When ideas aren't too vivid,
feel the absence of clarity,
scatter despicable hypocrisy
into each howling wind;
dream only of greater things:
show disdain and be enraged
at uncivil behavior that stinks!
Scatter despicable hypocrisy
into the howling, furious winds,
let them carry to a distant planet
further than the Moon, Saturn, or Mars;
save Humankind from this toxic dust:
deceitful tyrants deserve no pity!
Nowadays, kids don't have sound minds
with determined goals for success,
no excellent grades to impress;
their thoughts are influenced by demons.
When their jokes are arrogant and miss wit;
when their laughter is without delight,
it's a clear sign of an alliance that harms
their existence with a sudden obsession with disgust.
It might be too late to lay their path straight,
each effort can save them from a suicidal state!
Scatter despicable hypocrisy
in that tumultuous sea
with raging waves and high winds,
it'll strike any shore without a dire warning;
let parents heed it and save their children,
so they can live life peacefully.
Dignity and decorum
Belong to those without need
Separating and sucking
As they pillage and feed
...the lowly
In the high court of royalty
Permission must be given
For dogs to be seen and heard
As cockroaches among the livin'
....saints
How dare slaves demand
The right to breath the same air
As those who have "right to rule"
On a planet that isn't theirs
...to inhabit
A mouth full of words
Is good for thought
The universe has spoken
And given what you got
...eat!
Written by Trudy Schrader on 03-30-2026
Winter storm pending
humans scurry to prepare,
to stash provisions.
Scatter my dada
Don’t let my enemies laugh at me
Don’t let me break through this hard times
Don’t let this Empty bottles of alcohol
Consume my heart
Don’t let my worries be my torture
Don’t let my dreams be my fear
I have been through this fires with it shadows smokes and flames
I thought it will shape me a new person
I have been calling for grace
I hope it don’t take a life time
So don’t let me give up on myself
I have been hoping all this times
I have been working hard all this days
Don’t let me break in this era of temptations
I don’t need to
Scatter my dada
Scatter my dada
I feel alone despite all around me
I feel like am drowning with no words
Yet my silence is louder than my quest
Don’t let me be far from favour
Remember my good attribute’s when am down and tired
Remember my words when is night
There is no sweet pain in darkness
So Don’t fail me when my energy is done
I was a survival with no remedy
My past are full of the art of actions
So don’t let my life be an empty vesel
Don’t leave me to break my dignity for vanity
Cos this will make me
Scatter my dada
A letter to my maker
Corncob lay basking in the sun
Sunbathing and having such fun
But it got so hot
His nib-lets were shot -
Popping off the flies, when done
Intellectually and artificially
Can it be more worse, tell me unofficially
Why should we be managed for what
Bloody purpose to satisfy who’s plot
To tell you the truth
I miss my youth
I’m sorry this lesson to learn
But you feel the same
Here we go again
But thank God we shall never return
Away from this paradise lost
I can’t pay the required cost
Back to the paradise found
Scatter my ash on the ground
Whatever ground it may be
Doesn’t make any difference to me.
snaps cowgirl Indian boyfriend
The sound of buffalo meat on her teeth,
Taste the smell of sleep,
Cannabis wafting,
Chew the diamond, steal the slipper,
Call the captain and skinny dipper.
The palm fronds climb.
Squaw walks whiskey hills
Eyes cracked wide shut
Gripped by the hunger of a world,
chasing visions
The moon bleeds through the window
The stars hum a song of youth.
Scatterbrain, I refrain from learning, yearn for better days.
But alas, I feel dumb and dull, like unused clay.
Refusing to mould into something you desire.
If only you knew the struggle I bear, all you do is point and stare, I do declare that this worlds just unfair.
With each shame and blame, I regress in my fight.
With each shame and blame, I regress in my murk filled mind.
Just a dark grey cloud debating aloud in the night.
I scratch and I claw, amidst living yet dead.
Fearing the glares that leave me filled with dread.
Pointing and poking, awaiting for my fall.
Hoping i bow out in disgrace to it all.
My inner demons whisper cruel, careless words.
Berating my spirit, leaving me unheard.
Yet here I lie awake, seeking a break, from this scatter brain maze that
makes my heat ache.
Searching for peace in the chaos I've spun.
Yearning for light, for the battle to be won.
Fun filled, each of my days,
I'm fulfilled, the harvest of my blessings is rife~
in my ways.
So, no excuse,
I'll scatter town like a wildlife ~
let loose!
No stress!
Even no strife~
Yes!
Fun-filled, each of my days,
I'll scatter town like a wildlife ~
Yes!
The echos of our yesterdays
resound in steps throughout this maze
while whispered winds sing songs of past
their tunes don't tell how long we’ll last
A ticking clock's duplicity
is taunting with its mystery
from merely moments meant to be
to life beyond a century
We ease our minds, insisting things
exist like flying clocks with wings
or seconds standing on two feet
while time rolls down a one way street
No telling time to change its ways
or how to pick who goes or stays
we’re forced to ride the very wave
that drowns the ones we fail to save
We reach for what escapes our hand
caught by the breeze like grains of sand
that scatter far beyond this earth
long after death, before our birth
Foolish whims scatter
I played at life, but life played me harder,
Lived bet to debt, in life's Russian roulette
I place a wager, speed into danger
My foolish whims, scatter in mistral winds
Now tossed by waves, by blind forces of fate
How they orchestrate, time, distance and place
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They stand on the pointy end
of compass arrows,
friends and strangers
scattering, flickering now
like fireflies in a jar someone else
is carrying yet further away.
The young are born
on the far side of the moon
where nobody looks
for the earth.
Of course the dead have left,
but you still have their business cards,
debts. owed to you or to them
not money, but hand-me-down memories
those 'post-its' once pinned to the hope
of a shared journey.
You suddenly know you are alone,
the only fish in a shrinking pond;
rooted now by the very long roads
that brought you here.
Will you follow the calling winds,
will you backpack up to another peak
that goes nowhere?
Your are a veteran of foreign engagements,
time has so slowly
placed your heart in a box of pressed flowers,
a box muffled by plush and velveteen
one as large as any coffin
its four walls marked
'Do not open until the last train
leaves forever.'
I laid my burdens down today.
I prayed graced mercy grant my fade:
Let rushed wind gusts scatter me hushed.
With your idle chatter
You’ve awoken a matter
That could a family scatter…
With your idle chatter,
A warring metal’s clatter
Dared to a unity batter…
Satan pays pro rata
For wrought mischief and idle chatter,
At times tipping the latter:
Let me see you become fatter
With your satanic idle chatter!
Someone there is at it,
That likes the very bit,
Scorning all for flattery
Or as is at, for some treat,
To the very end of the initial start.
Something there is that shows,
Outgrown and visible on no hearts,
Flattery like, mouthing out for bites,
Or as it be, for same reasons as hers,
To the very start of the initial end.
Reflections of all are mirrored in self,
And disregards made of things alike,
The deception of being one rejected,
Or as is at, the colossal blunder.
Of lies told, to the scatter.
Truthful be to the trust of time,
Truest be to the trust of one,
In expressions and in tone.
Poem by Hudhaifah Siyad Mohamed
24th Nov. 2019
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