The land lies sick.
Its fever rages, but diagnosis wrong-
misread by hands that lie.
Cure the disease
at its poisoned root.
Let the tainted flow be purified,
then watch it rise.
No balm can soothe
till graft's stain is purged.
Purge the venom first -
free her from corruption's grip.
Obtuse abuse..rude platitudes shout..
About alternative attitudes..generations..
Scream at different altitudes & latitudes..
Venerate mandarins sins..
Generate pernicious vicissitudes
Vicious avaricious machinations..
Celebrate nations chagrin…
Pander to propaganda spin..
AI garlanded reputations..
Cohorts in suits cavort in cahoots..
Kiss or diss..the abyss
Hiss of mis-information bliss..
Arrests..capitalist corporate conquests...detests protest..
Well got egregious prior & previous..
SO
Whatever your hue or world view..
We know what's wrong..doesn't belong
Deliriously daring to dream of derring do..
The meme..prime time you probably knew..
The Force..of course..
Is also seriously strong in you..
In my chair, I sat, pure as the light/
When the Holy Spirit came with its might/
An outward explosion, a thunderous purge/
To banish the evil, to cleanse and emerge/
But I was a Saint, a soul unblemished/
Calm and serene, a power replenished/
Confusion stirred, its effort in vain/
Lightning crackled, I felt no pain/
Booming thunder, a storm's command/
Yet I stood stronger, my spirit unmanned/
The third attempt, a futile endeavor/
Power profound, fearless forever/
From ashes reborn, Hell now my home/
A fire unimaginable, I stand alone/
The Holy Spitit's trial, what did it achieve/
A Luciferian Saint with strength to believe/
Purge me Lord
Till there’s nothing left but you
To you I will remain true
No more vain pursuit
Oh sweet land of peace
How I long for thee
The place of total ease and release
Amazing grace
Upon the cross Jesus took my place
For every sin He did erase
Fill not the heart with this pain of sorrow,
And remember this in your wakening tomorrow
Remember the joys, the laughter, and the smile
I've gone to rest for just a little while.
Although leaving caused pain and grieving,
But my going has ceased my pains
And it's given me such relief
I'm in a place where I'll be at peace.
So, dry those eyes and remember me,
Not as I am now but as I used to be
Because I'll remember you all the while
I'll check on you from time to time with a smile.
Understand this in your hearts,
I've only gone to rest for just a while
I've got the love of each of you
So, I can live departed in your hearts too.
For: L. Milton Hankins
R.I.P., my fellow Muse.
when in God immerge
we always have a big urge
for sins Him to purge
what we will suggest
God always knows what is best
In Him must invest
what we did intend
on God to always depend
to Him sins shall send
when God was complete
always should be nice and neat
God said should close seat
at cross our heads bow
God gave birth to little cow
in hall had our chow
always have the need
with God we always agreed
let Him be in lead
"Governor" Pritzker has a plan.
There will be no cash bail for the criminal clan.
The arsonist, murderer-kidnapper, and
garden-variety brutes are in celebration.
From beyond his gated walls, he boasted
that this will make citizens safer.
Pritzker has planted land mines in the community garden.
Innocents will be forced to do the weeding,
Lock and load, my friends. Pray if you must.
The purge begins on New Year's Day.
see {Safe-T act}
I will report what I have put in the car to be given away today.
So many options that we discussed clouded my confused mind.
You must understand that people like me survive by luck and wit alone.
It is rarely a finished project.
Rarely a completed job.
It is a circus we live in, between the acts,
our giftedness provides.
We are not quiet and seldom still enough
to hear all the directions.
We wing it and lose so many objects as we purge our time away,
and actually,
I went to write a poem right after our last conversation.
When I am pointed in many directions, I often give up.
So I did not plan, no schedule devised,
but I threw and gave away,
debris cluttering up my mind.
From the muddled mind me,
Peace must always being present
and inside the soul, permanent
with all lust and libido, tamed
by the Lord's will, satiated
in full divine calmness, vibrant
I pour the source of my pain
down the drain
Doubled over I purge
the muck from my mind
stars spilling from my eyes
shining in the soapy froth
as I scrub the sink clean
of the remnants of rancid dreams
hopes that grew moldy
hanging onto them too long
far past their expiration date
How little there is left of me now
I may float away
like a balloon in the breeze
The scent of the flowers
I bought for myself makes me sick
their petals framing faces
of mocking monsters
Cruel carnations
Dastardly daisies
“Pathetic!” they say with disdain
“Alone!” they sing in perfect harmony
harassing me with the one word
that harrows my heart most of all
I thought only roses had thorns
I pluck each and every one
tossing the empty stems in the bin
along with the vase I arranged them in
I’ll likely never need it again
Liberated and confident she stood there,
Embracing the moonlight and fresh air.
Tears softly running down her cheeks.
Usually anxiously, waiting for his text,
Standing here, let her feel relax.
Spontaneously she started to laugh out loud,
People must wondering who is so silly in the crowd.
Relief from all the stress and pain,
Every single moment she decided, will not be in vain.
Adventurous days, are waiting for her,
Determined she will adhere.
Leaving him was the best thing she could do,
Oblivious, was he to think she will not too.
Valedictory and bon voyage is hers,
Ever ready for new Love to occur.
I could feel them tight knots in my stomach.
They were there, I had no choice.
Then in crept through,
That manipulative voice.
At 14 I felt far from loose,
Already practicing how to make a noose.
Using it or not, is a different book.
So I did some research and had a look.
I had to make sure everything was right-
Not just the materials or the height.
To do this correctly I must be fairly light.
Making myself sick was my plan,
Before the final game of hangman.
had been a big surge
together meet and converge
then system did purge
Her existence was an open book,
damaged from what her past had took,
No evidence or resemblance
of any confidence sought
never ending battles she
had always fought
emotions she tried to manage,
resistance to feelings she had caught
Her confessions said with discretion,
all directions led to unwanted aggression
leaving on her body disgraceful impressions
Any mention of affection
she felt deafen by their deception
All perception of what was
good controlled lessons learned
Ravaged by her past and all
she had endured
Saddened by the haunting of ghosts
from the past
Maddened by the daunting
battles she had amassed
Perfection just out of reach
she questioned each connection
Corrections attempted
became obsessions challenged
as she imagined what she was taught
Exhaustion overtook her as
rejection was all she endured
Depression was her defect,
making her feel impure
Felt a disgrace she was forced
to embrace and merge
Wishing that all her lessons
would become a blessing
and her sins heaven would purge
Purge this poison from my veins
I pray for you to take my pains
Supreme your kingdom reigns
If you can make and move the rains
Then you can break satan's evil chains
Rid all that banes my brain’s grains
Wash out all the stains
And definitely save my sinful remains
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