Systemic Strain Part II
Proof that survival is an art outline,
And you paint it daily with any scraps
They embark you.
They monitor your struggles without seen
In the prototype of the broken appliances
Behind it.
The group blame the person
Instead of the patterns.
They call it "Personal "
Responsibility ".
When it's genuinely Systemic Sabatoge.
But you-
You trudge with a spine that recalls everytime
You bent and still didn't quit.
You speak with a voice that carries the
Parroting of every barrier lifted.
And you say it plain, loud enough for the
Block to hear:
This tautness ain't mine
This fault ain't mine
This fight was allotted to me by a system
That never cultivated how to hold its own
Bulk.
I'm not the Crack.
I'm the pressure point.
I'm the vocal cords that named the real culprit
And to carry it's shame declines.
that loud obnoxious laugh
was parroting my own
movie theater erupted in silence
embarrassing
Parroting the scriptures,
won many admirers,
on the cocktail circuit
but offered not the taste,
of truth the words affirmed.
Parroting the scriptures,
trapped soul in lower mind,
afraid to walk the talk,
interpreting symbols,
held in rigid belief.
Parroting the scriptures,
failed to erase heart’s fear,
since there was talk of sin,
wrath of an unknown god
and a deep sense of guilt.
Parroting the scriptures,
then discarding this crutch,
rekindling innocence,
the childlike heart blossomed,
becoming love and light.
Picasso said
Art is a paradox
It is a lie
That makes us realize the truth
I think
It can further be said
That art
Is the form of life
And also
The sound and color of life
Let’s allow silence to propel
Magnetism that pervades our form
Know oh hermit, that all is well
Plunge into this benign bliss storm
Doing nothing, quieten mind
Let’s allow silence to propel
Our life pulse, free from ego’s bind
Bids erst fears and desires farewell
We’re in bondage to illusion
Parroting scriptures, we worship
Let’s allow silence to propel
Making love sublime our flagship
Vaporise, that bliss beats may rise
Grace in-pours from our fontanel
We’re living light! What a surprise
Let’s allow silence to propel
13-May-2023
The wings blemish on the laminate panel.
The zany suit shudders at dainty muscle.
Sparkling splashes on abhorring emerge.
Brainless spirits shine over despot spurge.
Ill-mannered standards have been strengthened.
Wood chips were deployed to line neurally connected.
Despite laying the fault, she sparkles brilliantly.
Spitefulness, which to boot inclines daintily.
Extreme squalls will expect to be accused.
Humankind real pith has been frustrated.
Scorn and zeal linger at the core of tyranny.
Their pride makes the thin children hungry.
Tyrants grin as they savor their liquor.
Parroting raw decrees to the unhearing slicker.
Written: November 16, 2021
I am sorry I can no longer respect your hue
Since you have succumbed to Q-Anon
Parroting most stupid conspiracy theories
Since the Trump train you jumped on
And adopted a jaundiced view of our history
Believing The Donald's outrageous lies
Crediting to him outlandish deeds
And planting false social media seeds.
I wonder what is happening in your brain
Has it become hardened against the truth
Are you with insurrectionists who rioted
Since jumping on the crazy Trump train?
I wish there was no red line between us
For I remember those wonderful days
When we used to laugh over a few drinks
Alas, no more since you changed your views.
Perhaps, in coming days it will be different
And we can become friends once more
Our country, our culture, our society
Will be a better place, that's for sure,
In the meantime I'll remember you kindly
And wish for you the very best
But I cannot respect the road you've taken
That has gotten us into this god-awful mess.
written September 6, 2021
By George P. Lumayag
https://georgelumayag.weebly.com/
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The control they had on me has cease to be,
yet still hold influence over the community,
whom believe with ease a belief of me,
I feel what they feel is felt for unity.
An ideal theory understood with ease,
of a stranger unknown nobody sees,
what's heard is heard and is all they receive,
the parroting parrot parroting thoughtlessly agrees.
Too disagree would isolate the leaf from the tree,
both trunk and branches would therefore look down on thee,
arguing a difference where only indifference breeds,
never flipping it 180 to a view with clarity.
People think they know me yet question my story,
can't explain the happenings acknowledge mystery,
but they certainly do judge me true despite uncertainty,
ignore my every word, they cause more damage than they see.
Ashamed like a tree
by the wind bent
angry like the wind
that did the bending
neither I or my friend
could remember
the words in the poem
we had read.
On the cruelty of
the assignment
mulling in bed
wouldn't composing
be better than
the parroting?
But at nine decided
would best go sleep
and the adults obey.
Astonished
on awaking next day
every word
had surfaced to my head
like interest given free
by the bank
or seeds sown in
and next day
myriads of flowers
rainbow green
on a carpet blown in by wind.
Lumens angels of the night
power dreams
shine bright
when the heart is asleep
fears unearthing
past errors reveal
so history itself
wouldn't repeat
with warnings veiled
in terror
to unscramble
a car crashing icy roads
may predict
running away from
a monster may mean
to returns and embrace
to heal.
Unrestrained by heart's
fear or greed
sleep walks
where he wants unseen
finding pieces of puzzles
truth reveals
only when the reason is asleep.
Stars and moon shine only
in the dark
when the sun is asleep.
Group together in unity
parroting as though a carol
think clever of this lunacy
grouped like fish in a barrel
His hands hold my thoughts
Words sigh across my skin
Tingling and twisting kindly
Soothing all that is within
~
His kiss touches my spirit
Sparkling truth through my
Joyful intimacy which stirs
Sounds of a parroting chorus
~
His flowing lyrics pacify my
Thirst for tomorrow’s plans
Goals that could support my
Longings for inspirational stanzas
~
His loving hug lulls my brain
Into trusting a wisdom within
Sympathizing with his soul
And sharing tranquility with him
Lipogram Poem Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
July 11, 2020
See them Iscariot eyes silver surfing,
filthy lucre foam
is left in their wake
You best be watching them,
when they’re evil eyeballing you
Dirty money laundry days a-rising,
grifter ink gloam ...
palms on the last take
Grimy worst, the dullest dim,
are midnight indigo shady blue
What washes this way
is soiled paper, scumbag nasty
What lurks in the waves
is avarice sawdust jaw snappy
Look at them Judas nose bark creepers,
sniffing for bones ...
make no shore mistake
They sho’ gon martyr discount
sell you out, with pirate plank parroting ease
Dross money laundry days has darker
hue, cerulean tones ...
abyss cry for greed sake
Flotsam feet peddling amount —
for a few silver coins, they will betray please
What washes this way
can’t blood guilty ever be washed Pilate clean
What sink in the waves,
be the anchor of souls bottomless pit dropping
Pessimism, I loathe your gloomy effect
Parroting vanity’s vexation in my mind that I’m unprofitable…
God I thank; by His strength* is great achievement as I do my utmost.
Negativism, I vanquish your vehement accusations
Taunting me of my failures, falls, and frustrations…
I praise the Lord for His compassion, pressing me on with optimism!
Skepticism, I conquer your attacking doubts
Robbing me of my sanity’s tranquility; torturing me mentally…
The omniscient Sovereign I trust as I settle myself serenely in His truth!
Criticism, I subdue your undermining, deceitful, hypocritical comments
Treating me as a loser in my service-commitment…
Propped by the Almighty’s power, I can be the best for His glory!
Evil thoughts, I pluck all your poisonous roots from my soul’s ground…
Thru the Scriptures’ exhortations, I can bloom and prosper
Triumphantly living for my Master, reaching others by His love!
*Philippians 4:13 I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me.
January 21, 2019
1st place, "ULTIMATE JANUARY 2019..." Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 1/30/2019.
he-art
she-art
who is an liar
push me to the side
watch me deny her
copy-cats parroting
my brutality
segregated
merit
ing
but me
an
purse
he-art me
in your purse
as your pink button gets sewn into
an
nurse
you are painted so pretty he said to me
staring at my breasts and panting
he made it hard to breathe
all his love he was
revamping
he looks
he looks
he looked again
my lips glossed
as he reads
my hips
are
tossed
for he
worded me
nakedly
this he did
an
does
with one fingertip
he makes me slip
breaking my heart
when
he
recites
he-art
?
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