Double standards is a thing
Judge all the judgments you’ve been judging
And you who calls others “unfair”
Will find it hard to bear
That you are perpetrating victims
Whose thoughts clash with your very dreams
Going and coming around is a real event
And in the wake of the latter you term it “different.”
Scampering for whatever grace you could find
Arguing to the farthest beacon of your mind
It’s a hard and large bite to chew
When you yardstick comes back to haunt you
But also sacred law is too a thing
If a cord be a cord don’t accord it to be a string
Going once, going twice will only go under
Let what goes for the goose go for the gander
Speak it in the air
And act so just and fair
K. Muitherero
Xenophobia
We are not seeing the Africa inspired by Mandiba.
We are not seeing the Africa inspired by our
Ancient Kings of rusted spear and shield.
This is not Africa!
This is African inspired after colonization,
The one set at the period of imperialism.
The Berlin conference of 1884-85.
The oppressors have been winning a long time now
Comes the south Africa against all Africa
Shame should slam the face of south African
Who are perpetrating the brutal and barbaric act.
In Bloemfontein sudden death of our brothers we see
The Nigeria, Somalian, Ghanaian, Tanzanian
Contribute the rescue of there black brothers
When they suffer under apartheid
We are the most divided and dysfunction race on the planet
The whitish have called the black land there home
Our fellow black man is been oppress and sabotage
Our black woman and her infant child have turn to runaway slave
Chasing her with all metallurgy
We allow the line of boarders to separate us.
This truly is a testing time
when all around seek cause to find
something wrong with everything
that come out from my mouth or mind.
So easy now to let them win
and join their game… retaliate,
much harder still to stand my ground
while others seem to plan my fate.
Convincing people they’re not right
in treating others with contempt
but try to aim them at the light
and help their nasty streak repent.
I may not win this fragile fight
to change the ways of those I meet
whose presence leaves an ugly trail,
for this is truly quite a feat.
If just one should mend their way
and find within a calmer soul
so they can help the ones they greet
and not make hate their only goal,
then I will claim one battle won
by turning cheek to evil deed
and helping those who’d put me down
by perpetrating evil’s seed.
But caution guides my every step
when walking close to evil’s gate
for truly I could scorch my soul
…………..if tempted to retaliate!
Ivor G Davies
OG ODE
QUIT USING VIOLENCE TO TALK~NO ONE RESPECTS DUE TO FEAR.
ALL MONEY AINT GOOD MONEY~WHEN ITS DOWN TO WHATS DEAR.
PLAY THE GAME~DONT SELL YOUR SOUL.
STAY TRUE TO YOU~PERPETRATING TAKES A TOLL.
SELF ESTEEM ISNT IN AN EXPENSIVE CAR~INSIDE YOU IS WHO YOU REALLY ARE.
FAMILY FIRST, TAKE CARE OF "ROOF" TOO~HELP THOSE ON THE COME UP, OR WHATS HOLDING US DOWN IS ONLY ME AND YOU.
BRING SOME OG BACK TO THE GAME~CUZ SHOOTING EACH OTHER DOWN GOTTA CHANGE.
YOU DONT KILL A BAD PLAYA~JUST STARVE HIM OR HER OUT.
CUZ THAT THE OG WAY~WHAT GOOD HUSTLES ABOUT.
Outa State Plates
Billy Bob and Jimbo’s jaws dropped
Along with Mrs. Miller’s porcelain plates
Caught in the act
Two fools perpetrating a dish stealing crime spree
Unsavory, onerous in nature, by the perpetrators
Smashed to bits were dishes and windows
Scattered about the basement floor
The old widow’s china lay destroyed
Add Breaking and entering to the charges
A total disregard for the keeping of the peace
Not to mention the deprivation of sleep
The Sheriff cornered them there in their get away
Escaping with a salvaged plate or two
“What are you boys up to?”….ventured the law
Stunned, short winded, and caught, they replied;
“We like the pretty designs on these things officer sir.’
“They have fancy writing too.”
“We were just borrowing them for a while….thank you.”
The old lady enlightened the gathering
“They’re priceless antiques from Germany!”
The Sheriff took Billy Bob and Jimbo away
Charged them with stealing outa state plates
The bravery of wisdom
The supervisor of dignity
Disclaiming the indentity unknowingly
Perpetrating the life of the one.
The father of justice,
Came forth to intervene.
The dumpless of sorrow,
Carelessness,carefulness and cleanliness
Calamity sent for cheating
To bestowed the life of the livings.
It is the sorrow of life
Come forth distance.
Don’t be a victim?
Walking upon shards of broken glass
with every faltering step I take
Travelling through life at haste
with no compass
steering wheel or brake.
Trying to unravel a mass of tangled knots
Laying in life's gutter wounded
trying to liberate myself
from the putrid stench of obscurity
and not be forgot.
Mind full of unwanted clutter
swirling like a tempest
around and around
Life's din perpetrating the ear drums
with excruciating loud perpetual
grinding sound.
Lost in the harsh wilderness
battered by the wind
No one knows the things I've seen
or the places I have been.
Tied to the rocks
lashed and broken by the waves
cursed at birth
wake up from a dream
and another nightmare
another battle to face today.
I can’t breathe anymore
this lesson I swear I already know
I’ve had to relearn it several times before
Hmm let’s ponder that thought
Why must I keep repeating the same quest
again and again
What is it I’m just not seeing
Perhaps I’ve no epiphany
Reading between the lines just a bit too much
Giving me directions I cannot trust
Accepting without exceptions
Although I must
Always questioning
I’m starting to see where I may have left
some extremely valuable aspects in respect to perpetrating the temptation
Tempting though not sweet
is the everlasting torch that’s never going to be complete
Only competitively repetitive speaking
Wills this conquest’s endeavor to be a true conquer
Walk free in amnesty
Mrs Emma Peel
Undercover operative with true sex appeal.
Partnered with fellow Avenger John Steed
She helped battle villains perpetrating evil deeds.
A spiteful taste of malice
Slithers across my tongue
Secrecy spoke in volumes
Before the words begun
This sensation it saunters
Into solar vacuity
Perpetrating sheer, faugh
Acts of congruency
In vain contempt I wallow
In the pillars of infamy
Whilst faint my ears waltz
To vindictive symphonies
Prolonged my strife be by humanity
Whilst I attempt to appease
As they flaunt their existence
To miscellaneous degrees
The English language resembles
Clouds of hyperbolic fallacies
In light of this hapless universe
They share an index of analogies
From behind cracked windowpanes
I peer at all that is inane
With repugnance I am slain
As I wince with disdain
I scarf reality in intervals
Reaping jagged grains of salt
Though helpless I am left
Pessimistic by default
Pick up the pieces, the remnants of
your folly, you few who shuffle the
decks of life. So few to guide ones
destiny, giving quality or lack of,
to your indigenous subjects.
Contesting paladins that manipulate
every move, each infinitesimal pawn
representing a million fold, facing
extinction from each perpetrating
venomous queen, masquerading in her
veil of respectability, whilst
threatening in all directions, just
seeking to intimidate before
striking the ultimate blow for her
player. A stalemate situation
giving both sides honour without
loss, but whom gives a through to
the mother’s, are not her losses the
nations also, are not her tears
programmed, her emotions computerized
into your warring brain?
Who! Are these unmoralistic
puppeteers, those ignominious players
of the ultimate game, those that
stand behind courteous expressions
of decency, love and respect?
“The kings of this game,” Them to be
written into the annals of life,
giving intent of emulation to
future disciples. “History has no
past, no future, just a recurring
theme, only the names change”
© Harry J Horsman 1990
Expression is being who you want to be
Not perpetrating someone you claim to be for ME
Trying to hold me hostage with your lies…
Thinking because you were between my thighs that you got me hook lined and sinked….
Getting me all vexed, tensed and unsure of my own emotional rationalization
Emotionally retarded LITTLE MAN you are….
Hiding in your private world filled with
DECEPTION, CAMOUFLAGE and over used ADJECTIVES….
I understand why you were drawn
To my VOLUPTUOUS, SEXUAL, SPIRITUAL ENERGY
You wanted to experience what is
REAL
TRUE
PURE
You had your chance
You speaking in parables, emotionally crippled, insecure MAN…..
I can’t believe I let you get into my head let alone my BED….
But you could never penetrate my spiritual man…
I was before you CAME….
I will always BE the SAME….
G.O.P
GODS….
ORIGINAL….
PROPERTY
SCRATCHED BUT NEVER BROKEN
Your projectile language,
Has shattered my porcelain soul.
The ballistics of your words,
Trace back to your beautiful performance.
An arsenal of lethal…language,
Spoken from the chamber of your heart.
Targeting my virgin emotions,
…Piercing my self-esteem,
……Ricocheting your madness in my life.
“I love you”…dissipates in your smoke of lies.
I can still taste the gunpowder residue,
Off the barrel of your moist perpetrating lips.
The evidence still remains at the scene of the crime.
Stained sheets keep…dirty hotel secrets,
My wounded spirit collapsed to the floor of my body,
As the echoes linger within my shattered soul.
Nothing to write, right?
Try as I might
nothing comes to me ...
no sublime insight
no reat words to e
revealed in the light
of another moment.
Boring stagnant online
haikooed to death ...
cuckoo is more like it.
Competing synapses
perpetrating symantic
blah, blah, blah.
So I'm not writing right,
right now.
Well ... its not wrong either.
Weather (its snowing) neither or either
or whatever,
its not an event
worth pursuing today.
permanence is fleeting til the morrow
perpetrating and dredging up sorrow
circumstance proposes to all that follow
the kaleidascope of my mind entertains fans
to all those who want to peek into the show
i say come on in bring the whole clan
but be warned the only light is from my glow
the stadium is dirty from the last hoorah
the waves of love shown me affect my karma
crashing down my senses to your level
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