Long Violator Poems
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Aren't we always running into a problem we must face each day of our lives?
Bashing our brain countless times while the damage torques the very fabrics of our minds?
Captured and Controlled by impulsive emotions,
Damaging the one life with dead end thoughts, which is also impulsive.
Embalming our lives in what seems to be the easiest way out
Forgetting about Moral and Honor...
Growing Old and Pathetic...
Harnessing new technology to make things that would otherwise build Character and
Strength of the mind, easier.
I have been guilty of this as well for it is the new way of life-and I am so young.
Jumping at every opportunity we get to make a good life for ourselves
Kicking in doors and fighting for what we want instead of what is better for us all
Leaning towards what’s Simple in place of what’s Right.
Morale is so Far Away now
No one cares why should we?
Only because Someone has to
People make small efforts, but only some are willing to go the Distance.
Quietly they may hunt to exact revenge on someone who has hurt their feelings
Resembling a nuisance who cannot find their own happiness
Searching for that dramatic ending that fuels their very existence.
Turning away would be cowardice and “lame”
Until they realize what they have done wrong, unless the realization never comes at all
Vacant is the mind of the simplistic
Watch in horror as they never mature or find true responsibility until it’s too late
Xenoparasites are often compared to their way of life as it deteriorates
Zero tolerance is what we have for you.
Apathy cannot be an emotion I share
Because there is no avoiding these kinds of people
Creation of Destruction and Selfishness...
Darker Days flood my eyes.
Earn your right to put a smile upon my face.
Forget not the burden of Time nor Judgment.
Gradually there becomes no Safe place to exist.
Hatred consumes me,
Irritation makes my skin boil.
Jump into the Valley of Death,
Killing other's with your Second Hand.
Litterer, Violator, Abuser, Destroyer of the Free World...
"Ark"
books have eyes here
they sense things
through the turning of leaves
strange chapters
they listen to small sounds
loud lives lived quietly
they are grounded cells
measured by rings
in untouchable ancient territories
somewhere else,
Amazonia
sheds tears
she cries
for her children,
and herself, to be saved
the violator
rapes her body
he beats her until she is dry
he doesn’t hear her
he takes and takes, from her,
what he thinks, is his
her pain, his pleasure
he undresses her
the way he likes
her children
he mutilates
and discards
the bounty, his treasure
the air to breathe, sullied,
becomes much thinner
when the soul collectors came
they only saved
the purest energy
the books have eyes here
they watch, they listen
they see things unseen
through other dimensions
measureless to man
they record his story
eventually, the ancient ones ascend,
with mother Gaia, her daughter Amazonia,
and all creatures, their children
through strange waves
they take new leaves
freedom to breathe
they are the higher vibrations
rapturously transported
to the better worlds
the story recorded
in each book with eyes,
chapters from all the leaves
stripped bare,
remain with the violators
who now stand discarded
unwanted,
left behind in despair
crying their tears
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
“Ocelot”/Emancipator
https://youtu.be/Yn_g40iRi90
"The trees will tell their secrets to those that tune in.”
Steven Magee
"They claim this mother of ours, the Earth,
for their own use, and fence their neighbors
away from her, and deface her
with their buildings and their refuse."
Sitting Bull
"We have enslaved
the rest of the animal creation,
and have treated our distant cousins
in fur and feathers so badly
that beyond doubt,
if they were able to formulate a religion,
they would depict the Devil in human form."
William Inge
just dawned upon me awareness today
April 20th, 2022 14:30 military time.
Unvoiced law of the land
obeyed lest one
who owns temporary priority
will get mad and deliver hex
upon generations of violator
even if parked car property
of an innocent visitor,
who knew not the space
self relegated to Matthew Scott.
Fifth anniversary of our occupancy
housed within one bedroom apartment
additionally, familiarly, and specifically
known to us as B44
will occur July first
two thousand and twenty two.
Soon after we,
(yours truly and the missus)
moved here first day of seventh month
two thousand and seventeen
both of us unanimously co-opted
select parking space.
For residents at highland manor Apartments
self assigned parking exists here,
and each resident better be conscientious
cuz resulting consequence
(think Monty Python's Flying Circus
forever linkedin courtesy
John Philip Sousa's
'The Liberty Bell' March),
where mean strong arm of law
actually disguised as
animated outsize foot
see https://www.youtube.com
/watch?v=2AxiATxLofk
reaches from out the sky
and crushes wayward miscreant
hence verboten to dare occupy
parking space of another.
Fond memories associated
with me attempting to back into
between painted (occasionally
blurred) lines describing
open ended box,
whereby after umpteen attempts
(after shearing off tire tread
of driver or left passenger side)
amidst guffaws uttered by spouse,
she insists to take over
and backs in with nary a hitch.
Such unspoken accommodation
also prevailed when I happened
to consider myself a perpetual student
and established voluntarily
choosing a catbird seat,
and remaining steadfast sitting
in same chair
(of course I mean only
during time class in session)
throughout the semester.
You awaken and he is gone.
It’s the weekend and he has no work to be done.
He leaves at the break of sunshine.
You don’t know why.
So now you are down with your face in a frown.
What’s up with him you say out loud.
Why does he treat me this way now?
Yet, you still love him you state.
He is the best thing yet you think.
Accordingly, you beautify yourself.
You relax and begin to wait on him.
He usually returns at noon.
You make sure you are in his comfort zone.
This will enable you to know where he is going.
Now it is eleven o’clock and he has not call.
Your thoughts are trouble because he always calls.
Your vibes become strong.
You feel tears form.
You think about all the ups and downs you have had in this relationship.
You know it is time to leave it.
That’s when you said to yourself be patient he will be home soon.
If not, I will be here until he comes.
You hear the door open.
He comes in smoking.
He seems to be stressed.
You don’t dare to address him as he is.
He speaks to you first.
He asked you do you want to make love.
You thought he was trying to make you laugh.
So you laughed and a new chapter begins…
You are looking for a more fulfilling relationship.
You are tired of the negative.
Man want to be abusive – a violator and user.
He does not respect your feelings.
He is a killer of your inner being.
So you find a new way of seeing why woman would turn to a woman.
Same sex you see forthcoming.
As a result,
I want to marry a woman.
But, I am not a lesbian.
I am sexual responsive to beauty in which I want a real sexual experience.
I want out this confusion.
You not aware that you are speaking to him -
Until…
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Written August 19, 2016!
The devil worshippers' son, Albert Simmons,
the Image comic made him antihero Spawn,
became in the CIA a high-ranking officer,
and turned into a competent and cruel killer.
The ace conspirator Strinson succeeded
to burn him to death as he wanted,
and sent him to hell to perish permanently,
where the devil made him a Hellspawn instantly.
With the brutally burnt body in pain,
he eventually returned to earth alive again,
in the form of Violator, a demonic sentry,
with no knowledge of his previous identity.
He wandered in a state of disorientation weary
with the remnants of the aborted memory,
till the time he located Wanda, his lost wife,
who deserted him for a better life.
He was told his powers might get depleted,
and to hell he would return totally divested.
So, in order to perpetuate the strength he got,
for his daring life a new mission he sought.
He performed many antihero escapade actions,
demolished the demon’s domination.
As the society was suffering in the menacing times,
he vowed to fight the criminals of organized crimes.
In the long run, his abode was destroyed to rubble,
he survived, and as he recovered from the trouble,
heard God tell him, Wanda was trapped in hell.
He fought with the Satan and saved her, all was well.
He redeemed his love for her who saw heaven’s glory.
To keep alive her sweet memory,
Spawn persisted to protect the people by his might
from supernatural threats that he thought not right.
_______________
April 27, 2023
Contest : Spawn Variants
Sponsored by : Robert James Liguori
thunder roars all around us
rain has pillaged the Earth in petrichor
trees bend in the wind
and retrieve their stature
only to succumb to yet another burst
two pluviophile's sitting on the balcony
our conversations are mostly absent
from these words
you have taught me the gentle conversation
no need to dig into some dictionary
when love's simplicity beckons
yet she is a sponge
in the language i command
such a lady you are to me
says, what does that mean
i love it when you are a child in hand
i am called to duty
you never bring me to impatience
patience has awarded me beyond my dreams
the jewels i give you dance in your eyes
i just wish, but i cannot go there
the world would only intrude
it is the crown of thorns
my heart silently bears
your air of innocence is something i guard
a wolf leaps from your shadow
with deadly intent
aimed at the throat of any violator
the fate of a pluviophile
lost in the petrichor and you
God must hold a special pity
for me to be so graced
and i have learned from all of this
it is in the aiding of healing
we discover each other
the river's course remains unchained and free
love should be rampant lava
consuming all in its path
a pyroclastic flow that sweeps
two hearts into one
rain praters on while the wind
tosses badinage amok
as the lightning parries above
we retire for a nap in each other's arms
where the wolf in your shadow
is at rest
paradise enow
Abilene The Fate Within
Before the carbon dioxide, is a breath worth taking
We'd be stranded without the pointed fingers of our finest locators
But even hell frozen over would still leave me bound and shaking
You’re a marionettist to this addiction you’re faking
And we’d be stranded without the pointed needles of our cycloidal navigators
But one keeps you grounded and the other pierces through skin, aching
But grip your conscious tightly, before the shift in altitude destroys your decision making
We’d be carrying empty baskets without our greatest negotiators
But I built a safe space in a snowglobe to avoid the weather patterns we’re mistaking
Sedate the numbness to adapt to the emotions overtaking
Between the green and the grave, we’re too fearful without our bravest investigators
I’m receiving messages through the lasting presence I feel when I’m awaking
The way you looked at me before you left was heartbreaking
I’m stranded in this affliction that paints me the perpetrator
And I would trust you with direction but I’m no good at risk-taking
Of all the empty stares and promises that you’ve been forsaking
You’re stranded in thin air behind the eyes of a rule violator
But you don’t have to be under this spell, so painstaking
We don’t have to deteriorate waiting for something else to start peacemaking
#It_starts_with_me_GBV_must_cease
It starts with me, pronto and presto. Call upon my brother from the west, shout for the one in the east and the north and south, the aim is not to survive but to keep fighting, fighting for the vulnerable, the weak and those fear have declared dead already.
For my sister, for your daughter, for every female under the sun. In my war clothes, the rifle in my hand is not for killing but to protect. With these hands of mine, hurting is not on the menu but to raise them in preventing danger to fall upon every girl child, to raise my fist in condemning every act of woman violation
I'm a man, not a beast, not a subject of intimidation, I'm a brother, my sister smile keeper. I'm a husband, not a pain source but a joy and safety creator. I'm a son, a linage of humanity and compassion, a mother's son, a female make
I'm a parent, a guardian, an uncle, a father not an abuser, not a violator, not a fear creator. I'm human, an image of love, humility, humanity, and peace.
My daughter, your sister, our mother are designed to be loved, protected, cherished and honored not to be molested, not killed and raped.
The fight is on, my gloves are off, standing for women against men. The fight is on, Gender Based Violation must cease, it starts with me, here and now
#Poetic_Ink
The Image comic’s antihero Spawn,
born Albert Simmons, devil worshippers' son,
becomes a high-ranking official in the CIA,
and turns into a capable and ruthless assassin.
To burn him to death, conspires Strinson,
who sends him to rot permanently in hell,
where the devil makes him a Hellspawn.
With the brutally burnt body in pain,
he eventually comes back to earth alive again,
as a demonic sentinel, called Violator,
without having knowledge of his previous identity.
He wanders in a state of bewilderment weary
with the remnants of the failed memory,
till the time he locates his lost wife, Wanda.
When he is told his powers may get depleted,
and to hell he will return divested,
in order to perpetuate his strength,
he seeks for his life a new mission,
performs many antihero escapade actions,
fights the criminals of organized crimes,
demolishing the demon’s domination.
In the long run, his abode is bombed,
he survives, and on revival, hears God as dog tell,
Wanda is trapped in hell.
So, he fights the Satan and saves her,
redeems his love for her who goes to heaven later.
In her memory, Spawn persists to protect the people
from the forces of supernatural danger.
_______________
March 30, 2023
Contest : Spawn
Sponsored by : Robert James Liguori
Let me tell you straight-up that I been in too many relationships where the sex was
not about fulfillment, therefore, I do not want to deal with the stressors.
You see I need a certain man to take me as I am even when I am in my mood swings.
The frustrated points, the agony in wanting, and the denial of desires unfulfilled is
nothing more than incompatibility.
I do not like being under pressure.
My mind, my body, my soul are not interweaved.
These are three different aspects my man must perceive to conceive.
I do not need a war zone in that this occurs when you lie about who you are.
A domestic violator from herein is palpable.
You see I want to be a whole person.
Do not meddle my mind.
Do not deny my body the enjoyment it desires.
Do not play in that we are of the same vibes.
I just want a lover that realizes that I am his to cultivate.
He is there to soul mate.
Insofar as we may part eventually, he will be forever a part of me.
Please understand.
I merely intend for love and happiness to win.
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Penned February 25, 2015!