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a cosmic exercise in futility

The king loves his creatures quite white
Colored beings make him uptight
From those he’ll secede
Though that won’t succeed
Since leaving this Earth’s not too bright

God's Replacements

Nietzsche declared that God is dead
Since thoughts of Him man’s heart has fled.
If it is true that God is dead
Let hearts of men be filled with dread.

Once God had died the race was on
among the gods man’s mind would spawn,
which one would fill the space God left?
Yea, who would occupy the cleft?

The no-God notion tried and failed
To fill the void man’s proud heart veiled
The need for one greater than man
Whose essence man’s mind cannot span.

 Materialism also failed
As grift and greed man’s heart assailed.
Possessions could not fill his need
Once man from his God did secede.

Scientists tried God’s role to fill
Their efforts cannot fit the bill.  
The inventions their knowledge yields
spawn hazards that are like minefields.

Marxism, and all the other isms
has left society mired in schisms.
Man sought freedom by declaring God dead,
The absence of God brought bondage instead.

God’s replacements have failed to quell
The yearnings that in man’s mind swell.
These cravings only God can fill
As man accedes unto His will.

Looking For Purple

How does one interpret,
Everyday moments

We all want clarity and forthrightness,
So why the discombobulated torment

Of words that distort the facts,
Untruthful twisted personal attacks

The world is a grand stage,
Where reputations can be made

Or lost,
By words tossed

Without validity,
Or connection to reality

Yet the guilty play the victim,
For others truth is the conviction 

Or is incarceration their demand,
For the one in command

Tragically demeaning opinions,
Only further divisions

Where red and blue,
Have divergent views 

About black and brown,
And the color of their town

Political power seeks to secede,
Caretaking what people and the environment need

For all that was inclusive,
Destruction is their motive

Targeting personal freedoms,
Empowered by hypocritical Christians 

Exclusionary and perverse,
Because of a bible verse

Tolerance only for that which is white,
In America that’s not right

Change only happens if parties can agree,
 I am wondering what our future will be.

My Husband,Marry

My husband
Marry today my husband, marry again
Marry another wife, as you wish dear
Marry a brown woman, or white and gain
But dear remember, your first am near

My husband
Marry today my husband, marry the second
Marry the third, marry the fourth wife
Marry the hillock hind, as you wish
But dear remember, the first deer wife

My husband
The water you drink, from the pot cold
The beans and maize, you chew my sweat
My first golden love, olden me you hold
As you scold my dear, fold not your fate

My husband
On my High school shoulders, your future paradise
Between me and you, no teacher trespass
As you wish to marry, your foreheads disguise
For the dear so you, ruin our fore pass


My husband
Since your small world, of merry your paradise
Unstoppable you proceed, our wedlock you secede
As you decide to marry, scary and angry
But dear remember, your first am near

My husband
Your shortcut to marry, the cling of coins
Like bees you buzz, the conifer nectar to suck
With your beak open, your mind the loins
At last remember, the first am near

Self Righteous

You point your finger
You laugh at our shame
You boast of your body
and lack judgment of fame

You beg for attention
And call it dimension
You cry for acknowledgement
And welcome any argument

You blame everyone but yourself
We are all wicked,
We are all cruel,
You fail to face humility
and yet, we are the fool

What a lonely life you lead
When you’re always right
And cause unity to secede

Everyone is so self righteous
Forgive me for naming the injustice
Call me friend or call me foe
It really doesn’t matter though
When you’re the only one I see eating crow.

Destitute Roses

For you, 
Roses are honoring gesture;
Enjoy commemoration of past;
But don't realize,
You secede me from my family twig;
The pain I endure when you pluck;
We are pair of roses,
Weep watching own death,
Waning beauty,
Disappearing odour;
We are affeluant, 
Strew odour and beauty,
Make ambiance pleasant,
When we are intact in parent plant;

© Sadashivan Nair

Two White Wines

Dinner with old friends:
salmon with red cabbage, asparagus, Caesar's salad, penne with
      broccoli, two white wines.
Jane Jacobs could analyze how it all got to our table
or even how their daughter came to us from Cambodia.
The economy or market bringing a thing of beauty, the farms, the trucks,
such comfort. The ancients knew this too
yet we are anxious about famine, genocide and nuclear war.
How can we organize (govern) ourselves to end self-imposed suffering?
That Quebec and Puerto Rico may secede peacefully at any time a
      majority chooses is a source of pride. Why not Kurds, Chechyns,
      Tibetans and Armenians?

Difficult to write a poem about it. At table, candlelight, we debate
or whine about the other side winning and making a mess
of our lives. The election could be stolen, tampering with voting
      machines,
what policy question does that possibility raise? War in Iraq,
school testing, prison population. Religion, the abyss surrounding the
little promontory life.

It'll all work out in the end. Go to your daily practice, be a good citizen.
Another failed effort to write what I mean. Such confusion, yet
two white wines.

Copla 84 Invocation: This Bad Guy World

COPLA 84 INVOCATION : This Bad Guy World

Unchecked Bad Guys will romp rampage
And turn World into warring ground :
Good Guys resist

At the height of summer advantage
Good Guys rein in secede no ground :
Soon comes the mist

Bad Guys bait entice fascinate
Give them the long swinging tight rope
To strangle in knots

Let not thoughts enmesh imbricate
In life and death struggles sans hope :
Bide time Yin rots

© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014

Coriolanus

Noble Cauis, for whom do thee bleed?
Thy Mother? In madness, she did succeed
Over thy sweet heart her words stampede
Instilled insecurity, hate will blindly breed

Oh Marcius, my Liege
In Corioles walls, all by thee secede
A pack of cowards thee most kindly mislead
And yet their Savior they pay no heed

Oh Marcius, my Liege
People are fickle, yes indeed
Shall we anoint a scapegoat for their greed?
Roman savior, yet enemy decreed

Noble Cauis, for whom do thee bleed?
From Volsci hands you have them freed
They think not twice of severing the hand that will feed
Plant thy vengeance  with rival's seed


And with this most loathsome deed
Thee brewed thy own carotid mead
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Going Shakespearanish. I wrote a poem about Coriolanus a while back,
 but it was free verse  and I wanted to change it up a notch.

What Can'T I Do

As a Kid, I never wanted to be viewed as Black. There were always negative connotations that came with that.
Death and Evil, things like the "Black" Plague.
The Representative of Darkness and the Loneliness of Shade.

I Remember a teacher told me according to statistics, by the age of 16 I'd Drop out of School
And by 18, I'd Be in the Prison System or in my Grave.
I guess she was trying to use a scare tactic to make me behave, but I took it in the wrong way!

Now I'm hating myself just because of the pigment of my skin is this way! 
But the next couple of days, my opinion changed.
I started to learn some "Evil" History.

You see, there was the KKK and we had the BPP! I learned that my Ancestors were Kings and Queens.
From Light skinned to Dark all Black was Beauty. And a couple of musicians and inventors I do secede.
Then along came the NAACP!

My ancestors were writers and politicians, so what CAN I do?
They were Innovator! So what CAN I do?
They Broke Indestructible Barriers! So what CAN I do?

What CAN I do?
What CAN I do?
WHAT CAN I DO?!

Being Black, the true question is
What CAN'T I Do?

*Dedicated to the NAACP of El Dorado, Arkansas

The Rot Within the Cross

The churches walls are crumbling for there’s rot in its foundations,
a guiding light grown dim through shadows cast by foul temptations,
the journey of a soul’s been lost to vanity and greed
and when the tongue of the divine grows forked the truth shall soon secede  

The empty spaces left where changers had plied their trade in coins
made way for darker business more concerned with youth and loins,
and the same who preach condemnation for real love between grown men 
have shown the rights of paedophiles are now a duty to defend 

A name and reputation now given more value than a flock,
yet both are falling ever further with every ticking of the clock,
shielding wolves from harm as they prey viciously on lambs,
it seems the spirit has grown stagnant for its sources have been dammed 

Misogyny, intolerance and righteous condemnation
are the fruits the tree has born within your garden of creation,
and the serpent hitched a ride with whispers mistaken for the Word,
and sweeping filth under the rug it seems is the cleaning that’s preferred

Dormant Seed

A solitary kernel for lack of succoring nurture aggrieved
From sun's warm caresses seasonally bereaved
With wind's chilling strides constantly plucked, heaved
Lying on fallowed ground whose cloak now desleaved
With frigid mantle over frostbitten spine weaved
Nutrient-rich pores of their cultivating provender relieved
As brittle husk to its fibrous moorings tightly cleaved
So coarse grains to earthen crevices, pockets sheathed
Dormant, but from bludgeoned shell will not secede
Nor Summer's bountiful harvest deed
A sparse, unfurnished bed temporarily bequeathed
Until providentially-rendered elements have new life breathed
Still yet, creator hath numbered all and due rations perceived
Until Spring's availing tides have Winter's corroded channels reprieved
And life's, generating tenants from their frozen prisons freed

Texas

Texans want to break away
From being part of U.S.A.
Big enough to stand alone,
They want a country of their own.

Petitions got a lot of names
Supporting these secession claims;
People hoping to secede
Need White House blessings to succeed.

Instead, they got a rousing No!
It seems they have no right to go,
For back in 1869,
The Court called Texas out of line.

They’ve wanted out for many years;
But still, our Union perseveres.
Why, even when they sent us Bush,
We didn’t think they’d earned a push.

Come on now, Texas, just play nice.
Nothing’s perfect – my advice
Is suck it up and let it rest – 
Your destiny is manifest!

Autumn: Emaciated Garden

Autumn shears my weary garden
Yet industrious summer doth pardon
Summer's residual, dusts with frothy mist
My annual saplings fruitful labors desist
Late season gratuities doth slight
Yet graciously freezes rancid blight
My well-manicured plot
Frozen mounds do clot
Branching tendrils secede
Anon, bracketing weeds recede
Each ballasting furrow
Into the ground doth burrow
All the burgeoning blooms
With callous frost entombs
Leaves that did with fertile juices flow
Now lie on shriveled vines sallow
The green, neon afterglow
With a tarnishing brown doth bestow
My ripening fruit once pungent and mellow
With a rotting stench doth bellow

Cry of Sorrow

Too late to cry and mourn yourself,
Bitter sweet the result of eternity,
Departure of no return, evaluating sorrow,
The wide road to destruction I took,

My cry ran through crescendo and beyond,
The stamp of eternal sacrilege placed
Struggling to secede the wrath, is unimplicable
The ocean of fire ran to taste my blood.

Lamentation on the dark faces of the inmates,
I see myself like a rich man, begging for a hand deep of water,
Tasty for restoration for millions of century,
Reminiscence brought memories, but all chances lost.

My worst enemy now my accomplice,
I ran from Canaan to Babylon,
If again chances is given, I will live without guilt,
Though the holiness of men is beyond His foot,

How better is the truth I rejected for pride?
Pride is a serpent causing destruction,
The winds hear me; take this message to my brothers,
For the result of pride is unimaginably not imagined.

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