Long Oppress Poems
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I have the need to lose all senses
The need for the mind to lose all reasoning
A troubling world where emptiness shelters
A nothingness to ultimately be asking
And they do not come
Perhaps never will again for all I know
Every single thought with nowhere to run
Where is life living to never yet behold?
Falling away into ensuring depths
Reinventing ways for tasks never met
And do analytical theories often crept
With a thousand tears, I have yet wept
I need to stop thinking
To stop asking unfounded questions
Yet I cannot stop myself asking
When moments but presents doubtful reasons
I tried to suppress but my mind oppress
A seeming life of its own beyond control
A lesser life for an ever mind to never rest
Is there truly life to never behold?
The gods’ privilege is never to die,
the men’s tragedy is most die
at some point in time of their life’s cycle.
The gods’ tragedy is gods can never die,
the men’s privilege is to die when time comes.
Because of her beauty and a handful of dust she held in her palm
she won god’s favor and was granted the privilege to live forever,
nonetheless, it turned into misery to suffer forever,
she,(1) therefore, wrote on a golden leaf, “I want to die.”
The wish of a crafty king,(2) who is to roll a rock to the top of hill
over and over under god’s harsh punishment, is to let the rock down and die rather than to undergo eternal life’s never ending toil.
The agony of the god who descended to the earth,
because he wanted to share the warmth of the bonfire(3)
kept exclusively for gods to sit encircle it and enjoy,
with the men he love was he couldn’t die.
Whether it’s right or wrong, because he stole the fire,
he is chained to a rock at the mountain standing in the edge
of the world, incurring the ridicule of an ill-bred god(4)
who frequently comes in and out the thieves’ den
to plot together another theft from another victim they chose.
His liver is pecked by a fierce eagle every morning;
hence it would be better for him not to see the ever renewing
sun rise from other side of the mountain.
Although it’s miserable to suffer forever
because he cannot die, it’s far worse to see men’s betrayal.
Ungrateful men’s avarice, instead of co-existence in peace
they kill each other, oppress weak to hold power,
use the fire as the weapon of massacre.
Every morning with renewing sun
he has to endure worsening pain though,
he won’t understand what the desperate mean,
because he is a god.
Although he may able to bear excruciating pain,
he couldn’t endure men’s betrayal.
The mountain collapses, the chain breaks off.(5)
1. Cummaean Sibyl. 2. Sisyphus. 3. Prometheus. 4. Hermes. 5. Aeschylus. tr. Mueller, Carl R. Prometheus bound, last line (Pandemonium. The mountain collapses.) q.v. Bulfinch’s Mythology, Prometheus, pp. 939-40.
Progressives say mankind is improving,
so, moral laws are no longer needed.
The goal for mankind is self-expression,
hence the need for new social conventions.
That which is old is no longer useful,
So, out with the old, and in with the new.
No need for God, man is his own master.
Experts and scientists are the new gods.
Man has no natural, God-given rights.
The unelected experts who make laws,
who enforce them and judge violators,
determine man’s rights and how he should live.
Under the new order, man is a slave,
to passions, merchants, and material wants.
The merchants market their wares and new goods,
and untamed passions demand what is new.
Out with the old God who gives what is best.
In with the new gods, who chain and oppress.
Out with morals that refine and uplift,
In with new fads that confuse and degrade.
Out with values that promote stable lives.
In with fads that lead to unstable lives.
Out with the traditional family.
In with the experimental household.
Out with a stable society,
and in with a violent society.
Out with governable citizens,
and in with ungovernable rebels.
Out with a progressive society.
In with a regressive society.
That which promised the advancement of man,
will lead to the abolition of man.
Citizens of the world open your eyes.
Look beyond those who pretend to be gods,
to the true God who only is all-wise.
He is the only Savior for mankind.
Keep on mending the fences, governed with jubilant accomplishment peacefully
exercise functional wisdom exuding confidence practically
smite pride that attacks, towering prejudicially
while checking motives periodically!
Keep on mending the fences, grateful as you triumph over distress
overcome bouts of depression-duress
conquer frustration angsts that oppress
soar midst prevailing hope, your steadfast fortress!
Keep on mending the fences, glad upon support system anchoring you with cheer
bask in blissful serenity while defying attacking fear
drive your commitment along hope-filled gear
march forward, bounce up and move on despite despair's tear!
Keep on mending the fences, gracious to vanquish lurking gloom
let your faith choose victory over mockery of doom
stay healthy, not willing to face early death from inviting tomb
believe that you can live long, since such you claimed while in your Mom's womb!
Keep on mending the fences, generous in your ministry of reaching-out
thank the Almighty God always without any doubt
allow attitude of gratitude to prevail for miracles against unbelief-clout
keep on joyously; encourage others with "We can do it" shout!
The modern world has practically eliminated chickenpox
But now has an epidemic of the chicken sh*t.
From top to bottom we see it infecting society.
If you’re in a position of authority, and
Use that position to target and oppress others
And undermine the Rule of Law through lawfare,
You are chicken sh*t.
If you are in a position of power, and
Use that position to enable other’s corruption
You are chicken sh*t.
From parents, to school boards, DAs, and the FBI
Corruption is now tolerated and pursued,
In the name of some vague social justice,
But really only because those doing it are chicken sh*t.
Have you ever actually seen chicken sh*t?
It is repulsive, slimy, wet and foul,
But it is good for one thing
Fertilizing your garden.
(9/21/25)
A heart of dark sentiments!
What did my dark periscope see?
A misogynistic judge presiding over a case;
An interesting case of
A woman who reneged midway on a pact.
I was but a witness lest you be curious
Why I stood so still.
Prior, I saw her mixing the colours of abuse;
A sweetheart's leprous weapon of bitterness
Enshrined in a soul bequeathed to grave.
The jury conspired to lay waste of an innocent woman
On account of murder.
The evidence they held was red paint spilled on her white shirt.
She looked down to find a word,
Even one to utter in her defence.
I stood stock-still to witness and testify against
The life of a girl child on a crime I never saw.
It was just as poets wrote and painters drew,
A life of unsolicited hardships.
No-one shared her plight.
It was as though an artist who knew not what to write or paint
Made an image and brought it to life,
But cared neither to pray nor dared to fight
Until it became a historian's lost note,
The authenticity of which no-one dared to confirm.
Her only crime was being born a woman.
She could choose otherwise had she but a choice.
The 'guilty' verdict came crushing on the women's doormat.
They came with chains of oppression;
To oppress and control!
I shed my last tears for the ruined life.
She sighed and made her voice ready to wail.
She held her pride unshaken and uttered the very words:
Because I am a woman,
I plead guilty as charged.
II.
Then there are all the attitudes
you see taken up against men,
how the professors always seem
to do nothing but demonize them,
that we’ve done nothing for centuries
but scheme to ‘keep the women down!’
The great boogeyman ‘patriarchy’
must always be put in the ground.
But a simple look at history
renders all these notions absurd,
there was no plan to ‘oppress’ women,
it was just division of labor.
Seriously, before machines
it was all hard work, done best by guys,
brute physical labor that women
would not be long able to survive.
And since there was no birth control
women were pregnant all the time,
not in a space for crushing work
unless you want children to die,
And given how many of them did
before our modern medicine,
you had to shelter the females
or we’d be lost before life begins.
Women did depend on the men
for their protection and their cash,
but men depended on women
for a home and a future, in fact.
This simple truth gets forgotten
by the presence of the modern world,
it’s easy to scream conspiracy,
the way of the feminist churl.
But are men the monsters that
these damn professors all proclaim?
We built this world that coddles them,
that gives shelter to the insane.
We’re the lion’s share of geniuses
who move technology along,
we’re the ones called to be soldiers
to protect you all from the wrong.
And we are half of the parents,
and half the children dear to you,
yet academics call us ‘toxic?’
Your professors are lying to you.
March 8 Scripture Meditations Based on 2Samuel 16-18
Key Verse – 2Samuel 16:12 It may be that the LORD will look on mine affliction, and that the LORD will requite me good for his cursing this day.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR LOOKING ON MY AFFLICTION
Thank You for looking on my affliction-difficulty
With Your eyes of love, assuring security
Really caring for me midst sin-infirmity
Hence, forgiving me in my repentant sincerity.
Thank You for looking on my affliction-hardship
With Your discernment of prayer fellowship
Really inviting me toward joyful worship
Hence, guiding me to seek Your fatherly leadership.
Thank You for looking on my affliction-pain
With Your vision of heavenly gain
Really insuring me eternal treasures against wealth so vain
Hence, strengthening me to work for soul-business which is the very main.
Thank You for looking on my affliction-distress
With Your focus of inspiration as encouraging divine stress
Really upholding me despite frustrations that oppress
Hence, moving me to continue while my self-pity You suppress.
Thank You for looking on my affliction-travail
With Your enlightenment of truth’s detail
Really illumining me so that Your wisdom I can avail
Hence, guiding me in my ministry-journey’s sail.
Thank You for looking on my affliction-sadness
With Your presence of watchfulness midst blest blissfulness
Really enveloping me with Your triumphant peacefulness
Hence, reviving me along Your mercy and grace-goodness.
March 8, 2022
Our pleasure is political
Our presence anarchy
Our smile a rebellion
Our hair A revolution
Our blood our fire
Our blackness A force to be reckoned with
Our joy to them is a declaration of war
Our resilience an act of political warfare
Our resilience a threat to the system of oppression they built
They don't like when we take back control
Then turn it into freedom
Their existence is threatened
By how we embrace our blackness
They can't handle when we love
Being black
Because its something they can't
Have
Be
Or steal
No matter how hard they try
Their envy betrays them
Every time they oppress us
Kill us
Target us
When they discriminate us
They know the only way they can feel superior
Is by trying to make us feel inferior
That's Our power
Joy and laughter
The Real Monsters
We are afraid of fire breathing dragons and scaly lizards.
Things that go bump in the night. Shadow creatures
who live under our beds and in our closets. Yeti
and Big Foot. Pale ghosts and poltergeists.
Chupacabra’s and vampires. Blood red
demons with pitchforks and horns.
Imaginary monsters that
can do us no real harm.
Why do we fear
them.
What we should be afraid of are people who chose evil.
MS13 and coyotes that traffic in human misery.
Corporate media giants that censor speech. Corrupt
politicians who sell us out to foreign countries.
School boards that label parents terrorists.
Dictators that oppress. Political correctness.
Murders, abusers, gossips, embezzelers.
Wars, hatred and genocide.
We should fear these. For
they are the
real
monsters.