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when younger & full of life,
idealistic with fist in the air,
hell bent on changing the world
with a communicative heart
whose capacity to give &
care for those around her/him
seemed without need to ever
replenish,
the thought that an institution
whose front seemed to be legit,
whose will to instill knowledge in
the population of those willing
seemed pure & true,
never seemed to register.
so onto college went the aspiring
world-changer,
doing all they could to study hard
to be involved in the community
to picket when needed, to protest
when driven, and on and on went
the wonderful world of
hope,
until
graduation.
now the taming came when the
bills started to clock in,
for the job promised by the admin
staff in the human resources dept.
at the college,
just wasn’t there, when the student
got out,
so the scramble to climb back up the
tree trunk,
in order to get back in that academic
nest,
began---
but this time, the stress of life on the outside
forced the individual to be scrapping for a
way to pay the rent while also
applying to a grad school &
the new dual distribution of energy
just didn’t pan out like it used to,
because the student had been
off the wagon,
so to speak.
in attaining a job to pay the bills,
without health insurance or
permanent status promised,
the lies began to show their face &
the idealistic student now became the
angry individual
whose whole attempt to become a
“better citizen”
had been shown to be an ordeal
not really worth having unless one
wants to be a slave to the loan companies &
therefore, a slave to the established status quo
of indifferent self-struggle,
which became par for the course
when the taming began.
now, without time to get out in the streets,
as there had been,
political motivation to change the world
morphs into a combination of
dissatisfaction with the slow outcomes &
a sense of failure in many different spheres---
now out of the academic loop &
locked into the work force,
the tamed, frustrated,
slave to the system
bows down their head to offer up their mind to the
chopping block &
uncle sam raises up the axe,
until down it comes thrashing
with all the glory of a good, solid,
decapitation.
Cold Hearted, ice-crusted, frozen, dead inside,
I thought I was immune
but your stinging words cut my heart, I should take it in stride
Mean spirited, spiteful, ruthless, arrogant, obtuse
expected, accepted I should be use to this abuse
par for the course over a lifetime of sorrow
happy memories I cling to, clichés I borrow
repugnant and reconciled to callous, oversight
my bleeding tongue to stay the ire, I bite.
unspoken, unbidden pain, anger freshly awash
mourning for a childhood lost.
Blinded, enraged, still I hope
finding sardonic wit, sarcasm, my avenue to cope.
you abandon me at every turn
secretly for your approval and affection I yearn.
I want to be something you treasure
cherished, loved, a joy beyond measure.
But again I'm met with cold-hearted narcissistic indifference at heart
painstakingly I lock away the storm that threatens to rip me apart
and quiet the thunder in my head
biding my time, pretending all is well, when all I see is intense red
You never gave me what I most needed
I had to bow to your wishes, my own unheeded.
You play the savior when it's to your avail
when stories of your mercies you can regale
Pompous, egocentric, grinches of grinches above all
I still hope your beloved, me you will call.
Now there's a new one that hangs on your every word as law
She watches you with love and adoration, her radiant face filled with awe.
When she was born, I had the fleeting thought
you might be to her, what to me you were not.
Your love and approval she tenaciously sought.
With every callous blow you harden her heart like you've done for so long
Always right, you can never be wrong.
Cold hearted narcissist I am done with pleas for love and affection
I'm done vying for your love and receiving rejection.
Now, the lesson you've imparted has been learned, scorned for many years
resignation has set, I've dried all my tears.
It should be easy to walk away from numbing pain
To settle my heart and ease my brain
I no longer mourn for what will never be
I no longer care if you love me.
Putting words to paper, made it all real
Anger and sadness remove, indifference reveal
There was a pair
Both having creative flair
Then another two
Having nothing to do
Twins on two wheels
Looking for a steal
No need for a club
Being in the woods with these guys who were studs
Partying at the lake
Spending what they make
Not thinking this is a mistake
A DJ was not there
No one cared
Dancing the four
Ignoring she walked out the door
Searching for Leprechaun green
Wearing tight tailored made blue jeans
Eyeing to purchase a Porsche
This film work was par for the course
Acting like a driving wedge
She did something behind the hedge
To get out of the rough
Her emotions taking rejection real tough
Using a cobra iron
As a warning siren
Stroking the little white ball
Making sure she made the call
A fair way to handle a difficult situation
Getting a good lay and position
Into the bunker it did land
A sandy hazard needing to get out of a jam
With a little twist and grip that was firm
At first the cable television gallery showed their concern
It reached its goal
Sinking into the hole
All this happen when she was asleep
From out of nowhere was the underwater creep
Nothing much after that
For the Princess brat
Champion players enjoy the Seminole skins
Betting on who will win
Take each match
Where an eagle or birdie may hatch
Like it is your last
And remember your lucrative past
Since science overnight can turn weird
Spreading a viral infection revenge demanding fear
In the end see the results on the card
Digesting the negativity could be hard
Especially on the back nine
Marching in rhythmic time
Knowing this is the chapter’s finale
Realizing the positive tally
As the golfing masters put up their cleats to hang
One may ponder over that space drink orange Tang
Promiscuous Miss Samantha Lane does look like Danielle Kang
Back in nineteen hundred and three
I working with a logging crew,
cutting and limbing mighty trees,
be they hemlock, pine, or spruce.
We worked for the Nowell Paper firm,
in the shades of the Adirondacks,
spent all winter in Camp Seven,
sending full sleds down icy tracks.
One morning in late December
we got up before the dawn,
that was just par for the course,
our work days were rather long.
We made it to the cook-house,
where waited the salt pork,
with flapjacks and potatoes fried,
we ate until enrgorged.
Then with a nod to the bull cook,
to let him know he’d done good,
we grabbed our axes, our crosscut saws,
and headed out into the woods.
By noon we worked a stump garden
we’d cleared back in the fall,
when we’d cut down the spruces
though a few still stood tall.
Those ones are the seed trees,
to make sure it grows again,
but the ones we felled we had cut
into fourteen-foot lengths.
Now in that deep chill of winter
we worked with our pike-poles,
hauling the logs to big sleds
drawn by horses, rather cold.
We stacked them for the ice road,
in air that made all shiver,
the teamster waited to haul it
all the way down to the river.
Now lumberjacks always work in pairs,
and my partner was Guy Montreaux,
a Quebecois better with an axe
than any farmer with a hoe.
He was quite an entertaining man,
lifted spirits in our shanties,
and knew the words to every bawdy song
ever sang in the north country.
On that grim day he huffed loudly,
having been put through his paces,
as he loaded up the last big log
a horse jolted back in its traces.
The equine kicked, the pile shook,
the teamster cried,’Get clear!”
Me and the boys all dove away,
filled with a familiar fear...
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
Don't think everyone eats
Because you eat
Or drinks clean water
Because you still can.
Don't think everyone has a bed
In which to lay their head
Don't think there's a stove
Like yours in every household
Houses hold stuff;
Household stuff
Some people walk
With all their stuff -in bags.
Got to sleep with
One eye open
Glad to have eyes.
Grateful eyes.
And there are more
And more out there,
with nowhere to be.
Cannot stand nor sit.
Glad to have a cell
Jail is their hotel, If lucky.
Don't think that- that bath
You took is "par for the course"
Think outside of your door.
Look outside of your window.
For some …
America isn’t happening anymore.
Now you lay it down to sleep,
Praying for your soul to be kept
The shortest verse is,
“Jesus wept".
People sleeping
On the ground and floors...
Even the shelters doors are closed.
How long can you hold on?
Facing the elements and the sun.
Living on the edge of hope.
Kill you for a bar of soap.
No Medical, nor food and now neglected.
No control over your own circumstances,
Children no longer being protected.
Living off others and depending on chance.
No one to render that, human touch.
Its dog eat dog,” look at her-
She’s over der eating”;
Some have nothing;
Some have much.
So much that;
They are not in touch,
with the new reality;
That for some
"America just isn’t
happening anymore".
Singing “la la la la” …
Have-nots, attack the ones
Who have a lot -
Envy rises if you even, eat a lunch,
and they’re not eating.
Do you blame them?
So, just keep walking through
Singing- la dee da la dee da.
Hey, you in la la land
“What are you going to do”?
Your “Stuff “won’t be going with you.!
Don't think everyone eats
Because you eat
Or drinks clean water
Because you still can.
Don't think everyone has a bed
On which to lay their head
Don't think there's a stove
Like yours in every household
Houses hold stuff.
Some people walk
With all their stuff -in bags.
Gotta sleep with
One eye open
Glad to have eyes.
And there are more and
more out
There with nowhere to be.
Cannot stand nor sit.
Glad to have a cell
Jail is their
Hotel. If lucky.
Don't think that- that bath
You took is "par for the course"
Think outside of your door.
Look outside of your window.
Laaaa deee da laaa dee da.
America isn’t happening no more
Now you lay it down to sleep,
Praying for your soul to be kept
The shorted verse is, “Jesus wept"
People sleeping
On the ground and floors...
Even the shelters are closed.
How long can you hold on?
Facing the elements and the sun.
Living on the edge of hope.
Kill you for a bar of soap.
No medical nor food and now neglected.
No control over your own circumstances
Children no longer protected.
Living off others and depending on chance.
No one to give
You that human touch
Dog eat dog.
"look at her"-
"She over der eating"'
Some have nothing
Some have much.
So much that;
They are not in touch
with the new reality.
"America ain't happening no more".
Singing la la la la..
Attacks on the ones
who have too much-
Jealousy rises if you eat a lunch.
So just keep walking through
Singing- la dee d da la dee da.
Hey you in la la land.
Watta yall going to do?
Copyright © Vicki Acquah | Year Posted 2013
La la land
Don't think everyone eats
Because you eat
Or drinks clean water
Because you still can.
Don't think everyone has a bed
On which to lay their head
Don't think there's a stove
Like yours in every household
Houses hold stuff.
Some people walk
With all their stuff -in bags.
Gotta sleep with
One eye open
Glad to have eyes.
And there are more and
more out
There with nowhere to be.
Cannot stand nor sit.
Glad to have a cell
Jail is there
Hotel. If lucky.
Don't think that- that bath
You took is "par for the course"
Think outside of your door.
Look outside of your window.
Laaaa deee da laaa dee da.
America isn’t happening no more
Now you lay it down to sleep,
Praying for your soul to be kept
The shorted verse is, “Jesus wept"
People sleeping
On the ground and floors...
Even the shelters are closed.
How long can you hold on?
Facing the elements and the sun.
Living in the edge of hope.
Kill you for a bar of soap.
No medical nor food and now neglected.
No control over your own circumstances
Children no longer protected.
Living off others and depending on chance.
No one to give
You that human touch
Dog eat dog.
"look at her-
She over der eating"
Some have nothing
Some have much.
So much that
They are not in touch
With the new reality.
"America ain't happening no more".
Singing la la la la..
Attacks on the ones
who have too much-
Jealousy rises if you eat a lunch.
So just keep walking through
Singing- la dee d da la dee da.
Hey you in la la land.
Watta yall going to do?
Copyright © Vicki Acquah | Year Posted 2013
Stop drop
gun shot pop
whoops to late
hollow point penatrate
your cranium N===='s.be blastin um
like the wild wild west
N===='s.ya don't wanta test
roll up on ya quick as S=== wit
Glocks cocked 1 in the chamber
14 more in the clip
Go ahead N==== start talkin S===
get your dumb A== pistil whipped
Say what N==== make me squeeze my trigga
Take your narrow A== and teach ya how ta dance
wit 2 in the head N==== never had a chance
Don't act like you got somethin that I won't take
Get in my way fool end up at your own D=== wake
I learned to solve my problems wit my fist
Traded that S=== in for a Smith and Wesson
now pay attention cause here come the lesson
A real menace to society
a product of hypocrisy
my mind is twisted
there's no remorse
I'll stomp the S=== out ya N====
leave ya face down in the gutta
M===== F===== that's par for the course
so when I roll up on ya.N====....
give up the cash
and don't start talking S===
cause your punk A== will get hit
in a quick minute N==== so come on wit it
West 55 Philly
N===='s be ILLY
make ya sleep wit a lily
' RIP' above your name like I told ya
from my hollow point that holed ya
I be the trip that'll trip ya
like the LSD someone slipped ya
I be like the grim reaper
I'll send ya 6 feet deeper
ta see the crypt keeper
rated R for violence
Fear, and violence as a result, but no truth behind the reasons, or thought for the solution
In Arkham Asylum the twisted reside
Who killed as they willed for the thrill of the ride
The ones who resisted, who put up a fight
Were nearly undone by the evil delight
These evil-deed doers who need to be bad
Are surely in need of the freedom they had
They plan for the day when the darkness and rain
Are par for the course when your mind is insane
The Joker and Penguin, and yes, Mr. Freeze
Are biding their time with a social disease
Two Face and Riddler and henchmen galore
Are hopelessly gone by the Gods they implore
The guards are afraid of the wicked inside
But when you are played for the victims who died
You lose your perspective on evil and good
And choose to be bad for the sake of the hood
The Batman alone is a friend of the night
He battles the bad for the cause that is right
He welcomes the foes who are fomenting fear
Who favor the time when the darkness is near
Though Batman alone is unwilling to budge
The woman you phone is a friend of the judge
The future you ponder is brighter each day
When Arkham Asylum is blocking your way
The water is dripping and running down walls
The cracks in the floor make you wonder who falls
The food is the best if you like eating bats
The lady in black is a friend of the cats
If Arkham Asylum is calling your name
And madness alone is the factor you blame
Rejoice and be merry for what lies ahead
The cream of the crop are the sick in the head.
Suspended Transcendental Meditative State...
Temporarily relieves, loosens,
and detaches worldly weight,
albeit bearing heavily straight
away upon well balanced,
awk credited miniature oblate
spheroid, sans cranial
dome to help alleviate
this principled capital one citizen banker,
whose penurious plight
seeks to make lightweight
oppressive burden clawing
(with razor sharp talons)
tete a tete upon pate
never to abate
pennilessness, which oppressive monetary
crisis could abbreviate
livingsocial, and spur me to abdicate
charade, facade minted "FAKE"
dog and pony Truman
kaput show, doth accelerate
velocity at which body
electric will demonstrate
how basket of deplorable
pauperism existence I abominate
past the tipping point to relish,
where being in the red
financially doth accentuate
swiftness yours truly will acclimate,
where among grave
mausoleums will accommodate
finding yours truly to acculturate
adjusting being housed
with grateful dead help facilitate
mine written posthumous decomposition
once Hades will activate
leverage - haggling with ferryman,
which latter might equivocate
par for the course, especially demise,
asper cessation circumlocution prone
fella never to tubby a freight
of becoming deceased
signifying no more flapping gums
asthma lovely bones disintegrate
into basic constituent matter
repurposed into essence, I cannot intimate.