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In the garden of our minds, blame takes root,
A toxic seed that nourishes bitter fruit,
It blooms with thorns and poisoned petals,
A vine that entangles and settles.
Like a venomous serpent coiled in the heart,
Blame slithers and coils, tearing the inner self apart,
It whispers in the ear, a voice of contempt,
Sowing seeds of doubt and causing pain.
Like a storm on a moonless night,
Blame strikes like lightning, a fiery light,
It scorches the earth and leaves scars,
A mark of pain that spreads from afar.
Blame is a beast, a ravenous beast,
It devours our peace, a relentless feast,
It prowls in the shadows, a lurking threat,
A hungry predator we can't forget.
But blame is a shadow, a momentary shade,
A ghostly presence that cannot be swayed,
It's a mirror reflecting our own flaws,
A harsh reminder of our own applause.
Uproot blame from our souls, release its grip and take control.
Trains run alight terminate on time like clockwork
never ending endless procession of precision conductors
the conducted walk down the line warped tracks of
cynically divided isles dead ends of ‘labour making free’
Evil strips uniformed confluence stripes and leather
Coated terrified collection production of space soap
horror lampshades shearing shorn haired tattoos the
undivided divide of power abomination horrid abnormal
‘normality’ represses guilt projected trans-re-and aggression
Evil does other in the guise of completed concentration
Concerted action blisters scorches screams cacophonies
children on father’s lap blue eyed dancing and laughing
kisses of love adoration cuddly dolls miniature life’s train
sets model schema roles toys games memories distraction
Evil giggles corporates shapes what past and future holds
Mothers craft homes happy families embrace posterity apple
pies devotion roast cinnamon cranberry turkeys tarts in ovens
pious allegiance compassion progress contrast splitting off piano
forte harmonious singing rejoicing at mantelpiece and altar
Evil mocks smouldering torches paradise’s apple deprivation
Juvenile followers of fashion compose indoctrinate compost
hail philosophy’s trampled ideology void of virtue meaning
distorted communion bread wine blind vision blind-sight vortex
trailing inscribing engraving present history timeless repetition
Evil tracks moribund humanity dignity degeneration and disgust
Unless we reflect examine investigate inside and around
us the smokescreens stacked ember ashes individual ‘Self’
universal pursuit of righteousness flames of denial denigrating
potential illuminate conscience honesty fallibilities blue prints
for darkness and unless we act and fight stand up and even then
Ubiquitous evil at this very moment will cast its seeds and shadows
will unbalanced fires raise their ugly head and minds and shoulders gas
and bullets terror grenades rockets mines warfare starving emaciation
lest we forget the prototypes the moulds automated conveyor belts evil
we can not abdicate responsibility for blatant murder of the human race
Auschwitz is everywhere and there is no hierarchy of evil
July 1st Independence Day (Canada)
They ask me if I got game
I tell em no worries like Curry my shot nasty insane when I spark from the arc & let them shots drain
No safety f*ck it let the shots rain when the Glock bang
Feeling like the wolf on Wall Street, bout to stock change once the stocks change
I kick fire like a gas stove, coiled springs in hot flames, raw gas 94 octane
Higher than a eagles as*hole, drugs burning on that foil bling boy oh boy the joy it brings once the torch scorches in a hot flame & make the rock change
These demons I'm entangled with straight mangle sh*t but regardless I still win, I swear to God they could cripple the heavens but I'm just trying to triple my 7's watching the reels spin like a slot game
Whipping in the kitchen, these hot flames got the pot stained
Everybody wants Pac's fame until they get shot on the block or get they clocks rang
That's when the plot change & they get to spitting, given up opp names to avoid sitting in locked chains
F*ck the opps name, instead give me they low I wanna know where the opps hang
Pull around, lock aim than let it pop bang
Than you can catch me with ya top dame, getting that slop brain
Rolling around while she going down like dropped planes
F*ck around & take your smile away from a mile away when the red dot hot & I lock aim
Don't approach me with a cup in your hand asking if I got change cuz I ain't got change
I'm f*cked up as a man so get the f*ck out my face, I am not sane
And even though a lots changed I am not changed
It's like I'm stuck running in place cuz everyday I dwell on my past asking myself how much longer in this hell I can last, cuz when sh*t goes left I go way right trying to steal back time like it's daylight & the clocks changed....
Victor Von Doom is looking for trouble,
he wants to turn the world into rubble.
He begins to unleash his evil wrath,
causing carnage to buildings in his path.
Inflamed with hate for the Fantastic Four,
he wants to smash Reed Richards to the floor.
The army is no match for his sharp skills,
his technopathy controls their free wills.
He arrives at the Statue of Liberty,
with a few hostages in captivity.
He is joined by the sly Puppet Master
and Galactus to cause extreme disaster.
Only the family of super heroes can save the day,
with cosmic powers to protect from those who prey.
Mister Fantastic with his elastic limbs and intellect.
Storm the invisible queen with a shield to protect.
The Thing a mountain of might with strength to praise.
The Human Torch a fireball with flames ablaze
Mister Fantastic distracts DR Doom,
the Thing punches him with a big boom!
Storm takes hostages into a room,
her invisibility saving them from gloom.
Human Torch scorches Galactus's face,
defeated, he scurries back into space.
Puppet Master is held down by The Thing,
as Torch smoulders his cerebral strings.
Dr Doom tries to escape Mister Fantastic,
but he captures him with his arms of elastic.
Storm removes his battery power pack,
the Thing drains him further with a big smack!
Villains thrown into a protected jail,
world is safe again to tell a heroic tale..
Another victory as superheroes rise.
Job well done conquering evil's guise!
cyan blues indigo into nighttime
darkness scorches the soul to the core
hellfire’s charcoal embers
dissipate lightness of being
achromatic void
engulfs a self-fulfilling promise
rose petals wither by the wayside
trudged and treaded upon
flame red converts to burnt sienna
a mere shadow dances in the heat
hunter green pastels fade in exhaustion
an emerald pendant strings
a chafed neck in a choking embrace
mustard gold’s alchemy
folds citric sunflowers
away from its rainbow
where a pot of tar
repeats the circular path
suave mauve corrodes
into rust and necessity’s must
clusters indecision
and meaningless desire
the prism yields prison
and yet all colours
would merge into white
when the pail becomes
half full once again
and chakras confide
to the canvass
and the portrait of truth
Summer sky raises scarlet sun of dulcet dawn,
burns the noon air when the spring nip is gone.
Summer scorches the spring’s last budding hue.
The bare garden waits for the blooming time new.
Summer crunch of the fawn foliage has begun.
In the cool pond swims the fleet of fluffy swan.
Summer shades splash from palette of twilight,
paint alluring warm fresco of summer delight.
Summer evening is ideal to sit out on easy chair,
enjoy a glass of beer in gently blowing balmy air.
Summer is relaxing time to go to the soothing sea,
play with the surging cool waves with idyllic glee.
Summer comes with the hot days of craving dream,
time to be in the arctic circle with vanilla ice cream.
Softly I'll come to you with poems I'll write
And wondrous dreams to fill the night
To release my heart from its rusty chain
To give breath to love unrestrained
Softly I'll come to you with a lover's bliss
To quench love's thirst with every kiss
Beneath the glimmer of starry skies
That brings a shimmer we can't disguise
Softly I'll come to you with love that yearns
Your long brown hair that scorches and burns
Under Ivory glows that enhance the night
Our silhouettes will dance in the jeweled light
Softly I'll come to you with eyes that confess
And lasting dreams that our hearts possess
Where whispers are heard from softer sighs
That lies within these words we'll comply
Softly I'll come to you before the sun accends
To glean the night for time without end
We'll share our hearts through an endless night
Where your beauty will lie till the morning light
Softly I'll come to you Softly I will
Spaced Out
Inner Space
Astro projected, in the seventies, travelled into the Universe at the speed of light,
Into my memories hoard, exploring the essence of every solar system.
Experiences come to life, memories created, permeate histories moments.
Memories flash by at lightening speeds, lightening scorches the essence of life,
changing its molecular structures, its psychic abilities, forever altering reality
from what once was, to what is, to what will become a new reality.
A surrealistic vision, once harbouring the colours of rainbows seen through prisms.
All colours of the spectrum, life’s experiences, fading from view, only shades of gray
covering this universe, memories hoard, life’s experiences with, one day soon, a death mask.
B. J. “A” 2
February 6th, 2024
History is a loudmouth dunghill hen,
Who so hid hind it were left to cavil,
He who loves here and now’s a happy man.
Past, a flightless bird, primes its wings in vain,
A dodo buried under snowy chill,
History’s no more than a dunghill hen.
If what goes never may return again,
If fleeting moments can’t a vacuum fill,
Here and now’s a hinge for a happy man.
The story of this world since time began
Seems to end with mankind’s same old evil,
A tale glorified by a dunghill hen.
Not much has changed, not so dies more same than
Hist’ry, a time-waster of wanton will,
He who loves here and now’s a happy man.
Time scorches, to pallor turns ruddy tan,
And future gets frozen, good with evil,
History’s ho hum yells like dunghill hen,
He who loves here and now’s a happy man.
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Villanelle | 07.03.2022 |
Poet’s notes: Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it. But we are here to create the history, not remember it, nor yet repeat it. And yet, history, written by the winners, is often not even truth. What this means is and as this poem says, history is a loudmouth dunghill hen. Further, talking about history, as someone said, some people feel the rain, and some get wet. As Churchill said, ‘history will be kind to me as I intend to write it. So, let us focus on creating history, and that process starts from here and now. Sure, he who loves here and now is a happy man
Why do I keep pressing on to you?
When did I have it with you?
How did this happen? Ooooh...
How did this happen? Ooooh...
It seems like yesterday
It seems like another day...
Tomorrow, sorrow will be my gold, miss
I ain't gettin' rid of my Boldness
Left unnoticed like a pan of macoroni and cheese
Please...
Please don't put my mind at ease...
Please...
Please don't put my heart at ease...
My army of nostalgias haunt me every single day and night
My peacefulness is zipp'd out of me...I lay here in fright
At last, I love you
Alas, I am so blue...
Left unnoticed by you
Left unnoticed by you...
Creativity and corruption scorches my mind's eye
You gave me your goodbye and your sweet, little lie
Why do I keep pressing on to you?
When did I have it with you?
How did this happen? Ooooh...
How did this happen? Ooooh...
It seems like yesterday
It seems like another day...
I hate you for that...
But, forgiveness is what I don't lack
I wear my disapproval hat
I won't get your back unless you want me back
In this lifetime...
I'm just a worthless dime
In your brown eyes...
A shower of why's...
Drown my eyes...
Why do I keep pressing on to you?
When did I have it with you?
How did this happen? Ooooh...
How did this happen? Ooooh...
It seems like yesterday
It seems like another day...