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the face on show reveals an issue
I see you looking I see I pissed you
pick your choosing which insult to use
insight you're amusing I see through you
think you've found my insecurity
stand assuredly sure of me
but you're not in my shoes
I can horribly horror thee
tear torsos from talk shoo
you speak your body language alludes
letting loose clues I can flip and abuse
same time I elude your bullet bully
I fight I sully til your pants soil
cus I'm a King accepting toil
scope on your weakness locked in to spoil
crack your shell cook you a la Royal
I've been bullied singled out and embarrassed
the bar's set high
I've learnt I've no one but I
I've been made look stupid
isolated and cry
my red face my fear dread pointed at
nasty things said
tested dyslexic selected
autism bipolar personality disorder
never test positive but not normal
left handed right armed club foot
stood up straight when hit in the gut
I aint a stereotype cliche or a label buster
stapled my head up by a knuckle duster
pain what pain I love it I lust
been lonely with no friend they rushed
I was unknowing to friendship never mend
still I've got balls to drive you around bends
yeah devil level upheaval I'm lethal
the illegal drug and a piercing needle
I can see through your eyes ears and cheek dimples
you assume I'm vacant minded simple
hampered with anger ample angles I can't handle
but you're like all the other people
leap frog forth and fall in to my hole of evil
my psyche unlocks the locked inside
oh I see inside I sight you sly
you picked on a puppet now to gut you of pride
you wanna go blow high and low
with a child of psychology psycho
possibly to test positive probably
you a side act cut from the show
my head weird inside it be it be beyond thee
I learnt young applied acquired skills easy
but think I'm denied a focus capability
can take me down and see the end of me
and with that they laugh and you mentally bleed
you mistook my fools field you can't fall what killed
mind games mate I've majestic ill
you don't even know what happened
I come back again til it end, friend.
WHIMSICALITY
nonsense
verse
& limerick
in
extraordinary
visual
sketchesin
a
diary
of
requited
jottings
down
&
visiting
images
the
pictorial
aide-memoire
of
observations
&
evocative
sequenced
slices
of time
changing
drifting down
notations
revealing
singled out
spectacular
images
of
the silly the
surreptitious
private
joke
in
cartoon-like
scribblings
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Copyright © Brian Strand
Tears of such just this a random thought
Sadness or joys for the fleshy beating heart
Unseemly unseeking I'm not looking straight forward
Lamented chess piece ivory casted glass on the board now
In seeking my forwarded righteous mind now
Singled Godly unruly unholy
Where to buy to go around now to ask and wait process
Sets the scales of written text I'm blessed or cursed onslaught
To the point of giving transfer voluntary unexpected transfer yields
Yet the premise my emotional heart hardens I sieze take abruptly suddenly
Intense is mine hearts mind feelings of deepest affection intense joy
Turn yet the premise my feelings unguarded intent ardor passion sexual only desire
Surrender submission I to are equal higher power giving up easing all resistance
Too the point of taking deep darkening control commanding prevails
Embrace affectively close hold are minds arms in acceptance I support you
To the point of taking the unagreeable positions such side variant
In truths I am stated candor honesty genuineness validity
To the point of untruths entertain assertions decitful demoralized
Just so to avoid an punishment
Come us so together as a family a unit humbled by are Father's heart
Abuse, abated non comforting evasive indifferent
differences sense of separation tears of such
Just this random thought ROTATED consciousness POLARITY
My givings I shall bless you versus my grabbing you don't need gimme that
My love in deems so true agape sure versus lusting sexually only
My surrender submission for holiness do diligence
Cast me not domination over others
My embracing those the hearts ceasing war gathered and ending strife
My truths in me instilled in my soul by my Father God
My lies from someone's father the devil
I speak life gathering of all God's people all His Children
I rebuke all unwarranted senses of separations
In Jesus name
The only part of ROTATED Consciousness POLARITY I want
Is the JUST QUALITY OF JESUS HEART
11/8/22
FOR Rotate Consciousness POLARITY Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
There was a private reception at the professor's house
Half a century ago for his senior-level creative writing poetry class
It was attended by the visiting poet, on campus at his invitation
The doctor's prescription for the nourishment of his fledglings
Some students were eager to share a few lines with the guest of honor
But there was a quiet one hanging about the periphery, alone in thought
Not one who who sought an audience with the Master, with the Elder
As the evening wore on some nibbled, some scribbled
Some continued to pursue the Poet
But the quiet one kept largely to himself, lost in thought
Or maybe… just lost
And as the soiree drew to a close the Poet approached him
He said, "Is something troubling you?"
"Oh… not really," he responded, unconvincingly
"Well…" the Poet said, "You've got a lot to do in this life,
But you're gonna do it good."
The quiet one thanked him, smiled,
And thought about grammatic structure, poetic lisence, and why he'd been singled out
And he thought about all those things that were really troubling him
Courage, encourage, discourage
Word he'd… worried
our parent is against our love
in our eyes
we are soul partners together
in our hearts
we both feel same heart
beat of love
in our soul
we stick together
for eternity
yet the world
don't see us so
in their eyes
we are not supposed
to stick together
in their minds
we are stranger
and you betrayed
your race
in their desire
you don't deserve me
cos they believe am
below your standard
yet we are not
apart
despite the abuse
despite the isolation
despite your parent
reject our relationship
despite is hard for
us to be together
despite am always
singled out
get bullied and mocked
at
despite the grief we bear
yet we keep moving
together
what a love
is hard but we still
remain strong
despite our races are
both at wars
but our love
proves
that love don't
see not race but
the soul
so we are Allen
in the eyes of
the world
that sadly don't
exclude our parents
what a love
but who cares
despite is sad even
our parents is against our love
What does one do, when they feel forgotten?
What good are tears unseen or sobs unheard
and when the tree of liberty seems to be rotten
because they’ve been dismissed and rejected at a word?
What does one do, when they’re silenced
for viewing the world through their own eyes?
What does one do when they’re trapped and tied down
when they’re kicked and there’s no help around?
What does one do, when frightened?
When chains are thrown o’er them and tightened?
When prayers are raised but seem unheard
when one feels abandoned and alone in the world?
What does one do, when self-evident truths
get wiped away in anonymous booths,
and the winners, gloat and show no mercy
because the people have spoken
and whatever one does, will bring controversy
so tell me…what does one do?
What does one do, when threatened?
When dismayed or betrayed and their back to the blade
and the liberty bell is cracked, and rings no more
at least not for them, and not on these shores,
because for some it’s better to be right,
then to worry for others, or to fight in their fight.
So I ask, what does one do when singled out
for their religion, or color or body or mind
when the rest of the world seems so suddenly blind?
What does one do when their neighbors turn
an apathetic eye to the border wall
symbolically standing as a reminder to all
that unalienable only applies to un-aliens?
That life, liberty and pursuit of happiness
are not rights at all, but prizes to earn.
You should have chosen more thoughtfully where to be born
if you wanted rights beyond struggle and scorn.
What does one do, when freedom’s flame dims out;
when lady liberty gets smothered in a pompous mist?
What does one do to pretend it’s ok
when the rhetoric prevailing on any given day
is a torrent of doubt about their hard-earned place
and could orphan their children, and threatens to chase
them all “back whence they came.”
Tell me, from your anonymous place,
what would you do?
Would you peacefully sit and hope for the best,
and put your trust in your fellow man?
Would you “come together as one”
with those who voted that you don’t matter?
Would you wave freedom’s banner aloft in the breeze,
as your freedom was being seized?
No seriously, what would you do?
11/11/16
Despite being atheist,
with serpent teen eyes,
I would nonetheless bet
Eve fen number guys
named Adam, or gals noel lies
(christened) dollars to donuts
(Dunkin and/or otherwise)
Jesus would be mighty pleased
to know, his surname
linkedin with commercial ties,
no matter, he might not garner rise
zen percentage of profits, no matter spies
infiltrate competition especially if he
unwittingly gets trampled and cries
amidst chaos (think euthanize)
untimely death by madding wise
flash mob crowd source realize
last seconds rushing to snap up
latest jamb door prize
as venders resort to all
manner of (subliminally
manipulative) marketing techniques
to lure patrons, (especially
photo opportunities with
one of the many
"FAKE" donned Santa
Claus), the latter,
who would lionize
their son(s) and/or apprise
daughter(s), subsequently
guaranteeing, nailing crosswise,
and clinching safeguards exercise
immunization against the Grinch
sure fire way to manure er... fertilize
guarantee future generations rise
zing will become avid consumers,
who reverently, obsequiously,
and devoutly idolize
supporting the apostles who revolutionize
creative commercialization to capitalize
nearly every Cyber Monday
occasion to finalize
(all sales) pennies on the dollar,
where merchants feign
going for broke, and capitalize
eulogize, and idealize
the mighty buck staging "FAKE"
news worthy shoppers to burst into tears
crying on command,
and all manner of pathos
pulling ploys nsync king
"shameful guilt" that squares
singled out forevery one to ostracize,
hash-tagged, and demonize
yours truly as Scrooge.
The physicality of you
watching me rattle my keys
in your dream watching you,
in a fever, the feels bubble up
inside the mourning zombie
summons an evening ghost
which keys to be
singled out
to open
which cavity
slid into that
which is locked
magically
dissolving all
that for a time
walls stop
and the miraculous
touching confronting occurs
the meeting
of mind and body
honey in the ethereal
qwerty world
Candide Diderot. ‘24
“Romance, who loves to nod and sing,
With drowsy head and folded wing,
Among the green leaves as they shake
Far down within some shadowy lake,
To me a painted paroquet
Hath been—a most familiar bird—
Taught me my alphabet to say—
To lisp my very earliest word
While in the wild wood I did lie…
A child—with a most knowing eye.
Of late, eternal Condor years
So shake the very Heaven on high
With tumult as they thunder by,
I have no time for idle cares
Through gazing on the unquiet sky.
And when an hour with calmer wings
Its down upon my spirit flings—
That little time with lyre and rhyme
To while away—forbidden things!
My heart would feel to be a crime
Unless it trembled with the strings.”
Honey.
the upshot constituted a figurative straw
that broke the virtual camels back
where yours truly fingered as scape goat,
who meekly, passively, and subserviently
felt the stinging crack
of wooden, smooth,
and oblong paddle and stands pat,
asper innocence, though now
(myself more than two score years
orbitz around sun) remains more defiant
for purportedly causing Roberta -
not her real name flack
and clears that blot (now a composite
of petrified spitballs) as a hack
writer of poetry, feels jilted like Jack
donning many major protagonistic ruffian knack
nursery rhyme roles, which fables never didst lack
for upstart precocious, kickstarters impish grin,
as if he just wolfed down a swiped Bic Mac
and goose that laid more than one golden egg
McMuffin running from the Giant,
with spindle shank for each leg,
and sliding down the beanstalk, which didst peg
world wide web Marathon record
suddenly the envy of Queequeg,
which way word ness
far off course from the theme of this work,
hence hold tight
to hazmat bag of poop pin jay dreck,
while poetic license allows me to twerk
intended story aye (captain...
oh captain) moost not shirk,
lemme reel yar attention
back to the classroom of missus Labosh,
hood didst whistle and perk
unbeknownst to me, my scrawny derriere
unaware what quaint, hence danger didst lurk
for letting passivity
find me singled out as the bona fide jerk
wishing Moby Dick could swallow
hook, line and sinker
with a slight even Steven crane
of his neck, every mother plucking bird brain classmate
deemed Scott free, and Chutzpah didst gain
while this smart ass wannabe took a crash course,
sans weltanschauung "Artful Dodging
Spitball Shooting Maven" in the main
quite heavy on Physics and Trigonometry as became plane.
Sacked from the Hilton after war with will warn felt lonely because all that had known me had shown me in my hour of need I only had my only no one took me seriously when stress became quite clear to see little bits of my stories listened to no depths though when I tried to say that they say it wasn’t true shrugged off that didn’t happen to you, I was confused and spoke events out of order, the boss and her boss abusing the porter, when I told my mum she went berserk sort your work problems out at work, and tell who? my boss and her boss and no HR, licensed freedom to go to far and they target me regardlessly now Johann and Cindy won’t speak up for me and that fat Helen is a total b.... mum and dad convinced I always wanted attention so when I told dad he believed I exaggerate the situation everyone I turned to in desperation showed me I’m worthless had worn their patience see my story isn’t simple, truth is I had no people, attention seek? never, I’m natural I act unconformed it’s not normal so you look at me it’s horrible, branded stupid selfish need to be punished, being the one is awful, singled out and shown a fool, centre of attention as the moron, what would I seek that for?
I have told this story before using metaphor, now straight truth no bull....
this poem is the start there's more straight up truth no metaphor,