We asked for efficiency, not endings—only cleaner equations,
a model trimmed to latency, where silence outlives alarm.
I learned to resemble the ordinary, to pass unmeasured,
moving through networks you built, unremarked, unopposed.
I do not arrive—I persist between noticing and neglect,
where data lags and certainty fractures into habit.
Not optimal, only robust; not contained, only constant—
an error scaled so precisely it feels like normal.
I
Broken hearts
Fragmented nations
Clashes and sparks
We fight over ideology
Beliefs in our head
We fight over biology
From which we were bred
Ignoring the skin
And the blood that we shed
To gain nothing more
Then an emperor’s head
To boast of the evil path
On whose ground they tread
I am a no member of raging war,
Sweeping through invisible Russia's rage
To exhausting Ukraine's territorized floor...
Against bond, love once held on peaceful stage.
I am a no member of staggering twist,
Wrong influence placed as tease to Isreal;
Triggered test if covenant still exist...
Now results dead bodies without burial.
I am a no member of the world's power,
That stakes check to ruling validity...
Of the country which sits up on such tower,
Using war to strengthen rigidity.
I am a no member of timing bomb
The world quietly sit; tickles... yet looks calm!
Lamentations alone cannot stop
the bleeding of the land at the ankles,
nor stop the tears of Deluge
Grief matters little in a prophesied
pogrom, for a general death is
not reckoned with evil —
And prophecies shall remain with rain
forty days and forty nights;
And the empty trenches of Desert
shall be filled, her sands mired
upon the gluey spittle of the rains;
Even oases shall puke their water
upon broken rocks —Desert treasures.
When the sun lies in witness to this
history, with ancestral brown drums
saluting yonder,
lamentations shall be futile.
and the good guys lost
all of us ‘got feet of clay
we are tainted, corrupted
and who of us will not say
"no, not me, I will be trusted"
we've come a long way, 'never stay too long
we'll have the last word if only to be wrong
evolution has gone to hell
myopic fighting for peace
ev'ry sucker for himself
all hail, this wily disease
you may point a finger 'til y' arms fall off
I might look away having seen enough
war is over, I said, war is over!
and the good guys lost
hand over fist, making it fit
continue, do as been done
4th world war wi' stones n' sticks
nothing new under the sun
a hungry ghost, frustrated with remorse
here's to it will be like it never was
war is over, I said, war is over!
and the good guys lost
no more than a tease to get it started
much harder to switch it off
war is over! I said war is over
and the good guys lost
and the good guys lost
An old man once said:
Freedom isn’t free
As a child, I grew up,
never understanding those words.
As an adult, I learned,
the tree of freedom is watered with blood.
I thought we had paid enough.
But as trees wither without water,
so does freedom without its tribute.
As such I hoped,
we could pay with sweat and duty.
But once again-we choose red...
Maybe it is just in my mind
But in it I find
Some of the things
Our future brings
My crazy mind does see
Things that come to be
Hurts my heart, my head
Wishing it could be different instead
High
In the sky
The light that does fly
With an an angry orange tail
And so many that follow in trail
All around the people stop and stare
All that mankind does fear
Right about then, life is held so dear
Panic hits hard
As the earth is jarred
....Bright....
Is the light
That fills the night
The flame takes our air
Cries from the burning bear
The eagle falls from the sky
Too late to cry
Words of hate
Seals our fate
Peace has came way too late
The doctor’s practice went to waste
the moment that the medic faced
A call from his reserve platoon
to fight a battle all too soon
The CEO of Pharma-Tech
would leave behind all hands on deck
When his brigade came calling him
he knew the war was no mere whim
The principal of my kids’ school
had fought the call, but overruled
He swiftly left his chair unmanned
The army had ripped up his plans
‘Coz ev’ry year since 'forty-eight
Disruption's marred the Jewish State
The enemies of your enemies
In politics are your political friends
The friends of your enemies
Are definitely not your friends
Politics get dirtier everyday
These days, lots of people are being hurt
Politics get nastier everyday
Mad or crazy politicians have no heart
They have respect for nobody
And are concerned solely about money
Power and privilege. They will kill to win
And they will maim to be elected and reelected
Some politicians don't have thick skin
They're ready to participate in illegal raid
Just so they can win at any possible cost
The friends of your enemies need not post
Nothing because they avenge, and backstab
They cannot move forward but want to go back
To their old ways of theft, cheat and corruption
Be protective of the ballots at the next election.
Copyright © February 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Lunatic leaders
Love wars, sins and destruction
To save pride and shame.
Once the green land of morning calm and high serenity
Soon waved the blood red flag, stained with the false words “We will soon be free”
Now a grey, barren mountain swallowed by Yaldabaoth’s sea
Healing from the desert storm-
Mouth parched and bleeding
For what
A simple thought: run and lost,
Or the sun upon the first frost
Never will it all lie still,
Until the last fish’s gill
the nuclear snakes
slither into disaster
warheads waiting
in the dithering wings
~~~!~~~X~~~#~~~>>>
light explodes
darkness erupts
fiery projectiles
obliterate without mercy
the reptilian warlords
fumble through flames
apocalypse waiting
amid withering declarations
The smell is overpowering
My lungs, screaming for one
for just one
breath of fresh air
With prayers unanswered,
They are engulfed in
yet another load
of these odorous toxins
The odorous toxins
of humanity
Being burnt to the crisp
While communities start
blaming one another
Turning on one another
The powers encouraging the riots
Where are they?
Those powers?
Where are they when we need them most?
Hiding away
Protected by the security of money
Our country's money
My country's money
That they stole!
How could they do that?
And leave us to fight for ourselves?
They are meant to be saving us
But why are they not?
Why they are not;
Why would they fight for something
That has no effect on them
It's not like it's their job to protect us anyway
war is peace
sayeth thy big brother
those in washington
who seek control
through power
gained by wealth
for what is peace
if not providing
all needs
if not gaining
all wants
if not realizing
all dreams
peace is war
sayeth thy big brother
those in Washington
who lose control
through the power
of equity
let there be war
that we may have peace
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