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I rely on my unflinching courage
and on my unyielding strength
fighting for virtues that instill knowledge...
until understanding dispels rage
without leaving bitterness on the breath,
or the horrible feeling of revenge!
Will the vast unknown increase fear,
will this journey be hindered by storms
and frighten me by what lies ahead?
Be it bliss, be it wonder, or be it a dread:
they'll be revealed by fate that conforms
to the measure of faith in the believer!
God sets the limit of my demises,
the perfidious path I trod on is awfully dark
and without moonlight, I stumble upon a rock
and kneeling before Him: I accept my trials!
It took me more than a long journey...
to learn what I have learned in a lifetime,
and thinking it over: it has been so worthwhile;
so love as I love and throw nothing away!
These instincts won't allow anything to be trifling,
giving nothing and expecting returns,
but appreciating whatever is given to anybody
in small or greater amounts;
who's more blessed the giver or the taker...
when you are told answers so misleading?
Money is useless to a miser,
if it is kept in a treasure chest without being given away!
Love seems to have lost that appeal so respectable,
its modern meaning is a word too trite;
it trenches on perfidious hearts, and it is trivial
when treated with unkindness and spite!
So love as I love and throw nothing away;
only those penetrating minds will know why!
Secure love's joys within grasped palms,
don't be misled by irrational ideas...
they provoke anger and invite trouble
for whomever believes in invidious love,
and regardless of how it harms,
its outcome will be imponderable;
and to impose on being loved is as thoughtless
as being irrelevant in any tone!
Love as I love and throw nothing away,
but a heavy heart can find itself
yearning for human sympathy:
when it is denied an inwardly laughter...
for not having appreciated its coming into existence;
and that insignificant life nobody will remember!
Copyright 2008 by Andrew Crisci
trust is a precious gift
once broken
we may never repair
shards that cut to the bone
a heart empties
love is sometimes
at its best a vertiginous climb
of heavens and hells
so enduring yet fragile
a bouquet graced vase
becomes the mistake
lying on the floor
the detritus of a receding faith
why is it sometimes
i can feel his footsteps
walking away from our bed
and i do not really care
you are his paramour
so why not mine
i go to the zoo
watch monkeys copulate
work on acceptance
animals possess an honesty
humanity rarely achieves
such is life at times
deposits you at its doors
with a horizon of jaundiced eyes
where faith struggles with its death
join hands with perfidious Janus
Fergus Falls 96
Neoliberal psychology
Guess work astrology
Ideology of technology
Not biology or zoology
Climate change tautology
More misled mythology
With plenty of misogyny
So don't be a progeny
Ruining our ecology
Perfidious methodology
Investigate the pathology
Dodgy as any theology
Populist prodigal prodigy
Just wild child kidology
That’s their anthology
Still we tighten our belt
But as we surely melt
Plead need oncology
For hand they've dealt
For everything smelt
Time for a heart felt
On bended knee knelt
Apology..!
They say if you don’t use a thing for a year
It’s time to get rid of it, just to be clear
Feel free to sell it or give it away
But to get clutter free, just don’t let it stay
So, I checked my garage for stuff I could lose--
and found hundreds of words I simply don’t use!
Lilliputian and Sprightly stood on a shelf
Elbow-to-elbow with some wry little elf
Bucolic and Bumpkin were squirreled away
Beneath a big bale of bright yellow hay
Garish and Gaudy were in a glittery box
with Trinkets and Baubles set with fake rocks
Surreptitious and Unobtrusive tried to avoid being seen
But I caught 'em sneaking off with Clandestine
Beyond these loose words, which filled many a bin
Lay whole turns of phrase like Much to My Chagrin
I held up to the light a Gossamer Veil
Then dumped it in a Perfidious Betrayal
An Ethereal Cloud, glued to the ceiling
I scraped off with an Ambivalent Feeling
I rolled back the rug to see what I'd missed,
There before me stretched a Yawning Abyss
Into a huge crate, these big words I did toss
Bobbing on top were Flotsam, Jetsam and Dross
Fatigued by these labors, I took a short break
But that little respite may have been my mistake
Soon I was deep in most Pensive Reflection
On how Assiduously I had built this collection
In crept Myriad Doubts about so brash a move
What if I meet some Cad I need to Reprove?
What if some Craven Cur should Incur my Wrath
But words fail me due to this Ill-Chosen Path?
Well, soon that old crate was quite empty once more
And cluttered again were bin, shelf, drawer and floor
But one thing has changed, this is Palpably Clear
My Leviathan Word Horde I now Deeply Revere
Intrepid and Dauntless, I sling without fear
Iota and Mote.. I dust off once a year!
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by Brian McClain - Feb 2, 2016
I have often seen perfidious faces
wandering through dark hallways
without showing any human resemblance:
ah, is it envy, ah is it jealousy;
or an unquenchable absurdity
that doesn't admit their open obstinance?
Unrestrained hate can turn us into unrecognizable monsters,
and these demons must carry out the plotted massacres
to be satisfied with the vengeful evil inflicted upon the strollers,
no pity is shown while the flesh gurgles with blood and shivers!
What should be the right penalty? Face death, or remain chained?
Before pulling the trigger: are we aware of the consequences?
Each person is responsible for their behavior: it's an ample hatred
never quenched by vengeance to feed its atrocious thoughts!
Unrestrained hatred can turn us into unrecognizable monsters,
who loves others never commits horrible acts of madness;
hey, do you love your neighbors? Hey, do you say, " Good Morning "
to them and wish them joy through the day with a happy feeling?
We're constantly eagering to know what's
like being trusted,loved and
being understood so honestly and humanly:
but we stupidly shun
the presence of certain doubts
that cast a shadow on
our unpleasant realities!
Are there consequences resulting from ignorance?...
Will they turn into awareness,
or complete madness?
Those questions become so seriously antagonistic,
that we get discouraged to go
ahead,and plan a future so absent of failures;
but like very foolish people:
unnoticing their silly acts,
we blindly give our sympathies away with selfishness...
in the hope of getting them back!
How greedy and perfidious some hearts can be,Lord!
But would it really matter to us,
if we only gave
and wouldn't receive
a thing for showing generosity?
No, don't pay attention
to what others insolently
say,or unrightly believe:
but let them truly see
your unconditional compassion...
like you image of humanity!
How comforting and gratifying is
righteousness,based on truth,Lord!
Silence may turn into storms, must I worry?
A lioness soul bends an untamed temperance,
a fierce rage I bury, populist of pure purpose permanence
so do go gentle on me ‘O judgest condemner
I stand with tenets of truth, humanity’s sustainer
not a raging tempest, nor dying light
but an empowering responsive receptor
these spearmint arrows bolt through blight
I don a polished persona of armor
not the helmet of a hypocrite of bone or ivory
but leather boots built to march into Gehenna
the Fiery, for harrowing heavenly causes
Perfidious, I let you keep the repute given me
the rebel rouser fits me well
The prophet himself, p e r s e c u t e d,
whilst he ruffled feathers and raised hell
There’s an ineffable effigy
to whom I bow, sovereign Lady Liberty
her crown, radiant rays jut like the sun
an aureole flickers of freedom
windows of gems like sacral chakras
I, this blatant believer reverts to rebellion
crusading for campaigns and fair elections
with this, I’ve conquered the storm within
11:59 The doomsday clock tics an AI timer,
a hoax yells the denier's lying tongue
I mustn’t keep silent, moksha can we revisit this later?
give me a bit more time to repent
Amongst autumn’s signature rustling leaves
I walk error-free, veins vigor, I roll up my sleeves
alongside rebels alike we fight king of terrors
Swamiye your sacred motive fills my soul,
with me unseeker are your fragrant prayers
the holy hills call, c o m e, yet I stay
at summit’s foothills with seeker sayers,
raised voices not in praise for the divine, not with joy do we sing,
but with sinful pride we chant harmoniously, no kings!
Darkness gives birth to Light
I was once a victim of Narcissist's spite
Blinded by love I desired to feel and see
Instead I saw truth and faced reality
Awakened, consciously A fool no more
My Name is Karma, I came to settle the score!
Peace and Purity my domain, and then you came
With comforting promises and sweet nothings you played your game
With a sincere heart for you adoration grew
Your Deceit well masked, your mendacious actions brew
Perfidious lover you shall be no more
My Name is Karma, I came to settle the score!
Like a phoenix out of the ashes I rise
My sacred flame will disintegrate your shady disguise
The same toxic dish you served on my plate
Will be fed to you, you will meet your fate
Imposter! To you I have shut my door
My name is Karma I came to settle the score!
Smiling Spitting Deadly Sins
Son of the Devil evil and twisted when his mask falls away
Through the curtains of death he turns truth into dark lies
With horrible shadows haunting over Love's light so pure
As jealousy reveals shades of a Soul’s envy at this moment
Cunningly you crawl behind colors pride with selfish hurting
Innocence casting stones—the fruits of a hideous lurking evil
Filling you with stupid silly emotions crying crocodile tears
Hate is your playground game as the Dark One takes his souls
Weeping from the deep wounds inflicted on others at your wish
While fighting one lost battle as your words burn from the ugly
Fork of your tongue while spitting venom they become a vile
Poison in which every last drop makes one’s very skin crawl
When I see the light of truth awakening in your Soul’s eyes
I really see a Hell-Fire scorching red hot who is the real you
Your pretty tongue of thy father speaks the evil words of the
King of Lies to my heart as it is touched by the serpent’s rasp
Yet ever you can never always hide behind this perfidious mask
And such words of beauty will not always hide what lies within
The darkest outreaches of your Soul’s descent into damnation
For Love itself is a journey of the gentle divine and the innocent
But those who breathe the Hell-Fire can only fool us all so long
And when their mask falls away they speak with a serpent’s tongue
So vile and gruesome that they know not of Love as they strike and
Bring eternal pain holding the Devil’s sword with their blackened hand
Causing pain with greatest relish as they laugh heartily at the pain
Inflicted on others not really knowing what they hold in their hand
In hate and anger while striking out at all innocent souls as their
Double-edged sword waits for those from the depths of Hell itself
Gary Bateman, Liam McDaid, and Michael Clarke
A Collaborated Poem, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
August 9, 2015 (Unrhymed Quatrain)