Take me now, oh dear lord of greater good!
Make my worthless life have meaning
As I throw it all away
Dashed against the walls and defenses
Of an enemy I create
To be right
No matter how wrong
I know my heart to be.
(1/10/26)
I’d be mad at the world
If you suddenly decided to write your story with a rope
Tied to a ceiling
Or a razor
Glided against your pulse
No one goes out without a story
And your story wasn't perfect
No one's is
But you couldn't write some things in your story
And in your story someone else altered it
To hurt you
So
Some pages are torn and wrinkled
I don't think you can mend all the pages
You can't fully straighten a crumpled paper ball
But you can smooth it out
And try as best as you can to fix it
There will always be scars
Trust me
But scars are healed wounds
And you can alter the future of your story
Always
And scars can fade over time
Or till they leave a tiny mark
Therefore
If your story got too long
And too dark
I wouldn't remember how you went out
Because I'd be too angry at the world
But I'd remember your mark.
-D.B
(a throwback poem from High school)
I'm the most popular girl in my homeroom.
Of course, that's my own bedroom -
cause we're on COVID lockdown, zoom.
My bedroom is the math class, which doubles as the gym,
it triples as the theater - you should see the shows I'm in.
They're only in my mirror, so my cats get free admission.
My sudden popularity's due, to a matter of attrition.
If I play my cards right, I can probably be prom queen
I'll hold the ceremony in the garden, so the travesty goes unseen.
Contrary to popular opinion
the man of the house
does not even share dominion
with his wife, who runs the whole show
determining who comes and who goes
~ leading him around by the nose
I was sitting on the dock of the bay listening to a song
when Otis Redding happened to come walking along.
He said, "You watching the ships roll in?"
I said, "Yeah, and then watching ‘em roll away again."
He said, "That stuff's really dug by some,
but I think it’s all pretty much ho-hum."
• His butterscotch skin
• His dark brown curls
• A popular man amongst the girls
• I often wonder if I'll be fine
• If that charming prince was mine
(Dzachuka Tibet, summer of 2017)
The Madness of the Crowd and Other Popular Delusions
The crowd is always prone to madness
Since reaction as a herd in danger
Demands conformity without reason.
The fact we live in a time of madness
Is nothing new or unusual,
Relative Reality after all being
Merely a conspiracy of relatives.
But sometimes it seems it’s all now extra crazy
As traditional boundaries break down
And everyone is free to think and say
And increasingly do whatever they want.
The ascendency of gender dysphoria
And acceptance, even celebration
Of child mutilation
Being a case in point.
But the fact is, we live in a world of illusion
Which the madness and delusions of the crowd
Is merely attempting to adapt to,
As all our perceptions and thoughts filter through
A mind which can do no other than interpret and distort.
These are the tools we are given,
A mind and body hardwired to survive
In a world of illusion, thus adapted
To the point of expertise with spinning illusions.
It’s not our fault, but instead our destiny
To find a way through
Out of the Cave of Unknowing
Into the Space
Of a land before time.
(12/6/24)
verbal brickbats skid
across waxed convention floors
ENOUGH! please, no more
It seems that I have learned little,
From the encyclopedic, book of love.
As the subtle complexities have amused
And mystified me from high above.
Some may even claim that
They are simply beyond my reach.
So that no matter how many pages
Turned, the words are empty, and won't teach.
Yet I continue to stumble along,
Beginning new chapters to read & weigh.
Hoping for some wisdom to toil through,
Where I can grow without delay.
This journey requires great study,
With time to reflect and understand.
While no clock is present to constrain,
Just diligent respect to guide a hand.
Here, my advice is given, to avoid any
Skimming or speed-reading going fast.
Since the knowledge is often fading,
But true love survives to last.
A famous and popular person,
displaying personal problems,
has been awarded a verified ID.
Wanting fame, he attempts to conceal his reality,
directing attention to others with pure personalities.
If I grab my phone to prove purity through pictures,
tomorrow I find myself in the High Court without Aducate.
Such birds are foolish, using foolish tools to deceive themselves.
I request the President to honor him with the Foolish Grand Award of 2023,
If handless receive the Arjun Award.
Then two hands receive four-hand written page proof of the award.
"Better to die fighting for freedom than being a prisoner
all the days of your life "
Bob Marley
In life
What has the beginning
can also have its end.
In life
What seems tolerable now
Can become intolerable in the future.
Many African countries had been bullied
for many years by some super powers.
It was difficult for many African countries
To speak loud about some atrocities
Because of intimidations of loosing
some western benefits.
How life is about,
Now there is popular political intimidation
of South Africa to loose some western deals
because of filling a genocidal case
against Israel.
I don't think it is fair to continue keeping
quiet while Israel government continue committing
crimes against humanity in Gaza.
I don't think other African countries
will support some oppressors
and let South Africa down.
In life
Speaking the truth
Is always my wish.
I’ve dug many a post hole.
Each was equally important.
None were easy.
Few matter anymore.
I’m proud of them all.
most seek happily ever after
rich prince on the white horse
or princess who can spin straw into gold
these tales are invaluable
to our health
hey is that Cinderella?
Pass that celebratory glass around
Cheers, to you don’t drown.
Lift your spirits, join the fun
Pass the glass along to the next one.
Don’t check the glass or ask what’s inside
Just accept the glass as part of the ride.
Spread your wings and you will find
The fun that’s had with the drink time.
Pass that celebratory glass around again
People are leaving, but just begins.
At home you will be okay.
You were here having fun today.
You might have heard about the drink
It has been around forever did you think
There are poison dangers hidden in its juice.
You chose celebration over truth.
Slodes new poem
Low slode-hand
I cant explain the fierce pain
Detached reattached no change to spare
Wild and free and then god help me
Challenges inept
failures future reaps wisdoms fury
Torpedo submarine full secret in deep
Save me from myself
Some of my favorite songs had no meaning at all
They were just songs that we all sung
I grew up in the towns
everyone smiles and waves like a tilt of the cap
Tell me the real story
Let me remember the smell of burning leaves
No way to disguise
your mustard glaze
A shout out to humor
Who doesnt believe in d-rama
Escape popular and fate
She had a heart
Until it got swallowed
Save myself from me
People can be dynamite in both meanings
When they take it upon themselves to forgive
Should they command such a worldly care
Allowed to take it upon themselves
To say the World is sorry for their silience
She had a lover who had control over everything except control.
It was fiercely shallow
Turn in my hand
But still playing
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