You dictate to me
as you want me to be,
you strap me down,
and then you frown
if I break free,
to be who I want to be!
Yes, I do not fit
I won’t stand or sit,
as you try to school,
dominate and rule
defining me to be!
what you desire to see.
How can you desire,
to light a specific fire
quelling other flames within me?
Oh, what expectation
and determination
to snuff out the me in me!
Deciding for me
to be or not to be!
how can you ever
make me want, what you prefer?
Copyright © by Crystal David John
(Published in my book titled 'Trails of Thought,' which is available on Amazon)
Democracy is a portmanteau word
People in power, it’s well understood
The power is huge, and the people are not
They give power to a few who sound good
And those representatives are ruling class
They don’t smell like “demos” at all
But they like to be chosen by them, or by us
As democracy fable is told
But there is a sweet paradox I discovered
The assortment of those who campaign
Can’t recognize that it’s people in power
Because ruling’s an elitist game
Plain people aren’t very ‘elite’, to be frank
It’s believed they are not that refined
So what it boils down to is the front rank
Of the very top people aligned
But do you believe it? I doubt if you can
Considering what’s on the list
And what is prepared for us by those men
Looks not too enticing, at least.
The aim of ruling over others,
It should be the desire to help them elevate their
Consciousness, to higher levels of understanding,
As well as higher standards of living
And
Not to degrade them to groups of lesser beings and
Of poverty
Thus
Whoever wishes to rule must learn how to rule,
Himself first!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
27 December 2022
Two dogs were fighting each other.
The cause of fighting is on the bone.
That was only a bone in seeing.
It has no worth not of eating.
The feeling of winning is the price of it.
The winning is the name of the ruling.
The ruling can do everything.
It does not see worth in things.
Who fights for power is the example of a dog.
Power and ruling are only for God.
AQEEL RAZA
Gen-Z Ruling 2021
Gen-Z is what they call us we are the next leaders of America.
We have to make a difference for the next generation.
We need to make the world what it should’ve been before.
2021 will be a better year because it has us to make the difference.
We will stop the police from killing our colored people,
We will stop men from touching our little girls and women,
We will stop shamming everyone for their looks,
We won’t shame our people for their rights to love anyone or thing.
We will continue to wear masks and to keep ourselves safe,
We will never abuse our children and help them grow into their best’s selves.
We will show the world that women can do anything men can,
We will stop killing the world and its nature.
We will find a way to solve COVID-19 and save our people.
Gen-Z is what they call us, and we Will Be the Next Saviors of America.
-11/9/2020-
(2021 United States of America Visionary, Limiton Hankins)
Mailing Address: 5000 Warrington Rd
Oh, to rule the world with human nature’s best
chaos would surely dominate in its finest
as my mind wrestles against every challenging test
which I agonize over with midst bracing-up selfishness-crest.
If I ruled the world along finiteness-zeal
marked by flaws due to limitations’ seal
conflicts would be evident upon hardship deal
constantly needing remediation for pains to heal.
Meanwhile, as privileged to be granted freedom-flight
to rule my own by His enabling might
I yield to Him for direction sight
…soaring toward faith-propelled service-height.
I thank God for ruling over the world as the Sovereign
omnipotent in controlling against evil gain
triumphant bliss upholds His kingdom devoid of hate-stain
forever* to prevail where deeds of genuine love can never be in vain.
*Revelation 11:15 … The kingdoms of this world are become the kingdoms of our Lord, and of his Christ; and he shall reign for ever and ever.
August 25, 2020
9th place, "If I Ruled The World" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke; judged on 8/25/2020.
If I ruled the world
I would make sure that
All seniors would have a
Great life and not want for anything
Just the joy of making them happy
If I ruled the world
I would make sure that
A child is never abuse or hurt
They would be able to enjoy
Their childhood and not have
To worry about anything
Just be happy
I would make sure that
No one goes hungry
there would be enough food
For second maybe third helpings
I would make sure that
The ozone layer is repaired
It protects the earth
From the sun's rays and extreme heat
So, that the earth won't catch fire
If I ruled the world these are
Some of the things I would do
AUGUST 13, 2020
C-elebrate
H-appy
E-vent
R-apturously
R-uling
Y-our
M-oment
U-nder
T-he
Y-early
A-crostic
Topic: Birthday of Cherry M. Mutya (December 04)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
What king forsakes the ruling of his heart
To bow before a queen of cruel sting
Who takes but six sharp bites and then departs
When west wind and sun play in brutal spring—
Least of all the high king of Arctic gold
Who will call all at last to his domain;
Why fiercely kiss disloyal marigold
As if silk petals could console the pain
Or striped carnations' sweet and satin blade—
Sweet when they cover wide, denying eyes
But bitter as they heave through breath afraid
Bitter pain with miscoloured iris lies—
What God brings destruction to his own love
Love dishonest and never spoken of?
Kingship
is- hands of blood,
sparkling of fired law,
dead life in bread of forlorn beach
for land!
-September 12, 2018 Chattogram
Tyrants of the Ruling Sun
Let the universe swallow my slaving soul
As the sorrows surround the sinking shoal
The light lingers before it falls on my face
Edacious echoes engulfed will embrace
Sisyphean stars of sadness will defuse
The barbarians of Babylon will bemuse
Silent screams slumber in nomadic night
As the dogmas of deceit deluge in delight
Wandering waves of woe thru the mist
The blackness bereaves with a feudal fist
Apparitions appease the malefic mind
Idolatrous illusions a cancerous confined
The red moon menstruates the mirthful
A lunatic laughter of the hidden hurtful
Dimensional demons deft in their defend
In impeccant infinity’s imperious amend.
March.24.2018
Alliteration poem
Sponsored by: Silent One
Trump In Command and Ruling
Trump wants to command and be ruling;
With all our minds playing and dueling;
Keep on edge;
Hit with sledge;
What he really needs is more schooling.
Jim Horn
nations bow down
while I dream of a garden
paperwork overwhelms
Amidst forest sheath, shelters a castle once coppice
Yielded promises once kept now relinquished roughness
Shadows lace the ferns, cracks, and emboss moss; orchestral
Pieces crawl upon the ancestral stone castle walls
Noiseless dark and foreboding hypnotic mistral wind
Surround and bound my realm of one with one and all blind
Ought I, beget this magical slumbering beauty
Verdant tapestries would flourish my solemn duty
Sovereignty thereof my own medieval kingdom
Beauty in its grandeur, brandish domains sublime rhythm
Kingdom undivided ruled with integrity
Capture back what had been once blessed with its legacy
Days would chuckle with praise of honeysuckle sunlight
Rewriting freedom like the ocean waves move to bite
Bathed in the light will flourish enjoying the harvest
Overflowing wealth of golden fields, rivers, harnessed
Gardens comfort lambent skies through nourishing seasons
In my reign; doors open welcoming to the region
2/25/2017
"Democracy don't rule the world,
You'd better get that in your head;
This world is ruled by violence,
But I guess that's better left unsaid" - Bob Dylan
He sits on a throne well furnished with sweat, blood and tears
of many who have cursed and loathed him across the valleys,
deserts, and mountains.
He claims he's their king, but they see him as their emperor;
one who has taken away their kings, their way of living,
their heritage, their lands.....
A dozen warriors follow him everywhere he goes,
for he knows the wrath of people whose rights
and freedoms have been taken away.
As a prisoner of his own device,
he hides from his own freedom, for he cannot eat, converse,
sleep, or dream as a free-man.
A sword, cross-bow, and loyal warriors are his only companions.....
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