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all the king's men

All the king's men 

Looking at the photo of over-rich people they do look, quite normal except their lives are not
I think it is worse, long and boring days punctuated by the perches of another luxury 
Objects like yachts go to sea and get bored and after days, birth the damn thing out of sight, buy a car that doesn’t need a driver and can fly as well
To be wealthy to the point one has nothing sensible to do is bad for the well-being of man Except Elon Musk who is manically busy with Everything and politics
When other oligarchs fall in line behind the new king, Elon Musk follows his own plan, perhaps dethrone the king, take the rain, and carry until 
He goes too far and challenges God to a duel
On Mars

Hope is a bastard

It’s barbaric thorns rip and shred
Screaming without a whisper 
Every lead meanders to a frayed not
Scratching and scraping the numb
Drowning on the air
Kneeling as it command me to stand
Sadness withers in its face
Fear bathed in its beauty
Want shakes it’s head in derision 
In the darkness it glimmers like a candle sprayed with wind
Always near but never close enough
In the eyes of the lost it cowers
whispers of never to be
Life’s favourite joke
always less than more
laughing manically at you as you crumble
at its feet on the floor

Well-Lit Powers

Too much enlightenment
with not enough empowerment
depresses me to feel isolated
and surrounded by self-impressed fools,
like me
or against me.

Too much empowerment
with not enough enightenment
anticipates
and advocates
and avidly endorses
narcissistic egocentrism
for my individual self
and
manically unrealistic 
anthrosupremacist
Other Otherers

Super Patriarchal-Capitalist powers
against Earth's
and polycultural EarthTribe's resilient
self-organizing 
health and wealth care

Long-term 
indigenous wisdom potential
for healthiest RightHemisphere 
felt co-empathically empowered
and wealthiest LeftHemisphere 
verbally enlightened

For great grand future regenerators
of all secular ergodic 
sacred synergetic
cooperatively greased relationships

Reducing trauma for squeaky,
curious
compassionate future 
multiculturing secular 
LeftYang diversity
inter-religious sacred 
RightYintegrity
pre/re balancing generations

Of transcendent 
co-invested 
wealthy and wise storytellers, 
co-empathically enlightened;
and cooperatively healthy 
ecofeminist 
history makers, 
impressively co-empowered.

If You Are Repulsed

Not one iota of my being wants to be socialized
My feet dance to my own music; 
If you want to try and keep up
I am not stopping you
Better take caffeine pills though
I do

I am the one your mother warned you about
Which is probably why you run after me
Trying to put my light in your jar
I will break that jar and some of your fingers
If you try to change me in any way
I am me forever

If you are delighted by me, I will be your friend
If you are repulsed, I shall chase you
Laughing manically

Don'T

Don't let them see us
tremble! – it is what
they want.  Don't let
them drink our tears of
sorrow...it will prompt
them to create more  
heartbreak tomorrow. let 
them hear, loud and clear,
of our definitive resolve – 
we will not be divided
and scattered – these
Marxist, racist scum,
will also pay, here on earth,
long before they reach the
fires of hell....

(Lunatics With Power)

Soros, and his sponsoring
of Marxist, soulless DA's and Judges – 
The squad, Pelosi's Luciferic Compatibles – 
Time to Exorcise such swine, from their
sties of luxury, and into the pens of 
our America Justice system, the very
same pens, they have manically emptied,
spilling criminal content back onto 
the streets of our society, to
victimize our Nation's innocence  – 

Vote them out!
And then, Prosecute!

Gray Pillar Leg

Outside of town 
a cluster of circus people 
were clanging stakes into summer's ground.

It was a lively event:
with a sequined lion tamer
heavily muscled trapeze artists
the smell of cheap carnival food
and watered down drinks.
A stuffed Sabre-toothed cat was paraded in a cage.
While a chimp blew kisses to bubble popping music.
Clowns and sparkling ladies 
manically smiled between everything...

I was sitting home that night.
Thinking about the gentle gray giant 
Who'd given rides to children all night.  
Without a break or complaint..
Slowly walking her tiny circle of misery,
Sadly, chewing away on something unseen.

After the performers took a victory lap...
I watched the elephant handler-fingering his cash.
Within the grand shadow of Viola his meal ticket...
Metal hook flashing from the loop in his pants

I'd contributed a link to that thick chain
around Viola's gray pillar leg...
That was the last circus I would ever attend.

Politician Vs Statesman

Not to feel empty
one must constantly feed
the savage pangs of power – 

It is a hunger insatiable...

whose members, a soulless tribe,
lacing their opposing arrows
with venoms of fear, envy
and false claims of racism – 

no true emotional investment
in their themes, – simply rhetoric,
designed to sickly take-down and 
not healthfully propagate – the only 
count mattering to them are the 
tallies: how much and how
many, the sum of each manically
crafted victory...while losing 
more ground of self,
hand in hand 
with the Devil
of the day....

Now That I Am Older

morning cartoons
Dad laughed manically
now that I am older, I get it.

Hunger Preys

an old ripped tarp argues with the wind
the NO TRESPASSING sign trembles
an underdressed scare crow ‘crazy dances”
mocking a city dweller manically hailing a cab
the warmth of the red barn lies to the field mice
offers only the emptiness of progress
sad hollow hope of grain-less silos
silent feathers watch as hunger preys
upon the return of every sunrise
an old ripped tarp argues with the wind 


©1/20/2019

Masochistic Personality

In this room, just you and I
No lucky witnesses. Isolated
I want my punishment, give it to me good
Violate me, desecrate me, make me yours
I'm the byproduct of the covet you created
I need the friction, humiliation
Please squeeze the essence out of me
Bury me, I need you to smother me
Screaming out, I'm addicted
In a hot sweat, body restricted
Tasting your body, a sense of elation
Nobody can break the fixation
Chain me like an animal, mark me
Desecration, your my lewd aggressor
You sure know how to please my addiction
This bliss affection is what I was missing
Gratification through temptation sensation
Masochistic, an excess of impulse pouring
My head in a state of vertigo, looking up with pervertigo
Thrilled, discharging the accumulated excitement
Spasm euphoria 
No judgment here
Be my puppeteer, I'm in your hands
Own me, take me, sedate me, accept me
Enforce your supremacy
Manically clinging to the introspection
Masochistic personality

Transfer of Energy

I’ve scrawled it all down-

but this crumpled paper reveals nothing. 

It’s still in the air. Buzzing around me.

Pulling at me from the corners of the room.

Testing my boundaries. 

I want to run; I know there’s nowhere I can

go where it cannot follow. 

Pieces of my “art” desecrate my manically cleaned
wood floor. 

I’ve destroyed a piece of myself again,

that I’ll never get back. 

Letters at my feet shout their dispute up

at me. 

My spine shivers with the energy of the temper

they held. 

I’m grieving for
my hate. 

It had to go somewhere. 

-James Kelley 2018

Me the Infant, Translation of Pierre Emmanuel's L'Enfant Moi By T Wignesan

Me the infant, Translation of Pierre Emmanuel’s L’Enfant moi by T. Wignesan

The infant a stranger to me who grew up poet
You whom he missed even in his sleep
He who had to disinter himself upon waking
Every day in his quest with increasing effort

He who had not known your breast nor lap
Manically he sought your odour in bed clothes
Sniffed under the covers your sphinge haïr
And searched every bush for your mystic antrum

In vain forgot blackness of breasts in death
More avidly survives the memory of your milk
Longer I live more the haunting infant pleases me
When the eternel Night projects her by the threshold

At death the infant’s visited by the maternal shadow
Dissociated as two blue perfect globular moons

Note : Original rhyme schème of sonnet : 
      abba cddc effe gh)

( from Sophia, O.C. t. II, p. 348) 
© T. Wignesan – Paris, October 15, 2014

When Monsters Cry

When the monsters cry




monsters cry for their own

monsters cry for their sins

monsters cry of pain

monsters cry and laugh manically

monsters cry for all the deaths

monsters cry for living

monsters cry not for death but for themselves they pity

monsters cry over again

monsters cry while they feed

monsters cry in their hearts

they cant cry their demons!
Well their crying now you humans

Tragically

Tragically

Cold piano keys
Cool and heavy
Beneath my fingertips
Smashing chords
My feeling erupts
Its voice a deep octave
I blame you
I blame me
I waited patiently
The melody picks up
Manically
The chords belt out
Powerfully
It isnt about what we choose
Life demands us
To do things we dont want to do
Pinning us into corners
Where we either live or die
Sometimes you choose life
Because its hard to die
Our hearts scream childish truth
We rely on our minds
Love behaves irrationally
It asks us to love tragically.

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Leaf Shadows Dancing

Leaf shadows 
Manically dancing
Mincing moonlight 
Into myriad motes…
Montages of mystery
Upon which
Reality floats..

Leaf shadows dancing
Withdrawing…
Advancing…
Rivulets retreating
Neath prows
Of night’s boats

Swiftly sketched…
and as swiftly erased
By leaves and limbs
Leaving no trace…
The artistic trees
One would suppose
Have only need
Of light and shadows

Palette imbued only 
With black and white…
Colors of lonely
Hints of  light
Leaf shadows capering,
carelessly, capriciously

Cast upon canvas
…Of moonlit night…

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