Long Puppetry Poems
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Facts now have alternatives to fortify an elite’s status
Truth has lost its authority
Principles abandoned as minds become amorous to like-minds
Intellectual treachery
Corporations have frozen the status quo
Arrested ideology
Anti-capitalism is pretentious and treasonous
Distrust the politics, kill the new entry
Religion is a sanctuary of poverty walled by tyrants
Machiavellian weaponry
A cloaked politician claims anointment from God
Blind flock in an amen chantry
Jesus misunderstood for good for life is good
Yield to Caesar with slavery
Every system wants a piece of your livelihood
Patriotic puppetry
They invade privacy with dosages of conformism
Online artillery
I am an armoured guerilla in a humanism suicide vest
Blowing up the system
5/17/22
Always they scheme
And obsess over memes
Opportunity is there and then it melts like ice cream
I haven't been getting closer to my dreams
Crossed many streams
Climbed a mountain top so I could scream
As well as let off steam
Then I went to the extreme
In order to overthrow those that claim to be
The ones that reign supreme
These days it's all the same to me
Obsessed with those on a throne
Time has shown
People often drone
Being the first to throw a stone
Yet only made of flesh, blood and bone
Let it be known
Worldwide, not just in a peculiar zone
It's the lamest
They remain fixed
Still on the same
F*** all y'all racists and rapists
Soon an acid rain hits
Never will be able to tame this
You do or don't get the main gist
Highly dangerous
One of the strangest
A life rife with torment and anguish
Find out if it's true
Finish you
While barehanded or with chemical agents
So that you vanquish
It's honestly
Just another cacophony
Stepping cautiously
Something is off to me
Often the subject is touchy
Why must we
Constantly dispute across the country
I got my hands bloody
Dug deep getting muddy
Lost several buddies
Continued to study
Very far from happy-go-lucky
Always in my own world, like it's just me
Sometimes it turned funky
Then nutty
And ugly
Once in a while I ate Barramundi
Nearly every day I traveled a road that was bumpy
Remained in a coventry
With animals as my only company
Including bumblebees
Suddenly
It all changed by those partaking in gluttony
Caught up on always pulling strings and puppetry
A cycle of redundancy
4/26/21
No
Don't blow up my phone
With nonsense
Such hateful comments
So quick to take things out of context
On a nightly basis, I smoke and drink until I am unconscious
While close and far from flying objects
In a world full of harmless things or toxins
The process is constant
Not all grasp such a concept
Got all these pals
None of which are gals
Why not?
I got
A good heart and soul, it isn't foul
I'm wise like an owl
Toward the moon I howl
All the while remaining on the prowl
I can't understand how
Not a single woman cares about me now
It's no rumor
In it many find humor
Always thinking that it makes them cooler
They're so fast to call an honest man a loser
In person or behind a computer
Now I'm a drug user
And alcohol abuser
Struggling to establish success for my future
Still I remain a trooper
Only one to blame is myself
No one else
Truth be told
It's getting old
Taking it's toll
Been feeling cold
And falling into a black hole
Struggling to get a grip and hold
All the while not trying to fold
Or be another who sold their soul
Until I realized what I had to offer was gold
Funny to you because you got all this money
And are sitting there all comfy
Like life is so lovely
You don't know me at all, yet you're so quick to judge me
I don't tolerate that behavior because it's ugly
People like you I call a dummy
Since you want to act all entitled and funky
Don't be suprised if the outcome turns out bloody
Never do I rely on being lucky
I've got to stay at it, or I'll get rusty
In multiple ways I'm hungry
Continuing to study
Yet to be a discovery
They say there is something below and above me
Without absolute proof, too many just believe
I've always been trying to live sucker-free
Close and far from shrubbery
Always been in the coventry
In a world with far too much puppetry
The dance was a misguided tour
Masks and dresses Halloween
Themed promenade of sexes
Dark and dimly lighted
We invaded the wilderness
Beneath the hallowed moon
The wolves howling in the distance
Not one of us fearing their brutality
For assured that our costumes
And our numbers would keep
The creatures of the night away
One, two, three, one, two ,three
Living and shadows alike
Moved in unison in the thicket
A masterpiece in the making
Bestowing the puppetry of our
Dance to delight in the invisible
Strings for which the moon
Pulled us serendipitously
Like a haunted ghostly mirage
~Marionette Master~
All my dreams evolve around my wooden floor
Candles and clowns the show must go on
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The Moon slowly moves its way into my room
Dust pushes through my window making shadow puppets on my walls
The talent on my walls dance, scaring my sweet dreams away
No cradle-songs tonight
Dangling artisans’ fingertips scratching down my core
Exquisite observation, an alley down “Death Street.”
Panic rattles my bone,
Stuttering a taste of ma' ma' ma' mama' off my lips
Grandfather clock ticks with every pull of the string
Invisible jellyfish puppets swaying their feelers that sting my site
A superior skill eating away at my fear
I can’t breathe,
I can’t move,
It dangles!
What can I do?
Carved Marionette figures locked in my head
A game in which trickery and deception are the main events
Staged with an evil sinister mask, sanctioning my nightmares.
No one to rescue me from the danger of this bedside playground.
The puppeteer engages to provoke me with my own dolls.
A dramatic performance throttles my mind …….
I cannot come out from under my blanket,
I cannot run,
My hands cannot reach the circus print lampshades!
A shadow show played in slow motion!!!
Realizing the moon can pull a world of strings with its own light
***
Suddenly, boney fingers from the sunrise show me the way…
I look down until my toes touch the cold wooden floor
I creep and creep,
Then I flick on my lamp.
The purple walls swallowed the orgy drawing inspired by the mooned night
A huge diversity of graphic illusions of puppetry in my room vanishes in one click
Mother please no more Pinocchio in my lullabies! ;-)
I am moving in and out of these animated lies,
Silver linings now sagging shadows
Burning desires now dimming coals
How did I ever become so fixated
On such unreliable light?
It is the demon of doubt that reigns tonight
It’s got all the strings to the puppetry
Raising its arms to smite all joy
Condemning our souls to dull life’s shine
Where are you now,
My swelling source of hope?
Why do your eyes wander
Where danger canters?
Trotting on soils dried by the sun
My reason for living
Now my reason for moaning
Its dragging me by the hair now
Telling me to take refuge on its stage
So it can play us over and over
Succumbing to its pathetic goals
To its putrefying plans
All I ever wanted was a place I can feel
A place I can feel
At home
I don’t know how that feels
As I seek all these thrills
I still don’t know how that feels
We sail on the waves of celestial artistry,
with being as our compass- magnetic,
sensitive to the touch of love's poetic
instrumentality, as the sail catching windward
along the deep song of the triangle of eternity.
Love, the engine of the great ship,
that braves another world,
navigates through the airy boughs
of the Towers of the Angels,
where Vulcan Eagles dare.
In conjunction with Venus, flooding by zoom of moon
in fueling beaming in perihelion lens of feeling.
A magnified, looking glass upon a foreign shore,
reeling, Rocky Horror meets
Gone With The Wind meets The Gong Show.
A crowning laid upon rare earth, ceremony of surfdom before a royal berth, King of enslavement
of the willfully, scorched earth in correction
razed by it's folly of Auxilarating trump of bond,
inferno, of it's vagrant municipality.
Shall we pen of the words of that bewitching flame,
the Witches spell of Chapels Bell-twang or
Held hostage by forbidden let-in
beneath rainbows end game.
Marionettes by emotion's moonlight of puppetry.
Leviathan surfaces again,
lured, by hook and angle, bait with
dangle of amulet in the surf of the drowning pools amongst peaks, valleys and turf.
The empire of spellshaping one's
own prison-sanctuary-quagmire
and never calling the bluff of it's wall of fire.
The gambit
trumping all
principality purely,
with it's hook and it's lure,
of knowing, carnality, desire's calling card
a picture that sings of an Angel and a Gambler,
circled in fiery wings.
[Roll of the dice
Take a spin of the wheel
Out of your hands now
So how do you feel?
But you're not gonna win
You'd better go back again
Do you feel lucky
Or do you feel scared?
Take what luck brings
And the Devil may care
But you're down on your luck
What will the next day bring?
Adrift on the ocean
Afloat in a daydream
Or lost in a maze
Or blind in the haze
So what does it matter?
So why don't you answer?
So why did you send
An angel to mend?]
~Iron Maiden, "The Angel and the Gambler"
In the spirals of our ancient code lie secrets
No pill boasts on its glossy label:
We are the cradle of the human genome,
Yet our maps remain blank in global trials.
Test tubes filled with our diaspora’s pulse
Are left untouched—ignored by profit’s design.
Prescription after prescription fails us,
Side by side with miracles elsewhere.
Tell me, Western pharmacopeia,
Why ship drugs proven blind to our cells?
Why let our hearts suffer, our livers wear thin,
While your profit margins bloom?
This is not science—it’s a crime cloaked in white coats,
A quiet genocide as lethal as any missile.
Colonial bias got a new skin—it wears lab coats now,
And it bleeds through African veins still uncounted.
To the leaders in ivory towers of a broken state:
Your silences echo louder than your oaths.
You sold your people’s trust
For crumbs from foreign tables.
But we—the children of a thousand tribes—
We are rising not in whispers, but in fire.
Your puppetry ends where our voices begin:
We will build our industries, staff our labs,
And chart every strand of our DNA.
Pharma’s blood stained on our histories,
Indicted by our silence no longer.
We demand justice, recall every flawed pill,
And rewrite the code of care in our own image.
For if medicine cannot learn our language,
Then it shall learn our resistance:
Made in Africa, by Africans, for Africans—
No more sacrifices for their sterile profit.
6/27/22
A bit colossal
It's awful
Inside still hollow
Painting pictures like Picasso
Going against or the rest will follow
Many that are ill and wallow
F a pill bottle
The same can be said for those that kill swallows
There's no need to wait until tomorrow
Or to remain filled with sorrow
Far from done yet
Lived to see another sunset
It all started with one step
Always nearby is lurking some threats
Plus several dumb pests
I can't stay upset
Ready to face what's next
In order to finally reach success
It's unknown and in code
But I'll do my best to decipher this
Always been a quiet kid
I admit
Often was blind to it
Paying little if any mind to it
While staring at ashes inside a fire pit
Then I started to find a grip
Realizing there's no time to quit
Not solely relying on a survival kit
When a crisis hits
I'll do it all not just dive and dip
Was originally confined and tied too
Occasionally hitting up a drive thru
Eventually I changed my view
No longer is it all quite new
Tried and true
Might just surprise you
If I decide to
Slide through
For far too long, I was lied to
For a better end, I'll join a night crew
Effort bare minimal or hundred percent times two
Never mind you
This is far beyond a haiku
Can't rely on being lucky
A world revolving around money
Shoutout to Bun B
As well as Crocodile Dundee
The same to Crunchy
And Mumsy
No matter when it gets gusty
And if it's dusty
I will not be fussy
I'll be able instead of rusty
Ready to handle it justly
Because it can turn ugly
Then bloody
Suddenly
Can't remain comfy
In order to come out triumphantly
No celebration or company
It's typical like all this puppetry
The same can be said for gluttony
Seen rampant and abundantly
My solitude weaves the paths of the night that unfolds beneath my footsteps,
And when my eyelashes fall heavy - a puppetry of worlds dims in their blindness.
In the frown of my eyebrows,
The Moon transforms into a sidereal onion suspended above the crests of the world.
I gather universes in my pockets, bring in my palm the dimming of houses and the gentle descent of trees,
I withdraw and control their fates; I watch with royal indolence as my tiny throngs of people,
Laughing, loving, shivering from wine,
Ignore that I, in childhood boredom, could send them into nonexistence with a single blink of an eyelid.
When I dress in the robe of affection,
I clothe the grasses in festive green,
Wrap the sky in azure silk and sprinkle the sun with golden pollen;
But in my sour whims, I weave my soul as a god
With decrees of vanity on my lips to conquer the hues and darken the corollas in black.
Oh, you, apparition that believes yourself alive, the inflamed silk beside me,
You struggle to escape from the tangle of my thoughts,
You swear that your heartbeat of love proves your link to the world,
But do not forget that in the whirl of this carnival of delirium,
All your radiance, every glint of genius, is a sarabande, my capricious gift to you.