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Contagion ceremoniously weaves its harvest into a fabric of un-social inclusion
Haunted by lack of humility and lost serenity it serenades through the masses
In God We Trust but who listened to Nietzsche who proclaimed that she is dead
Lest we believe that a deity or other exists and really knows what she's doing
Divinity does not adhere to the faith that we are immune to such a great reaper
Revelations come at a price and blood money changes gloves and sterile hands
Engulfed in statistics and mortality rates we watch breathlessly old news in pain
No human creature is more equal than others when pandemonium is pandemic
Opulence luxury and money do not protect us from the insidious bastard bug
Foreshadow a lesson in morality diffidence acceptance and washing our hands
Alamo meets the apocalypse in cryptic proportions of ignorance and surrender
Loo rolls pasta hand soap have vanished from shelves as have bread and wine
Endangered species need to make offerings with the latter and worship at home
Surreptitious veneration of non-believers stakes false claims at burgeoning altars
Superficially cleansed with an insane amount of fake oaths in hypocritical pride
End stage scenarios roam beliefs narratives and reason beyond any much doubt
Reinvent biblical prophesies as devotes of virgin birth bow to rigor mortis instead
Grotesque gargoyles utter a cynical message on shrines mausoleums and crosses
Ogres whirl a ballet of youthful joy while funeral processions have come to a halt
Deliriously they applaud the harvest and struggle to keep up with all those in line
30th March 2020
MY BELOVED REMOTE
I sat om my remote unit after a tiresome day at work
so tired was i that i let myself go and it broke into two
i am spying our receptionist TD remote with much envy
just lying there on the reception desk no one catering it
remotes very strange gadgets only superficially understood
small but very powerful just watch a man fiddle the gadget
you will realize its a symbol of power an status in social setup
i broke mine humbly i suffer the indignity of a manual system
i have to leave the warmth of my couch blanket and tap loved tv..
the few pitiful buttons are now supposed to substitute my "gadget"
its a gadget of technology whose worth few appreciate till broken
suffering humiliation of punching the four buttons on actual tv set
they have now gone digital migration and a tvs menus reads as thou
its the encyclopedia Britannic we need tutor-age to decipher manual
that's why i keep eyeing TD remote for you never know the day that
i will need a replacement seeing that market is flooded with imitations
the orient guys are flooding the market with cheap fake imitations
driving the lovely gadget to a low life expectancy it suffereth in silence
i love my gadgets and the remote guarding them jealously for loss is grief
to them lazy bones claiming fatigue now being tortured to leave warm 'duve'
Lewis k nyaga
19/01/2015
Form:
An end to ?, I believe
I see your beautiful face in every drop of my tears.
I see your lovely face in every place, throughout our years.
I see your exquisite face haunt the very fiber of my fears.
I see your face upon the walls of my time.
I see your face every day, knowing you'd never be mine.
I see your face, it hurts me so, yet I want what is sublime.
I see your beautiful face slowly want to fade.
I see your lovely face and believe, superficially made.
I see your exquisite face empty and staid.
My heart beats to the incessant pounding of tear drops,
upon this tired old face, expressing the pain of loss,
the loss of what I never really had in the first place,
it all comes to the surface and is read all over my face.
Why ?, was I so receptive, so willing to sacrifice
my heart, my soul, my spirit, put them in the vice-
grip- of love, let it squeeze out every drop of life,
chop them up into tiny pieces with the Butcher's knife.
B.J."A"
September 6th 2009
An end to ?, I believe
Tue, Sep 15, 2009
I have always felt that you, never could care.
I hoped, but you never ever pretended to care.
It is now so clear, you will never be there.
That's my life, that's you, that's fate, so unfair.
There are these great, and heavy chains that seem to bind my heart to the thoughts of you, they're dragging me down.
The ride I took was as good as it could be, but the links that bind my mind to the thoughts of you are not very sound.
I can now see - with eyes wide open, not blinded by my love for you - that with you I will not see , love found.
My heart, my soul, my every moment in that beautiful dream, my life, my thoughts, you fill all, you surround.
FLIRTATION
a pretext
for
the glamorous
renaissance
across
the core
of romantic love
swathed in
the symbolic
changing
&swaggering
in a suggestive
state
emblematic
of the
vanity
so so
essential
&
appropriate
to the occasion
beauty-obsessed
assessed
& filtered
adolescence
so
superficially
beautiful
looking fo
a glimpse
of the
reassurance
&
the spectacular
in profile
to be paraded
in an
appearance
so soft
gentle
&soothing
aspiring towards
desire
& promise
covered with
ornamental
displays
of perfection
a
focus on
& aimed at
the observer
at will
The many Faces .
I see your beautiful face in every drop of my tears.
I see your lovely face in every place, throughout our years.
I see your exquisite face haunt the very fiber of my fears.
I see your face upon the walls of my time.
I see your face every day, knowing you'd never be mine.
I see your face, it hurts me so, yet I want what is sublime.
I see your beautiful face slowly want to fade.
I see your lovely face and believe, superficially made.
I see your exquisite face empty and staid.
My heart beats to the incessant pounding of tear drops,
upon this tired old face, expressing the pain of loss,
the loss of what I never really had in the first place,
it all comes to the surface and is read all over my face.
Why ?, was I so receptive, so willing to sacrifice
my heart, my soul, my spirit, put them in the vice-
grip- of love, let it squeeze out every drop of life,
chop them up into tiny pieces with the Butcher's knife.
B.J."A"
September 6th 2009
The initial conversation we had revealed a stark contrast between our personalities, lifestyles, and perspectives on dating and love. You approached relationships with an optimistic view of men, often perceiving them as inherently valuable without fully considering the potential repercussions of their actions or the narratives they might construct around you. In contrast, I prefer to listen to a woman's experiences and base my judgments on how she has navigated her past relationships. I believe that effective communication can reveal much about a person's character and intentions. Consequently, I never envisioned our relationship progressing significantly; I recognized that our differing viewpoints created an insurmountable divide.
I never labeled you as a negative person; in fact, you may possess many admirable qualities. However, I consistently perceived our connection as flawed and ultimately unviable. You often judged me superficially, critiquing everything from my hairstyle to my physical appearance, yet you simultaneously expressed affection for me, which I found perplexing. I have come to view our interaction as a transient experience rather than a lasting bond—an episode in my life meant for learning and growth. I appreciate the insights gained from our communication and the opportunity to understand your perspective. Nevertheless, I must assert that I do not wish to pursue a relationship with someone who lacks accountability and exhibits narcissistic tendencies.
Just what is race?
What does it mean?
By book
A group of common ancestry
Superficially diverged
By only what is seen
Will differences
Not be mended
In future
Will there be a race for tomorrow
One race comprising all
A world that is blended
R ace for tomorrow
A nger dissipated
C olor erased
E volved thinking
F airness for all
O ne family of man
R ivalry negated
T errorism ended
O rder restored
M alice allayed
O utcry ceased
R eady to love
R ecipe for joy
O thers accepted
W orld peace
~his strength~
Paul is a recent lone survivor
of a plane crash.
A few of those perished,
his close friends. He's attended
a cavalcade of funerals in just a month.
Outwardly, he seems fine;
He handles the persistent pain
and burns throughout his body
better than expected.
He tries the best he can
to adjust to a new normal.
He puts on a brave face publicly
as he keeps up appearances
here and there. Superficially,
the face of strength and resilience.
~his fragility~
Yet in the loneliness of night
he's haunted by the last screams
of his perished passengers.
He wakes in the dead of night
screaming himself. He's wrestling
with gnawing demons; beset with
insomnia and a crippling anxiety
as survivor's guilt takes hold.
He hides behind his smiles
and sense of humor, but
in actuality, he's struggling
to cope with the aftermath
mentally, emotionally
and psychologically. He regrets
that he survived; a walking casualty.
Juxtaposition Poetry Contest (Winner: 2nd Place)
Sponsored by Silent One
Date written: 11/23/2020
Delve deeper
into one's soul,
inside
one's mind. Don't look
superficially.
Dig deep
to find
one's essence.
That's where
the heart and soul
glow like gold.
To know somebody...
delve beneath the surface.
There's
more than meets the eye
(Yalto)
"Yalto" is a form invented by yours truly
Lines 1-15: 3,4,2,4,5,3,2,3, 2,3,3,5,6,1,5 syllables
Date written: 04/05/2020
everything there is
everyone there is
alive
before my eyesight
some are captured in memory
some are gone superficially
alone
all alone on this ground
daylight to dark night
alone, lonely into me I fight
for nothing!
an illusion
opens the knot of learning
teaches to think -
some absurd,
some logic,
some to guard,
some to high kick
in the four wall of dome
doom comes with the spirit
to teach -
take; o weak learner
take slavery and ask mercy
dawn sun mourns on ignorant savagery
because of self-less stupid selfie
-September 03, 2019 Chattogram