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Trapped midst bushes and brambles
No escaping their thorny briars
The harder he pushed and he tugged
The fying pan's oil emerging as fire
The Devil Himelf seemed to grin at him madly
O, how he yearned to flee, so badly
But he'd signed his name to fate's bottom line
One's word is his bond, ~ a mere matter of time
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The beauty
Of
Namatjira
White haired
Bark painter's
Of fish
Wandjina
Feathered man
Full sunset
Corroboree
Pintubi
Dancers
In watercourse
Colours
Of hills
And rangers
Near Henbury
Or was it
Kings canyon
South
Alice springs
Dome like peaks
Of Olga's
Stark landscape
Barren
Barkly
Near Soudan
Where
Dust storms
A common hazard
The faces
Of William Richetts
In the Maelstrom
Those colours
Of time
And day
House Wife's
Bushman
Children of the
Banka, Banka
Old hats
Tin shacks
The Southern Cross
Spinning
Creaking
Just there
In the sky
A Rhyme
To its own time
Wonky
Old water tank
Those proud
Spearman
From
Emily Gap
A shared history
Not us
Them
Just the
Layers of life
Turned sideways
Like
Krichauff Rangers
Somewhere
Out west
Where Echidna
Thorny Devil
( my favourite )
Freshwater tortoises
Swimming
Crocs
Beauty
In birds
Of flowers
Palms
In valleys
Secrets
Of bushman
Ringers
Dreams
Of its people
And fading
Its
Fading
Memories
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I do not know?
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My nation is married to corruption
I wonder if she is will ever see redemption
He had come to her with sweet scent and song
His aura full of attraction
She couldn’t refuse the temptation
For she was so naïve and young
And didn’t see the hidden danger
Behind his charming façade
If she had warily observed the stranger
She would’ve seen that all he has was damage
And what was in his eyes was not love but evil
She would’ve seen he was a devil
Didn’t she hear of his history?
That he put his lovers in misery
And before his evil deed is noticed
He must have gone far
And if ever the pain is eased
There must be an undoable scar
But she accepted him whole
And embrace him with an open soul
He responded by grinding her heart
Instead of a caress, he gave her a thorny scrub
Took her from the light to the dark
Sapped her beauty and made her an ugly muck
I wonder if she will ever be free
Because when I look at her lost hope is what I see
I wonder if she will ever have a divorce
Or is the marriage for better for worse?
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Flower in Transit
When the red rose was crushed in the turrets
of time in which blood trickled from thorny
crowns of creation hooks and thorns set loose
a pact with the devil lock stock and barrel
Petals dissolved in crimson powder once the
wicked wick alit the trigger sent laurels
of damnation six foot under rising to hell
a scorched lullaby and ballistic epitaph
Seeds were broken the covenant’s meaning
abandoned before ink on agreed contracts
had dried as perfumed bouquets reeked of steeled
metal dead skin and wanton demise
For that one moment though when she mounted the tank
and planted the flower she dreamt that the thorns
might get stuck in the hearts of transit’s deceit for to
change the trajectory and the smell of red roses to linger
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Emergency ward, Bed no. 05
By - Ahmad Rayees
I found her lamenting in agony on the bed
Like a hunted bird with broken wings
Her frail body was trembling in shudder
That Innocent girl Couldn't take the tremors of betrayal
Her soul was gripped in pain and disbelief
As though that devil has stolen her soul and dreams
She was shocked to know that she is been abandoned
And Shivering like the lamb in a thorny bush Without escape
As her cries pierced through me and,I was in distress
When I approached her, she was numb and anxious
She wanted to share her pain only to me among others,
But I was afraid to break the wall of her loved ones
I looked at her eyes, and she looked at mine
We both were sailing through a different timescape
But she was stranger to me as I was to her,
As I tried to console her eyes with my angst eyes
The teary veil fell apart and those eyes became calm
She was stranger to me as I was to her
And I walked away through the corridor,
I walked away tormented and desolated
Knowing that we stood a pole apart
She is restless and I was helpless
she was stranger to me as I was to her .
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Her pain provokes an anger deep
from within..
A hatred so ugly even the devil
himself looks in disgust as he shakes
an icy chill from his thorny spine.
Her struggle pains me..
A deep, searing pain in my chest; I
close my eyes and picture cold steel
hands ripping open my chest cavity
and tattooing words of hate and sin
on my heart itself. An excruciating
burn that ignites my insides like
Satan setting fire to a fresh
delivered batch of tormented souls..
I hate her pain. I hate her struggle.
Nay, I loathe them to my core, to
the pit of my guts, to the last drop
of blue blood from my fresh
squeezed body.
How can I help?
what can I do?
Besides sit idle and watch the love
of my life, the woman that gives me
motivation to jump to the stars and
reach my dreams, gives me the very
air I breathe in my lungs; struggle in
pain.
The look on her face as these two
things I hate torment my angel, rips
my soul right out of my body and
dangles it in front of me laughing,
mocking me as it smashes it to the
ground and stomps all over it..
"not any longer," I say to myself tugging impatiently at the pink wristband on my arm.
"I will not give up this fight."
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I pray today brings me wealth.
Not monetarily but spiritual health.
You see I’ve been backsliding some.
And I don’t like the feelings that have come.
I took my eyes off the Lord and placed them on man.
If you’ve ever done that I’m sure you’ll under stand
Brothers and sisters even in Christ will often let us down.
That is why we need to keep our eyes on the one who wore the thorny crown.
Somehow I got lost in the shuffle, got turned all around.
Had it not been for Jesus I’d never have been found.
He’s always in the shadows till we reach for His hand.
How can He keep on forgiving us, I don’t understand.
We have temptations that are many.
For it’s the devil who would love to snare you, for he has plenty.
Old satan sits and calculates all our weakest parts.
Whether it be a lustful eye or a hardened heart.
He fills your mind full of things.
In hopes to him your soul you’ll bring.
That’s how easy it is with him, he just plants a little thought.
He knows all our weakness and if we can be bought.
That is why we must stay in Gods word and never turn our backs.
That is why I’m praying for spiritual health to help take up the slack.
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When you are bawled with all sorts of insults when the sun sets,
Yet you are the uncommonly precious daughter all mothers wish for in the community
When your only heart's desire is serenity
When you play by the rules but still get your rump whipped like the rest...
This is when it gets to you...
This is when you feel burdensome, thwarted and pumped up
You bleakly want to do anything to escape from the sadness
You want to break the silence but you are voiceless
You want the chain of the persistent pain ended but you are powerless
You feel crowded on your own because the voices will not leave you to live
They whisper to you the devil that you are no matter how good your deeds may seem to be
You live under the shadows of burdens spit by the tongue
The words spoken pile up to be a hillock you must climb to discover the truth on the other side of the only truth you have learned from a thorny heart
You yearn for the unspoken for with them you could find a reason to persevere for survival but,
The gradient does not get less steeper as you climb higher
Every step up higher is a unit less of faith that it will get better
Nights are of tears and teddies to the bearer
Days are of all misconceptions of a spirit that has vanished
Only if hurt could be banished...
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If death is what the people fear
Then give them beer
For if religion
Is truly opium for the masses
Then empty there glasses
And withhold there bread
Until the starving succumb
And they finally understand
That it is I
Who hold there lives in my hand
So if it is God they truly seek
And they do not wish to meet there maker
Then they better start praying to the undertaker
And just to be clear incase there is any confusion
That is me
There 1 and only God on earth
If they want to prolong there stay any further
Man who fear's no God
Fear's no divine retribution
For him there is no hell
So what the hell
The devil may care
And he doesn't share
He is the Opium
The Father of a submissive nation
Who stoke his innermost desires
To make hey while the sun shines
On his throne of demented divine crime
That lines the pockets of tax chest's
That remain a king upon there throne
Of thorny brow and sleeplessness nights
That what he has taken by force of foe
The streets of blood blackened thick
No 1 dare challenge
Under fear of death
The stricken cower
Knowing yet this common man
Is flesh and blood
And 1 day 2 will die
Only to replaced
By another unhinged reprebate
Who will replicate
The power cycle
Caught up in the mantle mire
Of head of state
Kneel before me
I am all
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I am the truths and the lies
I am a devil, angel in disguise
I am the above and so the below
I am stability and rushing flow
I can create and destroy
I can uncover any ploy
I can possess all the might
And everything from wrong to right
None can mess with my rage
For they’ll be in my thorny cage
None dares attack my throne
For from heaven they’ll be thrown
Only he who has a heart
And a freedom in the art
Can try and approach my form
Or be washed by a storm
I am in everything you see
From the cloudy sky to the stormy sea
I am even what you can’t behold
Very hot or extremely cold
I am the god almighty
Even the lustful Aphrodite
I am moving into life
Showing up in peace and strife
I am a girl and a guy
I can swim and I can fly
Everything exists in the me
From the sky to even thee
I feel the world and it fills me
And I can hear your every plea
I mirror your every move
And from you I can remove
The breath of life and all the pain
And I can make your work so vain
But you see I am not mean
Even if I can do what I say
Alas you’re stuck in between
My humble way and the highway
You have free will to make your choice
You can be deaf or hear my voice
You can trust my love for you
And help me show you what is true
You can also fight the current
Though it is a powerful torrent
You can disregard my advice
And trust yourself to roll the dice
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The sky benighted, cloudy, grim,
In such a way that even dim,
Was every thought of mine.
And ponderous drops of weighty rain,
This morbid air and smell maintain,
Thus frame this scene malign!
With eyes as dreary as the soul,
Of sloth, whom devil wicked stole,
All cheerfulness divine,
I entered through my entrance door,
In mood that never had before,
My thoughts and feelings dine.
But not received have I just yet,
The third of nails, that vicious threat,
That is toxicity,
I nailed was when the light was out,
No heat, no freezer and no doubt,
No electricity!
The last of light, of soul, of song,
Those to humanity belong,
Have vanished in the dark.
I felt no misery or pain,
Just constant lifeless thorny drain,
Of nullity so stark!
‘Twas lyric song of being broke,
When doubts and wishes try to choke,
Your every inner peace
In that long and painful autumn,
I have made it to the bottom,
In apartment on lease.
The emptiness is Morgul vale,
In famous J.R. Tolkien tale,
Where only voidness grows.
And vast is Gorgoroth plateau,
Where even darkness doesn’t glow,
It is not even close,
To desert dark that was my heart,
To desperate mind, that lifeless art,
Which only past mine knows.
When wayward without light I stood,
There, without feelings, without mood,
No electricity,
My mind forgot the feeling old,
That often through my mind had rolled,
What is felicity?
And thought have I in misery,
If light again my eyes shall see,
Shall thee I recognize?
Or shall then current state of mind,
When death in paleness full me find,
Still linger in my eyes?
Then broken, shattered into smoke,
On old non-comfort bad I broke,
And then I felt asleep.
I dreamt have nought that very night,
And you that I have fainted might,
Have said and for me weep.
The morning met me different man,
With yawning step who quickly ran,
To bank to pay the bill.
With last of bronze in bank I paid,
And from my left to right I swayed,
Rejecting standing still.
Although I knew my daily plate,
In week to come would not be great,
I whistled in the wind.
For I have fought an unknown foe,
Who like a crow, was feeding slow,
On emptiness unskinned.
And as I whistled I grew gay,
And cheered from all my heart: “hurray!”
‘Twas electricity!
The battle I have fought is done,
And only time did bring me sun,
Now such simplicity!
When in despair my friend please call,
The grimmest, longest of them all,
The poem you have read.
In it stood I void and bleary,
But through time got healed and cheery,
Without the sun or bread.
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"The Boadicea Blood Cup"
Didst thou think? Didst thou?
Didst thou think, at all?
That thou would remain untouched, unchecked, unscathed
Safely locked up away from mine wrath and thee, thy self-made grave?
Imprisoned in your Dark Lost Woods of evil pungent sulphuric devil greens,
Speaking like an uncast angel in soft tongue
who could do no evil nor speak no wrong
In the company of skulking spineless serpents slithering forever
cursed un-named forlorn?
Guarded ferociously by that rabid dog, thy gormless sibling, thy reckless servant and her preening false prerogatives - so vain, so arrogantly reeking the smell under her cur-like nose and feet, her overblown ego and unanimous disdain?
Didst thou sibling think?
Didst thou sibling think, at all?
That by thoughtless folly, abducting mine own White Queen’s world,
mine own Royal Swan Child, the then recalcitrant girl –
thou wouldst covet mine own Cygnet
to thine own sour, shrivelled milkless teat to suckle
In your barren, childless, soulless world?
Then, thee darkly re-coursed to read falsehood fables
to mine own World
As above, So below, full Circle of Eternity
You thought to close the portal
‘tween Cygnet and White Queen
Betrayal’s in thy blood
a bonded evil duo
Deceipt and lies make a bed of thorny lying thistles
Together in thy Assassins Bureau
Truth the soul,
is branded in the heart of the White Queen
LUX VITAE pumping through her veins
She quietly and ever powerfully
summons The Army of Me and
Reigns in the strongest spirits from her cerebral Heaven
She castes her spells with Sword of Truth,
raises to her God her Chalice
Places a hex on your dreams, cuts your Morpheus off with her Athame
Whispering incantations of darkest obsidian and midnight blues
She drinks the Blood Cup her final Quest, her ardent panacea
She sleeps alone with misanthropic glee
and dreams of slaying the dreaded Jabberwocky and
The gormless passive Red Witch Queen
Our Lionhearted White Queen
is now Brave Boadicea
Somewhere in a lonely tower
Royal Swan Child hears Boadicea’s song upon the winds and lobbies
In a strange bland place of political renown,
there’s something in the sound - A voice so distantly familiar,
from somewhere deep inside her heart-strings
she remembers that voice that sings
The child, now a young woman, understands the state of things
The signet ring means nothing.
Latin written in a stirling silver locket that she’s broken,
holds the key, holds every lesson to be learnt
True meaning of this time of vacant hurt.
The lost locket contains the spell which will bring her Home
For through these words in Silver Heart that’s closed
The rightful Queen will find her mother’s gift to her
A victory never thought, nor seen, ignored and never dreamed
Her never ending Freedom Powers
Cygnet is True Queen.
(Lovejoy-Burton/March 2018)
For my beloved daughter, Georgia.
"Nothing will keep a mother from her child, not even death." Leanne Lovejoy-Burton, WRITER.
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