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The Moon’s Yellow Eyes
After: The King in Yellow by Robert Chambers
Situations righted by the assassination in Sheepshead Bay (alibied with difficulty under earth’s single moon), I curl up on the windowsill hissing at the pallid orb. Oh how, I long for my planet, Carcosa. I lick the remaining human poison from my claws. Yes, man-made poison, but I, I am the one who delivers— population control.
Wilde, my mate, our transformed intermediary, brushes my coat. I purr. How oddly complacent Wilde has become. Once, he too walked on four legs. After our arrival on Earth and his change (We thought the change would regrow the ear I tore from him in his last life—) my mate became no more than a castrato. I do regret the torture which deprived him of two fingers on his right hand. (It made his job more difficult.) But, discipline was necessary.
the pestle crushes
poison white snakeroot:
yellow eyes shine
Well, why am I telling you this? To that I would say, why not? Who on earth would believe a cat could talk?
The feline form has advantages in espionage. A petted and pampered puss can lure the reticent, overhear the loud-mouthed, two-footed, earthly baboons—with cunning, obtain information no human in their right mind would divulge to an enemy. As valet, advisor, disciplinarian to Wilde (and he to the earthlings), my position abides, a mere slap and tickle from the throats of power. My teeth, neck piercing weapons of choice; my claws scimitars of death drip with the blood of masters.
One more night out. Wilde cat-like licks the scar on his damaged hand and stares at the invitation stamped with the Presidential seal. One more night, sweet puss and the reign of The Yellow King will begin.
Published by Illumen 2016
The train has left the station
Tracks are perfectly aligned
Destination straight ahead
To uncover the divine
All knowledge is possesses-able
Nothing is out of reach
No pit stops allowed
As the elite gain and teach
...science...
When did science become TRUTH
And research become fact
Like little lab rats, we follow
Only to carry words upon our backs
Words that break and mar spirit
Destroy empathy and connection
Wandering in our cages
For proof of justice to incite an insurrection
...of choice...
Obviously, man must be controlled
By entities who proclaim divinity
Yes, man has been stupid
But immortal isn't infinity
When LOVE has fully come
And knowledge put in its place
Man shall kneel, willingly
Because humility provides grace
...to stand...
Written by Trudy Schrader on 01-23-2025
Did you ever wonder about how is it that humankind harbors hatred
Did you ever wonder about how did life become so accursed
Why does Man, with darkness, does be acquainted
About how and when to the devil, did be acquiesce
Hatred does root from Man's heart
Sometimes it snatches away his comfort
With hatred he does become obsessed
For only hatred, in his heart, has been amassed
Yes, Man is now ruled by his own ego
Never shall he accept to bend
For his wants only shall he care to stand
Never even bothering whether he does put others in great sorrow
Hatred does cause millions of people to be killed
Hatred does cause the devil to be thrilled
For with Man's hatred for his own likes does he feed
Yes, even if such does cause Man's blood to bleed
Hatred does cause Man to keep his distance
Away from those who do love him, he does be a monster
Not even does he believe in goodness
Not even does he believe that life, without hatred, would have been better!
Hatred can lead Man to cause great destruction
Not only to himself but to all those who surround him
Never shall be believe that he does bask in confusion
Believing that only he does exist, that towards himself, none has the right to desist
Hatred can ruin each and everyone
Pray, fall not into hatred's trap
It is all a ploy of the devil
The devil being but the one who wishes to see Man fall
Fall not for such crap
Life, without love, is all dark and gloomy
Life, with hatred, is like a dark road
At every corner, there does be, a most powerful enemy!
6 March 2015
Yes man,
no man,
we all pray for Uncle Sam,
hoping he would bump a Jam,
swim a river,
break a Dam,
fake a figure,
feed a clam.
No man...
Yes What?
We were here when we were young,
why should you be here and glum?
Take a smile,
and eat a plumb,
fresh as ever,
does well in rum...
But when I came I was on the run!
Doin' tricks that weren't so tough,
but I had to eat,
and I had to bluff.
That is wrong,
and that is bad!
We stay here and we are glad,
you are fresh,
the mud of the bath-
do me hard and hope for a cast,
Clooney, Sheen, and Pitt the rad,
do me hard so that I can bat,
swing for the the fence-
cat at the rat-
and retort the facts...
A beautiful chance to smoke out my snack.
Lullaby Slam
Chris boy you wanna be the man.
You must like getting your lights punched in
You are lucky I am your greatest fan
Anyways, 30-year-old poet baby.
I will take it easy on your first spam slam
This occurs with a warning, burning Canadian bacon
Let's take this down to MY Dr. Seuss level
I will draw our first run as sweet as I can
I'd hate to see you crapping like a child
Reading, yes man PD I can
I was going to slam you where it hurt,
after reading all your dirty dirt.
Every mother knows how to take a baby out
Give it warm milk, to tap his ass to sleep
Alternatively, I will milk my way into your dreams
Making you scream
Here's a Lullaby slam to pass you out
I could provoke a military round
But what fun would that be to bring you down
This will not get any justice, from your disgrace
This lullaby slam is to knock you unconscious
For yippee yapping, in my face
Slamming you crazy * does not sound right
Are you really bored, you keep me up all night
You require me to put my P.D. Mask back on
Perhaps tomorrow I will slam you till the night is gone
At this point, time and moment
I will only sting like a bee
To see if you come after me
You might have seen this one before
With the pleasure of making you crawl
For more
I will remain here in the soup
Waiting for you to join in
I will wait to see your next move
Hopefully, I do not suffer from waiting long
Chris-baby tomorrow is another day.
Before I depart, I left you a bottle of warm milk
On this page, for you to drink before you read
Nite, Nite!
Nice baby!
(FUN)
This is the wife’s rejoinder to my earlier post – HUSBAND. Of course, both are written with male and female perspectives and are a figment of my imagination.
I thought I married a scrupulous, true gentleman,
how did he ever become a sly, conniving ‘yes’ man?
When did he ever buy me a real precious stone?
All he does is buy the cheapest American clone
My husband believes he’s as funny as they come
I humour him all along, in front of his adoring mom
He thinks he wears the proverbial pants at home
I let him be, as long as he is willing to stay home
Not that his company is preferable to that of women
Once outside, at women he’ll gawk, men will be men
All his show and admittance of love is just a farce
Most men are narcissistic and selfish, love is scarce
I had expressed many a time my undying love for him
He says I am a good actor, and I should do well in a film
He’s romantic though, but always at the wrong time
His spirits, high during dinner, are out before bedtime
Let me say the most truthful thing ever, however
The truth that takes root, lasts in our heart forever
Neither man nor woman is complete in all aspects
Only together they can be complete in all respects
mbfarookh
Man to man
Is so unjust how men suffer
Yes man is the problem of man
Remember one man poison
Is another man food
So who is my friend
Yes who shall i trust
Man betray man
Man kill man
Man make man a slave
Man is jealous too
Is so unjust how men suffer
Man is greedy
Man is powerful yet
Power intoxicate a man
Man is the reason why man cry
Man to man
Is so unjust how men suffer
If only man respect man
Wars will be gone
If man is honest to man
Progress will never disappear in life
If man don’t manipulate man
Men will develop with the truth
If only man respect man
The evils of our generation will be abomination
Man is king
Man is powerful yet
The reason why
man die young relates with
Man to man
With measured words, he speaks his mind,
A sage and thoughtful leader, one of a kind.
He listens deeply, with ears that hear,
Not to respond, but to understand, and calm the fear.
His vocabulary is sparse, yet rich in meaning,
Three words suffice: "yes" or "no", his heart keeps beating.
He stands by principle, unwavering and strong,
No mere yes-man, he speaks truth, right where he belongs.
With gentle hands, he guides, he teaches, and leads,
By example, he shows the path, where wisdom proceeds.
He respects his family, with love and with care,
Supporting his children, and his wife, with a love that's fair.
A defender of what's right, he stands tall and true,
Unwavering in his convictions, through all he'll do.
He doesn't crave acceptance, nor validation from the crowd,
His self-worth rooted deep, in values that he's proud.
He keeps his head above the noise, a steady hand,
A rock of wisdom, in a world that's often lost in sand.
He doesn't gossip, nor engage in petty strife,
But speaks with facts, and stands for truth, for life.
He's a man of integrity, with a heart that's pure,
A leader who inspires, with a spirit that's sure.
He's not swayed by emotions, nor driven by desire,
But guided by reason, and a sense of what's right and true, he aspires.
He's a protector, a provider, a guiding light,
A safe haven in the storm, a beacon in the night.
He's a man of honor, with a word that's his bond,
A promise kept, a commitment strong.
He's a wise and noble soul, with a heart that's kind,
A leader who serves, with a spirit that's aligned.
He's not seeking power, nor wealth, nor fame,
But living with purpose, with a sense of what's truly gained.
He's a man of wisdom, a leader, a guide,
A beacon of hope, in a world that's often lost inside.
He teaches by example, with a heart that's pure,
A wise and noble soul, forever secure.
Man
A word so small but huge with emotions, stress but you have to tag along
So creative yet so blind
So loving yet so abusive
So manipulative, lying and cheating in a sensible way yet so emotional
Man, a family, love, respect yet so arrogant
An ear, shoulder to lean on and encouraging
But a killer in a leopard skin
Man, very smooth talking creature
A smile that turn to sorrows and pain
Oh man the creator of a woman through bone yet so conniving like an on-going headache
A comfort, protector and a free ride yet park station in terms of feelings, care and emotions
Confusion, misinterpretation, Father, uncle, husband yet a rapist
Man, oh man
A fighter, a role model yet cruel
An adviser, a friend yet so jealous in a mannerly way
A hell sender like terminal disease
Man yes man, man oh man
Form:
Man needs woman to fill the empty space.
To comfort without hesitation.
To share gentle hands and their tender trace,
And love without wanton adulation.
To stand strong with their own thoughts, defiant
And be independent with their wishes.
Give their heart, never their soul compliant,
And end the soft lighted day with kisses.
Yes, man needs a woman of inner strength,
A companion to walk each road as one.
Travel the dire way no matter the length,
And measure each day under the sun.
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To hold a woman of strength through time,
For her to find your love worthy, sublime.
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9/5/15
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