Hyperbole hubris
Venal penal
Avarice abyss
Bucolic tonic?
Ironic…sardonic
Or
Vitriolic bliss mate!
Mendacious salacious
Algorithm schism
Audacious outrageous
Vicarious or nefarious
Whatever geography
Clever hagiography
Moderate.. no berate
Generate..venerate hate
Casting various sordid spells
Schadenfreude morbid void
Everlasting..well..it sells well (swell)
But
Despotism urges Nepotism
Surges of Plutocracy
Merges with scourges of Kleptocracy
Purges meritocracy...dirges of Democracy
So
Resist narcissists trysts
Reminisces.. enlighten..persists
Sagacious benevolent gracious times
Redolent without malicious vicious
Murky mucky malevolent mists
Such a violent world we live in
Hard to know just what to do
For example both my mom and dad
Have slapped and spanked me too
But nowadays some choose a path
That may seem rather odd
To discipline with words instead
Of reaching for a rod
"The rod and reproof give wisdom ..."
What does the Bible mean?
In carrying out that principle
Some have gone to the extreme
The rod of discipline should be
To train towards peace and love
True discipline's tree yields peaceful fruit
The Wisdom from above
The rod of discipline is like
The rod of a caring shepherd
Who wields his rod in a loving way
For the sheep by him are treasured
The best example is God Himself
Before whom we sin each day
Does he beat us with a rod of pain?
No, His Word shows us the way
It's true at times He scourges
Some of those that He holds dear
Even then 'tis done in a loving way
Leaving naught for us to fear
Yes, nowadays some choose a path
That may seem rather odd
To discipline with words instead,
Like the discipline from God
Jessy James the scourge
Of the west
Not many out laws
would pass this test
A name like Dillon and Billy the Kid
Became legends for what they did
Nero an emperor the scourge of Rome
Though cries of history
The fire his own
He then built a palace
and Coliseum well known
The place of malice
And a martyrdom throne
Adolf Hittler was a scourge
A scourge of the Jews
No biblical knowledge
By usurpers he was used
An exterminate no less
But I digress
A tool of the Sovereigns
mysterious test
Another scourge
for the methods he used
Joseph Stallin was verily accused
Another of the signs
Where God would use
To stiffen and to chase
a remnant of the Jews race
The Bible a scourge and nothing less
It’s Revelation of the world
Despised as progress
The end of time and Gods success
We must confess
The end of this mess
Proceed to glory
While other digress
Putting faith they claim to the test
Saving soul of the faithful
Leaving others bereft.
I am Liberia!
Though scared by scourges of allien spades,
My resilience bears the fountain of heaven's grace,
Piercing the pangs of all my shades!
My independence, I breathed into Africa's lungs,
Clothed her with my stripes, the red, white and blue;
And gave her a star when she knew not one!
My waters rhythm waves of freedom,
Hailing treasured mountains and supreme chiefdoms.
Divine gemstones overflow the scopes of my coast,
Their sparkles define the image of my undeniable beauty!
My children are the ordained species of apex predators!
Their lineages are woven with blackness,
The tattooed birthmark of optimism—
Unbleached to proclaim the glorified identity of their motherland!
With arms of liberty I do solemnly pledge
The allegiance of a century filled heritage!
I today connect a living channel to the realm of your soul,
Bidding you welcome,
Welcome to Rediscover Mama Liberia!
A walk of freedom from the dark days of suffering,
The yoke shattered as the sun shines on his dusty face,
Once Slaved to his fellow man for integument difference.
The toil of his endless slavery accompanied by scourges,
His bare back bent to the sky and the whips of his master,
The Black Man was fervent in his virtuous desire for his good future.
The rusty chains left a shackled scar on his freedom path,
The virtuous future once longed for granted to him,
He's now a master of himself no longer bound to slavery.
With a pure heart of Gold he ascent to abide with his torturer,
Anew beginning for both race as they sojourn in peace,
All to the detriment of the Black Man.
Just like the saying goes “Old Habits Never old masters became wearied of equal rights with the slave,
Soon He was tagged niggard for trying to survive,
In a stound prejudiced once more for his skin colour.
Enslaved once more by laws of the old masters,
The Black Man returns to a mental plantation picking cotton.
Judged By the skin colour the Black Man continues in a race of life seeking equality and servile to Racism.
SAY NO TO RACISM
I stand alone a barking tree, where silent sorrows of ripples flee,
No one hears my calamity, wearing weeps of my raped reality…
Branches droop to ice-cold ground, solitudes surface of their drowned,
Abysmal anguish of leaves have browned, lacrimal echoes of their sound.
Randomized reflections of rivers flow, suffering scourges in their woe,
Ripples raging in their row, creating cabalistic contrasts as they grow…
The forest dense as to populate, the seeds of seduction must copulate,
All is dormant until the eyes dilate, weeping willows that magistrate.
I accept my life near the lamenting lake, weathering wounds as I wake,
The wood whispers as to ache, secluded shadows share the snake…
Wandering waters that ripples bring, vines that struggle in their swing,
Alone in my salvaged spring, where sparrows segregate in their sing.
Gif # 1
02.25.2020
Placed 1'st & POTD...Thank You
a carvery the sadistical it plough the salt on pewter it swords poles, rods,
it makes that satic it means a Conan, it twilight it scourges, it raid the emcamp it ask not
a baby humanity it ask not in eye, it had it gouged out
it asked the arm torn off it asked the nimrouiB Khan it asked it carried the a pole 50foot og long it made
it decapitated its own men women, child has thrown o'er these off a wall, 10s oh thousands
i sleuth it winds, it smouldered they ofh it made decapitated, a head oh a stick, do tell oh the inge
it taught og these own it asked oh me taught of the body og
women, i asked it Sorceri it Sargent it ask og me how is it the sticks, here is Herod, it me plough how we did meek it slaughtered
be me it taugh a central og it body part removal made a fistula
feed feel not it make of a feminine it made she, it stolen her it made i
me slouch a i a child is made a man, he Wilders the post
be k be known it hunted humanity it body become of apple
Weight is held in the balance found wanting
Heresy thought unorthodox behaviour
drops the pearls under a great price
A river of lies flows one after another devaluing family values
Filled with the impurities of sin under an idiotic phase
Resilient is the word
Where modern day modesty sinks below par into hell's furnace
We turn now and see branding irons casting lots
Truth and chastity becomes tested
in time entering through closed doors a one way ticket
Modern day virtues are on their knees lead heavy and weak of the spirit
Richeous is a way of dialogue that forces issues relating to fascists behaviour
Unholy tongues sharpened with hostility
Split scourges with venomous petition
A war against equality begins
With the bitterness craving acceptance
Where there is no moral ground draws a battlefield
under nature's existence
The right of such education stands denied to parents
whom remain without choice
Violated beneath freedom of speech
To speak openly
on concerns and welfare
in their soul's undervalued identity
Even to the realm of silence
I follow.
To primordial chaos
The specious zany follows.
Seemingly myopic,
my sepulchral glare.
Beware! Of conning eyes
you raider of fulfilled rapture.
I hound the hooded hound
for my demi-soul.
Adonis for Aphrophone
walks plutonian deeps.
Though, I come,
futility behind
scourges with strikes
of dejection.
Yet, on void grounds
I push to limbo
being met by wan faces,
wry creatures.
I fear that perchance
the blazing pecan
is ripe for reaping
Will you succumb?
Aphrophone!
faceless faces that conform
evil hands history's born
rage of one controls all
knees are bent before the fall
master's whip scourges flesh
tangled arms lies confess
trains are filled bodies crushed
guilty verdict truth is rushed
hollow lives in a hollow world
death is granted conscience curled
hell is cold desolate space
hating will embrace disgrace
never speak or conjugate
your life they must devaluate
bow your head to their demand
your questions they don't understand
you're not like them a different skin
same God made you, you're not kin
ignorance now a crop in the field
farmers of hate await their yield
insanity forms in the mind of man
from anger's seed tilled in the land
my span of life I've seen sorrow
I wonder aloud for tomorrow
5/23/17
Something wonderful is happening to
Planet Earth, good things are starting to grow,
Revitalised, energised, all aglow,
Inspired by change to this fresh season so
Nature initiates seeds from below,
Gateway to abundance is now on show
Inviting us into the larder of plenty
Satisfaction to bellies that are so empty,
Creation of all Devine new life emerges
Only this glorious season offers changes
Man and beast relieved from urges
Inflicted by the out going scourges
Now thoughts of calming weather converges
Gathering warmth as cold winter purges,
Sun shines and rain falling, life's essentials
Offering wealthy life's positive credentials
Omitting would be dire detrimental
Nature controls all never inconsequential.
19/03/2017
Man tames scourges
Eats distance
Sends his image
to his neighbours a thousand miles away.
Man makes deserts bloom
If he chooses.
Instead, he embraces doom
For his world and for his kind
He cannot tame his screams.
He cannot tame his dreams.
He cannot tame his passions:
The forces deep within
He lives by fear
He lives in fear.
He lives through fear.
He lives because of fear.
He grasps
He claws
He seeks all
But morality.
He seeks to prosper
But he fails to see
That the more that he tries
The more he fails his inner self.
So foolish
So thoughtless
Follow
Not thinking.
Why blame leaders
when things go wrong?
We agreed.
Just tagged along.
ode to shadows
as i peer out the glassed portières
penumbral visitations mock me; dare they
deign to scare this parched crypt of
adrenaline and cortisol, usurped by unquiet
scourges over lifetimes' rebirth?
steps shifting in the dark, familiar and
beloved; the shushing and stirring, commit
to draw me near; umbral amici and i
provide a panoply o'bosky trappings f'thee
a joinin' we, or off to obscure pastures
to wee thee pants for eternity!
Here I come, the one of a kind dark Lord!
I'm the one, criminals have waited for
The only one, all scourges look up to
Scream for me, your hero liquidator
The evil ones, wish they could be like me
Bad and strong, horrendous and so evil
The Sentinels, run in fear before me
For I am Leoric, the Skeleton King!
No divesture of this, the soul's remind
the will of intervention supplements
with watching's wrest, the citizenry not bind
to sameness value, while the truth is blind!
I then must separate from that ensuing kind
that regulate on vestige, inheritance assigned,
my courage has one merit, yet options are sublime
to change the course of wrongness, others leave so behind!
It is this costly virtue, no gain, no riches mined
but everlasting oneness, with those whose crowns were lined
with scars from no assuming goodness was just consigned
to those who blandish glory from past renowned refined!
It is the price of freedom, continuous ~ divine
that scourges not resumption, but "freshens" from confined!
"Sentenced but not silenced" Mandela, Malcolm X, Martin Luther King
James Bevel. (Gandhi and Jesus) Civil Rights Movers!
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