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What kids are watching on telly
are crimes and crimes in all variety!
Crimes of hate
crimes of passion
acting it out at shocking rate
thinking in some wild fashion
then ending up cell mates!
When kids watch their movie heroes
shoot down people with the gun
they are incited to do the same
to achieve some thrill and fun.
When they see their very film star
slash someone's throat in a fit of anger
they think well of crimes of rage
and plunge everybody else into danger.
The tendency to portray the violent scene
luridly and shockingly on the Big Screen
Ah even for the small screen, tis the gory
that makes for the dark and thrilling story.
Now that technology's long opened this pandora's box
the dispersal of amplified social ills ain't no hoax
The rowdy hoodlums and reckless gangsters
are simply by-products of Tv influences
The world watches the thriving of the bully-boy pranksters
passively in helpless terror of their offences.
It's all portrayal of the vulgar, the obscene
by that devious Silver Screen
And the horror movie
though it may seem groovy
begets the horrendous
and drills evil thoughts subliminally
into the subconscious!
It's an unrestrained dark faking
of real life reality exaggerating
Whether it's Bollywood in the East
or it's Hollywood in the West
they don't merely impart tactics of defence
but rather those of aggressive offence
Viewing those gruesome swashbuckling films
gives rise to morbid sadistic whims
Flipping through the TV channels
just ponder if the telly's the perfect channel
of information is it a proper panel?
Dad always tells me, 'fear ye the roaches' flicking antennae?
While you oughtta fear the influence
of 'em' flickering images by dish antennae'.
Then a mere single merit that I dug
as I drank cappucino in my mug
that atleast one couldn't live in a bubble
daily watching the bubblebug.
Ah but then tougher gun laws couldn't halt
even underage shooting sprees
Rather it's stringent scanning of Tv content
that might make it all cease
Parental supervision too tis gravely essential
Should've been of parental code quintessential
So the next time you catch your teen
absorbed and engrossed while glued to the screen
Just sleuth a bit just to make sure
that for the x-rated he's not too keen!
It was quite a surprise to us
when monsters came out of the night,
the beasts and bad guys of legends
who for so long gave us a fright.
We thought they lived on movie screens,
pulpy books, and local folklore,
until they came to prey on us,
and we all learned that they were much more.
The panic, at first, was intense,
folks were dying, it seemed surreal,
vampires, zombies, werewolves, ghosts,
and other such beasties were real.
They were as bad as legend said,
but we soon figured out one truth,
the ways to kill them in legend
really worked—we knew what to do.
The werewolves were the easiest,
you just bought some silver-tip rounds,
given all this country’s hunters
it took two years to gun them down.
As for ghosts, if you do not know,
ectoplasm is diffuse matter,
floating in air, it is easy prey
for the common vacuum cleaner.
Then dump it into a furnace,
and watch the ghostie burn away,
old houses everywhere were safe,
no more hauntings came into play.
Vampires could blend in the best,
of the monsters they killed the most,
UV flashlights or smeared garlic
was all it took to make them toast.
The zombies, good lord, they were slow,
and not all that hard to destroy,
army snipers would take head shots,
and attack choppers were deployed.
They’d shoot down with their miniguns,
guaranteed they’d catch zombie head,
since the undead liked to cluster,
an easy target for sprayed lead.
We even had a kaiju-type
dragged its lumbering form onshore,
just as big as a skyscraper,
a three-hundred foot carnivore.
We fired antiship missiles,
half-dozen of them did the trick,
set up some coastal air patrols
to take care of the beasts right quick.
In retrospect, it all makes sense,
after all, we are humankind,
we’ve been waring since we could walk,
countless weapons came from our mind.
We’ve killed sabertooths and smallpox,
run down real threats without pity,
killed tens of thousands in battle,
even nuked two of our cities.
What’s a werewolf compared to that?
What threat’s a vampire these days?
Those beasts should be afraid of us,
since we always find ways to slay.
Maybe we need better monsters,
a challenge for our evolved state,
something that can inspire fear,
the kind we can appreciate—
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
This Is Called 'Stay Strong Baby' It Is A Song, And It Is Soul/ Jazz/ Whatever You Wanna
Call It. Its Deep, And Soft, And Smooth, Sung Low In A Way That Brings Shivers Down Your
Sprin, Tingels In Places You Havent Felt In A Long Time, A Beat In Your Heart Just A Little Off
Tempo, And Goosebumps All Down Your Arms. This Was Written By Me, For Sajdah And I.
And Anyone Else Who Gets This And Can Feel The New Orleans Blues Crawling Over Their
Skin. Please Enjoy.
Baby come and share your tears
me and you are both crying here
lost our men
lost our souls
dont know where else to go
we're finding now
that we're broken down
dont know where to be
without our babys
oh oh oh whoa
whoa whoa whoa
So Dry Your Tears
Cause you and i are both here
Stuck in this land of love
with out our men to hug
And baby please
just stay strong for me
cause ive lost my mister
and i can barely see
its the water we're staying above
on the hopes of returned love
mmmh, mmmmh,
mmm mmmh mh mmmh
babys off on a fight
our men took their guns tonight
going to shoot down somebody
gonna find their no longer free
but baby dont they see
that we dont care bout no body
cause they made a crime
stealing out hearts
one at a time
oh oh oh whoa
whoa whoa whoa
So Dry Your Tears
Cause you and me are both here
Stuck in this land of love
with out our men to hug
And baby please
just stay strong for me
cause youve lost your mister
and you can barely see
its the water we're staying above
on the hopes of returned love
mmmh, mmmmh,
mmmmmmmh mmmh
mmmmh mmh mmh
and now dont they see
how much we're missing them baby
cause without their touch
we're just not enough
and with out their skin
baby we feel like nothing
without their kiss
its only them that we miss
mhmm mmhmmm mhmmm
but
we
must
stay
strong
strong
strong
oh
we
must
stay
strong
strong
strong
oh baby
oh baby
hear me
calling to thee
a jailbirl song
baby we knew all along
but we need
oh its you i need
I needed you all along
Cause its our men that we're missin
our men we aint kissin
our men we cant sleep without
oh baby just come back
just come back now
just come back now
just come back now [hold last note]
[[end]]
Form:
A long time passes and I am still here
Silently insulting, brutally weeping
But then I lift my head from the ground
To see him standing there
Towering over me in all endeavor of quietude
Was he there the entire time?
I feel his eyes but see only his stare
I am dreaming again
Has he returned to guide me?
To frighten me back into reality?
Who are you, entity of fear?
I know death draws me near—
But why, oh mystery, do you linger here?
He never answers me, though still I try
Why are you here?
Must you hate me too?
He pulls me up staring me down
His thin, sophisticated form makes me feel hollow
Empty features burning my vision
As he bends facing me
I never want to see your face again
See, that’s why I hide. . .
Why, I ask, my voice croaking
Tell me why. . .
He takes my hand as I cringe
Walking me to the edge, his head tilted my way
I shake like a dried leaf on the brink of autumn
A small, pathetic part of me wants to thank him
To believe all of this. . .is right
How though, can I trust his blank sincerity?
I am the only. . .the lonely
But there he is beside me
His long fingers intermingling in mine
The sense of fear and confusion
Sticking to me like grime
I am the Slender Man—I am—your friend
And for once I let him embrace me
I cannot bear to flee
He tenses and tightens his grip
Dreading I may slip away in panic
Please stay. . .please stay
Soon it will all just go away. . .
He is warm against me—alive
Breathing slowly, I feel the beating of his heart
Bashing my nerves—blurring my mind
Tingles shoot down my spine
As I stand there, so close to him
We watch a sagging sunset
As tears flow down my infected eyes
I have learned to fly. . .to embrace the lies
Squeezing my hand he holds me close
As the black sun wearily lifts its head one last time
Only to sink from its post
I never want to see your face again
See, that’s why I lie
Slender Man cradles me in his tendrils
Surrounding me like I am its sickly nourishment
Whispering comforting falsehood
I gaze beyond the wasteland
Beyond myself. . .
But there I find nothing
Hand in hand we walk over the edge
Heading yonder into the sheer, sweet
Nothingness
The demons watch us disappear
Grinning from ear to ear
I cannot see them now. . .
But I can smell their fear
-January 26, 2013-
What is really happening and what is the actual honest truth in our ever-evolving world today?
The media broadcast only information of doom and gloom with clouds of gray.
Telecasting the news which simply means never ever winners over a smart device called a television which means telling lies to your vision.
Wake up and meditate on creating your own world and do the research in order to make your own intelligent decision.
The nature of their game is no less than total control and domination over the masses.
To see what is really going on one must elevate by using your mother and fathers' glasses.
AI is not all about artificial intelligent but rather a deeper meaning of deception.
It really means antiquated information which dims the senses, dulls emotions and strips away any glint of compassion.
We live in a universe of many realms and dimensions with vast uncharted sectors yet to discover.
As multidimensional beings we should contemplate on higher visions, prosperous times with future friends or a newfound lover.
Let not your mind be clouded by disinformation that hinders your judgement.
Do not rely on the media for the truth, for their antiquated information will drag you down into the basement.
I was blessed to witness and testify to seeing a suit of armor no less than what one might see in the movie called Predator.
Selling for over two million dollars with hands free look down shoot down system like the Apache helicopter, night and heat vision with bullet proof armor.
This invention was unveiled at a convention center over forty years ago privy to only military personal.
What you see on telling lies to your vision is simply old news that deceives the masses so question everything and you will do well.
a poem/prose from my new pen name book
Ultima Thule by Jimmy Boom Semtex
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ISBN: 978-1-326-14210-0
God Isn't Great
It says on the van windscreen GOD IS GOOD. Maybe the drivers believe this. Do you? Not sure I do after watching that video. The new one of the airliner shoot down. Immediately after it hit the ground. You'd be forgiven for thinking it was a movie. See the pretty girls in figure hugging dresses running along. The old skool cool Lada cars parked up. Rural country life ripped end to end forever. See the black smoke, orange flames, grass on fire, hay burning, bits of broken plane scattered. And the passengers and crew? Dead amongst the flames and hell. But this video isn't as bad as the previous one. You don't see smoking 'things' fall out of the clouds. We were told they were people. Falling slower than the blasted jet. I'd advise having a drink before viewing this new film. As I will do when I see it again, to write this. It left me feeling what? Feelings I don't like. I struggle putting my thoughts into words. Think of the slogan GOD IS GREAT. Do the dead passengers think so? Now they're in His presence. And what of the Russian backed terrorists who shot down and murdered them? Why don't they admit their guilt instead of lying? Is it true that the Buk missile crew is half Russian? I wonder why the resident of Hrabove waited four months to upload their video? It's set on portrait function, giving you an intimate view of hell. Chinese rice wine takes my edge of their vid. How many there now drink because they were intimate spectators of hell? Their town became Hellabove. Would have been if the wreckage landed upon them.
and i know
that when nighttime comes
there will be
another day
but i am afraid
that when daylight comes
there won’t be
another you.
i shoot down the birds that try to fly
high in my mind’s eye
riding on air waves
perpetually gliding
until the day my
cold
steel
bullet pierces through their hearts
and leaves them bleed on the ground.
left to myself
i would write words
upon my arm
but this
is
no
vacuum
so i hide under dead grandma’s
blanket
and pray to the gods
i hate
and refuse to believe in
that this picture
of a red line
vanishes like steam
in the night air.
and it’s you
who like stained glass
lets light through
skewed, yet beautiful
streams of sum
dust motes dyes and dancing.
i see nothing but blackness
as i drown i this pool
of uncried tears
that seem to choke me
even as i lie
wide awake
entangled in covers
i can only imagine doing the same.
but i go on
like the tide refuses to keep receding
like bears refuse to hide
in their caves forever
like you refuse to give in
no matter how hard they try to make you
i go on.
but i am afraid
that in the morning
when i wake up
you will not be there
or, like a shell
your body will remain
but your feelings for me will
finally finish their crawling out
leaving me an empty beach
with only footprints
to mark your passing.
and i know
that when nighttime comes
there will be
another day
but i am afraid
that when daylight comes
there won’t be
another you.
Stand strong don’t cry
Or sink down on all fours
You are exactly who you need to be
You poor lovely canary
Beautiful inside out
Summer in its purest most beautiful form
Flap and sing
You were meant to be seen and not touched
Loved from a distance
Fragile but never hurt
That is your true nature
As far away as I am canary, no tree will block my view
It brings me warmth to see your yellow feathers
Every morning waking up to sunlight descending down on me
Using my window as a portal
Sing I always want you to sing
I will be there planted every day in the grass
Waiting for you to return to my fingers
Wandering alone in the dark but not afraid
Of the dark
Try you best to scale the earth one foot after the next
Avoid predators but do not
Be afraid to face them
Because although small you are powerful
Your heart makes you big and heavy
No one can hold you back with wings like those
Canary
You are beautiful and strong being
Shining in your own light
They say your bones are fragile
Tell them its why you are a beautiful
They say you are easy to shoot down
Tell them you are brave and fast
They say you are too yellow
Tell them you are unique
don’t let anyone tell you anything different than what you are
Don’t let them decide how you feel about yourself
Canary
Remember you have tacked
Cages, hunters, predators, and still come this far
There is no better you that you can be
So always sing and don’t ever forget who you are
Canary
Form:
The face who has no place for worry,
And fear had he ignored.
Such a soldier deserves nothing,
But a Gallantry Award.
This award is for them who,
For their country, let their lives flow.
And look at death face-to-face,
And conquered it with a single blow.
This is the story of a soldier D.P. Singh,
Devendra Singh by name;
He put his life to stake for his country,
And brought with him lots of fame!
He worked in the 55th Batallion,
Rashtriya Rifles, Armoured Corps,
And the mission is what I talk about
Through this poem's course.
The date was 29 January
And the situation was dire;
A few terrorists, in a building,
With guns and heavy fire.
Devendra stood as still as he could
Hiding from the shower that surrounds,
He crawled under the bullets, and stayed
Aiming at the target house.
Flung from there one terrorist
Dropping bombs all around the space,
Singh took him out with a single shot,
Before quickly changing his place.
The latter tried to flee,
And he aimed at the running few.
He managed to shoot down a second one,
And was applauded by the crew.
This was the story of the steel-nerved man,
Who opposed some bombs and heavy fire;
Who did the impossible, single-handedly,
And made a situation merry, from what earlier was dire.
He was the one worthy enough,
And with everyone's accord;
That he, too now deserved nothing
But that Gallantry Award.
How about you give me a gun in a world where nobody sees?
Let’s see if the envy spreads to the eyes of the blind.
Could I kill time?
What if the gun gets jammed and I shoot down the line of the innocent.
Common sense never was common in the first place.
A date,
with death would be a repeated occurrence.
Trying to rinse off their blood from my hands would be impossible to perfect.
Imperfections are perfected when perfect actions are made scarce,
I feel a heartfelt connection when my soul is reprimanded through tones of passion like waves crashing on the shore.
To be invisible and divisible by three would bring glee to my heart..
To be present without being present at all..
Pure art.
Purity in the face of chaos,
A simple omen to a coma with love.
Some would say I was cold,
The truth never could save us anyway,
I’ve found my way through the darkness with nothing but a pen to soothe the paper,
But I’m still angry,
For rage still fuels my feelings when I do not ponder anger,
But rather,
I’m left to be in my abyss when I’m abysmal.
I’m left to see the optimism even through my pessimistic eyes.
For my landscapes have changed and the looking glass is clearer than ever,
But I can still see the cloudy skies and fingerprints on the mirror with the same eyes they deemed as perfect.
I cannot merely peer upon perfection,
For that’s not me.
eternally,
D.J.F ?