Long Scorn Poems
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I came to you by night, O Rabbi
Seeking truth and light from your words
You spoke of heavenly things, O Rabbi
But I could not grasp their meaning
You said I must be born again, O Rabbi
Of water and of the Spirit
You said you were the Son of Man, O Rabbi
Who came to save the world from sin
I saw you stand before the council, O Rabbi
Accused of crimes you did not do
You kept your silence and your dignity, O Rabbi
While they mocked and spat on you
I heard you say before the governor, O Rabbi
That your kingdom is not of this world
You wore a crown of thorns and a purple robe, O Rabbi
While they hailed you as a king in scorn
I watched you carry your cross, O Rabbi
To the place of the skull, Golgotha
You hung there in agony and love, O Rabbi
Forgiving those who killed you
I came to you by night, O Rabbi
Bringing spices and aloes for your tomb
You were wrapped in linen and laid to rest, O Rabbi
But I knew this was not the end
You rose again on the third day, O Rabbi
Defeating death and darkness
You showed me your wounds and your glory, O Rabbi
And I believed in you as Lord and Christ
Agent of darkness
King,
Of principalities and powers
You,
Who knows no love
But,
Hate, scorn and wickedness
You,
Who sow thorns at night
And,
Reaps prickles in darkness
You; you,
Who robs Peter
To pay Paul
You,
Who suck blood
Instead,
Of giving life
You,
Who can only
Ravage the body
But,
Not the soul
You,
Who can only bark
But cannot bite
You,
Who roam around
Looking for who to devour
You,
Who scatters and muddles
Instead,
Of gathering and molding
You; you,
Who sow deceit and fear
In the hearts of men
Instead,
Of love and kindness
You,
Whose only agenda
Is,
To cause pain,
Sorrow and suffering
To God's children and kingdom
You,
Who disappears
When,
Light appears
You; you,
Who,
Christ shamed and disgraced
On the cross of Calvary
YOU,
Whom,
We laid a wreath
On his grave
More than two thousand years ago
Rest in hades
LUCIFER!
Like a whip-sword with a blade, it looked humble and curled.
I thought it's the softest pink sapphire in the world.
In your brawl with me, for causeless cause, when you swore
Endless embers of volcanoes gushed from your core.
Your pessimism, like toxin-puffed balloons, soared high
A pain from within me throbbed into a sigh
Scorn, like fire from fighting swords, from you blazed forth
Is there, deep within you, an inferno of wrath?
Did I, in the past, shun showing you my favour?
I, now, feel ashamed to have you as my neighbour.
I thought you're precious and preserved you as a pearl.
What tempest, I don't know, turned you a pool of whirl.
Though storms taunt time and again, do Banyan trees weep?
With your thorny, rude words, I feel awake from sleep.
No one can make rules for me to live with a snake.
What use is a neighbour who gives nothing but ache?
1992, Master Li Hongzhi’s benevolence shone through
To the public in China his amazing teaching grew
Falun Dafa emerged from prehistoric time
To guide Earth’s people to be true, good and kind
People practiced peacefully in parks each day
Before work, school, and even play
Cleansing their bodies with the five gentle moves
Cultivation of mind and heart was true
Morality and virtue grew from the essential way
Assimilating all who diligently stayed
Clear with only righteous thoughts in mind
Society was improving holistically in time
Awards were granted for “The Most Popular One”
Master Li worked hard but his efforts were shunned
Jiang Zemin demanded a survey to find
Alarming numbers that practiced in1999
100 million Dafa practitioners grew
More than his regime, and many within it too
Zemin’s rage ordered the persecution that marked
His mind was controlled by his jealous heart
Out of rage the 6-10 office was born
The act of hatred, and jealousy and scorn
“Zhuan Falun”, was a bestseller by then
He ordered "destroy all Dafa books" to end
“Unrestricted warfare”, evil cult was his excuse
The beast within his mind was loose
“Eradicate Falun Gong, use all means”
Evoking evil specter, that grinned and gleaned
The demand was all levels of government oblige
His persecution of 100 million, was now in stride
A horrific darkness fell on China’s great land
History was being repeated, by a dictator’s hand
I am like drift wood floating in the deep, blue abiss of the sea.
Nothing else is shaped quite as uniquely or querkily as me.
Having faced and felt the ragged rocks break and crumble my bones.
Having known no place that could be safe, or to be called my home.
Battered and skarred, from the dark days of fearsome storms
Sun dried and bleached blonde, Mother nature has truly shown me her scorn.
Polishing sand, abrasive winds, torrential rain, being tossed and thrown by the waves, in every which way.
This is what sculptured me, changed me slowly moulding me, each and every day.
I have floated and drifted, lost for so long in the vacuum of time.
But always through the daylight and darkness my spirit has found a way to shimmer and shine.
One day my knarly shape will be washed up and rest upon a golden, sandy shore.
Hoping to be found and loved, in a way in which, I could've never have been loved before.
Written Sept 2020
Winter, get out of my way its time for you to go astray,
Let spring come and give the showers for which we pray
make flowers bloom and turn roses head high in the air,
keep the icicles under our feet until the cold disappear.
Winter go away, you may leave the trees naked and bare
Spring will have turned livid and clear away the icy stare,
So, don’t be sad, but wipe away your crystalline tears,
A new bossing rain is falling on the grass and the flowers.
Winter has a few more days in the place to linger on
As its shadows quietly disappear with the coming of dawn,
Sunrise draws near replacing darkness with a beautiful light,
Floating like a cloud towards an untangled silhouette.
Summer is where I want to go to laugh and embrace sunshine,
Leave the shadows behind and renew the spirit in my mind,
feel the sunrise ray of lights appearing in its familiars,
Keeping the promises and believe we have grasp among fears.
A roaring fire, deaths desire piercing our blinked soul
Propaganda flames of torment engulfing the matric world.
There is no escape from its illustrious and demise fate,
Media blustery screams in our ears all the tragedies we hate.
The Ashes of fear controlling life with a slow burn,
Sunrise waiting, fast as the wind blows, a new season turn,
Leave the scorn, struggles, and harm, enjoy the present charm
and feel the sunrise warmth where death had dawn.
I won't stop
I Let the ink
Keep falling
Not until hearts
Shiver with joy
It can't stop
Coming on me
As she speaks
To me
I won't stop
How can I stop writing
When there is a lot
To draw with words
As I sing my songs
Of freedom
Souls heal from a
Wound
With words So simple
Yet rare in
Observation
I won't stop
I can't stop
Writing till their is
No injustice to
Morn about in my
Time
Can't stop writing
Till all set are done
Is all for shame
When we live with
an ignored scorn
On our door steps
I won't stop
When all it takes
Is what is
To attain what
It is
For this
Pen cant hands off
My long fingers
Till a last
Breath of joy
Is gone to the unknown
I won't stop
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Otis (Trench Mouth) Trench was born with pneumonia in a black-rain steel town in Third World, Pennsylvania. He was not expected to survive and received Last Rites. His unction was so extreme, however, Death could not grab hold and he slipped away. He grew up wild, learned his letters from a ragman’s son and took off for the high country and the deep blue sea. Upon his return, he landed a job tending bar in a low life shot-and-beer joint called the Old Salem Tavern, but referred to by locals as The Country Whore Inn. He began composing lyrics as a way of minding the tide and easing the drift. It continues to be an on-going process. In a recent interview with the fashion editor of A Dim, Dark Mirror, Mr. Trench was quoted as saying:
At this specific stage of my existence, and in consideration of the circumstances in which I find myself, it surprises me to discover that rumors of my downfall have been insinuated within the chronology of my tenure, since, upon completion of an extensive and thorough inventory of my physical and spiritual estate, as best can be determined by the faculties I still retain within my possession and deemed by myself to be valid and reliable given an honest assessment of the facts of the matter; I testify for the official record, and in a fashion suitable to be notarized, authorized and cauterized, that regarding the state of my particulars, I am of the firm, unwavering opinion, despite whatever dissenting voices may be heard chiming discordantly in some distant pasture of manure-sodden earth seeking to either disturb my slumber or provoke my wrath, and regardless of whatever graying whiskers I may in fact possess, I aver assuredly that in contradiction to all appearances and any other details not withstanding – my ass ain’t draggin’ yet. In consideration of my prognosis, would you hike up your skirt a little higher, honey?
Locked within the grey tower walls
The spirit's desperate cries that call
From years ago, centuries of shadows cast
In the shivering chills
Amongst the belfry's bats
A Knight wanders through the corridors
His head in arm
Lost in war
A Lady dressed in blinding white
Haunts the manor gardens
Beneath shades of night
A child wanders through the corridors
Rag torn dress, feet cut and torn
Once the scorn of passing crowd's
Alas, now the soul cast out into shrouds
The tower stands from time long past
The historic wounds, neither heal, nor pass
Beneath velvet skies of glistening slate
The ghosts who watch to seal your fate
Look behind, the sound of creaks
As the floor trembles
Shakes beneath your feet
A cold hand that free's the spirit's tomb
As something watches in your room
Be brave dear heart, fear not the dead
The child, the lady, the knight, no head
Fear not the past, it's secrets deep
For they keep watch o'er your safety
As you sleep.
Mi a di dog pon di corner, mi bark an’ mi moan
But di people pass mi by, mi feel all alone.
Dem use mi fi guard di place but fi mi work, dem never pay!
But mi suffer in silence while di care mi need nuh deh dey.
Dem nuh see mi pain; mi sick but mi get no help
Mi cry out fi some comfort but dem just yawn an’ yelp.
Dem say "Money too tight fi spend pon dog,"
But mi guard dem house from di morning till di fog.
Di vet nuh come when mi wish fi some relief,
Cause di people grumble bout di cost an seh dem naa tun tief.
Mi bones dem ache an’ mi fur get thin,
But mi still protect di yard, though mi feel di win’.
Di picknie dem passin' mi yard, dem throw stone an' tease
An’ mi hear di elders say, "Dogs nuh need no ease."
But when di night fall, an’ di darkness come 'round,
Mi a di one who stand firm, mi nuh back down.
Mi remember di days when mi was young an' spry,
When mi bark was a melody; now it is just a sigh.
Mi feel di neglect, di cruelty an' di scorn
But mi still do mi duty from di dusk till di morn.
Mi want di people fi know, mi have mi feelings too
Mi need mi care an' respect, just like dem do.
Mi loyalty nuh mean mi fi suffer an' bear
Mi deserve some kindness, some love an' some care.
So listen to mi bark, mi cry out fi justice pure an’ true,
Respect di loyal dog, an’ di love will come through.
Fi di years mi spent guarding, mi ask fi simple grace,
Treat mi wid some dignity an’ put a smile pon mi face!