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A TRUMP TRAVESTY
Under the volcano
over the moon
Polar infinities
birthing the doom
Hearing the thunder
minotaur’s freed
Wandering inside us
— killing the dream
(The New Room: July, 2024)
im playing cards with pandora
and she’s bleeding her hand
its so painfully obvious
i see her grand plan,
because calamities hit a set
and she’s feeling alright
but theres one card left
im holding hope tonight
and its hope which
keeps me in this game,
im bankroll backed
no matter the pain
that might come
from losing it all
im in too deep
not prepared to fall
the scripture clearly indicates
what one should do in this place
step 1
admit you’re powerless
you cant fight demons which dont exist
step 2
find someone who
can save you and set your free
step 3
give up again,
find your god and pray to them
step 4
im getting tired of this
pray for strength to resist
temptations which prick and poke
nerve endings, sending signals
to the brain, wanting more
needing pain,
write it down, find where it hurts
tell us all how you’re the worst
step 5
step 6
step up
who gives a
you wont resist
until your hope ceases to exist
PANDORA
Some may shrug and call it a fairytale
But many then and now, believe it true
The first human woman called Pandora
Made as a beautiful evil with silver aura
Created by Zeus as retribution was due
For the gift of fire that had left its trail
It was intended that few men could cope
A curse on humanity was thus conceived
And Hermes gave her a shameless mind
Lies and deceit to spread among mankind
A jar or box, of plagues she also received
When opened, all that remained was hope
everyone thinks yours is just another Eve story
the first woman
punished for desiring knowledge
and for disobedience
but people forget you were created by the gods
as a gift of revenge for men,
all beauty and mischief–
no, not ‘and’
but ‘therefore’:
it’s boring to be bait:
after a minimal amount of effort and imagination
to maximize god-given qualities
(the male sexual response being far from complex,
this was far from challenging)
what is there?
it’s not easy to be satisfied with attracting men
as a raison d’être–
so that’s why.
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As a punishment for the possession of fire, Zeus ordered that a beautiful woman be made and given to mankind–she was named Pandora, ‘the gift of all’. Each of the gods had given her some quality that would prove ruinous to man. In one version, these ‘gifts’ were her incredible beauty, her goodness, and her youthful, shy, demeanour, which alone destroyed man for their power to distract and delight. In another version, the gods put the ‘gifts’ in a box and forbid her to open it.
There's been an awful lot of talk
about that box. I have some doubt,
I never saw you touch that lock.
There's been an awful lot of talk.
It does not help that you should walk,
and leave me here to think about
an awful lot of ugly talk.
About that box, I have no doubt!
Originally posted 09/16/21
Revised 08/22/2022
Checked with howmanysyllables.com
Some rocks you don’t turn over
some tales you never tell
Some lights you never throw the switch
—some broth you never chill
(Dreamsleep: August, 2022)
The HIGH hope/ Financial FREEDOM
There one meets oneself
To offer everything
You lost it, you lose yourself
To bring it
It runs and goes round
It's silent and makes sound
Wanna make full mama purse
I am dying for it to get bless
The wise say Freedom is not free
the wise is me
But financial freedom is Pandora's tree
To grow wild, to be the shade and shadow
Setting the mark to look up and below
The love of money lets faded my purity
And not having it puts me on the casket of inferiority
I die today to rise above tomorrow
To share the tear, to clear Mama's sorrow
To have a bunch of it, I will set myself for the death raw
I felt like a garbage collector standing on the corner
Hustling so hard money for the shower
Our life is fitly when the hope is up
Am the man of the hour and rise above the crap
liberation operating eternally Unfolding a world of light
bright ideas no penny to start lost gaze in the sight
Am gonna be alright ….
Cause financial freedom is the hope
Cause that's the trophy I want to cope
Dope hope...the imagination of empty poke
On display, million dollar vessel in canal's sunk tide
Tucked away, among mangrove mud clotted denial
Puce pearl oily oyster tender is tenebrous, enduring
Glorified twilit stygian tomb stratum, fruit forbidden
Subtly shell punctured soluble beach, myriad shards
Enigmatic still with wetness' enhance, violet invites
Transferral from rigorous guard to transfixed vouyer
Probing unknown, chin agitated by revelation's rush
Patron wary of sandbar swayed by his colossal wake
Thaumaturge paramour aperture, a mollusc's burrow
Gasp, splutter, passage - sanctum, envelop and cove
Obstinate bow, depth sounding judge of her operandi
Taste bud enticement taramasalata melt into biscuit
Stalwart Steersman, sweet repertoire most romantic
Whale taming fables embrocate mute hearts smooth
Pourboire urges matinee performance, raised salutes
Second March
- set sail on money seas -
Reconcile from reality, - enjoyable voyage!
Pandora you said...
(Pandora you called me)
and I wonder if you knew
that of all things set loose
Hope remained intact,
in the box full of evil things.
Pandora,a lass with 'all gifts'
Let curiosity take her a step toofar,
When mankind's evil flew from her jar-
Only hope,inside,was to remain
Released,it's relief,to ease pain.
There's been an awful lot of talk
about that box. I have some doubt,
I never saw you touch that lock.
There's been an awful lot talk.
It doesn't help that you should walk,
and leave me here to think about
an awful lot of ugly talk.
About that box, I have no doubt!
Pandora’s library is an eclectic group of gorgeous well-loved things
Dragons, gargoyles, faeries, fantasy books that lead to diamond rings
There is a whimsy and cherished feeling that cannot be denied,
For within Pandora lives her inner child, with a smile wide
Pandora is ageless, this coffee mug collector, who loves her books.
Missives of romance and poetry. some collected for their pretty looks.
She has a shelf of her childhood picture books also, from her mother.
She has not kept any missives selected by her blood-thirsty brother.
Her world is upside down fun, enthusiasm on a pogo stick.
She keeps herself alive and well, and lays fantasy on rather thick.
Her library guardians - gargoyles and dragons, come along at night
She will be sneak reading next to this bookshelf with a red flash light
Yes, under the fluffy bed covers, she can often be found.
Not making a peep, not making a sound
Remembering how often she had to sneak, book-bound
As she read well into the night, when her folks were around.
Pandora’s Box is opened by a carnival queen
Her skin of berry and cinnamon enable her
Propelling her forward in an insatiable way
A daffodil orb appears within a magnolia tree’s sight
There is a special feeling in the fragrant air
Which reeks of persimmon and pumpkin
A magical moment which goes unseen
By those who do not believe in mystical beings
For they cannot see or fathom Pandora’s Box
Or observe the queen, who is now surrounded by doves.
No if in fact truth be told
On the contrary
Not only am i not only drowning
I am floating aboard a bubble
Whilst simultaneously both airing
and cleaning out my laundry
And don't forget as i am still
a serving politician
Say and throw whatever you
wish but mudd don't stick
As mudd is thicker than water
When it comes to independent
inquests resided over by
The keeper of the secret skeletal
key's locked inside pandoras closet
box or cupboards
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