the winter weather mocks our eyes
it is laden like a frost
the city of your imperial dreams flatters
like an ivory jewel
Beware of your creation
taking care it is blue like
bathing in truth
waking into clarity
beyond the prisoning cave
Categories:
prisoning, animal, appreciation,
Form: Free verse
In a confined space, you are dwelling in your mind
The memories that trap you as a wood mousetrap
Turning back as a ghost that haunts an empty house
Staring to the roof searching for the answers to the
Questions that sometimes do not have a right response
Prisoning yourself in a cell until the warder open the lock
2-25-2016
Categories:
prisoning, feelings,
Form: Free verse
Then more you will love all English
and deeply obsessed by them,
than more you have been progressive
and ept and fast for gaining success,
and granting by freedom and blessed.
Then more you will love Russian
in temporal staff and condition,
than more you have been temptative
by post-soviet integration and stagnation
and trapped by sovereign democracy
and rule by ambitious and dictatos.
Then more you will love Arabic,
then more you have been islamic
with turban on the head
and Koran in the heart
with chronic problem of technology
and prisoning himself, womens and others
in oldest concepts and methodologies
from Al Kasim abu Bakr mister Mastodontes.
Then more you will love German
then more been precise and prosperous.
Never forget about it, chaban,
if you want to ride Mersedes, Opel, Bantley
in the company of kind and free persons
blessed by future elegancy.
Not in company of terrorist,
fanats, imperialists and others banditti.
riding the junked autos,
with weapon of mass destruction
and prehistoric instincts and traditions.
That is clear comparisons and bananas
for our dear shepperds,chabanes.
Categories:
prisoning, freedom,
Form: Pastoral
You use your money to control the game
Set the conditions for ruin and shame
Taunting my children with the ball
Teaching them nothing at all
About the indigenous made peoples
Made extinct, their noble cultures gone
And all you saved from it was a ball
And you get to be fairy godmother
And we your cinderella
Chickens roosting by your clock
Ticking me off
With your misinformations school
Prisoning
The mind of children who think they gain
Sacrificing scholarship for the vanity
Of wealth
You take back with phony lawsuits
Or the price of health
Beyond the treasures of all wealth
Is you the fixer, controller, gambler
On my game.
One day when I come to the rim again
Behold not bat, nor slinky moves
But fire cleansing the forest of memory
Fire burning the debris of history
Prisons crumbling like a post mortem to ugly
May children longing and learning
The fire's anatomy ... dissecting the game's dead physiology
The wind winging through the net of rainbows
The terrestrial ball ... free at last.
Categories:
prisoning, allegory, politicalchildren, longing, children,
Form: Free verse