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Autumn will forever be the season of death to me,
but like time, I do not remain cemented in the past.
Memories of ghosts will always lead me to the stars,
as everything we love fades away eventually,
like shells lost in a forgotten coral reef -
but in every pain there is a lesson.
As I watch the last icicle of winter drip away,
I eagerly anticipate the return of the butterflies.
To float softly in orange, indigo and ivory,
gifting kisses to elliptical tulips and narcissistic daffodils.
I remember whilst killing time,
wayward winds of winter swept away the name time forgot.
I wandered bewildered where the paths have no name,
drifting into a world of depleted ideologies.
Boredom led me to an entity of virtual hypocrisy.
Where many self confessed queens sat upon phony thrones,
claiming self declared, self obsessed sovereignty.
Demented demons and Devil's disciples,
destroying the wonderment of words,
I felt fatigued from false pretences and virtual vultures.
Until an unhappy confused and cloaked chocolate geisha,
gifted me the sincerity of her intimate inkless quill.
Replacing bleeding tears, she bled alliterations,
expressing her once hidden heartbeats from paradise.
Her vocabulary of vivid visions left me with breathless sighs.
An unpredictable poetic phenomenon,
with a volcanic mind, harmonious heart.
Was I even a poet before her presence gave me life?
There are no superheroes in poetry,
but I ponder if Romeo did not die,
would he have created a poetic garden for Juliet?
My muse is a flower garden, loyal to the core,
enchanting in evergreen picturesque petals,
spreading lilies and lilacs in barren meadows,
because in the darkest night you are the light.
Silent One
21 March 2022
Are you an optimistic realist
or a realistic optimist?
Are you a fatalistic humanist
or a humanistic fatalist?
Staunchly capitalistic rules out socialistic
but can't socialistic flirt a bit with capitalistic?
Artistic may be wildly narcissistic
yet is narcissistic necessarily artistic?
If nihilism goes ballistic
Are ballistics then nihilistic?
Calvinistic is never hedonistic
but might hedonistic become Calvinistic?
The theistic frown on the atheistic
yet the atheistic themselves were once theistic
The egoistic are not likely to be altruistic
but the altruistic may well be egoistic
Linguistics is so much more than dry statistics
yet statistics make or break theories of linguistics
The opportunistics are not naturally idealistic
but the idealistic must often be opportunistic
Can something simplistic be pluralistic
or something pluralistic be simplistic?
To be perfectly objectivistic
~ I am frankly rather pessimistic
May all sacred,
but not quite omnipotent,
fathers learn this day
as we impatiently correct
our stress-disordered sons
That respect is earned,
so maybe disrespect is too
positive and negative layered
for and against authority
for and sometimes restlessly against
repeating Business As Usual
white middle-class dadisms:
You snooze
you lose
May apply to your lethargic
chronically anxious
thuggish
couch-surfing
cannabis-fed son
And yet feels counter-intuitive
for babies
and us great grandads
who need our outside rest
away from commercial
too lit up
and loud
and relentlessly plastic
inhumane degradations
In such a rabidly anxious hurry
to wait for inevitable pandemics
and genocide,
floods
hurricanes
tsunamis
forest fires
drought
dry river beds
famine
insomnia
rabidity
insurance company bankruptcy
government balkanization
supremacist tribalism
Silent self-medicating snoozes
feels like a healthy alternative to:
capitalist narcissism
anthro-supreme monotheism
monoculturing nationalism
painful survivalist isolation
demented diseases
species extinctions
self v other criminalizations
weaponizations
May feel like hoarding safety
for defense-oriented males
on a bad day
in a depressing moment
Become
yackity yack disrespectful
feeling entitled to rightwing exclusively define
"real [unwoke narcissistic] men."
Yet quietly hiding
under these sacredly respected
and secular unrespected unsuspecting layers
of diverse manhood hues and warring cues
lie traumatizing patriarchal cultures.
Capital co-invested resilient climates
prefer cooperatively active integrity
over passive faith-based respect
and dramatically traumatic disrespect
and unenlightened
stress-triggered verbal unrespect
accelerating competitions,
dis-integrity
unhealthy desecrating excommunications.
Consecrating sacred solidarity feelings
learned today
converge synergetic need/want supportive
resonant polyvagal
resilient communication systems
searching for win/win reconnections
Even when sometimes disrespectfully correcting
my pre- and post-traumatic
stress disordered father
son.
I feel so bad writing these verses
Spewing hate when all I feel is love
38 years of pain is seeping
Kindness leaving, my life is for reaping
Never allowed to express my feelings
Others always right, my heart always takes a beating
My truth is mine, you dont have to believe
Your truth is yours only to perceive
Narcissistic, that you are
But who were you before?
I thought you were my hero
Now when I think of you i cry into my pillow
How did we get here, where did it go wrong?
You were my confidant for so long
But as time passed the real you came out
A liar, a cheat but the real victim is me
You used to say you'd love me whatever
Now were just strangers forever
You don't even say happy birthday no more
How can a mother forget the day their child was born?
Crying in silence, missing you like mad
So much to tell you, it makes me so sad
I wish I could call just to say hello
Even writing this makes me feel low
But the hate that I feel has overtaken
The lie you told was of your making
38 years since the lie was first said
38 years later the lie lives in my head
I look like him, did that hurt you?
I didn't want my face to break you
My heart is sick just like his too
Do you know the doctor said I might not make it through?
If I should pass without saying goodbye
Read these verses to help understand why
Please know i loved you no matter what
Unconditional forever even when the door was shut
I'm sorry that I ruined your life
I'm sorry that I couldn't make it right
I'm sorry that I ever was born
But you chose my dad yet im the one that mourns
I'm in a straight jacket and you have the key
Nobody is coming to rescue me
You told the lie, you broke my heart
I wish we could go back to the start
Our time is done, I have to admit that is true
Mother and daughter a relationship we outgrew
I'm always here for you, though its more than you deserve
There's always a seat at my table...no need to reserve
Brave New World
A 'world' it is and it spins around in mad circuits of loopy loops.
Has reached an infinite array of denominations in which foolish
insane clowns have taken over the asylum once more as bedlam
pretends liberation as the counterfeit currency of nauseating progress.
'New' I have my doubts though when fiddling with reconstruction
conjures novel aspirations from Holocaust to Hiroshima from pure
race unadulterated megalomania to narcissistic greed ‘all can be
done’ but the genie emerges from Huxley’s toxic bottle unrestrained.
'Brave' should pertain to courage when golden means and common
sense of virtue defaced by ugly grimaces facades mascara of tainted
moderation succumbs to mediocrity construed by disingenuous evil.
An aberration of jesters plotting naked feasts of blinded engineering.
Temptation is an ancient theme and just because we are capable to
plot our own demise does not preclude some hesitation or valid
inhibition as courage must incorporate the rationale. Not to follow in
wolf’s clothing a script of Faustian cloning just because we can.
Manipulation of chromosomes through twisted recombining helices
as a stairway to hell gave us Dolly the sheep. Another incarnation
braying ‘Give me body parts’ to harvest stem cells modified amino
acids like little devils on steroids and protein shakes of unpredictability.
The most cunning argument for creating whole new persons brought
to the fore the notion that if we the ‘good ones’ do not follow science
to create what evolution failed to build from nature’s garden and God’s
promise then the malign others surely will and consequently all is lost.
The mind boggles in the light of self-righteousness and the delusion
that refusal and resistance are signs of cowardice and the misconception
that two or numerous wrongs result in right and law when duty could
prevail as guardian for another world of sanity and accepting our limits.
The thought police and miscreant paradigms of Dolly’s dogma will surely
try to silence my opinion that courage has another merit than the scientific
infestation that my mind and brain needs to be cloned in order to restrain
my voice of caution but when I shout ‘enough’ at least my dignity remains.
So a cold winters chill steadies across the baron plains of the earth , ice and snow cover it like a patch blanket , with the narry a sign of life , echoing is the sound of old man winter howling and crackling as what seems the day never breaks .
A silence so Erie as to be deafening, the moon shines that shadows this desolate place of great vastness , call it the wild or call it the true test of life , it has an awesome scene of nature to be reckoned with , thus is meant for a challenge , dare to project yourself into this ominous reality.
This place of a harden atmosphere can test the bravest and strongest of any persons iron will , a question of survival tattoos the mind , to be apart of such fierce and dramatic endurance, a setting not unlike a nightmare, what is the just means , pontificating a plan that does not come to a sound conclusion.
The paradox of night and day are like twins looking into a mirror , ice and snow pelting the grass , the trees and the rocks , musically it knifes through the air so freezing as to look alive it is alive .
The wind howling , the wind burning , the wind a formidable foe , to realize its raw power can strike a blow to a once courageous will , it does not let up it never sleeps searing the soul , will it break an already tired spirit, never , never , never .
This force of nature is like a double edge sword , it plays a game of being calm and serine , even has slight repore of peacefulness, but on the it’s razor sides edge can pierce trough anything in which protects you and pushes one to the brink , trapped in its snare trapped in its ravenous plight .
Man in its vanity and narcissistic ego will not abandon this fight , it’s a such a challenge like no other , it does not quit , it will not falter , belief is what one makes of any obstacle, the strength of the mind is the one enigma the piece of a never ending puzzle , it’s vulnerablity is its valour, it’s immaculate design choose to believe choose to endure play your own game this is a virtue to be a calculated strength , peace with in , peace.
Fast forward at least two score
Earth's orbitz round the sun
approximately the year 2040
history already wrote him off
as thee worst president
(based on numerous metrics)
of these United States.
Now toggle back to today
November 17th, 2020
the forty fifth commander in chief
still biden his time
refuses to concede election results
despite irrefutable opponent win,
yet he (who cannot be named)
refuses to budge
holding strongly steadfast to his perch
nursing narcissistic grudge
that eligible voters
rendered him irrelevant
courtesy enfranchisement nudge,
a showdown will lead to ouster
as leader of the Republican party.
He, the tragicomical unpopularly snubbed character
can wreak untold havoc
between aforementioned said date
and Wednesday January 20th, 2021
orders issued promulgating orders such as:
1. decreeing civil service
subject to political oversight
2. allow sale of oil and gas permits
within Alaska's Arctic National Wildlife Refuge
3. require renewal of regulations
under purview courtesy
Health and Human Services Department
hobbling COVID-19 vaccine
4. impose sanctions on Iran
5. finalize peace deal
signed with Taliban in Afghanistan
6. broker extension regarding
New Start nuclear treaty with Russia
7. deliver spate of pardons to his cronies
8. disclose sensitive national-security information.
That mean son of a
would gleefully, maniacally,
and royally ditch
the democratic process plagued
with many a glitch
permanently incapacitating turncoat
henchmen/women who snitch
revealing true guise as wicked witch.
Who knows what evil lurks in the heart of man,
especially one groomed to win at all costs
and would sooner ruin the planet
versus admitting himself as sore loser?
welcome myself
Self created madness
The reality of my life
Stuck on repeat
Challenges of a twisted mind
Overthinking the chaos surrounding me
How do I resolve the problem
So I can feel better day after day
Driven by loud shame
Living in guilt mixed beliefs
Stuck repeatedly
This challenging seat
Increasing mind begging
Please help me
Disturbed anger
Narcissistic self doubt
Furious rage
Unbalanced brain
Masked feelings
With a untrusting face
Gazing into my soul
Eyes wide open
Yearning the grave
Drowning in an ocean
With out absorbing my life
Reliving these days
Self defeat
Using self will
Resistance of God
Reaching out & turning away
My mind is made up
My bed is made
Unstable thoughts
Disconnected
Faith lost at sea
My will not of God
Existing only for me
Endlessly filled selfishly
Welcome to my shame
God help me
Written by
Jacob Lange 9/18/2025
She was too narcissistic and opinionated to be popular
He was too popular and secretive to be trusted with power
So beware of power which tends only to corruption, and
Corruption infiltrates the very soul of its victims and like
A wild fire creating its own weather, it metastasizes like cancer.
And cancer is so common, but cancer cures are a rarity. And
Any signs of cures among humans is a breeding ground for greed. And is not greed among the seven deadly sins? Avoid Such sins
like the plague, because plagues tend to be rapidly invasive, tends to spread rampantly, and are massively destructive.
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Sitting up there on your snowy mountain peak
Once born with the Christian name of Pete
But Peter was a Saint for which you are not
You’re not Gods creature; hell’s where you’ll rot
You have now entered the wall of shame
As you are not worthy of a Christian name
You are not human, you are not real
Your life is a fantasy, your life is surreal
Your stories are worthy of a Nobel Prize
But people no longer believe your lies
I’ve gone the distance and the extra mile
Now a life without you worthies my smile
Crumbling down from your mountainous peak
Hell hath no fury for the havoc you wreak
Everything in your path you blatantly take
Many will get hurt in your vengeful wake
When the avalanche is over and everything calm
You can no longer touch me or cause me harm
You have run out of steam and run out of lies
There is no longer anyone left to hear your cries
You will never look good in making me look bad
I was just a naive victim that you once had
Discarded like rubbish, you threw me away
It’s funny but Karma will come around one day
You thought you deserved so much better in life
Well I’m really happy to no longer be your wife
I have now found strength and out loud I speak
I’m no longer married to a NARCISSISTIC FREAK!