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Look at you now
All bloated and stinking
Feeding the maggots and flies
What were you thinking?
Did you think it would last?
Your rein of malicious intent
All the days of physical abuse
And nights of hellish torment
Your belittling ways, gave you such a thrill
How you chipped away at my sanity
Breaking not only my bones
But my dignity and will
You tried to control my thoughts
Your power over me you had to prove
By binding my heart and soul
So tight I could barely move
I had become just a toy
To amuse your twisted mind
To my misery and unhappiness
You were unaware and completely blind
But your cruel games are now over
Your time of tyranny is through
It was my life I had to defend
And that’s why I had to kill you
I wish they had not found you
Revenge or satisfaction I never really got
I wanted to feel your soul suffer
And watch your body rot!
beyond these shores
people live in destruction
they scramble from day to day
their existence is created by
the the ways and means of war
they are divided by doctrine
and each alliance
exploits their well being
beyond these shores
the tyranny of might
causes men and women to
take shelter only
to have to fled to
better places
which existence is right
that they both war against the people
what nation has no people
what country is unsovereign
than by which truths do
we stand to bring voice
to those
who have no voice
and those that rise to speak
don't know what to say
stay out of the fight
and observe the brawl
til one day we take want we've learned
and uses it against those we oppose
and then find reason to make opposition
of those we had chose to support
beyond these boundaries the people
have fled
to make villain of those that they flee from
we tire of these truths and word our frustration
to support actions that causes further division
the nights of springs, summers, falls and winters
have come and each season the harvest have been
stored ripened only to feed those who have created division and untruth
the trust of sovereign people
has been battered and bruised
the clasps that fasten are buckling
and the tension of unresolved troubles
has made poverty stricken men
angry: who's frustrations
solve differences
that might destroy's and men stand before
these battles to witness the destruction
of men, woman, children and
areas of their once concern.
made mad persons.
those who can flee, on
distant shore
they speak there angre
the will never see those loved ones
and those enemies that they had wished to tell those truths
which would resolve such troublings.
on distant shores they war.
in our country they find comfort to
watch the destruction of those who are more kin to them.
the faces of caring people
might make smiles:
but only relief from those tensions
of frustrated helplessness
the not being able to stop which is troubling.
Lines reign rectangular beyond widely
sombre dour density of inhabitants
Living rendered responsible behind wisely
secure doors definitely insure us
Neighbours harbour unfamiliar stories
Measureless textures hold untapped instruction
Sectioned protected fences forbode inquiry
Composite dismissed in driveway's reflection
Stranger to Earth's purposeful cycle
Continuum of plenty and scarcity
Cup overflows with options available
Convenience success declares to be
Money making matrix of tyranny
directs development's doctrine devours
Cataclysmic quick fix erect a thousand
nature inhibiting pattern of houses
Maze Ministers administer complacency
Tempered treacle assertions anethetise
Placated patients injected with necessity
Propel dominance of capitalism's rise
Studious city sews a hem pressed wide
Insidious greed knows a slow demise
Commodities local harvest would provide
Remote industry manoeuvre bulk supplies
Creek dipped reaching tree to residents listens
Combined myriad of incessant insects minuscule
Comical tousles, tasks of a toiling existence
Trials surmounted gain victories incremental
Environmentally in tune communities
easily trade effort borne resources
Trust, patience, guidance received
Compassion's fountain pours importance
Muscle of masses hinge bones as ligaments
Harvesting knowledge of fecundity's longevity
Endurance and learning with strength intersect
Woven contribution formulates society's liberty
Joan of Arc
HE speaks, and messengers appear
To innocence of one so young in year
The calling understood, she will not flee
Till France is free of English tyranny
The struggle long, a hundred years or more
An army tired, sapped of strength by war
She steps into the fray, new hope, inspire
Her words believed, the lighting of the fire
Hoorah, the trepid siege of Orleans broken
Triumphant Gaules their spirit now awoken
Battle proved, proud see her banner fly
On to the capital, her new war cry
Though the king be doubtful to her power
Sanctioned he, and blessed her of the hour
There, before the gates and walls so tall
Defending well, Paris refused to fall
Defeated, wounded, weary, drawn, down
Undone, alone, rejected by the crown
Falls into allied hands when out at large
Imprisoned to be tried, on falsehood charge
Religious order sent to set out court
To seek and force the answer that was sort
She, unwavering in her self belief
Her story standing gave them no relief
A minister dispatched to find (his) truth
Then shout her heresy from every roof
A thousand times the question fills her ear
A thousand times she answers without fear
Time was never going to be her friend
None came in aid or cared her to defend
Sent forth to burn in blazing execution
Inglorious was her perfect persecution
True to HIM her love would not betray
For HIM, at the stake, her life she lay
The passing years, gave her soul release
St Joan, now rests in reverence and peace.
Hearts torn and shattered,
Yells at tyrants, a dire plea,
Yet torture remains unbothered,
Greed inflicted agony.
Young and old precious souls,
Against murderers of democracy,
Arrogance, firepower, overrules,
Unfazed atrocity.
Those who raise their voices, beware,
For they may lie dead on the ground,
Heroes choose to dare,
Rallying justice to abound.
Who cares for Myanmar's plight?
Their struggle and their pains?
Should darkness engulf their light?
Shrugged, none of our concerns?
O wake up comfort's slumber,
Let's not be blind, their hearts bleed,
Nor let their hopes torn asunder,
Or leave their courage fade.
Crusaders of democracy,
Myanmar against tyranny,
Their lives of sacrifice,
Shall not fail our eyes.
Wilted Flowers
What’s happened to Justice
and speaking truth to power
When people protested
With a peace sign and flower
Yes times are changing
Evil has invaded thoughts
The shifting of power
In madness you’re caught
Now you attack each other
It seems so black and white
The poor bow to the rich
Things have shifted far right
Neighbors fighting neighbors
You believe it’s fake news
Instead of trusting your eyes
A rampant liar you choose
What’s happened to Justice
And speaking truth to power
When people protested
with a peace sign and flower
Now people are abducted
Put on planes and sent away
placed in foreign prisons
is that the American way
Allies are unfriended
Compassion not a trace
World order upside down
I don’t recognize this place
Freedoms sacrificed
All to own the Libs
A toddler holds the crown
While you’re stabbed in the ribs
Do you feel the sadness
A shift in the sands
No more coequal government
power held in his hands
What’s happened to Justice
and speaking truth to power
When people protested
with a peace sign and flower
Don’t sleep while it burns
Your country can be great
Stand up to tyranny
before it’s too late.
A dance like no other
Ghana had declared independence from the tyranny of British rule, and much was at stake.
As the building of a dam project, gold and diamonds.
The Russians had been trying to use the situation to their advantage; something had to be done.
The English queen flew to Ghana and met the new president.
In the evening, he asked her up to dance, and they were a perfect match.
In his strong muscular body, she melted and became
A warm, willing woman.
A waltz of gods.
When coming back to Britain, her husband, prince Philip got a surprise
and nine-month later, a new prince called Andrew was born.
Alas, he was a spoilt prince but was protected by his mother
she had her memories.
Andrew is now a neglected prince who, middle-aged and fat,
roams the castle but is for now protected.
It was a pity the fire in her loins could only produce an utter failure.
Free people are brothers
With swords of steel and wars now fought
Along this path of endless weave
We travel lone of lessons taught
And faith which led us to believe
That all is lost shan’t be the truth
For as we stand in unity
Our blood and scars to offer proof
Now here as one we shall be free
Shown pride and strength this foe does fall
In scattered breaths and lonely screams
On battlefields, sad echoes call
‘Cross crimson tides, unholy streams
This tyranny fuels flaming wrath
To burn the weak, the innocent
Though time does come the aftermath
A fate of armies long since spent
When now we stand on mountains high
Come hear our voices, steady roar
As morning sun does wake the sky
We bring an end to this, your war
For here inscribed on sharpened blade
A motto cast for all to see
As brothers we have all been made
As people, ever to be free
1/10/17
Written for The Swords Speak - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Julia Ward
Clouds of the future, in the present day
Astronomical Lies of would-be Biblical, but Judeo-Masonic deception,
sleeping world enjoys its enslavement unconsciously,
as though by default
Majority rule is democracy?
But, the majority insists on immoral high ground
and is anyway
the majority manipulated
towards a certain tyranny
Terraforming our once beautiful planet
into a controlled
and abberated self criticism, elitism and love of
depopulation..
An envisioned pretense of
coincidental hell on Earth
Wake up sheeple wake up.
"Nice clear skies...Nothing to see here,
Move along, that's right move along"
Conspiracy Theory,
conspire against
pragmatic research,
hard fought-for, hard won
Government agencies
working in tandom with
and dictated to,
by age old secret societies
Owned and controlled
mass media oulets
and social platforms
enforce legitimacy,
perpetuate and smother
the propaganda and the lies
Censorship of speech eventually..
All freedom dies
Technocracy surfaces
as authoritarianism deconstructs
any and all opposition,
If you think you've heard
of this before,
sensed it even
you may be right,
you may sense or see
glimpses of truth still..
Does it matter that the weather modification projects
ramped up in earnest
from the late 1990's onwards
employing underground laboratories,
added Aluminum, Mercury,
Barium, Strontium and more
are bending, twisting and constructing
new chemical formulae,
for 'we the people'
to inhale?
Is this then,
an almost certain dystopian future
for their children too?
For and within patented
Jet propulsion, Big Oil
global system,
"Nice NORMAL skies, just a figment of the imagination - nothing to see here, move along, move along"
continued in Part 2 to follow..
While we were sleeping
Snug in our beds
Lost in our dreams
A black spirit stole across the land
And by dawn had merged with every shadow
When we awoke
We took for granted the lingering critical sensibility
- as if awaking with a hangover
from the spectacular successes and excesses
of our civilization –
And before our morning cup
Could clear our heads
Had embraced this dark spirit
With the fervor of the newly converted
Impulsively, compulsively taking yin to yang
As if reborn from our primal roots
But when civilization falls
And is abandoned
- and undermining eventually always leads to collapse –
What is left is tribalism
But without the innocence of its youth
And youth without innocence
Is just tyranny without conscience
Shadow without form
Woke won because we became soft and sloppy
Ungrateful and guilty for all the pleasures and abundance
The hard work of Life bestows
(5/6/23)