Alliterating Awareness
Sowing senseless seeds,
Reaps rotting repulsive rage:
Ripping reasonings:-
Liberating love,
Healing hot hell’s heating hate:
Plowed peace perfected
Living lovely life,
God’s graceful guidance given:
Fruitful faith flowing:-
From bathroom pipes, kitchen sinks
From inside cabinets, drain and sewer points
The cockroach approaches in a flash of time.
Once sighted, woman gets scared and yelp
A chance for the brave husband to help
And to flaunt his bravery and might.
Seizes the broom sitting at the corner
When the brave man comes with the broom
The sly cockroach is already lost from sight
The brave man hits at every nook and corner
Misses the target, and the mission to kill, fails
Leaves his wife in utter despair and anger.
Finds the pest below the cot and hits it hard
The cockroach struggled but did not die
Broom snaps, pest flees without a trace
Nastiest pest, nocturnal in habit
The insect at its best at night
Rarely surfaces in broad daylight
Finds escape routes to hide from sight.
The insect loves and lives in grime and filth
Ill at ease in open space and broad daylight
Always in hiding and retreating to dark
Pale tan , reddish brown, glossy dark to black
Shades of repulsive colours, gross to look
Notorious for infestations and spreads diseases
Now hogging limelight in media discourse.
Larger than life the vision brings panic,
a sugary jar drew an unsought guest.
Leaving lines on the glass legs like a stick,
the anxiety of it’s journey.. I’m stressed.
Rapidly this fear turns my pulse frantic,
all I can think? Put courage to the test.
Sweet tea on the tongue truly corrosive,
baiting palmetto bugs.. just repulsive.
I learnt a new word today.
Catatonic.
The vexatious coax of its accuracy sanctifies the burden of my reluctant existence.
The vacant faith of its salvation glorifies the redundancy of my timeworn stagnation.
The inertia of my own consciousness rouses within the weight of my repulsive apathy.
I am absent.
My reflection in the window distorts into a portal.
The pale of my skin shudders, an ashen pallet of abasing beauty.
The tremors of my skin winces, a demeaning pallet of humiliating fortune.
The curve of my lips stitch shut, a confined pallet of overflowing tincture.
The violent, lilac fuse of deprivation pounds my crimson in a bloodthirsty famine of a desperate call for condemn.
Yet, the only paragon unearthed is the vacant, potent inevitability of saturation into the voices of my own void;
I will forever remain in an absence of my own conceded mould.
I do not want your love
unless you know precisely how repulsive I am,
and, knowing it,
find yourself compelled to love me all the more.
He is nothing to me but repulsive at sight
any misery he suffers brings me a delight
I avoid him at all cost and always he I ignore
for his constant rambling suffers he bores
he looks more ugly than a human really can
for everything dumb and stupid traces to him
He does nothing but scream insults at the night
crying for he suffers for being himself what a plight
He never had a job still lives with his mom
who sits by her upstairs window appearing embalmed
He constantly sweeps the street over and over again
then the dirt he gathers he tosses into the wind
He always wants a lighter or to borrow a dollar or two
I tell him to go away got nothing to give to you
Strange and derange I try to pray him away
But even God won't take him Satan prefers him stray.
Why do I hate him with him it is all to feel
He is like a demented cartoon nothing about him real.
Cry for Help
Winnowing time for recollection
In life’s moments of satisfaction
Without artificial stimulation
Or the blunder of the situation.
Stuck in an era unresponsive
In the guttural dungeons of despair,
Begrudging a knee-jerk reaction,
Mechanical friends become repulsive.
The beleaguered mind crazes
For a one-directional mission
Of taking life to the limits
To achieve perverse relevance.
A call is put out (an S.O.S.),
Like a message on the Internet,
“Light is flickering: Save me!”
And by chance, someone will notice.
Trump is impossible, the media say
Hope he’s gone soon, many pray
He’s vile, vulgar and repulsive
Not to mention totally impulsive
Says what he wants, when he wants – Imagine that!
Tells so many ‘stretchers’ – His tongue’s an acrobat!
‘Course the Southern border’s quiet these days
And gasoline costs way less, by the way
Amidst predictions of economic disaster not coming true
There’s a boon and a boom in store for me and you
He’s taken out Iran and now Venezuela
Their pariah rulers about to crater
But who cares about prosperity, peace and hope
~ The President needs to be more celibate than the Pope
My old dysfunctional friend
Knocked on the door again.
I keep telling him I’m not interested.
But he is very persistent.
The liquid he is pushing.
I find repulsive.
But can’t stop looking.
Like a train wreck.
I am.
Sad.
I try to walk away.
My legs walking through sludge.
My life, my heart, my spirit.
Spirited away again.
To a place I recognize but hate.
How does he romance me?
I find myself again hungover.
Oh God please let me off this nightmare roller coaster.
And every time I say I won’t.
I find myself sailing away willingly happily.
In the same mean, hurtful, and treacherous boat.
You haunt me so and you interrupted my flourishing flow
You passed through me and couldn’t let me be me…you see?
Like a ghostly soul’s glow…the intensity and frustration will grow
Set my lonely soul free . . . Don’t need permission to be me!
You need me to want you…
You want me to need you…
You taunt me with your fleeting voice
You haunt me so, yet I still will rejoice
You wanted me so badly…
You needed me, but sadly,
I don’t give a dam if you break me
With your water of an ecstatic pressure
I don’t give a hell if you burn unfree
In the oceanic tides of a cursed nightmare
We don’t need this crazed and disoriented confusion
We won’t be able to mend the chaos with tranquility
We shouldn’t be doing this repulsive, impulsive activity
Of fighting for the crown of uselessness and gaining envy
The modern world has practically eliminated chickenpox
But now has an epidemic of the chicken sh*t.
From top to bottom we see it infecting society.
If you’re in a position of authority, and
Use that position to target and oppress others
And undermine the Rule of Law through lawfare,
You are chicken sh*t.
If you are in a position of power, and
Use that position to enable other’s corruption
You are chicken sh*t.
From parents, to school boards, DAs, and the FBI
Corruption is now tolerated and pursued,
In the name of some vague social justice,
But really only because those doing it are chicken sh*t.
Have you ever actually seen chicken sh*t?
It is repulsive, slimy, wet and foul,
But it is good for one thing
Fertilizing your garden.
(9/21/25)
From one singularity came the exploding spark,
Not yet stars, not yet light, only potential.
A field unseen, stretched taut as thought,
Holding energy like a clenched fist of time.
Expansion surged, a storm without wind,
Not matter racing, but space itself unfurled.
Faster than light, yet no law was broken—
Relativity bowed, not shattered, in awe.
Negative pressure, a repulsion profound,
Bent the equations toward infinity’s edge.
In the womb of the cosmos, space time grew,
Doubling, redoubling, in a heartbeat’s breath.
Quantum tremors, minute as dust,
Were stretched across horizons vast.
Seeds of galaxies, of suns and worlds,
Carried within fluctuations’ song.
What mystery drives the inflaton’s dream?
What hand steadied the potential’s curve?
In equations I see its fleeting ghost,
A pressure that sings of repulsive fire.
And when it ended, it left a gift:
Heat, light, matter, the chance to begin.
The hot Big Bang was its second act,
The stage prepared by a silent overture.
I wonder still if beauty was its aim,
Or only chance in quantum disguise.
Yet in its breath, the universe awoke.
That folded barrio flour,
Candor candied blemish
Was found
Beside my times
Nestled curtsey
Pliant blush
Confi, confetti
Tower piza tall
Ballerina repose throw rugs
Of roja fiends
The upright ends alone
You know you got
Just what it takes
The stairway from I do
Baby you lost
What I take
There in wait
I am planned forwards
Rest of mind, escapes in days
Mare on jaunt
Fred nostaire?
Parent hatred and fair
Whims and spotlighting darkness
A posting flyer of despair beautifully written
Collide in hides
Invites and excentric
Repulsive conversion of meeting place
School ties and community bland
There are terms humanity uses, phrases words appear."
To communicate emotions, in aim of clarity, or to help
Verbally in communicating our anxiety, or sense of honour
Even anger, love or fear.' Some terms are formed generically.' Yet others are forged and planned.' To strike
At the spirit, heart and souls of 'right thinking women and
Man' the word ( elites ) is being used to describe indeed
The dregs..' its as dis-informative in the context and concept
Indeed its correction ' must get now on its legs' to
Highlight those of repulsive ways..Who glorify abuse who
Plan nightmares today.' Who facilitate urusry murder and
Greed, who co-opt and co-erce for the basest of needs who
To be validated are willing to do the vilest' the dirtiest things.)
Scum could do.' I find no word low enough.! No term that
Will match.' To the acts of these lunatics and the sick dreams they hatch.' (They call wicked for good) remember
My friend; (2020?) and just extrapolate' then and only things will
Get on the mend!
There is a lister lurking
like a snake inside the weeds
who sadly just exists to find
and judge all other feeds
It serves no other purpose
but to poison and divide
placing names on ugly lists
deciding who and why
Its arrogance, repulsive
its labels an attack
a self-made judge and jury
self-appointed label hack
Beware, it seeks more victims
ladies, gentlemen, it’s true
this vile and vicious lister goes by
the name of skywatch.blue
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