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I have received an obscene comment
from a sick, slandering mouth on this poetry site,
calling me a filthy monkey with intense anger;
and is this person a human being or beast?
And how would I address this demon: sir or
madam? I use no discretion when dealing with fools,
and let them hear and feel the deep tone
of my thundering voice, bringing on a violent storm...
o idiot, approached by the Devil to manipulate such a worthless soul
You've picked your target, lashing at us with uncontrolled madness,
is your behavior, so bizarre and extremely rude, to embarass,
to harass and harm us? Be warned, it is to no avail...
the fairest reward for your obscenities is Hell!
You are messing with the creative minds of modest folks,
willing and ready to fight back and triumph over your wickedness!
Has Satan and his Fallen Angels ever conquered Heaven?
Will you, with your envy and vengeful words ever defeat us?
We are honorable, unfeigned, dignified and loved for our sharedl kindness,
and that makes us extraordinary beings among the unintelligent criminals,
who mortify, demoralize, threat, abuse, and kill the very essence of morality;
we excel in our unique and remarkable ideas that make many tremble,
and you will tremble at the appearance of the Archaengel of Vengeance!
Our spirit will not be demeaned by your constant and horrible curses,
we are united in this fight, not to let you seal our mouths with silence!
Was Brutus or Hamlet a human being or beast? Do you see a disparity?
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
You'd best stay away from those Indians,
I've often heard it said;
But the worth of a man is most often found,
In what's going on in your head.
Though I must admit there's more than a few,
Who will take the gold out of your teeth,
It takes a lot more than the color of skin,
To make a man a thief.
They're more than just thieves, they're drunkards to boot,
They're filthy, sneaky and cruel;
But it matters not the race of a man,
Enough booze turns them all into fools.
Unintelligent, dirty, their morals are low.
They're savage, unlike you and me.
Each race has it's customs and problems for sure,
On that I will have to agree.
When the white man first came he was met with good will,
Accepted and treated well.
If not for the Native Americans,
They'd have died for that first year was Hell.
The Indians taught them how to survive,
How to plant and put back for the winter.
How to hunt and how to trap,
And how to make the meat tender.
In return the White Man gave gifts;
Shiny trinkets and beads and tea.
He also gave us something else,
The cold and flu germs were free.
They stole our land, they stole our pride,
And turned us into slaves.
They tried to wipe us from the land,
And put us in our graves.
Now you say we're not like you.
We're savage, filthy, stupid;
And you believe this over-all view,
To be correct, indubit.
Never look down on another man,
Because he's different from you.
Your race, your looks come from God my friend.
It's He that decides skin hue.
Where you're born, your skin, your very blood,
Are gifts from God, Almighty.
Every man has a right to be proud.
Do not take what God has done lightly.
Imprisoned
Am I, by the voracious appetite, the relentless grasp of love.
Goaled, caged – a prisoner of love’s illusions of, it’s reality for.
I am unable to extricate myself from the shackles that bind me to.
The fetters of my love for, hold me, ever so firmly, in their grip.
I realize that I have the key – it is in my head – to set myself free. It has, it does come to me, oh so often !, ringing in my ears, in my brain, in my heart, hanging so harshly before my eyes “ you will never be my boyfriend, never my lover ” – “ you are not of my class ” ( social rung of the societal ladder ), - “ you are not on my level ” ( level of education ), - “ you are not a man I desire ” ( have any feelings for ), - “ you are stupid – unintelligent ”, “ you have no brain, don’t use your brain ”, “ you don’t listen to me, you don’t understand anything, know anything ”, “ you are to old, can’t change ” ( to become my creation ? ), “ I do not believe you ! ” ( am I a liar ?, a con man ?, a bullshitter ?, a manipulator ?, am I like all the other men you have been involved with ?, etc., etc. ),
Confused is a way people can control your mind, making you believe in all kinds of lies.
Confused is a way to make you feel small, like an ant that is small and unable to fight.
Confused is a word that people use, to insult or make you believe you are unintelligent.
Confused is a way to control your life, leaving you unable to see the light.
God told us of these people, the ones that want to leave you confused, unable to see the light and love of God.
God is the way the light and the path home, from all the confusion that seeks to keep us in the dark.
Stay confident and not confused, follow your prayers home to God.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
REPETITION Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, and Part 5
REPETITION
Two sides to
The never ending story -
I am unable to let end -
OF
A well educated, upper class,
POLISH PRINCESS,
A real Beauty,
and that of
an uneducated, low class,
unintelligent, Canadian derelict.
A Frog!
Follow the journey of these two in poetry and prose.
Much of, is from the perception /perspective of the Frog.
The Princess has provided very little information.
A lot of insight though.
This journey ( if interested ) you will have to take on my blog - B. J. "A" 2-anold soul.blogspot.com - for it is far to much to include - put on this site. Thank you all, who have taken the time to read my ramblings, my insanity.
The pain I've felt this past year
Makes me wonder how I made it to here
The pain and the tears --- built up in shame
Go for a lot of one person to blame
The pieces of my heart ripped to shreds
This current life I've bled and I've bled
I've lost a lot and gained absolutely nothing back
Like my world is miserable and completely caked in black
The stars in the sky --- shine no more
This life I lead on repeat --- constant horror
The sheltered human race --- so unintelligent and so small
Nobody will ever be there to constantly catch your fall
Truly alone, exquisite, and so very bleak
Very rarely will you ever find what your passionate soul seeks
Sinister darkness --- and an invisible way
Dance shadows around you --- beckoning to play
3:30am --- the blistering evil thickens around
Jumping and shaking with every sound
Paranoid whispers --- tales of the old
Shuttering and shaking in this poisonous cold
My breath swirls crispy in front of my nose
Curiously wandering deep inside --- where nobody ever goes
Evil and laughing the sounds turn your back
But once again you turn around --- and there's nothing but monotonous black
The voices and whispers curse you in vain
Looking for somebody to always point the blame
Waves of the visions of places you see
Will never again, ever again --- be
The Earth it crumbles under your feet
Searching for something you know you'll never seek
Frustrated and shunned you want to cry
And deep inside --- you want to die
Inside your soul grows smaller and dim
Lost your way once again to him
Separate and confused you try to ignore it and live
But absolutely can not without the lessons he gives
Scared and confused --- lost and distraught
The way he knows you can be --- you are not
Giving up from conflicted pain of the past
Nothing --- for me --- ever is good enough to last
So here I dwindle and disintegrate in despair
Waiting weak and exhausted --- 'til I can be there...
REPETITION
Two sides to
The never ending story -
I am unable to let end -OF
A well educated, upper class,
POLISH PRINCESS,
A real Beauty,
and that of
an uneducated, low class,
unintelligent,Canadian derelict.
A Frog!
Follow the journey of these two in poetry and prose.
Much of, is from the perception /perspective of the Frog.
The Princess has provided very little information.
A lot of insight though.
This journey ( if interested ) you will have to take on my blog - B. J. "A" 2-anold soul.blogspot.com - for it is far to much to include - put on this site. Thank you all, who have taken the time to read my ramblings, my insanity.
Incineration of Love God Madan (Cupid) 17
Originally written in Hindi by my late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor
1899 to 1994. The work was written in Hindi somewhere around 1965-70.
Editing and English version by Ravindra K Kapoor.
Hindi Title ‘Madan Dahan’17
Remaining unintelligent beings,
Are governed by instincts,
They cannot be destroyed,
By the mad passion of Cupid.
But man achieved intelligent,
With super life of creature,
Has also acquired powers,
Which made him super being.
Influenced by delusion,
The creator of sins,
Would become mad with passion,
To get perished totally.
Ravindra
Kanpur India 8th May 2012.
To continue…..
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Millennials standing most assured
need no knowledge of the war
Too evolved, won’t be anymore,
Yet lessons prevent they ignore
For war was long before their time
and now all are living fine
how or why not on their mind
assured all war is left behind
Oh how dumb and naive they sit
refusing vision to help predict
unlearning our repeated habit
as though a choice to conflict
See war is not always chosen
the survivors are not selected
War is a need to oppose them
Survive or naturally rejected
Every century, every place,
every grouping, every race,
every intention, every faith,
war returns, war we face
And war will kill the ignorant
wipe them out so fast
ignorance to war and,
it’ll be your last
You won’t evolve just follow circles
overtime repeat resurface
think you’re clever, just a circus,
your attitude, your life, surplus
They who think they don’t need war
will perish and be no more
refusing know-how ignorant course
destined to lay dead on floors
See war is not what we want
but it is what we do
stop being a millennial pons
unintelligent and screwed
I like the way you cry.
You do it like to so defy.
I like the way you walk.
You do it like a solid bedrock.
I like the way you sing.
You do it like a bird so chirping.
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You find so many people are unintelligent.
But you, you are most ingenious.
I like the way you cry.
You do it like to so defy.
I like the way you walk.
You do it like a solid bedrock.
I like the way you sing.
You do it like a bird so chirping.
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You find so many people are marketable.
But you, you are most remarkable.
I love the way you wear your hair,
You are spreading your style everywhere.
You're like a water fountain.
You are following through and around the mountains.
You find so many people are cunning.
But you, you are mostly stunning, never, ever run
Could I take you to dinner
ooh, oh girl you're a winner
You're the perfect person.
You could meet a worse one.
You find so many people are vagrant, sometimes even ignorant.
But you, you are most fragrant.
Lavender you are
Intelligent, remarkable and down to earth,
Stunning and fragrant too,
Are the floral qualities of you
You're exceptional, so beautiful so many thoughts of you
my boo
I like the way you cry.
You do it like to so defy.
I like the way you walk.
You do it like a solid bedrock.
I like the way you sing.
You do it like a bird so chirping.
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oh, girl, you knock me off my feet
I love the way you wear your hair,
Spreading your style everywhere.
You're like a water fountain.
I am following through and around the mountains.
I like the way you cry.
You do it like to so defy.
I like the way you walk.
You do it like a solid bedrock.
I like the way you sing.
You do it like a bird so chirping.
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7/2/20
WRITTEN WORDS BY James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©