Long Plague Poems
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Am an African not an african't
Africa every where is a mystery
To an enmity
Wonder why
Yet it was before
I was born
So now they ask me
Who are you to make a change
Am an African not an African't
The plague of cries are still
A mystery to my soul
The name as am identify with"
An AFRICAN
Stands to over rule
All objection
That change can be
Yes am a African
Born in a generation of change
Am an African not african't
Set it in the hills
Set it on the mountains
Yes I can
Despite them rule
Despite them education
Despite them illusion
Yet yes I can
Yes I can at least change my
Mind from all of old
Yes I can preach of nature
And write of love
Yes I can touch the hearts
Of the innocents
Yes I can see to make
My opinion
Oh yes I can
Despite them want us to be
African't
Yet And yet
Their is still a one of
A kind that could
Say with no fear like
I write
Am an African
Not
An african't .
The deliberate hurt is
a wound never healing,
forgiveness may be granted
to that soul expiring;
and as the trembling lips
close, serenity descends.
To have loved such a person
would have been wrong, not smart;
nothing honorable and pleasant
came out of that foul mouth.
Some realize the demonic force
that was behind it to cause animosity
towards the kindest of hearts;
then is anger the curse of the unforgiven,
not to fully and sincerely apologize?
It's wiser to bear offense than to offend,
so that the guilt is not concealed inside,
but open to unfair criticism
rather than visual humanism;
and would one cope with implausibility?
Along our path, we may see roses...
smell their aroma and cherish their loveliness,
but beneath them there are many thorns
ready to poke those who rush judgment;
and they will bleed for not having been cautious,
or at least avoided the useless torment!
I have bled in my utter blindness,
putting everything at risk, sparing no mercy
for a quest to uphold my integrity
by being too complacent, and not showing kindness.
And ignoring that anger is the curse of the unforgiven,
I beat hard on my chest to feel the acute pain...
remembering the hostile voice putting me down;
embarrassing me of such a vulgar mannerism,
making me despise and hate any exhibited egotism!
The longest time has passed to shorten the brevity of compassion,
to make me aware that to have none is a denial of self!
Weep and mourn for shutting all doors on fairness, cruel soul;
sleep not, for remorse is a plague inflicted upon the unmerciful
who see themselves less useful than those discerning death!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Psyches on the edge
Psyches going wild
Wild child oh so daring
Wild one hellish bold
Bold and downright brazen
Bold though fiercely blind
Blind to subtle logic
Blind eyed scourge
Scourge imposed on others
Scourge the plague of self
Self damned sinking vessel
Self whose clearly lost
Lost on deep meaning
Lost boon fellow now
Now I must reflect
Now transform or heal
Heal some wretched burden
Heal this stricken heart
Heart that beats with pathos
heart when wondrous glad
Glad a buoyant vision
Glad I promptly changed
Changed barren outlook
Changed complex-ridden life
Life as joyful premise
Life based on love
Love weaves magic dreams
Love induces spells
Spells I adopt
Spells alter mindset
Mindset yours or mine
Mindset chasing peerless time
Time a spur for dormant brain
Time awash with thinking
Thinking valued options
Thinking of growth
Growth of mental wellness
Growth our golden gift
Gift to cosset and explore
Gift as relish
Relish inner calm
Relish broad spectrum issues
Issues within reach
Issues sleight and grand
Grand scheme on horizon
Grand environment free
Free in every single sense
Free from vapid earthly care
Care…
Sense…
I have lived in three out of the four regions in America.
My experiences in some of them have been less than civil.
Issues in life, good and bad, may linger with us for life.
Stories that plague one's beginnings need not inhibit one's end.
Shielded from destructive effects in life, I did rise and thrive.
Satisfaction saturated my entire being
After we arrived at our new residence in '86.
Community spirit was there, alive and well,
Rendering a sense of family with great neighbors.
Anticipation of a better life for our kids was paramount.
Most experiences in this Northern California city were positive.
Every thought of leaving her filled my heart with grief and sadness.
Never had I lived for so long(35yrs.) in one community and loved it.
To every family member and friend, I say, "I brought you with me."
Of this I am sure: They say that home is where your story began; but
where I was born never felt like home to me. Like
nowhere else, Sacramento felt like home to me.
051223PS
the wind blows, and gusts prevail,
I sense your essence in the breeze
as the tempest rages in warm rains,
emerging from the dust I was found
weeping in the forsaken land of my desolated heart’s remains;
a million fairytales tremble at us,
they know how our love does outshine with flickering light-
fleeting into the ebon night; for our love loses not insight,
sounds of swift ivory doves cry out,
never cursed or full of deep blight;
black ravens plague this existence,
I knew the pain of loss and despair you carried with ease;
saturated in loneliness were you-
yet you stay with me, longing for my hopelessness to cease,
descending onto my grateful knees-
your genuine adoration still sustains
intense obscurity of the calamity I faced before you attains-
for I am but a man craving to be near you for all of eternity-
sweetheart, you are my perpetual connection,
and...
my alleviation found in perfection-
bound by love and affection
I embrace you…you hold me tight
and I shall feel this pure affection or you, my beloved…eternally.
October 3, 2019
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Halt! Halt! Give em your hand but not your hearts
For when they hover around you,
You are an imminent carcass.
These vipers of Eden unrelenting, carry about their venoms
Fluttering and flapping with the disposition of a butterfly
And a grasshopper combined.
The sight of her should trigger an "alarum" bell in every wise man.
With the juice supped, they flitter away
Seeking other juicy flowers in the circle of moral doom
Like bubonic plague, spreading devastating virus
Like the physician ampoule, ready on your skin to pour.
They waste your time,
Waste your money
Sapp your energy
Leaving you with unforgettable miseries
Be not down on a chauvinistic egotism in her environment
For another trial, may certify your demise
“There is not a crime, there is not a dodge, there is not a trick, there is not a swindle, there is not a vice which does not live by secrecy.” - Joseph Pulitzer
There is something that few recognize,
But is transparent to many.
Kept in the dark and loyal to no one,
Hoping that nobody can find it.
It is a silent killer,
Swooping down on the smallest
Sense of innocence.
Give it an inch,
It goes a mile.
It is not an atomic bomb,
Nor the Bubonic Plague.
It is all in the slight notion
Of injustice.
~*~
“Injustice anywhere is a threat
To justice everywhere.
- Martin Luther King Jr.
Don't fear the blue man group
They're far less dangerous
than we are to ourselves...
but
do beware of carnivorous teachers
those harmless looking
wire rimmed
blackboard preachers
wielding pieces of chalk
on the tips of 38 caliber tongues...
turning classrooms into cancer cells
teaching the innocent
that it's all about
color of skin and not character
after all-
Despite the truly oppressed
coming here by the millions
from every nook and cranny
on this cracking planet.
Children are being taught
that the USA is systemically
racist
oppressive
inherently evil.
If that were the case
would they not avoid
it like the plague?
"Teachers," along with the politically connected
are pushing socialism and mayhem-
The press corps. {short for pressurizers} are the devil's sword.
Pitting we the peeps against one another.
Always dividing by color, turning up the pressure.
Highlighting the worst of mankind
Turning up the pressure to further divide
Playing heavily edited clips
Turning up the pressure
over and over again...
for ratings
for revenue
for votes
Turning up the pressure
way past the red zone
until the colors explode
into a death rainbow...
Soulless pressurizers
dividers of souls-
Pay attention, parents; they're after your lambs.
Demand body cams for these teachers of mayhem.
Protect them from those chalk-wielding, scorpion-hearted thugs.
Lift your hog noses from your cell phones
Listen to your children-
give them a peck of hope
and a bushel of love.
Some love the sound of them shots poppin off
especially when they're the one that's pulling the trigger
I hate this because in the black community
it seems like Willie Lynch theory is looking
more like a script that was written
Yesterday those shots brought tears to my eyes
because I'm sick and tired of this plague
called black on black violence
and it's looking more like an eternal sickness
it doesn't bring tears to my eyes because I'm terrified
For my own life but because we as a people
have aborted and terminated the seeds we sow
for a lil bit of doe, accepted a nickname
high off pride not knowing to society
You too are just a john doe with an expiration date.
We dream of peace on Earth- a lasting peace:
we yearn and pray for future life, and think
of days when wars no longer plague- but cease;
with total joy, all share in freedom’s link.
We yearn and pray for future life and think
each person has an equal chance from birth;
with total joy, all share in freedom’s link
within God-given rights of man on Earth.
Each person has an equal chance from birth
to live unburdened, free as free can be
within God-given rights of man on Earth;
survive without the fear of 'fight or flee'.
To live unburdened, free as it free can be:
of days when wars no longer plague- but cease;
survive without the fear of 'fight or flee'.
We dream of peace on Earth- a lasting peace.