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Shiny pink scar tissue reflecting in the mirror
As the memory knocks screaming I'm here, I'm here
Crawling up my spine is the creature named Fear
So was my tragic sad childhood
Tears cascade down in remembrance of the pain
Pouring over my adolescence like black rain
Nothing I can say will ever adequately explain
So I remain the child, silent
The visions are my nemesis but how to forget
Lying in a locked metal box having to drink my sweat
Like this emaciated 5 year old was ever a threat
So I keep him safe inside me now
Hiding away so many days but a game it was not
Covering sounds, hands over mouth waiting to be caught
Pink scars shining down painting my skin in bird shot
So was my tragic sad childhood
For Contest "Rhyme and Refrain" 05/12/18
Hosted by: Broken Wings
The frustrated witch was tired of that silly ghost with his crazy rule.
She enlisted the help of a trickster vampire bat and a disgruntled ghoul.
They played some tricks on that ghost and sent goblins his way.
The goblins brought along a Dracula, fresh out of his coffin today.
Grim reaper heard about it and put in advice worth a nickel.
He had creeped in the back carrying a crazy black sickle.
Spider monkey came by to add in his two cents while sniffing glue.
Witch had so much advice now, she did not know what to do.
Can you just listen to me? She asked all concerned.
They did not care. Frankenstein came in for his turn.
The silly ghost laughed at his nemesis little fix.
He thought it was great that he was confused and betwixt.
My ethics roundly are ignored.
I prepare to fall upon my sword.
However true I wield my blade
given time, thrusts seem to fade.
Now it appears to be so plain
our nemesis can't be slain.
Even with downtrodden mistreatment
sadly there will be no impeachment.
Can we quell the greed at the top?
Our self interest wave will not stop.
We nurture bigots, a bumper crop
on racial issues they flip and flop.
Will virtue reclaim this nation state?
Never. If voters don't relate.
Threats to reshape the world order
start with his will to close our border.
Stack all the moral arguments on high
he'll still be here, I ruefully decry!
Here I lay bloody 'n gored
through my heart is my trusty sword.
Written 4/26/19
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"I Am as I Am complete
Though ego opines otherwise
Invoking grace we feel God’s heartbeat
What else does there remain for us to realise"
If ego was a season
it would be like the summer sun,
ascending and descending,
but without protection,
if you become too consumed -
you only end up being burned.
My soul is like spring,
always resurfacing after the big freeze,
looking for shelter against self absorbed rays.
My spirit is a voiceless orchestra,
yearning to connect through scriptures,
eradicating the ghostly echoes of ego,
composing a melody of honeyed harmony.
In a world of nonstop waterfalls,
I seek serene streams,
in silence and stillness,
where the 'true self' resides.
Temptation is a crimson illusion,
attempting to seduce us inside a
sea of self - admiration,
where the feather minded submerge.
Life is bittersweet,
surrounded by fake guides and stone saints,
so I persevere to escape this prison,
listening to the call of sincerity,
hoping the path opens before me,
as I cannot breathe without a heartbeat
and where, once, there was only barren fields,
meadows of verdant, vibrant visions now prosper.
Ego is the nemesis of my existence,
so my soul becomes unsighted to its intoxication
and when it dies, spirit transcends,
connecting with the ultimate truth of divinity.
Do not fall in love with people like me. I will take you to museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth. I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. And when I leave, you will finally understand, why storms are named after people. Caitlyn Siehl
In this episode of suppression,
I refuse to speak, as you know
words could flow in sorrows.
But a melancholic mind
is the nemesis of a poet.
Forcing fingers to bleed
raindrop tears into ink,
where metaphors are an adversary
and you don't need to confess
that there are no more verses
that can be called sacred
when crimson waterfalls flow in veins,
so, I curse my merciless muse,
which ignores the heart's plea
..... yet, I wonder if there can be love without poetry.
Once, when my garden nourished snowdrops,
upon the arrival of robins in spring,
I was your golden orb,
but you no longer bask in my glory
and impatient crows follow my footsteps.
Now that you've bloomed,
it feels as though my purpose
has been abruptly stolen.
I curse those premeditated prophecies,
spoken from an omniscient tongue,
so I wander like Cupid without arrows,
mute like a flutist without a flute.
Hoping to sleep forever in an asylum
of wildflowers you have left behind.
Upon the return of silence,
I'm no longer the thorns upon your rose stalk.
Once strong branches reveal empty nests,
as my roots become exposed over cold earth.
covered with autumn leaves -
I feel their anguish as the breeze
scatters them under oblivious feet.
You were forbidden,
but I was not the only sinner.
Never powerful enough to
become the ringmaster in your circus -
I hope you never tame.
I'm trapped within an aura,
resembling cremated affirmations -
yet, I know my spirit will ignite again.
I remember when you
only saw the moon,
so I paraded for you
a galaxy of stars.
But just like planktons
on a beach - nothing shines endlessly.
The end of the beginning
Vanity has no pay
The destruction of humanity
Is made out of greed
The young don't grow old or
Healthy no more nowadays
Evil Pollution has became
The feed of humanity
Instead of love
Yet nemesis portrays
In the pictures of the universe
How vanity has no pay
this is always for the wicked
The end of the beginning
The end of the beginning
Greed kills
Hate blinds
War has no value
So Shame is necessary
If not morality has no worth in life
Stop the world from dying
If you have a soul
Save the universe from bleeding
For the future of the children
Cos when the earth fights
We can't stand it forces
So lets allow peace once more
Or else our end will be the end
Of the next beginning
For the children alive after us to grow
With the blessings of peace ??
Solitude breeds malignant nemesis
couched as woe seated heavily
within mine angst
riddled quavering psyche
blinding clairvoyance
debilitates enthusiastic frequency
wavelengths propagate unfounded
probable future destitution
predicated upon intractable lifetime mired
within groveling penuriousness
"dirt poor" accursed fate
pervaded plentiful not ready
for prime time playing years
repercussions long fostered anguish,
when offspring begot
(particularly the whip smart eldest)
she jockeyed herself as winner
with good n plenti horsesense
chomped at the bit, albeit figuratively,
when aforementioned progeny
attained age of awareness
underscored by livingsocial
in the horn of plenty
regarding estates generally
dripping exuberant wealth,
where plush domiciles within MainLine
accentuated luckless financial pitfall,
asper yours truly afflicted mental illness
mine generalized anxiety, panic,
obsessive compulsive disorder...
ascribed to existence squandered,
nee imprisoned impenetrable prison
found me captive undermining
ordinary healthy development
sabotaging approximately five decades
constituting better part sans mein kampf,
which total three plus score orbitz,
yet far and away psychologically afflicted
nsync and linkedin with
emotional, mental, and social trauma
(learning difficulty compounded
dilemma repercussions extant today),
now healthily sublimated,
courtesy painful pubescent exhumation
poetry metier write
cathartic, holistic, narcotic...
plus weekly therapy sessions
also exercise in toto with meditation
supplements summoning forth
inner Wizard of Oz
to traverse cratered abysmal pits
gingerly sidestepping death traps
awash with skeletal wreckage
indelible scars perforating
air supply condemning me
aging baby boomer nsync
lead zeppelin plunges
corporeal essence gripped
stranglehold asphyxiates
sputtering torturous undulations
irrepressibly avast impossible mission
livingsocial counter intuitive
rather hermetically sealed simian
accustomed himself being alone.
A true Leader lives forever
Don't tell me
You don't see the legacies of the past
Cos surely that is the only
Eternity for a good leader
After he or she is gone six feet
I wonder whose legacy
Inspire us in this generation
I wonder on whose ideology
Lies our true hope of survival
In this troublesome world of ours
Despite all odds of shames brutality
Trials and pains
Despite all nemesis portrays
On our yesterdays
Yet is not hard to see that
Ignorance is our common virus
Cos the truth is scary
Only the few knows it
No wonder we keep going round
And round time with out consciousness
A true Leader lives forever
The man whose soul
Are like two edged sword
One part protection
Another part fighting
He never give up
Cos he is not interested
In pleasure
And neither enslaved by
Women
His destiny is attached
to nothing but the truth
Instead of vanity......!!!!
No wonder truly
A true Leader lives forever
Expecially in the heart
Of his people!!!!!!!
I pray to see one again
Cos the ones we know
Are always locked up ......!!!
Despite their good intensions.
Cuz existence among *****sapiens
extremely intolerable prospect
particularly sharing planet
with most violent species
courtesy hoodlums wielding
deadly firearms methodically gun down
men, women and children
ratcheting grim milestone
countless dead civilians linkedin
with hazards of war zone.
Upon surrendering this self
hypnotized faux yes ("FAKE") Earthing,
I noticed nothing amiss
(which temporary state of transcendent bliss
twice daily meditation strives to attain),
ah...before you dismiss
a non "FAKE" claim lemme juiced
apprise ye with a very brief hiss
tour re:, how this generally outlandish
(long gush fellow) doth wanna kiss
hippy, cheeky and buddy
UFO's (with chess
a mon bot of errant knightly -
je ne sais quois finesse,
Oh Henri Matisse -
yea artfully add a touch of Swiss
obviously predominantly
French laced politesse),
though up pawn occasion
this lousy manque non
rook key mutant doth miss
long disused subtle social cues, cuz I still
feel asper (in) a human aberration
always felt like an outcast in an alien nation
even though born on Mars,
(a distinct honorable station),
yet resided on third rock from the sun
what seems like forever damnation
yours truly experienced abolition
against supposed invaders from outer space,
and essentially targeted, kindled,
and bullied on par like an abomination,
no surprise while attempting
to escape imponderable,
and intolerable being walled din,
and trumped "illegal" accusation
crackled, snapped, and popped with abjection,
your honor (forgot to mention
earlier got picked up mistaken as invitation
from outer space by a kid prized
as some sophisticated surveillance drone),
within an etchy sketchy section
of town, and must avoid acquisition
by mad scientists (employed by NASA),
who will undoubtedly take immediate action
and disassemble me (carefully as if dismantling
Bono fide atomic bomb), hence activation
must be established pronto against administration,
sans powerful GMO firearm, emitting disinformation
(mine defense of last resort)
will definitely signal to nemesis
furthering my aggravation,
and Putin this webbed, whirled,
and wired woebegone
wysiwyg wordsmith at risk.
I still recall
I still feel
Feel the pain
Feel the strength
Strength of mind
Strength of spirit
Spirit kept me alive
Spirit that fought
Fought as an underdog
Fought against chance
Chance to breathe
Chance to shine
Shine to heal
Shine like stars
Stars that delight
Stars that inspire
Inspire to create
Inspire self-belief
Self-belief ends doubt
Self-belief helps to succeed
Succeed against setbacks
Succeed to progress
Progress for dreams
Progress for fate
Fate is in our hands
Fate can take time
Time never stops
Time can be a nemesis
Nemesis full of ego
Nemesis we can defeat
Defeat can deflate
Defeat has lessons
Lessons to stop mistakes
Lessons I've learned
Learned to mature
Learned to heal my soul
Soul is silent
Soul is poetry
Poetry is my catharsis
Poetry is my truth
Truth sets you free
Truth brings justice
Justice for the oppressed
Justice needs principles
Principles give us morals
Principles define character
Character gets us through life
Character brings love
Love...
Life...