My foe is back
Eight years later
Still tracking footprints
Still throwing shade
Chief hater
Slinging grenades in stacks
Click boom
Lurking like a swamp gator
Cold blooded
No tact
No soul
Just impact
Takeover in phases
Careers torched
Dreams scorched
You hateful witch
Buy
Destruct
Sell
Demonic greed
On a platinum shelf
You torch what you touch
Then grin to yourself
You will never understand
Here take this
It’s useless
Like rebellion in a Fortune 500
Fruitless
Like screaming in a soundproof room
Mute this
But I can't
I won’t
So I do this
Sick with the heat of it
Haunted by the truth of it
Dragging myself
Down this road
Again
No map
No justice
No righteousness
The holes of the lace curtain,
Having closed the winter windows.
Life shimmers like so coveted blueberries.
So many pieces of obscurity.
The tops of the trees are spinning in the wind,
In a semicircle, back and forth,
Like whipping up the raw material for a biscuit.
Or maybe they're wringing their necks?
The wind has thrown the rumble of trains
Into a soundproof bag.
Every human is asleep.
Anonymously I remain faceless in a soundproof booth when dictators reign
Unforgivable leader guiltless non-truths, I’ll hide from the suffering in vain
God willing I’ll move unseen unknown like the Beowulf poet wounded within
Underhanded sinful strife crushing the heavens with tunes of a sad violin
Sonnets I’ll write of undecided weak given into evil who’ll willfully applaud
The fifty percent who stood divided, if fifty fifty then there is no room for God
A daylight daze
has been removed to a dark city
in a DC Comic.
Nations have swallowed their tongues,
have become a caped parody
of an undeclared independence.
The good are caught in the search lights,
the bullet heads and bare-faced bad
run the globe, turn the coats,
unify the unwilling sheep into lambs
until liberty itself is the aberration.
The enemy is a suit stuffed
with daemonic dandruff
reserved to snow job the helpless.
There is a new world order now
for the meek, weak and bolder.
Globalist's glob onto the taste of power.
Our super heroes are pot-bellied
and cancelled.
RoboCop is now a peace poet;
he gently rants
in a soundproof basement,
writes sonnets to forget
the already forgotten.
Tears and beers freefall
behind crumbling walls,
we must add too tight tights to the list
of all our ripping sorrows,
shake enfeebled fists
as menacing shadows gather
and we
ever willing to cast
accusing looks upon each other.
Caught up in a mournful and jumbled montage
It's an exhausting malicious barrage
Just shards of a sordid side show collage
Our sweet smiles are transparent camouflage
For your aching ego there's no massage
So now park it in a soundproof garage
And join your noble leader's entourage
Chant blue, red or purple, just pay homage
We will be great again in this mirage
11/6/22
Monomixrhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Hilo Poet
64 words
Syllable counter.com
I'd build creative writing, art, sculpture, music centers in 500 towns.
To benefit any students aged 7 to 18 who wanted to utilize the facilities.
I would hire art teachers who love art for art’s sake.
Our music teachers would be extremely child-friendly and patient.
These centers would be open before and after school.
Children could be dropped off in the morning to create.
They would have the freedom to write poems, songs, raps or stories.
Also utilize canvases, paints, glitter glues, and make masterpieces.
Singers and dancers would have a soundproof stage across campus.
They could access all equipment necessary to make videos and films.
They could enlist the help of the staff who would appear in their videos.
Teach them how to do what they wanted to do.
Encouraging creativity in the youth of the day could bring us peace.
It could satisfy some of their basic needs of being accepted and loved.
It could help them feel respected and give them a career goal.
People who love their lives make life easier and nicer for others.
Audio hallucinations, voices not angelic, they're atrocious and scathing.
No one else hears whispering every now and then: Did you hear that?
Going mad a big fear; her visceral crazy dreams are becoming unclear.
Entertains, never complains of painful futile pursuit. Panic stricken, blames other.
Less what’s prescribed—dizzy, a soundproof booth she describes and it, a bother.
Outerspace, underground, heavens above, always hate! Where is love?
Reality vanishes, she comes undone—swears she hears something, someone.
Denials rest her mind; amassing piles of illusions and lies combined.
Experiments; government, bad karma! Conscience, angel or demon? Too much.
Mental illness? She is functioning and keeps it together. She’s in touch.
O God, a curse, be strong, in this damned world others suffering's much worse.
Nevertheless tries her best, she sleeps with one eye open, frightened.
—a healthy mind, a soul quest.
Sandwiched between noisy neighbours
We hear them putting their labours
In screaming matches
Boisterous snatches
Seems like they're fighting with sabers
I wish we had placed soundproof glass
So that no sound, no noise can pass
All would be quiet
Unlike the riot
Our neighbours create and trespass
03.20.2021
8.8.5.5.8 syllables
The day my life changed in one moment
just one cursed moment, time betrayed
An injury they said would now never heal
a quadriplegic ,waist down you're dead.
vibrant colors blurred into onyx darkness
crippled and chained , I lay, caged in bed
in a dark ocean of helpless emptiness
sinks a heavy sack, but floats suffocated
squirmy eyes lift a burden , is it pity I see?
my warped desires , waiting to get rusted.
In sky of mind, fantasy of broken wings
adieu O snowfields, where once I danced.
adamant heart behind a ribcage pounds,
gazing windows with glossy barren eyes.
numbed screams fade in garbled speech,
in my soundproof tavern, no will to live
but tears attenuated , I slowly prepare
Bon Voyage, attuned to my wheelchair.
29th March 2020
Sponsor Caren Krutsinger
Contest Name The Day My Life Went Whacko
WELCOME TO MY WINDOW, STRANGER
IT SEEMS "LA VIE EN ROSE" FROM OUTSIDE
FRESHNESS OF THE BLOOM OF PLASTIC
WITH DOUBLE BARS INPRISONED IS MY HEART
A GATE TO FREEDOM OR A MIRAGE OF DESERT ?
DILUSSION OR ILLUSION ?..I BURN FROM INSIDE OUT
I SENSE MY MOUTH SCREAM ROARING ECHOES
YOU WALK BY ME ...I? ...ENCAGED IN SOUNDPROOF FATE...
WELCOME TO MY WINDOW, STRANGER
IT SEEMS "LA VIE EN ROSE" FROM OUTSIDE
FRESHNESS OF THE BLOOM OF PLASTIC
WITH DOUBLE BARS INPRISONED IS MY HEART
A GATE TO FREEDOM OR A MIRAGE OF DESERT ?
DILUSSION OR ILLUSION ?..I BURN FROM INSIDE OUT
I SENSE MY MOUTH SCREAM ROARING ECHOES
YOU WALK BY ME ...I? ...ENCAGED IN SOUNDPROOF FATE...
After about three days
I realized that I felt better
And I was terrified
Because that just means
That I have successfully turned up the volume
In my headphones so loud
That I drowned out every last thought I had
When I realize that it is a good day
I wonder how far "good" goes
Because that same day I wake up in the middle of the night
With an anxiety attack
Blood rushing, heart beating
I remembered that I was still alive
And the only reason it was still a good day
Is because I fought it
I remember that I would rather be under water
Struggling and fighting to get back to the surface
Is better than being at the surface on a canoe
Thinking about how I wouldn't care
If it tipped over and I couldn't get back up
I want to tell you this
I want to tell you that the canoe is tipping
I wrote out the text I wanted to send you
And deleted it before I could send it
Like screaming for help
In a soundproof room
I’m just a working stiff
droning along in life
Everyday
me be doing
what the boss queen bee say
Following orders,
never once do I ask why
I’m just a wooden bottom-rung peg
soldiering along dutifully
The folded antennas in my head
informs me
not to speak on things I see
Pass the time away busily,
doing grunt errand tasks
that help makes
the golden honey currency flow
Don’t ask about the moral price
Following the chain-of-command
memo declarations,
nary a single time asking twice
There’s no need for me to ask why,
seeking answers
will get you cast out the corporate hive
Don’t ever ask why
things are done the way they are
Keep flying blind
with my buzz soundproof
headphones on,
Boss company lady says me gonna go far
Just keep my curious eyes down ...
raise the profit flag high,
and sing the company song
Every wage-earning private citizen knows
that the CEO
general’s non-verbal instructions
are never wrong
Help me please help me can't you hear me scream?
I'm trapped here in my mind and I need set free.
I lay here so silent so still at rest
with hoses and tubes and wires on my chest.
Help me please help me can't you hear me scream?
Please wake me up from this terrible dream.
I cry help you ignore me this is absurd
every word you have spoken I have heard.
Help me break through these soundproof mental walls
it seems I'm trapped here no one hears my calls
or my silent screams from behind soundproof mental walls.
You are a noose
Not letting me breathe
Like a soundproof room
The thoughts locked inside my head
You are a mask of joy
Hiding my fear behind your crooked smile
Like the coming winter, you creep in slowly
And fill me with a deep-seated chill
Frozen in the cold
I wait for Spring to thaw my bones
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