There has always been
Those, who idealize the past,
And those, who vilify the past,
And from this, the both
Will twist and turn, and burn
Through our history
And its pages
To prove itself
And then dismiss
The others to,
Wrack and ruin, as
Our human world
Continues burning, through
Apocalypse and shudder,
And our lot turns to be
Demons, that will little see
The demons, that they themselves
Made themselves out to be.
I can’t disarm this horde of army
Won’t try arresting the police
Can’t judge the judges by a jury
Can’t get a cold on foreign breeze
Thus, I was meant to sail on fool’s ship
That’s how they probably see it
Blamed just for my citizenship
I am the fact they won’t admit
“Stay where you are”- they say to me
I’m smiling back - “stay as you are”
That’s not a tragic disagreement
But more a comedy so far
So cloud my weather, make it sunless
It’s still not dark enough for me
I'm playing cards to hide from sadness
While sipping ever-tepid tea
Too many things went out of use
The old world dies, seems that we get
The most efficient little truth
That can improve the worst to bad.
You hate me for my color.
You hate me for our differences.
You hate me for my successes.
You call me names.
You call me useless.
You call me an outsider.
You marked me as invisible.
You made me your scapegoat.
You expressed your hatred, and
Excluded me from your world,
Allowing you to define
Who was welcome into your group.
Do you feel united?
Are you at peace?
That is, until the next tension rises and
A new scapegoat needs to be found.
This issue concerns mail-in-votes
It’s rigged says Dick Tator who gloats
Fair counting is in
Only if I win
And upon me everyone dotes
Blame lands on one back,
Others walk away scot-free,
Burden unjustly.
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We walk with the information of
quasars and the discernment of protoplasm.
Each day we live and die, each day our tears run dry.
Information is the rubble, the clutter of our civil war.
Reality becomes disposable when fact and
fevered fiction are made coequals,
when the rampancy of lies massacres the truth.
Each day we live and die, each day our tears run dry.
Propaganda walls our gated communities, our guarded cells.
So many concoct frightful conspiracies from techno-witchcraft.
So many dehumanize and scapegoat from delusive threats.
Each day we live and die, each day our tears run dry.
So many are captive here to the craven complex of revenge.
So many swallow here, the mollifying Fentanyl
of a cruel and brutal state.
Clinging to the demagogue, no one is free.
Somewhere in the brownout, is there a beacon?
Somewhere in the nightmare, do we awaken?
Each day we live and die,
each day our tears run dry.
Punished for nothing and sacrificed
For the sake of its murderers vanity
They victimized you to satisfy
Their own uplifting insanity
What was the subliminal god's reaction?
Seems he wasn’t too pleased with that
So quoting Mick Jagger, no satisfaction
Has appeared as a matter of fact
Mortal sins have exceeded all expectations
The worst get unlimited power
The wise have diluted in million variations
Their wisdom, to build more glass towers
The poor peaceful animal is unremembered
Under hassles and troubles of things
Kindness of the humble ones has been slandered
Evil thrive on the order it brings
What now, how about satisfaction
Where’s that god, is he not far around?
Pandora is setting up box production
And that scapegoat still falls on the ground.
Leviticus 16:10 (KJV) But the goat, on which the lot fell to be the scapegoat, shall be presented alive before the Lord, to make an atonement with him, and to let him go for a scapegoat into the wilderness.
Jesus, the scapegoat for all the world, the reason I know hope, faith and love, the beauty that lasts and never ages… His is a timeless love, infinite and blessed, the best gift ever given, the present that would never stop being amazing, wonderful, beautiful and treasured. He is the blessing that pours light into our hearts, reflecting the wonder of His pure, sweet love!
Silent, without protest
Carrying the weight of the world
Aware that He is sinless - innocent
Providing a way for souls to avoid
Eternity in hell, where they’ll know
Everlasting sorrow, despair, darkness
Grace from the One who is love
Overpowering the fears and tears
Affording the heart repentance
Taking away sins with deliverance
He is the scapegoat who sings grace to the world!
There're a lot of
Strange, funny and weird stories
It's common to be employed as a stuntman in acting
But not to be employed for something evils
But not to be employed as a scapegoat
Maybe a ghost is looking for a substitute
But it's certainly ridiculous
To look for a stand-in for sickness
To look for a stuntman for your fate
Similarly, never take for granted
Never ask for a stuntman in your prayer
Because God has had been a "stuntman"
To die for all mankind on the cross
Didn't you remember
So don't ask for a "stuntman" any more
So don't blame God any more
I believe there was a time
When you may have cared about me
I can’t say it was love
I don’t know if your
Capable of that or
Ever will be
Over the years mental illness
Addiction and greed has destroyed
Any kind of relationship
Or feeling of family between us
Lines have been drawn
In the rock
Unable to ever be removed
I’ve been drawn and quartered
The emotional pain
Has hit so hard it has
Become physical
And tortured my soul
The only way to move forward is to become
Like the the Phoenix
I must die and be reborn
You all have murdered me
May I finally rest
Peacefully
Of scapegoats
Who in cold walk without coats
For they have been neglected
And left unprotected
Of human race
Whose freedom is less
And whose efforts;
Meanwhile labelled ‘faults’;
Are nothing, but the burden
That which they do not deserve
Of mankind
Who for nothing labor for the unkind
And toil to no avail for a free mind
While their speech
Is and forever a somber pitch
Here is just a little clue,
Look inside the words I write,
Other words hide in there, too,
When packed in tight, they unite.
Scapegoat is the first one,
I don’t think a goat’s aware,
Escaping from this poem,
That his pelt might need repair.
Afterthought is complex too,
A thought that comes thereafter,
After all the work is through,
Thought-too-late distractor.
Airbag? Are you serious?
Air, of course, you cannot see,
Plastic bags are hazardous.
That just makes no sense to me.
Doughnuts are my favorite treat,
It’s true nutlets grow on trees,
Bakery goods are oh so sweet,
But I’m out of dough, you see.
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Do you have what it takes?
Fast forward
hit the breaks
Life retaliates-
And I can’t hear you
I’ve raised the stakes.
You’re losing,
abusing the guidelines
Trying to read the fine lines-
That are already erased.
My reality is faced-
With demons trying to bring me down
I can feel myself drown
In and out of breath
Your words they hit me
And clog my throat-
It’s such a pity
I’m the scapegoat
Social Media, a much maligned platform
Neither incites nor recites cretin creeds to form and inform
Cultures and futures steeped in heaps of disorder
Which account holders in their folders call to order
To invent and reinvent possibilities so vile
They invite unfair criticism and cynicism imbued with bile.
Account holders on social media bear their fair share of responsibility
For actions and distractions they inject and project into social media versatility.
The Scapegoat
It was either her or me,
I choose it to be me,
not because I loved her.
Maybe I once did,
perhaps I did love her,
I’ll never know… it's too late.
I always thought she could do better,
in my mind, she deserved better,
at least better than me.
That's what made me come to the decision.
I’ll be the one to give in,
she never asked me to,
I choose to,
not out of love,
not of out of care.
Just because she deserved better.
The day came,
a few minutes before my surrender,
there she was with another.
Another arm holding her tight,
another lips kissing hers,
another man being there.
Being where I was an hour ago,
Where I always been,
until then.
I stood there,
speechless,
lost and confused,
knowing it is too late to turn back.
Without thought,
knowing that I was nothing,
nothing at all,
but the scapegoat.
I took her with me.
It was I!
It was I that deserved better.
Only when I could see I knew I was blind.
I did love her,
And still do
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