Snatched away by a mock role.
Despair not.
Discard innocence — a troublesome memory disassociates.
Time recursively scrolls the memory:
Trying / Failing.
When was it lost?
In the combined turbulence
of the intersecting visual produced by
the mind’s perception of reality and self through eyes.
Caught thinking, dreaming:
“What is sleep?"
"I can’t know sleep — who is she?"
"I know she sounds ugly."
"I love sleep, but she doesn’t love me for real.”
Being seen through by another,
yet receiving recognition.
Redemption is still always possible.
Humanity doesn’t have to be some chimerical tragedy.
Alchemic deals made in belligerence,
producing mercurial blood.
Of A Mocking Symbolic Justice’s Statue
Blindfolded justice,
Can’t symbolize equity
With unbalanced scales:
Such a torching mockery:
Blinding out democracy:-
Blinding justice
To unbalance equity,
Mocks democracy:
Poor humanity blinded
By such unjust mockery:-
A smirk ghosts
by torn lips
razored puce
and throbbing wild
to fire a fusillade
of mortar murmurs
armed with fangs
honed in cauldrons
belching molten words
to palsy the gainsay
of jesters
who scarify and behead
bliss.
A word or two about my view of the politicians
we presumably put in positions of power
hobbyists bought and paid for under the table
catering to manipulating lobbyists by the hour
where saying nothing yet flapping their gums
offending no one when sitting on the fence
doing naught but wagging their tongues
and all the while protesting their innocence
dodging the bullet by ducking the question
avoiding the topic with digression
self-serving landing votes with glad-handing
fingers firmly crossed behind the back
conscience-free they sleep well at night
there's nothing (short of gun) can be done to keep them on track
those more than a few who are quite literally
caught red-handed with their pants down
making a mockery of you and me
should be tarred feathered and run out of town
The girl, new, fresh;
wandered innocently
through the mockery;
the type the English
are so fond of building.
Fronds of false friendship
brushed against her virgin skin
leaving seeds of doubt
within her delicate folds,
to be harvested;
in time.
She was tempted
by the alluring,
plump, red fruit;
whose juices now mingled
with her blood
upon the thousand
tiny cuts
their barbs had made.
And as she walked
the brambles
rustling whispers
of deceit
followed in her shadow.
She quickly turned around
to find
a glorious array
of Gladioli
their bright colors
embroidered by the sun;
in the breeze
bobbing their approval.
Three men sit in a room.
One is incredibly smart.
Another has common sense.
The third has only a pen, a mirror, and the irksome desire to be profound.
He, I am sure, is the poet.
Less than flattering waistline
mocks ever-thinning hairline
Disappearing gray matter
makes head look even fatter
Over square miles a unique surgeon
In the West African sub-region:
Clearly,the tower in their region;
Names of the other knives in dungeon...
"Daddy,will I ever be like John
Now and again in Germany's Bonn ?"
But surgeon is facing religion
And religion: "I'll defeat you, John:
For you,surely,coming with legion,
Which shall never fail to you bludgeon"
It's surgery for delivery
To The Church's Christ's needless mockery.
I saw Bill Boniface
With a matching bony face
That could make one do a race
To disappear without trace!
Boniface womanizer:
Vocation, vulcanizer …
And women check profession!
Against future Recession;
Also, Facial Appearance
For Bed-Time Love Surveillance …
So, Boniface, where are we?
Whatever I say agree:
Faultless Plastic Surgery
To contain The Mockery …
And Goodbye to god Vulcan,
Because you know that you can!
Tongue is sharpened by stiff disdain;
using insult that causes pain.
Like a dagger that cuts the vein
which victim’s heart cannot contain
for ridicule and scorn remain.
Damn those boys, those idiots, who,
with psychedelic lights flashing on blank faces
nurse their drinks, slowly caress glasses,
joke crudely with their friends —
while I yearn.
Damn you, you cowards, who,
refuse to develop contact
who hide in dark corners
who sit on high bar stools
who tear out my heart —
without knowing.
The biggest mockery of what couples have one other told,
Impressing a play acting, very bold
To conceal some sure, future bickering
From a supportive solemn gathering.
Spouses once dying to see each other’s nudity
Now abhor each other’s faces,
The other one an outright oddity
That looks a bit tolerable behind laces…
A time Satan proves himself more profound
Than his shallow critics could ever imagine,
Himself taking as duty-bound
To install between partners the widest margin.
It’s an interrupted journey on the marital highway,
A keeping of a connubial affair at bay:
A once blossoming cooperation
Giving way to life-long separation.
Divorce, the fullest licence gives to either party
To openly crush one’s lips against a new Sweetie’s,
Even with one’s Ex embarrassingly nearby;
An asking of “Hot Tears” to stand by.
See the crying of the poet,
I think he's angry at the mowatt.
He finds it hard to see the troll,
Overshadowed by the tiny sausage roll.
Who is that hating near the Trump?
I think she'd like to eat the diffusion pump.
She is but a yellow abbess,
Admired as she sits upon a labus.
Her cold car is just a snot,
It needs no gas, it runs on lot.
She's not alone she brings a Bible,
a pet snake, and lots of geibel.
The snake likes to chase a God,
Especially one that's in the assad.
The poet shudders at the painful catholic
He want to leave but she wants the non-catholic.
They stumble and fell,
Before a mighty wind.
The whole realm of hell
Came down from heaven.
In a blinding moment
of unity, the world ignites.
The force of discouragement
Surface with human rights.
The bitter spark we attract
Flames ablaze set alight.
Holy Fire out of the rock
Angels and demons’ delight.
When we stumble and fall
Into snares of mockery traps.
The temptation is a rallying call
To see believers’ collapse.
Shame is more potent
Then the battle of the mind,
Losing ground before penitent
Takes a firmer stand.
There is no better enemy than ones’ loving family and friends
For it is they who know all the ifs' and where your troubles begin
No need to look outward but to only look within
The company of those that surprisingly come to mind
They who come around you either often or all the time
They say they’ll support and stand by You _ thick or thin
Truth is they’re only present _ to glorify your end
How else will they assure you’ll see their smirky sideways grin.
You’re prepared for your foes to come from where __ who really knows?
You know only heaven can tell what evils can compel
The force of ill-fate for you to partake
From their greed, jealousy, and hate
They’re astounded by your struggles, your turmoil, and your woes.
All the pleasure earned and reaped by no better foes
Strange isn’t it that when you crawl out from under your bed
No voices of cheers but sneers and jeers heard in its’ stead
Ridicule and mockery, should haves and could haves ...
If I’d known better; I surely would have _
Not confide in most of those around me.
For the last thing, I need _ is a better enemy.
!!!W10-09-20
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