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What a sick monster of a man creeping
around with no morals ramming sick agendas
Inside twisted ideas down peoples throats
All the time smiling in his deeply disturbed soul
paying his thirty pieces for the ferry man
Your entry unto the devilish domain
He disguises himself falsely as caring about people
when the suffering lie on trolleys unattended
As the homeless keep rising
Selling off state owned assets without consent
from the nation he should be prosecuted
under high treason of the state
Face the life sentence appropriate to such crime
Under the eighth ammendment our nations law
was passed and still stands tall
We are the land of saints and scholars
A generation of God's seed
We will not be involved in such a disgusting pact
One with blood as it's signature
which has been addressed by this countries kin
in the constitution clearly written as an unlawful act
He should be imprisoned to have such a biast mind
closed to the reality of home truth against the living in God's holy book
his only written words arc of his seed and covenant
Remembering the days
when I was loved by friends
while memories are vividly seen,
as if they are woven into reality...
Living in the past,like a dreamer,
won't change a thing;
In spite of distance,
I still find delight
in their joyous faces;
deep wrinkle and gray hair
are the enemies I can't fight!
I'm getting older by the day,
as an awareness
and earnest warning
not to dispose of this age,
but to learn daily from it!
Trustworthy and reliable friends,
I would like to possess
your strenght to cope
with an unspeakable tragedy,
a loss or a doleful defeat;
are you like me: twisted by dissent,
judged and treated unfairly
or completely misunderstood?
One can't be too demure or innocent
to let those facts control your destiny;
if confidence and self-descipline
aren't instilled within the adolescent years,
hurt,rejection and impelling sorrow:
lift up hurdles you can't bring down
with the speed and force of an arrow!
Remembering the days
we conquered life's joys
with the zest of warriors;
remembering the days
when the enthusiasm
made us high-spirited
and indulge in pleausures
that cannot be described...
to go beyond the unforbidden limits,
to know what laid ahead of us...
raptured by an ingenous realism!
Admired and missed friends,
it should be joyful to remember you all,
good friends always offer solace...
when words seem not to flow
and thoughts are locked up in deep silence;
here,with lively and subliminal visions,
I cross the void between
absence and distance...
to be a part of you again!
This world prefers to live under the shadows
in order to hide its truly evil daily works.
confronting these misplaced loyalties begs answers
Communications literally has taken position centrefold promoting hate
many Holy shrines have been desecrated
objective extremists call for the removal of crosses
There should be a voice of concern now condemning such force
is this the generation spoken of where education alters our children's minds
through perverted literature trying to destroy innocence
The final attack on truth has become an obstacle filled with facts
political correctness has long damned itself lying constantly
and we stand curled up in silence unable to speak
Wide awake can see with clarity inside the powers of this planet
in those that has gone to war against the light of God entering teachers
for to protect our little ones giving good example firstly
from this ugly twisted democracy and saving them before they fall victim
Is it time again to lock your doors and mark them with with the blood of the Lamb
He sinks further into bitterness
with each sip of oblivion.......
slurping....gulping grudges and blame
with every malicious mouthful.
He remains suspended in cynicism;
hurtling missiles of misery mixed
with murky twisted memories in an
attempt to justify his tangled truth.
Untruths in reality, but his realism
is unreal.....swishing, diluted by
the destruction of hate; imbibed with
one more beer or glass of Merlot.
How sad this man frozen in animosity.
What a waste of precious time.
Life languishing in antipathy.
Pathetic intemperance.......
Put that bottle down sir -
drink this instead, savour it,
smell the bouquet, Beaujolais...
swallow the future, and spit out the past.
At horizon’s crest a faint light arcs
its thin line widens from across the sea
she flutters maiden wings from her nest
on a rocky crag near a twisted tree.
Warm light dances with shadows at dawn
amidst white quartz lines and sandstone cliffs
a young gull flies with confident wings
his sinews are strong as he glides through the rifts.
Sea salt air mingles with pungent scents
as pounding tides pulsate along the shore
his guttural cries echo all around
she hears his sibilant sounds and wants more.
Drawing her wings, she ups and takes flight
lifting her head, croons a soft, soothing song
swiftly he swoops to her side to dance
flying in tandem, they greet the new dawn.
Written 8/28/2020
6/8/16
Not everything you'll get
Back on my bull
I ain't the one to fold quick
Had days of nothing but ice cold grits
Regardless just trying to live life to the fullest
No time to spend at any pulpit
And I will never stick to the same old script
Listen
Don't get it twisted
I'm not a buddhist, muslim or a christian
I believe in wisdom
And facts not fiction
Now what is the meaning in all these hieroglyphics
I'm interested in the specifics
But nothing religious
Near the Atlantic, Arctic, Indian, and Pacific
From the start to finish
With my vision
Many things were overlooked and hidden
Even when I stuck to the mission
Underneath skies that were blue, grey and crimson
The sediment falls and settles
Above and below flower petals
And buildings made of metals
On similar and different levels
Give or take
I think we could relate
I make mistakes
By: Dalton Ogletree
We hate each other's point of view.
We beg to differ to avoid a blew.
We reach across the deep chasm divide,
To sit for a time on the other side.
Yet we are friends, despite all this,
Content to pretend that ignorance is bliss.
As we set our differences aside,
Hold space to hear and let our feud slide.
We enjoy this game we jointly play,
Where trust and doubt have their way.
We frenemies are both foe and friend
With an ironic paradox that will never end.
So, let's drink to ties that bind
Us together, twisted, and intertwined.
As friend and enemy threads over-sewn
To interlock our relationship set in stone.
For fifteen years the peak has sat fallow,
abandoned to time as trees and bushes grow,
driving by always evokes a sigh in me,
long ago this hill was where I learned to ski.
But the industry is not what it once was,
snowmaking and insurance drove up the cost,
this place where families once spent the day,
now sits shuttered, slowly rotting away.
The old lodge has lost half its windows,
its siding faded by the sun's harsh glow,
there’s a giant hole up on top of the roof,
and graffiti sprayed by some drunken youth.
Lifts still stand, but all the chairs are down,
stacked in rows, rusting on the ground,
the cables now vanished into the trees,
paint is peeling, the lift shacks all moldy.
Laying nearby, twisted and half-stacked,
as if subjected to medieval torture racks,
sit piles of broken, old snowmaking pipe,
now simply scrap, glinting in noon-day light.
Saddest of all is the half-visible ski trails,
now covered in saplings, young, health, and hale,
where once me and my sibling fiercely raced,
where more than once I fell flat on my face…
The white swath of beauty clad in snow,
that once adorned this peak’s long slopes,
now grows in like pasture gone to seed,
it's become a place where mosquitoes breed.
It may seem bizarre, to some out there,
mourning for the cold and frozen air,
but this place once meant so much to us,
now given over to saplings and rust…
…sigh…
An Abstract World..
Of which..
Surrounds..
Vivid colors so bright
The eyes cannot ignore the vision..
Eyes feasting on a masterpeice
Beyond beautiful and breathtaking..
Reflections of pure magnificence..
Twisted and mysterious representations of existence..
Falling into the abstract world..
Where lies the unknown..
Submerged in awe..
A wonderland of bliss..
A magical awakening..
A maze
Twists and turns
Floating happily..
Flying in abstract..
A mystical journey awaits..
Thrillseekers drenched in excitement..
Santurated in the hidden and unhidden..
Embellish in an Abstract World..
Where lies mysticism ..
In an inner world beyond beautiful..
Beyond breathtaking..
Fish scale sequin
Burn unit skin
Glittering in the blister
DNA altered by radiations kiss
Chromosomes twisted like transistors
Sunlight falls around the sister
She hums her prayer in the morning dew
In gardens beyond the walls
Where patients cannot crawl
To puff on cigarettes
She walks the realm of the undead
The absent minded
The ones out of body
Floating between the wards
Geriatrics and psychiatry
Pop the pills and pray for peace
Luminal states glowing in the crease
She thinks that is where God might be
She waits with the diva in sequins
Burnt to the shins
Removed of all sins
The priest left hours past
She looks into the poor girls eyes
Waits for any sign
Lightning in the sky
Iris at night
Sleep too bright
But shepherds are rarely seen
In this quiet realm
Where the only sound
Is the beat of the machines
As they pump out the last signal
Total eclipse of the heart
Gone too soon
Never to part
Words recorded on rings
In ceremony
In spring
The world turns on a string
Cosmic and stretched thin
Will they remember
The summer of loves surrender
When the girl who came from the street
Died in the heat
Journalist captures the kiss
Riot in the street
Rue Misericorde
Mercy Street
Emergency needs
Nun closes the eye
Coins for the ferryman
Cross over the river
Cross to the sea
She gives the body to time
She leaves the bedside
The sequins fall to the floor
The diva has been here before
Forty hours in the sun
Eyes burned from the light
She saw it flicker
Saw it fade
Not ready to end the phase
The shift
The drift
The moment at the door
Three times knocking
She tries to see
Who answers the door
Who waits
Who wakes
Who stays
Who suffers the silence of remaining
She waits her turn
Spinning the wheels of fate
Dancing along the periphery
Of destiny
Is she the guide
Or the obstruction
Clear the channel
Empty the cell
This is the moment no one will tell
But she remains
To gather up the dust
When the moment is rust