Parents raise their young
In efferent flavor of
The new sunrise.
But as the great star sets,
We become beasts that hunt
For nothing less than
Suppression.
Medallions are too effervescent
For this ridiculous perversion.
I stand center stage un-claiming
A sweated brow now.
To anticipate silver is to
Masturbate an antithesis of meaning.
This proposal disturbs my silence
And I refuse in a tantrum—revocation.
Categories:
revocation, allegory, language,
Form: Free verse
Dynasties of greed and its economic policies,
political discourse and its perpetual odysseys.
Deficits through poor implementation,
voted promises and false trust revocation.
Borrowed capital and meeting their existing obligation,
taxes, high prices and corrupted penetration.
Violence done to keep the system to maintain,
multiplicity of ignorant ignorance polished vain.
Hidden figures with plausible deniability,
equal copious applied without responsibility.
Tightened belts and overdraft bestowed liberation,
practicing austerities in den prison damnation.
The ark of ignorance and its leaking admiration,
and the patriotic beasts lives by infatuation.
Government jobs that save the heart by devotion,
corrupted honor and its commotion.
The real austerity of integrity,
takes the spirit into liberating eternity.
Categories:
revocation, analogy, social, truth,
Form: Ballad
Sewing machine, long idle, gathers dust
Its graceful frame a filigree of rust
Needle, naked pointing to its resting place
A symbol of the toll all life will take
Sunshine streams surreal through silent space
Past the broken stone that was a window case
Beams of sunlight scatter wildly in their blame
Illuminating memories of pain
Love's last hallowed hiding place reviled
Beneath the jagged glass where once they keeled
To ask a witless god for sacred grace
And pray for revocation from this place
The battles ended long ago with no peace won
Lifeless soldiers buried neatly in the sun
Stars and crosses left to mark the empty space
Where lust consumed the last of love's embrace
Daylight sinks below the hollow gloom
Of lonesome darkness strewn across this room
The war years seemed like only yesterday
When history played out its terse cliché
Spirits stalk the dead to join in sin
'Till candles sputter, spent - now dark within
The stars give up a silent last cerise
And darkness fills the emptiness with peace
written 2018.10.22
Categories:
revocation, god, love, war,
Form: Rhyme
Close your eyes and use your
imigination
What if the world showed an
indication
that jesus was really satan
Itd be the biggest revelation
But what would happen to
civilization
Would christianty become a
revocation
From the The bible we start an
emancipation
This rap is a mass dialation
Under my narration
Do you need a translation for
all of this information
Heres one simple explination
Open your eyes and see this
damnation
Here ill put it in an easy
equation
it might take a bit of calculation
Of this summation me + you =
decapitation
Oh I forgot to carry the
castration
Heres another deviation of this
story
Told through the constillations
If you truely look youll see the
beautiful illustrations
"THC inhaliation
With no limitation
I have endless medication
"I stay as high as my
aspirations"
Thats my own quotation
Now wheres your admiration or
do you feel some aggravation
How does "Open your eyes and
see the truth" sound as a
consummation.
Categories:
revocation, how i feel
Form: Rhyme
This morning there is fog,
it settles on the window
and rolls down:
drip,
drip,
drop,
and so spills out
a melancholy thought:
perhaps, perhaps,
perhaps,
'There is no God'.
- During mourning,
a grander purpose
would have given strength,
but the day bleeds on,
and you decay. -
And I, Salieri,
like this fog do drop,
from grace
the final curtain,
the final gate.
So
come,
come, the rain,
streaming down the face like tears,
do choke away the pain,
for l'm not with God,
not today.
Categories:
revocation, history, recovery from..., religion,
Form: Free verse
O adored Italy,this lamentation
for an impossible longing,never repressed,
will echo throughout centuries yet to unfold!
Will I be forgotten for my prediction?
A revocation of tiepid nights,intently
spent staring at the twinkling firmament,
confirmed beliefs which have guided me
in days of bitter regrets and discontent!
America enabled me, to land on its wealthy
and productive soil; and her generosity
spilled over an enormous ocean and sea,
and offered me the infallible promise of security!
Now, like two protective and fearless soldiers,
defending her from intruders and envious alike,
my visible rainbow draws its colorful arch
with foundations resting on each side;
with joy,gratefulness and endless pride,
I owe them both: life,dignity,and happiness!
O adored Italy,this lamentation
springs forth with fervent words of affection;
I regret that my sixsteenth year was
was an unexpected and sorrowful farewell!
O adored Italy,your distant son...
still has that memorable recall
of your motherly tenderness and loveliness,
beside your unchangeable principle of justice!
Categories:
revocation, childhood, happiness, history, life,
Form: Ode