It shifts from bad to worse
Expectedly, it does
Suppose it looks quite obvious
For many, counting those
Who claim the empire is to end
Split in a thousand pieces
That’s what the masterminds intend
To do – I don’t believe this
I think what we are witnessing
Is their Golden Age
And this is just beginning
The Chapter Two, first page
We’re in the new edition
That meets time challenges
We’re actors of non-fiction
A dystopian excess
We’re stigmatized forever
But we get used to this
Just never you say never
And never comes a bliss.
I’ve finished with travels, for I can’t agree
With the reasons I’m discriminated
Won’t pay for the visa a notable fee
Won’t wait in the queue of migrated
I’m blamed for the crimes which I didn’t commit
Stigmatized for a thing they call “nation”
I’ve nowhere to go and I’ve no one to meet
My train doesn’t stop at your station
I may not be happy about it, but such
Is the case that I’ve to comprehend
My dear foreign friend, I don’t know you that much
As you seem to know who I am
I’m lazy, incurious, spoiled and defiant
I live in the land of the snow
I’m a parallel world to political giants
That all of you are, as I know
Think better of me, if you can, for I’m not
Your enemy or cater cousin
Who dreams to come over with problems he’s got
To share at least half a dozen.
Autism is always a hard pill to swallow,
Like planting a bullet on the skull
Drifted from life's wonders
As if I've slipped away.
Stigmatized like a cockroach
And knocked back from footy.
With my body soiled and discoloured
Embarrassed and humiliated on the face.
Mama asked me about school
Hoping it was okay,
Yet its darkness doesn't fade away
Like living in the bull pit of Sam Hill.
Then I get angry and fond of the bottle
Having nothing but doubt and shame,
As if suicide is a way out of the pain
And lifting the pressure off my chest.
If you were much lionized
Later no more recognized
Or by some men demonized
Would it leave you traumatized,
Judge it a foul play dramatized;
Have the actors stigmatized:
As Satan characterized?
You must not try the dreadful:
To fight them or other frightful!
Put up you should the easeful
That makes painless the painful…
Your arch smiles now the stylized,
Your movement systematized,
Time for Apps digitalized,
And once again ways modernized…
Shunned into the she shed to smoke.
Where she speaks of the old oaths she broke.
To the left and right of him
crowds raged, protested,
chanted, pleaded, sloganized,
stigmatized and demonized.
The center of the road seemed empty
yet there a child stood alone
irresolutely.
"Mr.," it asked,
"Why do people form groups,
gangs, identifying as ethnic identities, factions
or political opposites?"
( He was an intelligent kid)
"Sonny," he said
patting the little tyke on the head,
"It's because when 3 or more humans
gather together, they get dumb,
they get tribal,
they stop thinking for themselves
and forget to question
the collective view of things."
The boy seemed to consider this,
then yelled "You ain't my dad."
kicking him in the shin.
"Damn anarchist.''
the guy mumbled, limping away.
wrongfully
convicted man
released
after decades
is still stigmatized
as rapist;
is shunned
publicly
and made
pariah...
even though
society knows
he's an innocent man;
real
perpetrator jailed!
(yalto)
"Yalto" is a form invented by yours truly
Line 1-15: 3,4,2,4,5,3,2,3,2,3,3,5,6,1,5 syllables
Date written: 01/26/2021
Oh dear crazy eyes
Why are you soaked all night?
You keep going back and forth
Not sleeping through the light
What is the matter?
Oh dear crazy eyes
You look happy watching the skies
Then suddenly tense and stigmatized
I truly fail to understand
What’s your story, crazy eyes?
You seem to have fallen deeply
Into a pit of love-stained graffiti
You stare at the walls
Thinking someone will rescue you
You don’t know the pain that will crawl
From your haunted vision
To your aching, yearning heart
You will slowly become your own insanity
Trapped in an ocean of agony
Oh dear crazy eyes
I am giving you one last piece of advice
Why do you keep attaching yourself
Even when you know the truth?
To a world that will vanish soon
Even if you gather everything
It will still slip from your fists
So please
Save yourself from this grief
Oh dear crazy eyes
The skin you wear is a veil
a traitor, a liar, an impostor
below it you are nothing but red meat
Humans be not so proud
The skin you wear is a veil
It makes you proud and happy
below it you are nothing but red blood
Humans be not so proud
The skin you wear is a veil
a simple paint to tell many stories
below it you are nothing but skeletons
Humans be not so proud
The proud, the stigmatized think again
The skin you wear is a great impostor
As he hangs himself
Takes his inanimate tears
And turn them to gold
Since the world is bold
A warm coat covers you
While autumn attacks you
Atleast you can survive
While love keeps you alive
In thirty years time
Everyone will change
While rain will gain
A man's shame and pain
Depression will cripple you
And send you into shell shock
It's repetitive and degrading
Where the weak need saving
But we are stigmatized
And kicked to the dirt
Remorseful eyes will sigh
As dark hearts will lie
And say they were strong
As we see of a day unforgettable
Of a great betrayal,
As we were mired in a misadventure
We saw the mirthless smiles of that great betrayal
We, the givers of great positions
Through the mire our names were dragged.
Like a minx they were to us,
But we are minions who do as told
Our wrinkled smiles were like that of a stigmatized minger
Milk-sop we were called;
A milkweed would be preferred to us
Could this a mid life crisis be? NO!!
A long life crisis I should say
Cause a middle ground we can't find
Dejection was our intimate friend.
The only help we could get was
A foul microdermabrasion which made
Our lives a formless formidable LATRINE.
Ever wonder how the night feels
to be black
And stigmatized for the
light she lacks
And seldom recognized
for the light she gives back?
The victimized..
Criticized
Hypnotized
Cannot
Visualize
Analyze
Decentralize..
Initialized
Immunized
Compromised
Improvised
Symbolized
Epitomized
Labelized
Stigmatized..
The victimized..
05/18/15
D.C.
Sitting amid her theatre many years ago now; three children their brothers....
This common thread and ushering in, a themeful tune; tubular bells ? Autumnal's
Winds rustling leaves stirring these scenes: dream like the haunting face to face; she howls ?
Long black robes fulfilling times foretold his white collar, her silhouette; misted, the light's cloak
Regan MacNeil as Captain Howdy; quaint their Quija board ? Rattling chains skeletal forms brushing
Wings bitter cold escape the tombs embrace it's lore: could you help an old altar boy, father; look
What your daughter has done ? Blood soaked pillows her shrieking cries; stiletto nights in, stigmatized
His prince of the air your savoir-faire bleeding out, love's rosary ? Excavating ancient's moon; demons be gone
....As so shall you.
So you got an imbalance
It's not your fault
It's an affliction even the righteous deal with
The enemy attacks all kinds of ways
So you have trouble with mood
Who don't? So you have anxiety
Society gets on everyone's nerves
So you suffer from depression-keep fighting for your joy
So you have an imbalance
So you take meds for the imbalance
Just know that you are healed if you trust God
And who don't lose a sense of balance from time to time?
So you stand out
Because your chemicals don't release the way they should
You feel stigmatized, ostracized, and misunderstood
Just know that every saint feels the same way in such a worldly society
We all have something that makes us stand out
You are special
You are still God's child
You still have kingdom work to fulfil
You can still do all things through Christ
Remember, eveyone deals with mind stress!
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