sharp words
scratching against the fabric
of civilized society
slowly tearing apart
the structure
of reason and tolerance
ignorant assaults
launched by loud
self-appointed
self-important
self-aggrandizing
fools
I’m thinking we’re on a downhill slide
With self-aggrandizing politicians now,
Bloviating so self-assured and snide
Paying no attention to their campaign vow.
With an eye on their big monied donors,
They think little of their constituencies
Sometimes I think they are really stoners,
And need more prayer time on their knees.
written October 24, 2021
Within A Seed
Biological form in seclusion which darkness enfolds, anxious unlike the
meditating lotus flowers floating in tandem, fully conscious. In a vacuum,
innocuous, molded in an inner sanctum-silently motionless-mystically furtive
living breathlessly inside stillness, danger its resiliency bravely defies then in
time will emerge then shall nourish. Nurtured within seamless walls like an
impenetrable fortress, fraught with a future--uncertain or assured--while in
repose yet composed, utterly detached from without.
On untested ground anonymity drifts in the wind until time precisely heralds
its existence. Beneath the wretched soles of self-aggrandizing, self-serving
dictatorial human characters with their voracious and insatiable appetite
for inflicting misery;
Optimism blossoms...Within A Seed!
***In the end, Good trumps evil!!***
02/07/2018
8:48 p.m.
Florida
USA
You may as well put the shovel down
If you think this vivisepulture will be my end
I survived the suffocation of a small town
And I'll be damned if this is how I descend
Just another obsequious sycophant
And a supercilious, self-aggrandizing fraud
In this room there is but one elephant
And it will most certainly break down the façade
I will use the stone you try to bury me with
To build on top of your house a splendid monolith
No man knows the exact day or hour
But charlatans continually preach of an Armageddon stour
Over fallow fields they their abrasive treatises scour
Softening the hard, unyielding ground as a tidy, careful plower
With visions of doomsday they fertile hearts do shower
Their seeds annually spring up as the perennial flower
With self-aggrandizing statements, continually their banal egos empower
Prophesying the cataclysmic end from their ivory tower
Predicting a scourging blight on every shielded bower
With their fleecing mantra distill a warning so dour
Ignorant patrons dispossess themselves of temporal treasures and cower
With presentiments of fearsome events that will this evil world devour
If only they would throw off the yoke of parochial tenets, emboldening discerning spirits with valour
Their hungry hearts would the chaff disperse and process the truthful remnant into a satiating flour
Where will I be when your light is snuffed from my life?
When you no longer breathe the air I breathe, and I continue unknowing
chopping onions, typing letters, self-aggrandizing
Not knowing that like a Hiroshima survivor
I am the walking dead
my atomic clock ticking down
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