A power struggle with my flesh
fighting with my impatience
playing tug a war with my addictions
arm wrestling with my anger
shadow boxing with my fears
temptation is such a waste of time
the pouting begins
abusers manipulate
first apology
within a few weeks
a blatant power struggle
narcissists rule
welcome to hell house
you can never fully please
seriously run
he will seclude you
she will leave permanent scars
they are abusers
Tesla the inventor
an eccentric Serbian
once worked for a businessman
an entrepreneurial USAnian
when Edison had an idea bright
saw the light
and invented DC electricity
positive and ground
as found in a battery
then Nikola created AC
as used in the home
by the whole family
a contest still
a power struggle
if you will
however
Tesla the car
employs both forms of energy
as does the phonograph
so tho' posthumously
looks like Thomas had the last laugh
Tug-of-War
Alpha Dog
Carnivore
Locked our horns
Power struggle
Crown of thorns
Neither bows nor bends nor folds
Instead digs their heels
Leans in and holds
Under weights of worlds shouldered
Beneath catching fires smoldered
They juxtapose
Until the end
And so it goes
Protect; defend
Both yearning to submit, surrender
Though, coward, that would them then render
So instead they hold strong their positions
Each declaring their conditions
Never has this strategy
Ended anyway but tragedy
So each side is shocked and shorn
Strewn about, tattered, torn
Daughters, Mothers and Wives scorn
From empty houses
Alone; forlorn
Forever after they will wait
By the fire
Or at the gate
Until the day they receive
News, that from this horror,
There's no reprieve
Within prismed images I was captured
along with twilight as it tinted the sky.
We were ensnared during a power struggle
at the hour when sunlight wrestled the moon.
Neither wanted to vacate the celestial throne.
But I was the one fighting hardest to survive
when beveled tongues along mirrored edges
roared at me in the wilderness of life's jungle.
Voices were raised that sounded vaguely familiar.
The bitterness echoed and surrounded me.
I was blinded by distorted light from all directions.
Hunted like prey in the wilds,
staying alive proved to be a fractious task.
But fracturing seemed to be my only way out.
I broke down the walls of the reflective maze
and walked over dagger blades of broken shards.
Mirrors that are not hung never pose a threat.
Bigger not better
fame and fortune never end
a power struggle
Aim to please
Aim to kill
Kill with kindness
Kill time
Time flies
Time to go
Go the distance
Go home
Home sweet home
Home free
Free to roam
Free falling
Falling down
Falling in love
Love is blind
Love hurts
Hurts like hell
Hurts so good
Good vibrations
Good to know
Know your rights
Know it all
All in
All or nothing
Nothing else matters
Nothing much
Much obliged
Much to do
Do not enter
Do away with
With this ring
With regard to
To no avail
To the moon
Moon pie
Moon over
Over the hill
Over easy
Easy to use
Easy does it
It takes two
It girl
Girl next door
Girl power
Power of attorney
Power struggle
Struggle for existence
Struggle against
Against…
Existence…
I dread to read the headlines
They are so filled with strife
The tyranny and trauma
Has touched on every life.
What is it with us humans
We think we are supreme
We are but a corpuscle
It makes me want to scream.
We entertain the bull that’s plastered on the screen
We don’t need to be tolerant this
Borders on obscene.
They’re constantly painting pictures of things you must believe
There is a power struggle
Like none you’ve ever seen.
The west and east are at it
The far left and the right
The colour card is flashing red
It’s time to get off pitch
This power hungry game they’re playing
Democracy is fraying
Innocents they’re slaying
The devil is the puppeteer his pulling all the strings
Yet they think they are kings.
The trumpet call is coming.
With it the mighty horn
And Gods word and promise
Will remove from Earth this thorn.
Its precarious, what we have
On scales, I perform a balancing act
Desperate to trust blindly,
Wishing I could be so brave as to throw my heart on line
I can’t, practicality is my curse
I once cursed love, and romance shall not be the death of me
But I wish it were
Once, I was crazy about that other, then another
Oh love, why is it easy for me to be ready to throw myself for one who’s not you
Are you sitting by the window, thinking these thoughts
Are we in love, or are we playing a dreadful game
Psychological power struggle, is that what this is?
War, or love, all I know, this isn’t fair
To me, or to you, being in this pink daze
Some days, I’m so sure I’m in love
Its conditional, I think
I want to love you, I’m just scared
I used to move as fast as cars
runways built in space and mars.
I would dart as far as I could trace
the words moving off the chart
Every other sound that rhymes
Feels like argh, I paint a corner squiggle
argh, I’m bankrupt, gridlocked power struggle
argh no way out of a jigsaw puzzle
Stopped and bound, inside my head
as round as this machine could bleed
My life into moving tree -
BANG! Bark and Fire Stark!
I awake inside a maze
Forest lost to the barren dark
Mixing things that didn’t mix
Stories I couldn't fix,
I felt a apart
I couldn’t even paint an argh
no where left but something leapt
Silent meaning had effect
Movement kept me on a stretch
where rhymes were just erect -
waving signs above my head,
hard and fixed, solid bricks
I really wanted sounds and tricks,
clever tips and catchy bits
songs that keep me in a fix
Kungfu, water, flowing bliss
Then words fell off the page again
I was back it didn’t matter
rhymes could be like fish batter
but narrative was fatter!
Talk about power struggle
I've been in the middle of it
Ever since mum and dad hit a puddle
And they were like they'd had enough of it
We were young to see the cracks
Maybe we sat on the cracks
Or we were the cracks ourselves
Cause they'd argue in front of us
We were part of the conversation,
but not in a nice way
Cause we were mummy's shield
From the blows and insults dad would hurl
All we remember was we then saw dad less
Then mum became more withdrawn
And she lost her glow soon after
Cause we were overwhelmed in debt
We had to change schools,
First time for me and my sister to be apart
I wondered why did I have to go with dad
And leave my sister behind with mum
It was hard already that life had changed
From all those drapes and grapes
To now torn clothes and down sizing
That's how powerful that final sign meant
The PO£T
Politics
Activities associated with
The governance of a country
As simple as
The administration of an organisation
But there is always power struggle
And greed for wealth
Politics become unusual
Because of power struggle
And greed for wealth
A sordid affair indeed
Conspiracy, canvassing
Scandal and bribery
All make things complex
And bring great sorrow to the people
Who are ignorant and innocent
Sometimes
We should blame the politicians
But not the political ideology
A power struggle of the races
doesn't' need to be
as skin pigmentation
is what we simply see.
Though deep within each soul
is more than red, yellow, white or brown
there lives the spark of kindness
and generosity to be found.
An interracial society
brings more that variety
It blends and enriches cultures
and inspires the world to see...
That prejudice and racism
never should exist
just love through integration
where happiness shall persist.
A wheel of revolution is set and rolled
The historian studies the track of the wheel
Its total journey and any incidental events
The philosopher studies the structure of the wheel
The political doctrine
The politician wants to lead the wheel
Power struggle
The voters want to control the wheel
Democracy
The scientist wants to speed up the wheel
If relevant, like the information revolution
Time wants to proceed the wheel
Axial revolution of the clock gear
The dying welcomes the wheel
The reincarnation of the wheel of life
The poor man says no words about it
And the poet just awaits
A little chance to review if any
A country in turmoil
I watched frantically as
The world’s peace seems to
Be slipping away
As the coronavirus rages on
Trying to connect itself with
Everyone in its path and
There seems to be no cure
Nor end in sight, only toleration
From hurricanes to tornados
Killing and destroying everything
In its path
From snowstorms, bringing
Record snow and cold temperature
To our states
To our government who’s bickering
And fighting among each other
Locked in a power struggle and
Not agreeing on anything that’s
Going to help the people
Especially the seniors
There are also unforeseen fires
That tear through our cities
Wiping out all in its path
Afterwards, it looks like
Something from a horror movie
Even displacing the precious animals
Taking them away from their
Natural habitat, leaving them homeless
Now I’m wondering, what’s next
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