Each time I’ve loved, the wound ran deep,
A crimson truth I could not keep.
So now my heart, in self-defence,
Builds iron walls, immense, intense.
When someone stirs that fragile flame,
I whisper harshly, call my name,
And drag myself from passion’s shore,
To guard the ache I’ve felt before.
I scold the spark, I dim the light,
I shun the warmth, embrace the night.
Oh, what a maze of love and pain,
Where loss feels certain, joy feels vain.
Am I my foe? It seems I am—
I wound myself before you can.
And still, from every scar I bear,
A strange, fierce love grows stronger there.
Shall I once more embrace the fall,
And risk the shatter, lose it all?
For even if my heart should break,
It’s mine to lose, my choice to make.
And now I wonder, endlessly—
If meant to be… must still be free?
In playful hands of fate we sway,
Like toys upon her woven way.
In dreams that haunt and softly gleam,
Such visions stir—a waking dream.
Oh, destiny, if you are kind,
Let me slip through thy sleeping mind,
To see if there, the scene I see,
Plays out within the reverie.
Archangel, if your grace allows,
Unfold this truth beneath your vows.
246 bullets
10 Cops
1 black man
And a lifetime of pain
1 funeral
1 courtroom
12 jurors
1 judge
1 verdict
Not guilty
1 claim of self defence
This is the world we live in
One in which black people choose freedom
Which is stolen From us
And white people have their skin
Which means they will automatically be acquitted
This is the world we live in
Stop being ignorant
Kill the Boer, kill the farmer
A song sung in a stadium by thousands
Reverberating a chorus of spine-chilling fear
A call to incite hatred and violence
Tomorrow, we mourn - another farmer
Umshini wami (my machine gun)
Paralysing fear runs through your soul
To wipe out the Boer and the farmer
A call to genocide, they cajole
Rat-a-tat, see how they run
There is no defence against this genocide
You must die, self-defence is a crime
Hundreds and thousands of crosses, erected
For the innocent these numbers climb
The Boer and Farmer in death abide.
The Pugilist
The push for purse
or punishment
to take the heavy iron
what brands the foot
or binds the hand?
another step in time
agreed the lengths
to self-defence
endure the cunning mind
when thoughts repressed
the body stretched
and pain sets out to find
behind the point
that pokes at fun
and parries all away
a boxer’s punch
was worth the punt
to fight another day
within the hand
where justice fits
the scale was tipped to weigh
amidst the sand
the knuckles land
and dare they join to pray?
skipped upon condition
reasoned beyond all doubt
the crowd was here to listen
with every second count.
The biggest mess I've ever seen
was taking bribes while living a dream
The exchange of money for confidence
When seen so sure the competence
But suddenly there goes something wrong
Abilities to change was taken from
No favorability while decisions are deals
Deception in progress while we grease the wheels
Two billion doller's paid in advance
Presidential powers pushing at glance
But assumptions made were suddenly wrong
and promises became words in a sad song
Gone were powers suddenly bereft
Four years of favor suddenly left
The feeling of cheated suddenly crept
The panic and fears of suddenly the quest
of those feeling that they were CHEWED and left less
Imagine the consequences that they already have
And to steal an election is only the half
The only defence they'll ever have is self defence
And they already have
It was done by saying "I've done nothing wrong."
But in truth taking the bribe made you already wrong.
What if The Mark of the beast
were a certain amount of lies
Not just simple truths like ok.
I'm doing fine
What if the mark of the beast
were just taking of a life
not self defence, but the cruelty
you decided
What if the mark of the beast
was adultry of every kind
casual sex, prostitutes
or something a mate denighs
What if the mark of the beast
Were any kind of bribe
Both offered and the taken
behind blinded eyes
What if the Mark of the beast
were that fetish we desired
too many to name are the sins
each one of us requires
What if the Mark of the beast
were neglecting our brothers needs
too lazy to offer help
or speak somethings on our knees
What if the Mark of the beast
was just saying God is wrong
ignoring His commandments
singing dirty songs
What if the mark of the beast
were just simply a tatoo
would you still refuse to get it
even though you couldn't buy any food
As you noticed
The evil plan of some
Jealous people
Which is to destroy
Your vision.
When you stop
To cooperate with them ,
it is not stupidity
Or sin.
It is called
," self defence"
You can't throw
Yourself into the trap
Of devil
Or devil worshipers.
Cooperate
With good people
Who support you.
True worshipers
Of Chris Jesus.
May 13/2023
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe
Mussabwa Chris
COUNTING SYLLABLES*
2/2
lacks pace
slow race
bombshell
death knell
3/3
one desire
to retire
wasted brain
down the drain
cobblers last
frozen past
common sense
self defence
rocking beat
happy feet
in the groove
on the move
4/4
an unsure cook
recipe book
5/5
confronting yeti
with palms so sweaty
© Harry J Horsman 2022
*Apologising if stepping on anyone’s toes
If so, get in touch and I will credit the poem
First two forms are footles, invented by Brian Strand.
Depression is pride
Why aren't I perfect?
I am better than this,
Self hatred is pride
I have fallen short
My standards are higher than this!
Self depreciation is pride
I'm too stupid
How did I ever do that!,
Victimization is pride
In trying to find good
I have just found the bad.
Being offended is pride
How dare they say that
Don't they know who I am?,
Self defence is pride
I'm better than you
You owe me another chance.
Being negative is pride
Obsessed by my failures
Doesn't make me so wise,
Selfishness is pride
And all these things
Have proven a master of disguise.
Buttercups are dancing to singing daffodils
King Neptune, with his trident, is surfing down a hill
Rabbits playing hopscotch with rainbow coloured frogs
Snails with sparkly spinning shells slither along gold logs.
Wolves in sheep's clothing are bleating nonstop,
Four hyenas harmonise, in a barbers shop.
Centipedes were newly crowned; Kings Of Tug Of War
While spiders spin silk candy floss for their online store.
A pony with a sore throat, was sounding rather hoarse
Moles queued to play nine rounds on Trumps new golf course.
The parrot kept repeating the same unfunny joke
The magician did his magic tricks with a talking cloak.
I came across a chip tree, surrounded by a moat
Where fish were reading newspapers in a paper boat
The moat is filled with batter and when a fish goes in,
A sudden blast of dragon's breath, cooks and seals the fish within.
I thanked a praying mantis, who had taught me self-defence
Only then to realize, none of this made any sense.
I blamed it on the late night snack before I went to bed
Then said goodnight, to the squid, that's curled around my head.
19.05.22
All the world is burning
Seething in its juice
The odds of hate and the odds of fear
Have set the nations to fueling fires
And paranoia fills the awkward smiles
Of my neighbours precarious eyes
Self defence becomes the enemy
Strangling us in our sleep
And danger screeching the early warnings
Gnawing our finger tips
This visceral life of protection
Defence and cognitive dissonance
And how humanity has been weakened
By machinations plans for ignorance
Who are we
What were we
And what have we become
To the tunes of liberation
We marched ourselves to mediocrity
Into a predetermined history
And a dead-end destination
Proof and accusations never pass the censors
While our homes are set ablaze
No-one catches the lucrative affordable barn burners
As they slink towards their next psychotic phase
We could have forged something beautiful
Something clear and strong and truthful
And long after we have gone
And the memories begin to fade
It will be our children who have to live with
The future the barn burners have merrily made
Surrounded by selfish men who use us in every way, whole day
With utter disregard to our thoughts, feelings and what we say
Out of this situation we should find a way, inequality shouldn't stay
Oh women, wherever you are smile, sway, joyously bloom
Whatever be your situation think positive, don't live in gloom
We are given tough problems so that spiritually we may bloom
Empower yourself, be financially independent, learn self defence
Be such that you can fight all those who dare to make an offense
Bring up your children in similar manner, let's end this life of pretence
Women are tender, beautiful, trusting and love selflessly from heart
It is time to show the world we are strong, independent and smart
For removing gender inequality, it is high time we made a jumpstart
...............................................................
Gender inequality, atrocities against women still continues all over the world. It is upto us women to come together and put and end to it.
Happy women's day to all
He deems the ways and dares to understand,
a measure of a love that went astray,
from libelled forces, which compelled his hand,
to lies, and morals left to slow decay.
No one forgo or risk refute her right,
a stubborn choice is seldom steered by sense.
To cease callow mishaps from leaving blight .
sound case to aid her act of self-defence.
Yet, who can purge despair from a man’s soul,
who boldly baulked against such mortal deed?
His choice dismissed as outside his control,
no matter pleading creed, indeed, his breed.
Such anguish will forever convolute
because abstracts are never absolute.
06.27.21
You are free to choose, but you are not free to alter the consequences of your decision
– Ezra Taft Benson (politician)
Who created guns?
For what purpose?
For territorial expansion
By power hungry politicians?
For self defence?
Of what?
Transient body?
Wealth?
It can be earned again!
We are ready to take a life
For flimsy reasons
Without thought!
Humans are selfish
But selfish enough to kill?
At times thousand for no valid reason
Human heartlessness at display
And common man watches speechless
Not a word in opposition
As if we don't care
Are we behaving responsibly!
Is this maturity?
Is this intelligence?
23.04.2021
Contest Name : GUNS
Sponsor : Anthony Biaanco
By the steeple, all the people
That said no to Mr Needle
All the people too suspicious
Got diseases that were vicious
For the reaper, avaricious
Finds the human too delicious
So deny the plan he’ll hatch
Take the sharp but tiny scratch
Don’t reside with all the people
In the ground beside the steeple
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