Pursuers Poems

An Invitation to the Dance

We’re in the Souk in somewhere like Baghdad,
but not so land-locked. Tripoli, more like.
“He stole an apple – catch the little tyke!”
The hue and cry goes up. They chase the lad,
whose crime is hunger: look at how he’s clad!
Pursuers, armed with blunderbuss and spike,
are gaining. As they’re just about to strike,
they get the sharpest shock they ever had.

America. A sailor, all in white.
His face asks, “What’s the cause of this furore?”
The child is safe now. Fairness, tied to might,
has stunned the mob. Those instincts we adore
don’t need articulation. Right is right.
How sad we’ll never see this any more.

Political Stormy Waters

Messages came thru coded
And the messengers appeared in disguise
Such was their fate as the group of 300
Made Stronghold their place of refuge
Twas all going according to book
But the twisted enemy was all around
One but must pass great hurdles
To attain the prophetic anointing

''Came the Message Thru the prophet gad 
Depart ye from the stronghold..
and David's The prophets king salvation
Was to be found in playing lunacy
At them gates of the city..
When his pursuers found him
Angst the Enemy King spoke forth..''

''Did you but call you're Kings counsel
To witness the drooling and doodling of one mad fool
Truly can this idiotic fool writing gibberish upon the city wall
Be the celebrated David, Warrior, anointed of God to be King?''

And in that Biblical Fable I learnt a moral
Don't be judgmental of a book by its cover
Its often gems pass themselves as ordinary stones..

...Roy read me the Ordinance and declaration..
''I assert the declaration of Kirinyaga Free State''
And I believe On matter Europe Catalonia's should be free..


...A KFS PEACE DAY
All Kenyan Forces are Special
We share gifts.. ..JESHI..

why do moths fly in circles

why do moths fly in circles toward light at night?
Are they trying to shake pursuers, do they feel fright?
Actually, they turn toward source where they see the most bright
Which causes a circular or spiral pattern in their evening night flight.

Those Brothers Grimm

   Axioms, theorems, rules of thumb
      hypotheses, conundrums  

   Pursuers of knowledge, those Brothers Grimm ~
      Hansel and Gretel’s trail of crumbs

Am I a criminal?

I'm not, but I live life the way I want, no command
Some people don't like me. Because I'm European
But no, it's not about that, it's about something else, 
maybe my soul would be stolen, and I would lose myself

Yes. But I don't want that, I won't sell my soul. God's
I just live, I want. Ha, but why? Well, not for pursuers
Hmm, they still chase me, their life lives off of mine, 
so they're not soulless, I give life and mind to them

Because mine was given to them, they don't have it, 
so let them live, come into me, come and live with me
They will receive life, let my body, soul, and mind be theirs, 
but they will have no hope; lovely sinners and cripples
Walk in my shoes and learn from me. Just live, live, live


Yeah

Intelligent Spiritual and Beautiful

Men gave this Roman goddess the rush
A woman of substance, she did not fall at anyone’s feet
Her mind was armed with scientific theories
Her ideals were beyond the comprehension of many

She was polite, letting her pursuers slide down easily off her pedestal
She became a known woman with a mission statement
A Roman Goddess with goals, dreams and purposes
As intelligent and spiritual as she was beautiful

Why Are You In My Head

Weeks ago we were yelling at each other
Swearing and calling each other different names
It was kind a scene they said
And very childish, so it seemed

Hours have gone
Days have gone
Weeks have gone
Thinking I have completely gotten over you

No nightmares
No hallucinations
All illusions completely gone
No voices I can hear now

The world is cool when i am high
The heart at peace all problems gone
Where are my pursuers
I think they are all gone

What is happening to me?
Thought I have completely forgotten you
So, why are you in my head?
Oh stop entering into my head

Oh feeling like I am sober
The voices are coming back
The illusions are so clear
Give me a potion abet my poison

Bottle after bottle filling to the brim
Leaving no space unfilled
Prescription orderly taken
No leaving untouched behind, tomorrow's dosage

A Marriage To Escape Being Dissolved

For what Baptism has left unsolved
Any Darwinian hope for the Newly Evolved?
There mustn’t be another vile scar
From a cheating on a flying car!

Vera should’ve the thing tried at some bar,
Just for her man, everywhere A Star,
To pursuers unreachable because far …

Yes, round The Scandalous had the thing revolved,
The subject not likely to be absolved,
Because of the inglorious lot involved
And an infuriating infidelity scarcely resolved…

A marriage to escape being dissolved

The Pursuers

The pursuers


Under the celestial awing 
there are degrees of darkness
stygian and silky night-blue.
Secret light seeps out of hurts
soon absorbed by night´s hue.
By the quay, lovers watch the light
Commit suicide in dark waters.
Night prowlers with knives
killing someone with a passion
and bath in blood at midnight.

The Anti-Everything

We've been played 
again 
for the sake of ratings
by media mongrels
rewinding the worst of mankind 
in in the bowel of primetime
24/7/365 (hog)feed
leaving us completely cleaved 
and bloodied..
We've been played 
again
by big pharma (those lords of greed)
poisoning the sheep for short term profit
pushing addictive chemicals and vague vaccines 
well aware of the (Bill Gates) of hell they're opening.
We've been played 
again
by ogre run governments 
(those harlots for a vote)
with porous/no border policies
citizenships handed out (not by merit as with CANADA)
but by one armed bandit lotteries.
Infesting districts and house seats one by one
with grabbers -never givers
Anti-American haters and Master race baiters
flag burning bottom feeders...
pursuers not of happiness
but of mayhem and anarchy
Godless creatures of the
anti-everything.

Boko Haram Terrorists

Boko haram terrorists

Times without number
A neighbourhood unsettling with a bomber,
Their grabbed territories
Zones of a thousand worries!

A people in panic
Piteously plan their escapes route,
Their pursuers, a manic,
Who must them funnily shoot!

It’s a horizon of unthinkable sleep
And the digging of graves not decently deep:
It’s a constant brandishing of a superior weapon
That precious lives make a lottery coupon.

North-East Nigeria to forever a story tell
That Borno was once a plain cell,
Each is increasingly a militant
Not convinced that innocent lives are important.

Excellent kidnappers they’ve got
And Suicide Bombers a lot:
It’s a pant welcoming an explosive,
Whose impact is a monster:
It’s wearer, an unbelievable youngster,
Obsessed with destructions, extensive.

Crazily, every Boko Haram
Takes non-adherent for a ram,
To readily his daughter
Slaughter and quarter
For a voiced and heard “Blood of Jesus”

What an Islamization of Nigeria
That should True Muslims anger in Algeria …

Enough Already

Enough Already!

You’re dawn’s ghost of a chance each new day can find meaning,
dusk’s thanks to creation, for gifts we’ve received.
You paint rhythm on roadblocks blank minds won’t let faze them,
revealing new words to lift poets from daze.
You’re fresh insights rhyme brings to the stupor of dullards,
not dreaming muse drifts when they raft what’s perverse!

You’re the models of physics, a Truth not demeaning,
that yields aid to pilgrims though some get deceived
when they think that they own Truth (pursuers of mayhem).
Your Truth’s democratic, a Truth all can praise.
You dethrone all religions that hoist up gross retards
who claim they know Truth, though they prove the inverse!

Let us praise that we’ve Science that isn’t religious,
elevate what’s pragmatic instead of prestigious.
Don’t let faith that God loves us be faith that’s less humble
or confuse faith with Truth! That could cause both to crumble!	


Brian Johnston
20th of November in 2020

Great Escape

Going to getaway 
Run as fast as I can
Every step I take will get me to where I want to be
Attempt failed 
They keep finding me
 
Escaped my captives
Speed is the essence
Can’t see where I’m going
Another jump and I will be free
Pursuers chase me
Ended badly I have a new collar that tracks me

Game and Gamer

Errant hounds capriciously bustle in an exceptional position near some forsaken backwatered millpond during some quietude noontime dismal conclusion concerning the game,

Per some dense overgrowth forward furnishes an exquisite refuge over the stalked moreover the superfluous breathing of one well-earned evanescent freedom comprise paid via the pursuers prevailing pattern during this auspicious consequence,

Preeminent preyed scampers incessantly before optimism regarding its autonomy of a choice pursuit that endures stirringly as an affirmed conclusion achieves its goal amidst a unique resonance due upon by a fatal singular blast.

In the end, the right to life and the right to survive is the name of the game.



Date: 08/27/2019

Race Relations

They run faster because they’re being chased
They turned their velocity into Olympic Gold Medals
And their pursuers are those whose hands rock the cradle

While they thought the runners were sleeping
They were patiently waiting for their season
And this is their reason

They know when they compete they will win
While their pursuers wallow in their sins
Because now they are where the pursued had been
And that's the end

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