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Breaking free from collusion
A watch tower stands tall a look out in the circular prisons
surrounded by wardens laying down prescriptions and rules
with us in the centre fragmented in dead ends and schisms
mirrored glass no one inside we internalise as obedient fools
At the gate high walls conscience barriers and road blocks
imagined barbed wire where we pay fines in constant delusion
monitored in constriction we fail to walk outside of that box
abide by dogma norms lack vision to approach our confusion
Afraid of cul de sacs dead ends stop signs for individual drive
we halt and abide arrested immobilised for society’s sake
accept torturous certainty admit to all guilt and as we shrive
cannot distinguish from needs what is causing us mind ache
Roundabout’s exits guarded by our very own straight jackets
we spin around like puppets on strings to our master’s delight
The ‘panopticon’ demands obedience and we cannot attack it
for lack of conviction rebellion introspection rigorous insight
Unless we break free from chains of what others demand
disregard our dreams our beauty default on individual virtue
the road ends at a four way stop where forever we stand
disunited abolished forgotten and constant imagined taboo
4th January 2017
Written for contest: At the end of the road
10/17/16
Year round January through December
The weather
Taking turns for the worse or better
More or lesser
Among ancient and modern architecture
Made of similar and different textures
Near or far away from plants that do or don't have nectar
As well as abandoned or highly secured sectors
Secrets in letters, locked ledgers or found with a hidden lever
Left there by either gender
Realize, it didn't always lead to treasure and other splendors
Sometimes it was something else, unexpected yet clever
Earthquakes being monitored and traced to the epicenter
Ranging in different magnitudes of power and tremors
Always great to cook with ingredients that are fresher
At times fat being rendered
And other components put in a blender
Mild to dangerously hot peppers
Grown for personal consumption or to be sold as a vendor or peddler
Hostile and friendly gestures
All over the globe wherever and whenever
Pull yourself together
Never
Give up on the adventure
Or fold from the pressure
Remember nothing lasts forever
Keep your head up and try to do better
With your endeavors
Always great to cook with ingredients that are fresher
At times fat being rendered
And other components put in a blender
By: Dalton Ogletree
black female warrior
(2/7/13)
She was my black female warrior and she stood proud and tall
And upon her shoulders, her silk hair did fall
A spear in one hand and an axe in the other
No one would mess with her, not even her brother.
The strength of a lion searching for prey
She would not let anything stand in her way.
She knew where she lived - it was a jungle out there
But she was strong in spirit and did not care.
She is the black warrior and as strong as can be
You will find her in the annexes of history.
Just like the movie of "BETTY AND CORETTA"
Who showed what they can do- when they stood
Up against the politicians of the RED, WHITE and BLUE.
We are still being monitored by the land, air and sea
But we'll continue the fight so that we could be free.
These two women are the black warriors who walk
Hand in hand with all oppressed people who are willing to take a stand.
I am Hispanic and we've been denied many rights
Just like any other nationality, we're all willing to fight.
It does not matter our color, religion or
Sexual preference that we may have
"ONE NATION UNDER GOD WITH LIBERTY AND JUSTICE FOR ALL"
That is FREEDOMS CALL.
© L. RAMS
I cuddled my baby until he took his first few steps
And began to exercise his new freedom of choice,
I heard him babble words like “ma ma” and “da da”
Years before he developed a man’s voice.
I lengthened the cord when he desired to run free
And monitored his activities and friendships, too
I trusted wisdom and instruction to guide him
Even in situations that were brand new.
I cheered when he participated in sporting events,
Both at practice and games, I did what proud parents do.
I encouraged him through disappointment and losses
And his joyful response was, “Mom, I love you.”
I listened to the things he said no matter where or what
And embraced him when he was sick or sad
I shared my life stories to motivate and inspire
But when I let go of the reins, he was so glad I got mad.
I cried at his high school graduation
And waved farewell when he joined the military.
I beamed when he clicked his heels and saluted.
What a handsome man in uniform he turned out to be.
I sent care packages from time to time
Just to ensure that he was eating right.
I asked my Lord to protect my child,
Each day when I prayed—and each night.
I stockpiled memories before he went away
And rejoiced at hearing news of the battles they won.
I pacified all my concerns with hope
And longed for his work on the battlefield to be done.
I know that a child is a precious gift from God,
And I did my best with the son placed in my care,
God gave him to me, and let war take him away….
He’s still my son, and there’s much more I could share.
Saigon 1995
Saigon 1995
In 1995
I was one of the first American tourists
Allowed into Vietnam
To freely wander about
Tourism was at its infancy
And Saigon was chaotic
Wild and crazy
Traffic was insane
There were few tourism sites
Few hotels
Few guest houses
And not too many restaurants
The food was good
We saw the war memorial
The reunification palace
And the big market
But we felt we were being monitored
Beggars were everywhere
There were scams everywhere
And it was not that pleasant an experience
But Saigon grew up
Became a much more tourist-friendly place
And these problems we encountered
A thing of the place
Saigon is so much better
So much more developed
That it has captured our soul
And we will be back
"Placebo - Part 1"
Deals with God?
I don’t think that is possible.
Depends what cards you’re playing with
and what the trade off is
do you bluff? or
play it safe and lose all your tricks?
Let’s talk about SIN,
it sounds delicious
but once swallowed
it comes out just like everything else.
The thing with Sin is,
it’s a bit like diarrhoea,
depends what you’ve taken in
and how much has tainted you
pathologically, i.e.
Virus, Bacteria, Parasite?
A little diarrhoea, with the right prescription
easily blitzed.
If it’s totally infiltrated your bloodstream,
well, you're cactus really.
It’s the gift that keeps on giving.
I call that, with regards to Sin -
Divine intervention.
For a severe case as that,
you would be required to be kept out of reach
and monitored on a daily basis, away from
passing on the contagion to anyone else.
If you’re locked up in a small room
and the toilet paper rations run out -
it can get real messy.
Particularly if your room mate’s in
Prison Greens, is twice the size of you
and a Psychopath with a propensity
for knocking your head into the wall
whenever you ignore him
and while he’s at it, takes the opportunity
to rub himself up against you – he’s
marking his territory….
and well, you’re at that point where
you’re thinking,
“Do I bluff? Or play it safe and lose all my tricks?”
At that moment, it’s a safe bet
you’ve lost all your tricks.
And you’re thinking,
“This ain’t Protective Custody,
where’s God in all of this?”
(Lovejoy-Burrton/2017 Dec)
A happier couple, you could never see.
One blessed day, they would be three.
They'd enjoy a picnic in a park or beach,
Joe and his wife, Molly, a lovely peach.
I would say their lives were very much in check
'Til the day Joe became obsessed with tech.
"Where's our simple life?", Molly would sigh,
"Before electronic gadgets and AI?"
Soon, digital tools would run their life.
Molly was no longer a happy wife.
Joe spent all the money in the cookie jar
To put AI in his TV, watch and car.
Then, these two could never be alone,
Each accompanied by an intelligent phone.
Even their fridge had something to say
As it monitored their diets night and day.
All Joe's devices networked as a team -
To improve the couple's lives, their scheme.
They, of course, knew exactly what to do -
They had more brain power than these two.
This system started acting somewhat strange
As their lives, it would upgrade and change.
Even the navigator on Joe's new car,
Instead of home, drove to his favorite bar.
His phone called Molly to duly report
Joe was having fun with a blonde escort.
The refrigerator told Joe to discard
Conventional wisdom and eat more lard.
The thermostat set itself way up high -
In bed, Mollie would at a distance, lie,
While her phone whispered in her ear,
"You look so lovely tonight, my dear."
Did I say that Joe and Molly would be three?
Did I tell you if he bought a warranty?
What did they get for all the things Joe bought?
A new boy - a beeping baby robot!
Trampled Wills
Do you want something? Own ideas?
That’s a problem! You cannot live alone!
Are you an individual? That’s a crime!
You cannot have your own will and
consciousness, ideas, dreams, goals
You can’t be yourself, you have a ruler
You are a slave to a science. Human-made
This is the dark age. Foggy. Psychologically
The sun died. God became an exile
We are controlled and monitored animals
This is the darkness
We become zombies
In the Bible, Jesus said
Wolves come in sheep’s clothing
People who have been made…
Hopeless are waiting for the hope
“I am your hope, I save you!
Just do what I want of you!
Just follow all my instructions.”
Say it with a false, friendly smile
In a lambwhite cloak
The Foggy Psychology
You are
Money
Acquiescence begets hegemony...
Think Putin whose forename
Vladimir translates as great power,
whose singular minded aim
after lobbing bombs into
second-largest country
by area in Europe after Russia
incurring voodoo spells
foisted upon president of Ukraine
forced neophyte politician
Volodymyr Oleksandrovych Zelenskyy
to buckle and cower.
Meanwhile many another leader
cherishing their slice of freedom
quakes in their boots
dumbfounded, horrified, tight lipped
as Russian bird of prey
swoops down analogous as buzzfeeder
to seize global totalitarian power.
Not far fetched dystopian nightmare
to envision every country
spanning webbed wide web
subservient to his majesty
where pay obeisance
to his honorable premier
who issues commands
at his Kremlin headquarters.
Aforementioned worse case scenario,
whereby every waking
and sleeping second
under watchful eye
all social media platforms
under henchmen of Putin regime
monitored, governed, controlled...
by self anointed unnameable nemesis
their doomed fate constituting
penalty of death wasting away
amidst Gulag Archipelago
(happy haunting ground
of many a dissident)
if anyone among bajillions of serfs
heard to badmouth, denounce, find fault...
with despotic, cruel, bristling, autocrat...
Meanwhile, these remaining cherished
hours, minutes, and seconds
before United States of America
forcibly plundered, usurped, yanked...
(at threat of nuclear bombardment
courtesy you know who)
might choose to swallow
either cyanide, hemlock,
overdose on anti anxiety medication...
versus forced to become submissive
toward our "benevolent" leader.
Truth be told even Trump
yours truly would prefer
yet fat/slim chance
such a golden opportunity will occur,
though rumor abounds were
pee you tee eye en able to clamor
access and excel at supremacy
(as seen in a powerpoint presentation)
there would prevail nary a murmur,
nor peep among the human league
only dogs and cats would be privileged
to express themselves,
viz courtesy to bark and purr
and actually be treated as royalty.
I was raised Catholic,
but never asked to be baptized.
Of course, I had no choice;
it was a "right" my parents exercised.
When it came to being Catholic,
I was something of a maverick,
and certainly a rebel
when I sometimes "raised hell".
And this is really something
I cannot sugarcoat:
Catholic dogma was constantly
being shoved down my throat.
When I was just six years old
I realized I was being coerced
to go to Sunday mass -
a rule very strictly enforced.
As far as my parents and others were concerned,
Catholicism was never negotiable,
but throughout my childhood and my youth
I simply refused to be moldable.
When I was growing up, I had to go to Catholic schools
and prayers were said aloud several times a day.
That was the reality and those were the rules
along with other functions where we were told to pray.
And attempts to inflict "Catholic guilt"
would certainly, and frequently, ring
when I later refused to do readings at mass
or join the church choir to sing.
In those days, the churches had a firm grip
on people's hearts and minds,
so much so that when evil acts were committed
church leaders - and the public - were willfully blind.
When I think back, there was much deceit and hypocrisy
and I wondered "Do we really live in a democracy?",
because, given the powers that churches had,
it seemed to be more of a theocracy.
Today, in the twenty-first century,
the churches' power has waned considerably,
and while organized religion is still a powerful force
it needs to be monitored as a matter of course.