Melted in the background of the forefront of my mind
Thinking about all of the thoughts I've left far behind
Now everything within my head seems so very intertwined
The asterisk by the questions of answers I'll never find
Interference is what confuses my once solid mental state
Fear is the illusion that my enemies illustrate
Unbalanced in tortured abuses that echo and reverberate
Evidence seems inconclusive but not open for debate
Inhumane acts to humanity just a subject to be tested
Mind raped in profanity every part they have molested
Actions of complete insanity why was I even selected
The power of my anatomy has been tortured and arrested
V2K, silent sound, no touch torture, gang stalked target
How to fight those who always walk on Blood Red Carpet
bmdavey@10/6/24
RED CARPET
red carpet
of kings and queens
rolled out
it’s the one our grandparents knew
it rolls
one
up
in
a
heap
we struggle to understand
that suffering
and death
are ‘specially seen
in the latter years
i used to be green
i’d hear
the thunder crack of cancer
see the scintilla of light
under
the door
i’d wonder
of it
but not
know
the knowing
fills bone marrow
the scraping
of the bones’
throes
it’s criminal
rolling out the red carpet
to lawlessness
12/16/2021
I sit rolled in a corner
Almost forgotten
Quietly ignored
Crimson velveteen tufts
Densely packed
Underlay visible
Obscuring the majesty
Only ever ceremoniously unfurled
When dignitaries visit
The streets I cover
Usually covered in dust
Dirty and dank
Freshly cleaned
To impress and fool
In the fetid air
The tang of fresh paint
Dingy corners spruced
The homeless ushered away
Children beautifully laundered
Flowers lavishly garlanded
Overflowing bins emptied
So when I am laid out
And smart soles
Tread on my blushing fibres
The illusion is complete
And with my presence
The bare truth hidden
Fleetingly…
Till they have gone
And I am rolled away
Then in my absence
The putrid decay
Of real life resumes
Red Carpet
Red hearts of wounded workers
Red Carpet
Red hearts of wounded spectators
Red Carpet
Red hearts of wounded peoples of a country
Red Carpet
Red hearts of wounded poor supporters
Red Carpet
Red hearts of the difficult earning money
Don't walk on the Red Carpet
There is no pride to walk on blood
There is no aristocracy to walk on the wounded heart
Leave; leave the so called red carpet walking honor
Come, come to the humanity, come to the general unity
Understand, realize all by the inside knowledge sheer
Leaving boastful crown come to the common solidarity
-February 11, 2020 Chattogram
I walk the Red Carpet
to my toilet room
without the TV cameras , lights
and plume
now walking down
what they think
might be called
the cat walk
stopping slightly
pivoting leaning
whispering with
showing off
their latest statement
in religious fashion
what used to be
just one dress
called Sunday's best
designerless with
a woman always
hat headed
or a scarf but now
scoffed on because
they are liberated
in mind but
they're eyes
too blind to see
the book doesn't
agree with what
their modern
beliefs in letting
them cast stones
unfashionably
but sung in a more
modern they hate
song they are
compaired
by the height of
their steeple
as the aisle
to the altar
shifts and alters
uncoordinate
colors from
regal red
to grass green
but not greener
on the other side
from being eaten
by
all
the
sheeple
Glamorous actors
On the red carpet parade
Vanity's glory!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
25 February 2019
Cameras delight at each smiling mug
As Movieland’s best strut the red rug,
Then off every tongue
Flow torrents of dung
When speeches drone on, all selfish and smug.
A small little cabin,
the size of a garage,
typical natural wood
...over looking mountains
that speak for themselves
their vast greatness.
...lost in day dreams,
meditations and prayers,
coughs and sniffles.
I will chatter of mountains
though its all been said before,
landscapes famous like stars
They are the red carpet
trees stand tall, dressed in dark green
bodies that took years to shape
I'm amongst celebrities
still as cameras flash
I hear the elk call
They appear on the walk
Shy, alert, confident,
afraid you will hurt them
I stay calm not to scare them
the best at their best
I long to approach
but distance kills interest
I go back to the view
and sit with coffee and fudge
the great shadow climbs the view
the cool increases
as I write between phone calls
Who is better to know?
Oprah, or a mountain side?
...nature gives me more.
Watching mirror -
on scarlet lips
- she spreads smile
im not sure where i am going
this red carpet grave calling
fancier things deny me
of finer things
i cannot be
all these strings pulling me
to a lie called destiny i do not believe
i surely hope the kiss is sweet
forever
the red carpet grave greets me
life lessons
sour sweetness
where else does wisdom lay
venom on its teeth
the aisles of the movie store
where men are gods
watching over victoms
learning how to perform properly
where else does the secret of life lie but in the se4al of fate
of these wisdoms robbed from history
the simpler things we thought we were not recieving
lost in the midst of the red carpet grave calling
calling the million dollar man
by no other name but his own
whilst they call themselves hollywood
by his name alone
this just in
Michael Jackson just bust Heaven wide open
with Farah Fawcett
The pop star Allways knew how to go in style.
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