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Unconditionally
I wanted you to believe
My sweet Anthony
That we could fly into the wind
On wings of eternity
Hunting high and soaring
with nothing but our being
Untamed with a love
that's forever freeing
Your conditions
Really???
But you didn't want that
My bitter Anthony
You wanted to catch that wind
and chain it into eternity
Hunting high to bend
my beautiful artistry
Soaring as a predator
Making
My being a prisoner tamed
with a love in deep freezing
Why???
My sweet Anthony
I wanted you to believe
That we could fly into the wind
on wings of eternity
Hunting high and soaring
With nothing but our being
Untamed with a love
That's forever freeing
Unconditionally
My bitter sweet Anthony
(His song "Throwing it all Away" by Zakk Wylde)
You are under his roof now...
Deny it not
You are his own comforter
Lay off of me, you stubborn child -
LEAVE ME!!
You feel perfect
When he's near...
When I appear...
You draw back in fear...
You are his property now
It's SO true -
You are a selfish, little liar
You burn me like flames
You called me nasty names
Your image transformed to shame
You witch!
I was caught under your spell...
You dwell...
IN DARKNESS...
Down you go in the abyss
You are so insidious....
Frankly, you've done enough damage
While I tried my hardest to break free
From the bondage
You dwell in the shadows
With the predator...
Lay off of me,
YOU total disaster
Obey your master -
the devil...
I feel a sense of haste thrust out towards the coast,
All motions disturbed and turned to one way,
The sea has made the work of man its host,
Life once hidden in trenches to see light of day,
When the lonely lion lies longing for its own,
Licking a hole inflicted long ago,
Issue she had never seen fully grown,
Trying to grasp who should now be her foe,
If ears could hear the muted screeches of the green,
Would hearts be swayed enough for hands to stop?
Must pain through eyes always be seen?
Or would rain wash away branches bloody and chopped?
When sleeping heads on cussions have finally awoken,
Let the barren land once roamed be our token.
On The Evolution Of Liberation…
Once again
our humanity is taxonomically
mocked---no longer ¾
*****sapiens---a step
just below
that of being human. Rather,
today, we’re an endangered species---
a modern classification absurdity
indeed!
Though endangered species
are protected, we remain
open season game through the year---
our peculiar genus being decimated
by lawlessness and unprotected justice;
our punctuated equilibrium
deemed a politico-economic and
socio-cultural threat
to the ecological stability
of the parasitic symbiosis
that exist between
lighter and darker
hued human organism---
where the former
has evolved predator
while the latter has evolved prey.
Yet
Once again
in the scheme of creation---
despite the rampant
predator Attempts
at extinction---the prey
will rise and evolve greater
adaptive survival techniques
that will enable them
to overcome the off-branching
of injustice and nullification.
Know
Once again
as we continue
to trod the Jubilee Road:
“If God is for us, who [or what]
can be against us?”
Racist power mongers,
theirs and the flesh
of their murderous activities---
political, economical, social
and physical genocide,
are all like wild blades of the grass
of nullification and the wicked flowers
of injustice---trying to grow
in God’s vast field of human life:
The grass of nullification shall wither
and the flowers of injustice shall fade---
and the breath of God shall blow
seeds of freedom, justice and equality---
to fall upon fertile fields of liberation.
Twisting and tangling,
in this lovers web
clawing and crying to be-- set free
the bait was placed in front of you,
I watched you fall in, so easily
Shadows cascading
around the October Moon,
a predator with its prey
in the seduction of this web,
watching you wiggle to get away
I curl and tie you up even more,
- under these shimmering stars above
close your eyes and I'll have my way,
in this tight web of love
Under the silhouette of,
the October Moon
a predator with its prey,
such a succulent sight -
turning, colliding and sighing with you
as I have my way,
under the October Moon tonight
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~ Something playful, dark and naughty ~
The Magic of the Moon and its Magnetic glow
Night Owl
A feathered creature lurking into the night
They never sleep in the darkness delight
Always aware of its strange surroundings
Moves quietly and peacefully observing
With haunted and luminous yellow eyes
A night owl watches everything simultaneously
Balanced miles high looking down concentrating
Night owls prey and hunt ruthlessness viewing
Amphibians, reptiles, insects, rodents, fish and other flying birds
A skilled nocturnal hunter to devour
A captivating but rugged night creature
Adapt in its own inhabitant hiding in the darkest shadows
They survive in the cool breeze nightly
As a unique predator under surveillance like an eagle eye
Sitting, just waiting up high in silent
The night owl plunges from the tree top descending into the ruins
Another kill and another delicious feast
Everything dead is beautiful food anchored to the sky
It is frightening how my sweet, cuddly cat can change,
Into a sinister and menacing hunter intent on stalking her prey;
She loves the garden and always lays beneath cool leaves,
But is just waiting, watching, and planning a bloody kill.
And from her hiding place she comes creeping, creeping,
Slithering, edging up inch by inch, skulking some little animal;
Teeth chattering and emitting a deadly rattling eerie sound,
Her eyes a fixed stare and her body intense and tensed.
This snuggly pet of mine is a predator with true speed,
Hiding, stalking, pouncing and chasing learned with her toys;
She likes to prolong the event and thus the creeping,
And then, she leaps and it is very scary for a moment.
But the tickle of her bell, alerts the bird to fly far away,
And the mouse to slip into it's hole again safe and sound;
Then with a meow and sweet purr, she comes creeping,
Creeping home, happily without a dead thing in her mouth.
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October 11, 2015
Poetry/Verse/My Creepy Cat
Copyright Protected, ID 15-716-307-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to the contest, Best October Poem,
sponsor, Skat
Fourth Place
- I wish my name was Jane ... and had a pretty
swimsuit ... (Tarzan yell) - quote by poet
The jungle waited with deep bated breath
silence broken by a pack of howler monkeys
In truth the jungle is never quiet
Morning sun shines through the leaves of the trees
the air is filled with birdsong
A sleepy sloth with movements
as a slow motion movie
Everyday routines for an effective new day
Further into the jungle a predator stirs
Muscles undulate under rosette-dotted fur
A slender muscular jaguar moves gracefully
First mission of the day with deadly grace
The strongest will survive
the law of the jungle
It rumbles in the treetops
elephants wander through dense foliage
waving their huge ears- no trumpet sound
Enigmatic giants in silent march
The jungle changes at sunset
don't dare stay here at night
Love can find you with a glance, and tries to pull you into the mist.
Love can try to pull you toward, using all the tricks that love can, love, and promises of forever love.
Love can use looks and words, calling you from afar, leaving the heart with feelings of awe.
Love is of God we are told, giving us a type of confusion, because not all love is true, some love make us blue, and cause our life to suffer a blow.
Love can control our heart and mind, making us have lost moments in time, as we dream of our loved one takes over our thoughts and mind.
Love can call us anytime, like a predator, it plans sometimes our demise.
Love can ruin us, because it takes over a lot of our life, making a slave of the lover that waits.
Love has its moments that can give us comfort and happiness that can make us glow, and also make us turn blue with sad from the love that was really a fraud and only wanted to hurt and harm.
Lifting prayer to God, today and always.
Cold reality and despair lay around the corner.
Humanity's unclean sleep on its hardened edges,
holding crumpled cardboard signs, asking for money.
Those who believe themselves above it all, hurry,
to get a greater distance, as though trapped by
a predator stalking them for their lives,
and as they pass, they never look back,
fear leaves no concern.
Around this corner is a road, lined by old,
crumbling concrete, empty stores, with broken windows.
It's a hollow corner where garbage lays,
some tumbling by the passing cars,
left to stay languishing until the next car passes,
moving it further down the street.
The only building in use is occupied by a liquor store,
that has a blinking sign where only three letters work.
Happier times for this corner never was,
and will never be.
Even the poor stay away from its cold path,
leaving it to slowly decay.
Hope, there is none, only words painted on concrete walls,
that no one will ever read.
Around this corner hides death and those with body bags,
to remove them from a place where those who pass,
are above it all, detached from this world,
concerned only for their hurried lives.
As they pass some leave a couple of dollars,
dropping it into a cold whithered hand,
telling themselves they did a good thing today,
as they move through a world of despair,
around the corner.
contest Around the Corner
10/17/14
Frederic Parker