Long Victimization Poems
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As they leave
They leave with us nothing but an empty
Treasure to treasure which even Judas Iscariot
The disciple’s Treasure cannot measure
And treasure with pleasure.
As they leave,
They victimize and they seize with impunity
And dishonour students’ union leader’s certificates
Since 2000,for leading peaceful protest
Within and outside campus
As they leave,
They leave with stains of blood of 17 pensioners
And their other colleagues in their hands
While younger colleagues and students mere
Exist like living corpses
They vindictively sack staff who tell them
The naked truth and seize food from their families
As they leave,
They leave with our monetised vehicles and valuables
Monetisation another coinage for stealing people’s
Goods and properties
As they leave,
They relish and enjoy destroying people’s lives
And careers, giggling, later, dexterously smiling
And suddenly laughing hysterically like a naked
Beautifully handsome man dancing to no particular
Beat in Dugbe market
As they leave,
They leave with us fusion of confusion
Sensational exploitation and victimization
Intimidation and bastardization of the then
Glorious University of Ibadan culture and traditon
As they leave,
They leave thinking that their evil deeds will
Be buried and buried with them secretly
Alas!!…the wind has blown and the buttocks
Of the mother-hen is exposed.
Alayande Stephen. T
20th,September,2005
6.00am
Form:
A competitive path,
society v individual,
to retributive justice
is measured in accountability
of the individual
to respect
the imposed police and court
and prison system.
More cooperative polypaths,
individual Me AND social We,
to restoring Ego/EcoJustice
are measured in collective integrity
reducing trauma
isolation
intimidation
and chronic stress triggers
Polymorphically designing
and polynomially balancing
and polytheistically engaging
healthy positive energy relationships
slow-growing resilient plants
with people
with one regenerative
living
restorative
resilient planet
Throughout co-operative
space AND time communion now
past AND future timeless
health AND safety gifted presence
natural AND spiritual blessings
physical AND mental meta-integral
regenerations of
Cooperative polypaths
destined to restore Ego/EcoJustice
co-mediating secular/sacred
trans-binary new age dawning
old school cisbinary fawning
creolizing 1/0
bolt/nut
pole/hole
binomial integrity
Is definitely not
colonizing
ostracizing
and punishing.
Resilient peace
is not achieved
through dissociative punishing sticks,
with no hope for fresh round carrots.
Traumatic isolating accountability events
do not have therapeutic outcomes
measured in Earth's emergent integrity,
wounds seeking impressive healing;
not more oppressive hurting
Because,
as any gang
or tribe member
or resilient community knows,
trauma of past victimization
does not predict
a future of multiculturally
polyculturally inclusive
therapy
Because pathological governance
from predators above
and outside
is not resilient health
for those preyed upon
praying for natural
nurturing
nutritional compassion
below dispirited feelings
and inside tragic souls
Because patriarchal systemic trauma
power-over
is not ecofeminist therapeutic
power-with-and-within
Because stinging red pathology
is not soothing green health
or integrally learned
integrity woke
polychromatic wealth.
From the crag I see the path
descend into the valley
shrouded in the shadows of
doubt, uncertainty, and fear of failure.
I see a white pillar cast in regret's cold salt-stone,
from which there is no turning back.
Even a brief glance back over the shoulder
up into the bright crags of peaks above,
bathed in bright sunlight in the path behind me,
will cause me to fall off the path side,
into the chasm of hell, penance, suffering and retribution,
toppling off the cliff with arms and legs flailing,
tumbling out of control,
screaming through gnashed teeth.
The shadows wreak of tales untold,
of battles fought and lost,
of past losses and retreats on endless repeats.
The mists wreak and stink of echoes
returning, haunting back to
what was longing to be forgotten,
as I step lightly
into the shadows of the valley.
I draw in my collar around my cheeks,
drag my hood over to cover my head,
pull my arms tightly against my body
to retain my bodily heat
to shield against the dank, dark, nagging cold,
I look ahead with steely-eyed determination
to soldier-on with the resilience and resolve
that's deeply forged within the marrow of my bones
I take another step down
to rise above the easy path
to self-victimization, subterfuge and blame.
I succumb without a whimper
to the blast furnace.
To be heated soft to red-white hot.
To be beaten and banged,
by the blacksmith clad in leather,
into an steely shape
only useful when cold.
Abomination
I wonder what it means to be called an abomination
and if this has any relationship to being a damnation,
as there must be certain things that people do in deserving condemnation
which go against all reasonable human laws and are opposed to salvation.
If what has been handed down from the past is any indication
then we are somehow all obliged to follow with a dedication,
for our own sake and that of all our so called many relations
who are subject to the same weaknesses, trials and temptations.
To some it may seem there need not be any restriction
which will generally only incur a justifiable conviction
for any laws broken and usually dealt with a harsh sanction
when blame or guilt can be done away with by a transaction.
There are so many things people do without any justification
except to satisfy their own sense of individual expectation
especially where the actions done are without any provocation
against a fellow human being who’s an object of victimization.
___________________________
I’m Tweety Bird and ‘I tawt I taw a puddy tat,’
But what I mean, Trump’s nightmares fear a democrat,
I’m as yellow as your hair, tweet,
Feel sure you dye it fair, tweet,
Vulgar antics towards opponents, shows lack of morality
Fake tan, untruths, arrogance and more, sadly your totality.
Become a mature American leader Mr. President,
Your unacceptable rapport with world leaders has evil intent,
Sorry, you are just a reality show,
A favour, take a bow and go,
You fuel Racism, Feminism, Semitism, encourage Supremacists,
Build a wall, which Mexicans dig under, such a hedonist!
President-elect Tweety Bird, stop your victimization, it’s become boring,
Debateable If you possess, any political finesse, for war hoping?
Hurriedly looking for a vaccine,
I Tweety Bird, first in line,
Side effect, maybe both of us losing our yellow fluff!
Would discuss climate change, but know you’ve abandoned this, rough!
The patients often rock back and forth,
or pace as if to move away
from their frustrations,
their situation, their self,
but the same always follows.
Their only task is existence...
yet such a heavy endeavor,
like moving through thick mud,
always messy and often stuck.
As long as they remain their same selves,
they remain a prisoner of themselves,
haunted by screams of unworthiness,
threats of unforgiveness,
and insistence of victimization.
Psychologists ask questions
and sometimes make suggestions.
Doctors dictate medications.
Many have chemical dependency
or a congenital chemical imbalance
and lack the physical capacity to be happy,
in the same way someone with kidney failure
would die without dialysis.
Patients regress into numbness,
an unintrusive seclusion
and an attempt to avoid
misery's self-abusing mind.
Some find an escape,
by God's grace,
faithfully willing their way
out of their mental detention and
the "Rehabilitation" Center Prison.
To be immune from aspersions mean and vile
May assuage our hurt feelings for awhile
But to really uphold the Golden Rule
We must also withhold words harsh and cruel—by poet
In an upside-down world
Where self-victimization
is a realization and hatred lingers, it goes nowhere
May not yet get it, and still not self-aware
Now some may think that healing is
Ignoring what is destroying and go on enjoining
others near them to do the same, their end game
Using, medicating with words as ammunition stored on a shelf
Toxicity is there, taken aback, down deep in yourself
Hatred lingers, collecting dust mites
Imploding, suffocating smites and is on reserve
In a mindset where glory they deserve
Personal gut-wrenching bile packaged
Collecting more dust, disgust has an impact
It only makes you a stronger hellcat
One that hasn’t let go of the baggage
Is in an upside-down world of their own
On their own and may think they’re OK
Flies in the ointment, stagnant, a delay, decay
In a world where “making it better” ails, and means
Undoing what has taken lives in time in details
Only bequests, and is deeded
A new form of healing is much needed
Healing is embracing the newest challenges
There are bigger issues, bigger things
Then just you, heed the warnings
It begins within
“Civil war tested the proposition that America is one nation indivisible”—from the book “With Malice Toward None"— Stephen B. Oates
He used to stand for peace,
For love, for joy, for happiness. But now…
He sits in silence, blankly staring…
At this emotional mess,
Angrily failing love’s test,
Falling deep into nothingness.
You’re consumed with fear, with despair,
With grief…
You can’t even look in the mirror,
Cause all you see is disbelief.
So disappointed in yourself,
You stop caring,
For your open health….
So you take all of your stupid feelings
And throw them up on a shelf.
You know nothing….
Of the tears I’ve shed,
Or the many unhinged thoughts….
Swirling around in my head.
My distance from you is cold….
Distance…. Cold.
And my hand’s become hard to hold,
Let the truth be told.
I used to fly high,
When I kiss you,
And even cry,
Cause I’d miss you…
Now, I thrive to resist you,
Cause I’m dying to dismiss you.
You took a kind hearted man,
And made him feel like a slave,
Threw his love into a grave,
Yet, still, he forgave….
You don’t deserve him at all,
You care nothing…
Of the tears as they fall…
You stand there as he slowly crawls….
Back to brutalization, back….
To victimization, back….
To the world of isolation,
Caused from frustration,
See, I am a one man nation,
And I choose to walk alone.
No matter how hard you try,
Or how much I may cry,
You’ll never have my throne.
I question myself…
Am I not good enough?
Not tough enough?
Not your idea of man,
Who most of the time is rough?
I don’t care anymore.
My feelings and love is gone.
My switch of resentment,
You turned it on.
Don’t get this **** twisted,
This ain’t no illusion,
And it ain’t no confusion.
Just know that as of now,
I’m going back to seclusion.
Standing on anger’s dance floor,
Screaming….
**** what love stands for.
So when people ask,
What caused this dreadful incision?
It ain’t easy to see the vision,
When you’re in love’s prison
In a dark swirling empty nothing I am written,
with many descriptions of pain and victimization
made by a harsh,
cruel,
merciless,
and unforgiving
world of circumstance.
I do as I'm told:
I try to sway my reader
to understand the pain of my master
who authored me,
knowing fully well how impossible that is,
because he himself doesn't understand pain.
Yet he tries so hard to communicate it.
So I speak only in vague terms
using the darkest words of the human mind
just for good measure:
(suffocate)
(death)
(pain)
(endless suffering)
(suicide)
(murder)
(violence)
(anger)
(blood)
(hatred)
all for shock value;
serving my master's need
to prove his pain to my reader.
But I am far too loving to allow this...
so I knock on the door to his inner sanctum, and ask to be let in
so I can give him the hug
he's refused himself
since the day me and all my brothers were born.
Created to be different to bring about a generational change
Trauma invoked to keep most from creative conscious range
Learning being different can bring in a great feeling
It's imperative for the need to work on inner healing
That inner child help develop creative healthy happy adults
Taking chances to heal, help the experience for those results
Don't stay in the cycle of programmed victimization mode of pain
Get help to find tools and resources to turn your pain into a gain
Take accountability for your role you played while blaming/pointing a finger
Easy to blame another, sometimes they had no part of the sadness or anger
The masks worn and swopped due to your unhealed trauma
Hides a grudge that blames friends, lovers, daddy and momma
Forgive them, they experienced and lived through trauma too
Reflected their own stories, hiding with pain too shame to tell you
Each generation has suffered through the abuse and trauma program
Become your generations' survivor with the future blueprint or diagram.