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"Who am I?
Who is but the form following the function of what, and what I am is a man in a mask,
but on this most auspicious of nights, permit me then, in lieu of the more commonplace sobriquet, to suggest the character of my dramatis persona.
Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran,
cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate.
This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished.
However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin van-guarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition.
The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous.
LOL,.. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it is my very good honor to meet you, and you may call me V."
.. from the movie, V For Vendetta
You've been a rock
When I felt vulnerable and unsteady
You've been a comfort
When I felt weary and downcast
You've been a balm
When I was in agony and distrust
When those I counted as friends betrayed me
You stayed true
When others regarded my feelings as a doormat
You gently placed them in a jeweled box
When those closest to me could not vindicate me
You affirmed my intelligence and sanity
When others dismissed me as less than human
You regarded me as more than just a man
When others took more than they gave
You gave more than you took.
A greater portion of comfort
Was derived from the fact that
You were only
A one hour drive
A mere train ride
Away
But now
Life inflicts yet another reminder
That the best things never last
Although it is for the best
It is a bitter, painful pill to ingest
Although it is a comparatively short distance
Shorter than the Oregon Trail
It is a far distance
Far from your jokes, you’re your sisterly scolding
As well as your shami kebab. curried okra, and chai
Although I am happy for you
And although I wish you much success and joy
My heart is tearing at the very seams
Of your own mending
And while your map can lead you to your destination,
My abundant tears, like Hansel's breadcrumbs
Can easily lead you back to me, when G-d is willing
For you have been more than a friend
You have been a sister
Though you have the courage
To keep bulls at bay
You have the tenderness of a lady
And the wisdom to know when to use both
Where yonder can I find your duplicate?
Whereabouts may I find your twin?
For there is no one I know of quite like you
And your absence will be a void
As craterous as the Grand Canyon
Therefore keep me in your heart
Even in the tiniest nook
And never forget me, sister
For as sure as the sun in the sky
And the blood in my veins
I will always remember you
In my heart.
You can’t handle the truth…
And so you lash out in pain
You hurt and you maim
Innuendo, the game
Flaming, you flame
What a shame!
A SHAME!
You can’t handle the truth…
And so you fabricate lies
Dress up a pretty disguise
Compliment mesmerize
Word trophy prize
Not wise
Not wise!
You can’t handle the truth…
And so you implicate
With hints you sedate
Your conscience placate
Pride vindicate
It’s still hate
It’s HATE!
You can’t handle the truth…
So you write a small rhyme
You cover the crime
Throw around grime
Slippery slope slime
On heartache you climb
Not this time
NOT THIS TIME….
Eileen Manassian
Somewhere in the world someone was suffering
as I laid awake at night and realized
my time had come to vindicate my reasoning
why I should see with empathetic eyes
So cynical was I and full of judgment
as a homeless man approached me for a dime
I failed to stop and think just for a moment
this could be ME at any given time
I had to reevaluate my blessings
for MANY I’d been given through the years
and taking part my heart began confessing
my empathetic eyes revived with tears
I prayed to God for kindness and compassion
to recognize and love humanity
and when I asked for His divine direction
His empathetic eyes acknowledged me
"Order, Order, All rise"
The voice echoes like an aftermath;
Bringing a chill to the Atmosphere.
As the highest in authority infiltrates the inhabited chambers.
to the commoner, I am known simply as Magistrate or Judge;
To the elite, Adjudicator, Expert Connoisseur.
All walks of life situate themselves before me with one thing customary ILLEGALITY!!!
With the aid of my two abettor solicitors, whom have rehearsed their part in this cavort.
One to vindicate the appellant,
The other to arraign arbitration without plausible dilemmas.
listening to the monotonous rigmarole, on and on and on,
Mutter, mutter, mutter:
The thrill of just banging the hammer, interrupting the nattering and shouting:
" LIFE IN BONDAGE, OR TO THE GALLOWS OR HANG HIM TILL HIS DEAD!"
Appeals to my better nature.
For I see it, who so ever stands before me should suffer maximum punishment;
Be he innocent or guilty, he should not have got caught.
But, alas, the cat has to give the mouse a sporting chance,
Then I will make my judgement swift and quick.......
Invited into Her circle
of five points,one for each
of the qualities She crystallizes,
truth as fire, earth as nourishment,
body in water, lights in air, and ether as love,
in Her center a sacred thought having origin in primal purpose,
we embraced as immortals do,
mouth to ear and song to song,
mind to memory and wish to wisdom,
connecting with the ease of melody on morning's hope,
frollicing within the gamble of a galaxy grown mad from curiosity,
the path of the Prime Mover performs a pounce along our venerable vertebrae,
She widens a door which illuminates a portico,columns white marble and red veins,
tempered flames in low tremble make vigil to the death bed masks of ancestors,
who made glory a partner against multitudes of dangers,such as living without loyalty,
encouraged by Her gravitas,Her need for a hero,I stared into those vacant eyes
on the pedestals held upright by iron frames,and I heard them chant I must for Her,
made so lovely with a crown of moon glow,
I kissed this Woman's hand,heaven in my sight,
my oath to vindicate Her from profane might,
I awoke facing a mirror,believing in Her dearly,
my headgear fastened and plumed,
feathers of a hawk and eagle divinely sprout atop,
from then I only knew Her words,and a dreamy picture,
however,I trusted Her affection,I could live on Her meaning -
J.A.B.
Beware of politicians whose active manifesto
Is always to speak ill of other candidates and opposition parties.
They are the real problems!
Beware of political goons and rumour-mongers, spinning allegations
Twining civil questions, yakking all day but never about
What they have done or can do. They have no vision!
Beware, my brother, of trillionaire politicians who only remember
The poor during campaigns and invite the press to a snap
Of a picture with a kwashiorkor in the slum. They are hypocrites!
Beware of politicians who make fabulous and illusory promises
Whose speeches are seasoned with oenomel to please and hype
History is a witness to their chronic failures and betrayals!
Beware of politicians who evade critical discourse and the press
At home like a mosquito bite but would run to the Chatham House
To seek an audience. They are no solutions!
Beware of desperate politicos defying every civil structure to rule
Bigots whose ploys for victory are religious and ethnic mantras
Kingmakers who want to have their turn on the throne.
Beware of politicians who make Aso Rock their retirement plan
Hall of fame, cashpoint, birthplace and right, their next career
A doctor or lawyer who could save a life or vindicate rights
Has become the Dionysius of our time.
Beware of politicians whose patriotism pulsates on oversea products
Trips to Harley Street, Burj Khalifa, bikini-infested Miami Beach
Back home, they vow to tighten the laws and expand the cells
To make a great nation.
Beware, you goofs and poltroons taking up the squares for heroes
You moneybags, Kings of the jungle, sacred cows, powerbrokers
Plumed and brocaded with national honours, OON, CON…
Amid the chronic poverty and acute frustration.
Beware of kleptocracy, autocracy, gerontocracy, oligarchy, plutarchy
And amidst the hunger, ignorance, confusion, and frustration
Beware of vote merchants!
Upon a midnight battlefield, the Black Knight rides alone,
His armor shining silver bright, his heart as hard as stone.
A sword of ancient magic, clutched within his hand,
He fights with noble courage, for justice in the land.
The Avenger’s strength beside him, they battle all night,
Yet Black Knight’s honor guides him, his soul a beacon light.
From Camelot’s old legends, he carries proud his name,
Though shadows fall around him, his spirit stays the same.
Against the darkest villains, he stands with gallant grace,
A visor hides his secrets, his pain none dare to trace.
With every swing and parry, he turns the tide of fate,
Defending those who hope in him; their lives he’ll vindicate.
On steed of blackest velvet, he rushes to the fray,
The Avenger’s loyal comrade, he never shies away.
In tales of epic valor, his legend grows each year,
The Black Knight, ever steadfast, inspires hope not fear.
So raise a toast to heroes who fight in darkest night,
And honor the Avenger’s faithful, noble Black Knight.
His quest endures forever, his legacy will grow,
A shining star in Marvel’s sky, his courage e’er shows.
~~Is There A Hell~~
Hell, Sheol or Hades is there any such place?
Check your scriptures if you dare, I’ll show you the place
There is no place of torture ruled over by the devil
Just a threat in the mind to keep us all on a level.
It does not in the scriptures say - we will forever burn
For all your sins on earth if you do not turn
God inspired the words of the Bible they say
He wanted to help us all - on our good way.
The scriptures inform us that once we are dead
To the dust we return and not torture to dread
From the dust we were created to it we will return
Not a room next to Satan where he can laugh as we burn.
This God In the scriptures promises a resurrection for all
He does not say into a fiery pit we are all doomed to fall.
The pit in the scriptures around Jerusalem ringed
Where the dross and the rubbish were hurled into this thing.
He promises life for those that vindicate his name
For those that do not, they themselves are to blame
But there is no threat of a fiery pit they call Hades, Sheol or Hell
Just to dust in the ground that’s where we will dwell.
Job was a man much loved by God
Asked to be hidden in Sheol until God's anger dissipated, now that’s odd
Why would a man want to be hidden in Sheol or Hell?
Because he knew the truth, and from this we can tell.
He wanted to hide in the grave until resurrected
He was lost and in pain and feeling rejected
God cured this good man that wanted to hide in hell
He rewarded him with more, his quiver he did swell.
In Revelation which is to be revealed - and is visionary
It depicts the devil in flames, now that may be to some quite contrary.
God promised that Satan will burn in Hades for all time.
But man has a chance to be forgiven his crimes
The worst we can have would be no resurrection
Leaving our bones in the ground for archaeological inspection
Ecc :9;5
Job11: 11-14
Ps 1463-4
Hell Hades Sheol through different translations seem to mean grave
And to all those I have wronged
I am remorseful
For my life is an enigma
And at times I lose my way
Like a mad dog that goes astray
Enslaved by tribulations
That fails to go away
And reason becomes an absurdity
As my sanity fades away
Like a stallion
In the misty wilderness
Who comes back at dawn?
My mind awakes
Replenish with life with the warmth of the sun
And rejuvenates like a new born
To drink from the lake of life
And to start another sojourn on earth
To get what is left to take
And remember those I shall never forget
And those I shall not forsake
Dreams unfilled
Living a life that is less thrilled
Ruled by plutocrats and kleptocrats
Who served the god of money
He takes your soul in return for a drop of honey
Friends come and friends go like the autumn wind
It s cold
So is life
For all that glitters is not gold
Standing on principle is worthless in the land of lunatics
Where religion is used as a weapon
By the raging fanatics
And freedom is used to enslave you more
For the oppressors we see
Are worse than the oppressors we saw
It is worthless for a bleeding pauper
The world sees not those who suffer
Except those who bask in the euphoria of wealth and stupidity
And who disgust those who live a life of humility
For the puppet master still pulls my strings
He is the god we see
Who controls all that life brings
And those artificial things
But time will vindicate the righteous
If you are true indeed so
When it blows
The wind of change
Everybody knows
Sound of chance
Fills the air
And ends your despair
Time servers and sycophants will perish
So will all that they cherish!
And relish
Hidden secrets locked away in the chest of the truth
Now unlocked
And I regain exuberance
Like I have bathed in the Fountain of Youth
For I have vowed to speak the truth
Parasites and worms that feed on the dead and the living
But never care for others because
They are never giving
Kings and nobleman were born of slaves
They are blind when they hold the mantle of authority
They fall because they know not the meaning of prosperity
A divide house can never stand
So let us unite
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