Deprived by country and elsewhere
For deeds and actions I didn’t do
Suspicious here, not welcomed there
You can imagine my worldview
You’re privileged to move around
Your peaceful countries waged no wars
I’m privileged to go without
The double standard world of yours
You think of nation seeing me
Though it’s not me but your projection
You’re talking to contemptuously
I only mirror your reflection
In Wonderland founded by bandits
Stands a glass house where I live
Break it to shatters, I won’t mend it
Just bear in mind I cannot leave
By circumstances I couldn’t manage
And to be honest, no one could
I am dehumanized and savaged
And you all set and understood
I’m not complaining, but just telling
The facts of living that I find
Funny enough to rhyme, compelling
Your short attention to unwind
I am a laughing man of August
I am a crying man of March
When spring blows off the winter dust
I click some photos to enlarge.
Each ivory tower needs so much power and water
Society is the fall guy for the pie in the sky AI lie
Cultures savaged ravaged caricatures by vultures
Slyly trying to deflower mother nature’s daughter
Dodgy dealing resources stealing planet’s reeling
Preach each data centre like a cultural placenta
Layers peeling players say mentor no glass ceiling
Am a lamenter of break neck tech wreck dementor
No healing waste from haste paste without feeling
We’ve heard it before the computer is our future
Smoke and mirrors AI on the fly the latest suitor
Us all just a data commuter for a leech not tutor
Beseech purloining then coining no way to teach
The conceit of the deceit is an elite cheat ripsnorter
Train bots brain rots turns us into tots & lots of have nots
Only glower of people power can stop the slaughter
Three thousand years of pain
One hundred and fifty generations,
Can we define this as insane
A cauldron full of grief and trepidation.
No one deserves this sorry fate
Enslaved and dispossessed,
Wondering the world as human freight
Herded and processed.
Yet there lies across the fence
A people just as ravaged,
Between the twain a situation tense,
That by history's sad fate - has too been savaged.
Israelis and Palestinians divided by their faith,
Fighting over dirt their grandfather's tilled,
Where once was pride in sense of place,
Now lonely graves where blood was
Spilled.
Is there an answer - a solution to this sorrow,
Where cousins in but name may coexist,
Or are we yet to see more wars to follow,
And not from killing to desist.
The future is not mine to give,
But a prayer to free them from this yoke,
May a path be found for all to live,
To make a life that’s more than hope.
S/He walks in bias
As s/he thinks not of himself.
S/He has many a vice
By which s/he does more to others than to himself
As s/he feels his/her disservice to others
Makes him/her nearer to Himself/Herself.
The Modern (Wo)Man.
Full of knowledge
Sans wisdom
Lacking the tryst of self image
For s/he nourishes the advanced sciencedom
Which brought Moscow, Mumbai and Madrid nearer
But a cleavage, so dearer of minds.
So comes the external prejudice
Which reins the seminal minds
With a little or no vision.
Today has all to say
Not anything for tomorrow
The Modern (Wo)Man,
The most civilized and
The most savaged to protect
Her/Him and the burden which
S/He has promised to be obliged,
Is the confluence of
The venomous Chemistry of the mind
And
The meanest mundane of Biology
Short of Historicity and Epistemology of Time.
Please love me in completion
That you have seduced me
into the cuspuss of having
Only then to say that their are
Others
To claim it's natural to be mean
and uncaring, sorts the very dignity
Of Savant people
The ruins of your past relationships
are uncovered
Revealing the architecture of our
demise
Speak me as yours to restore the
decency of saved and never-savaged
Peoples
A nurtured land to bare the fruits
Of our labor
That our togetherness is neither in vain
or unwanted
To each ends and in full supply might
From Phat or Fat
Tricking a man to
Marry
By: Wellknown Writer
we be together
To devalue the terms of being used
and neglected
That we as one might never see suffering
as a means of punishing ones
Preferences and misgivings
Oh love perfectioned in trust
Speak me as yours
Might I sort the fruited plains
For our wines
“Hope becomes desperate when the view is the sun.”
- Quote by Poet
Tomorrow seems far away,
Today hides something needed,
Today veils something to be seen,
Tomorrow heralds a different pursuit.
There’s a call to come,
There’s a summon from the deep,
Light is leaving to another room,
Though not lost but takes another form.
Music from the other side can be heard,
A rhythm of bloom that resounds,
It reaches out its hand,
It says, not all can be savaged tomorrow.
January 4, 2023.
As sanskrit simmers
upon the splintered mind
of savaged souls
the evolution of emotion
eloquently enters the environ
of your vulnerable virtue,
entreating the crying heat of your heart
to hasten no more
towards the shadow of shame,
Her Shadow sang the sorrow
of a suppressed sweetness,
a love forbidden in the phobia
of the world's dervishing dystopia,
sanctuary was not in her heart,
it belonged in her heated nerves
the expressway of uncompromised courage,
Her Shadow knows how her skin sweats
when the Damned dismiss her love,
Shadow knows how her eyes sting
from anything mean to her sincerity,
her Shadow holds her tears
in hands of ivory,
fantasizes that rage is beauty...
J.A.B. 2023
Heart's silent scream
lovers torn
from savaged arms
Hunched over
bludgeoned into queue
they disappear from view
Auschwitz
Bergen-Belsen
Buchenwald
Dachau ...
'Arbit Macht Frei' *
___________________
*'Work sets one free.'
Sign posted at the
gates to Auschwitz
~ Hell on Earth.
Apparently Soup finds the Latin word for ‘Human’ offensive;
about as ‘P.C. gone wrong’ as it’s possible to get. I have had to
include completely superfluous hyphens in order to get the word
accepted.
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Our home in the stars so often ransacked
Homo-destructus had forced us to act
So quick to breed
Killed - not to feed
Our ancient ancestors counter-attacked
All rounded up for a new rebirth
Transported far to a fertile Earth
A gauntlet they ran -
- Neanderthal man
Homo-destructus; victor or serf?
That was a million Earth years ago
Call us inquisitive, we need to know
A long stellar trek
In order to check
What occurs when you let primitives go
Five light years travelled to view their progress
Earth is an angry and war tangled mess
Our crew now lay savaged
Our ship also ravaged
Homo-destructus sees no welcome guest
That primeval race that we once left to swarm
With clubs and flint axes their weaponry norm
Strangely ironic
They’re now atomic
And Homo-destructus remains true to form
It hangs upon the precipice:
once lethal, looming by design.
A stalwart, buttressed edifice,
the press of time has not been kind.
The howling seas, like dogs of war,
have savaged once proud prominence.
The cliffs that thwarted all before,
succumbed to tidal dominance.
With shoulders squared, and jaw tight clenched:
no further; here, the line was drawn.
The hounds at bay, thus firm entrenched,
a costly, lasting truce was spawned.
By blood, by sweat, a people saved
to live out days beyond these walls.
There on the battlements engraved,
vita pro omni, life for all.
Ironic, then; ‘twas built to last.
Uncaring, time just marches on.
A crumbled vestige of the past,
no rescue now; it’s too far gone.
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for the Pick-A-Title, Vol 31 Poetry Contest
sponsored by Edward Ibeh
written on 07/10/2022
Old Man Forest, way past prime,
ravaged by the test of time.
Savaged by rot and decay;
scarce thought it would end this way.
Strong, he stood for years and years;
now, enough to bring to tears.
Rotting from the inside out,
how much longer, much in doubt,
till he falls to forest floor,
stands in beauty nevermore.
Acorn to a mighty oak,
there to bask in sun and soak,
high above the canopy,
sheltering beautifully.
Insidious parasites,
death by multitudes of bites,
chew his marrow, strip his strength,
termites run from length to length.
Creatures found in him a home.
Soon, he's resting in the gloam.
Rising up from the decay,
the next giant grows one day.
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a little different, in that all lines are 7 syllables
searching severely?
they are before your nude eyes ~
rose rock rustic rich
lack inspirations
songs seem simply swirled savaged ~
diamonds discarded
walk talk converse love
melodies will fill your heart ~
music everywhere
28 October 2021
World views matter,
sabbath gratitude informed,
and savaged loss exflowing
Communion reviews matter
most when not nationalistic splatter
To remain focused
informing nutritional economic choices
forgiving our inhumane ego rejoices
of past disrespect
against empty relationships
devoid of polyculturally resilient voices
Practicing
in gathering
keys of nonviolence
for political win/win empowering anthems
danced in co-investments
Preferring multicultural reflection
on theological health
through polyculturing wealth
of experiencing each EarthDay and Night
revolving Matters
Muses
moving
empowering sciences
enlightening macro-economic world views
about Power's practicality
for restoring win/win justice
through a global moratorium
on punishing disrespect
against Earth's original sacred feminist
green/blue indigenous wisdom,
Cooperative grace
for winning health
not competing
win/lose
unsafe splattering race
to lose/lose hell
is absence of wealthy saving face
If and when
our Earth views matter,
sabbath gratitude informed
and/or savaged loss
exflowing climate splatter.
So they told us to all lock down,
and stay inside for months on end.
They savaged the economy,
I guess that it was all pretend
since now thousands of snowflakes are
rioting in such massive groups...
Maybe Corona doesn’t hurt
human beings when they want to loot?
The media that chastised us
for wanting to reopen doors,
now venerates these rioters
even declares we should see more.
More people shot, more windows smashed,
more madness spread in our cities,
it’s funny how they changed so fast,
forgot that whole Chinese disease.
And all of the same leftist types
who fought to keep their states closed off,
now cheer-lead mobs roaming the streets,
and terrorizing every block.
No thought of if the pandemic
might resurge because of all this,
I guess that was yesterday’s panic,
now up to terrorists they kiss.
I guess this should teach all of us,
don’t listen to what they may tell,
they just chase what brings them power,
even if it brings us all hell.
Maybe we should bring it to them as well.
Hopper and his hand
Showing us what
Coffee consumption
looks like, at 3am...
With a war waging on…
His stroke mastered the
Indemnity
Of the slurp,
The underlying principle
Of 24/7
Strangers screaming in silence
And soldiers savaged only hours
ahead
The lights of Gotham out,
The painting’s hollow illumination
As if it was all happening
between patron and comrade
server and those serving
The rest of the world asleep,
probably never wanting to rise
again
And those awake, just wanting a refill.
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