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From within the womb, we're subject
to the church's religious dogma.
And, labeled sinners before birth,
we're born with original sin.
Devious minds conspire to keep
naive believers groveling.
And under the pretext of love,
steal both their dignity and cash.
Sinners are defined as lost souls,
existing outside of prayer.
And anyone that questions what's
written in the holy scriptures.
How many Gods has Man died for,
and how many has He killed for?
And though religions preach blind faith,
it's not a sin to ask for more.
Religions try to patent God
because, to them, He's worth billions.
And yet, He lives free in our hearts,
responding to love, not worship.
(Blank Verse)
8/30/2015
Absence of a Sibling
I always imagined you’d call me
Want to spend time, Sunday dinner
All meet up for a birthday, Christmas
Just thought you’d pop in, child in arms
Imagined all of us on a rowdy sofa
Shaking with laughter, cries of joy
Sometimes tears on a shoulder, pats
On the back, celebrate the good times
But then I changed all that
Made a moment for me, selfish?
Stopped the suffocation, took a breath
Looked over the parapet, chanced
When the deep understanding formed
Realised no matter what, you’d never call
I was wasting away a loveless life.
Now and again, we pretend, nod and chuckle
Forget the past and the absence.
Avoid the truth, pretext a happy family
But we’ll never have Sunday dinner
With a Christmas cake or Easter bunny
Be honest, will we?
David Cox 07/10/22
Traveling through the jaded discourse
With bartered pen and little remorse
Brandishing sharpened scalpel; tour de force
Unabashedly seeking all texts from lexicon to divorce
Developing underlying themes to alter the broader context
Freely abridging each verse to establish the pretext
Isolating each stanza to create a subtext
Inferring connotations to establish a hypertext
Disassociating words to broker more inflection
Delinking phrases building new bridges for reflection
Deconstructing patterns to sculpt out a new direction
Decoding mores and values to foster introspection
Voiding punctuation; compressing verses to scuttle metric time
Extrapolating dominant motifs to devalue the inculcating paradigm
Decoupling dissonant accents to deflower the sublime
Erasing phonetic schemes; disbanding symetrical order; decelerating rhyme
some loves bout lost come go almost all sorts
motives remain true pure until find not
list least cain hope fewer no good reports
still life like love moves backing forth cold hot
back outing again own each such sigh wish
loss lasts long gone fast run use eye oui next
stuff split rough two there one bright here blue dish
but still be same unself self sans pretext
wait patient fourth floor first ready confess
one day then now was dreamed real life unfold
four most seven great death comes not success
some would telling kisses end life untold
try may believe yes if not near reverse
mind conceives lives another universe
Stolen Statues
The glory of yesterday,
taken down and destroyed.
Pummeled into dust,
by those that stole their rights,
to be where they are.
They promised good things,
and took away all that
meant anything.
They replaced our heroes
with shadows,
and demanded,
more from us.
Change your religion,
remove your way of life.
Take down all that you care for,
and embrace all that we hate, about you,
and your life, as the truth of our life here…
is now the replacement demanded.
Refusal to integrate, to be part and assimilate,
is sufficient to change the face of asylum.
Invasion is the pretext,
the pretense and the begging…
of war.
Peace, freedom and prosperity,
readily at hand in the country before you.
Why… why…
You ran from all that was,
to all that is,
to make it
the same?
Stupidity is not born,
it is taught.
Everthing worth learning
can be learned with an open heart.
War, has no heart at all.
OUTRIGHT PRETEXT
a synthesizer
perpetuates
an eternal quality
for
a compelling moment
this silhouette
a recreated
sensation
to
coincide
&assimilate
the
analytics captured
an
idea
asserted
as an
apperception
a simultaneously
sensation
supplies gestures
undulating
elegant
refined
glamorous
&amorous
unbridled
fervent &formidable
in
devoted
ideal
beauties
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
In a world once illuminated by the gold of bygone times,
A dark veil is now woven, a prison for lost souls,
Where critical spirit and free thought are but whispered memories,
Control of education becomes the key to inescapable conformity.
Values are distorted, and obedience becomes the supreme virtue,
While the media becomes a dance of shadows that distracts and manipulates,
Rewriting history erases the markers that tied us to the past,
Creating modern mythologies that serve only the ruling elites.
Under the watchful eye of technology, every movement is monitored,
Security becomes the pretext for invading our fragile intimacy,
Structures of punishment and reward are born from behaviors,
A social credit system that weighs our weary souls.
Economic dependence intertwines with the loss of autonomy,
Self-sustained agriculture and free trades become relics of the past,
The digital economy controls every transaction, every hope,
Personal property disappears under the guise of illusory common good.
Moral values are turned upside down, good and evil unravel,
Moral chaos and absolute relativism become the new gods of the world,
Social degradation is encouraged, primal instincts triumph,
While spirituality is lost in the echo of a forgotten time.
Power centralizes, cultural identities dissolve,
National sovereignty becomes a tale of forgotten past,
A single planetary government casts its shadows over freedom,
A quasi-religious ideology justifies the domination of the few.
Thus is born a planetary prison, where light slowly fades away,
Under a sky where stars barely flicker, souls wander,
In a world that has reversed all that was once sacred and full of life,
Searching for a way back to the gold of an era long past.
When you sang, dreams croaked, then you ceased to be a volcano,
It was simpler to become a rock, not letting yourself be unraveled by the waves of myopia.
After seasons died in your arms, resigned to your cold might,
You questioned if perhaps all flowers tear their petals in vain for you.
You were left emptied of greenness, a vast void where echoes can't return,
You've lost the appetite for light and horizons, a crownless tree in the purple twilight.
Oh, how you wished to remain the same old fir, clutching a world of rays to your chest,
But you let the day slip into night, you departed to become the leaf you await to fall.
Nymphs in chorus called you to shout again, for the wind to blow in your blue day,
But you stayed silent, and in your silence the tear of the sea extinguished in a fist of foam,
You feared the equinox that doesn't come, the persistent remembrance of a song once drawn,
And you feigned your existence into a white beginning of hibernation, like a silence before a revelation.
Do you believe that once you bloomed, the storm can't break the branch that holds you?
You stopped being the barbarian that made the echo in the mountain laugh at itself,
And in exchange for smiles, a sad pass settled on your face, casting long shadows,
An unanswered question that floats above you, a flight that no longer knows how to reach its destination.
Ah, you’ve lost her, that fearless bird that used to scent the filters of your soul!
You've ceased your word, halted the depth from caressing the root of the sky.
You've forgotten the whirlwind that lifted you above the world, and now you search for meaning,
You are a snail without a shell, feather without flight, a ripple without an ocean, a sky without a constellation.
Is waking harder? Is oblivion gentler than the sweet pretext of remembrance?
You wonder why the stars do not answer your indescribably late call,
The road back seems too long now, legends speak of new beginnings, barren horizons.
Slowly but surely, you lost it... in a pass of slippery fog over your world,
Now you are the slave to your own echoes, seeking a mirror in me so you can breathe once more.
Ulterior motive inspires invasion,
to capture land for exploitation,
or to prove supremacy in global power game,
but the pretext given for raging the war
is to liberate the people from oppressing regime,
rendering truth the first casualty.
In the war the ultimate aim is to win,
even if sacrificing the lives of soldiers,
or killing the innocent civilians,
but the warring sides never acknowledge
they are committing war crime,
rendering truth the first casualty.
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April 5, 2022
Contest : Is truth the first casualty of war and
why is that
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I am giving you all I can
All that I have... all that I know
Beyond that of time a never when
When never a time is that to behold
All that matters no longer does
All that reasoning never for
The many questions to no longer ask
The many answers never be... to ignore
The little things to mean so much
Perhaps so much will mean so little
Was it not from a simple touch?
Yet whence a touch did it all but settle?
To begin to the end
Did it start, was it finished?
If I pour did I blend?
Rules amend... might I abolish?
A pretext, a preface, a perfume
A lie to begin, a truth in an end
The scent but remains in an empty bedroom
Along that of time a never when