A soldiers Plight:
War evil Orders
to murder the innocent
subjugate morals
Al Juman style haiku © 1/12/2025
Ruins
In our arrogance, we humans
build monuments to ourselves.
We seek to subjugate nature
to our whims and desires.
We erect buildings for
our comfort and ease.
Designing them to last
for all eternity.
Isolating ourselves from
all that is natural.
In the end,
nature has the final word
and nothing is left of us but
ruins.
you have draped your innocence in the warmth of muslin
your dark eyes speak of your loneliness in this strange land
your lips whisper within yourself your desires
when they should be screaming out loud for justice
do not shed precious tears amongst heartless men
they might just mock you and subjugate you more
an age when most would be unfolding outer petals
you are a flower that has been robbed of its garden
your mother weeps inconsolably at home in her dark lonely room
your world was stolen from you for the pleasure of men
yet darkest corners of life have embers of god’s light
I see you I am here to rescue your innocence
I shall sweep you in strong arms of love and carry you home to safety
to mother.
** What’s Torn **
What’s been torn off or away may be
a recurring theme — of dreams or memory —
that nags, popping up unexpectedly
to recall or, for dear losses, again grieve…
The things thieved
from life — as divinely conceied,
like the Amazon forest’s trees —
don’t leave, but remain in a spectral reality…
What’s been torn away
may similarly refuse to leave —
like my calve, cut from my body, will scream,
sending phantom pain in suffered agonies…
What was seized from me on that mournful day,
— sculpted by dancing ballet for a decade,
stayed as I went from anestesized to awake
into a daytime nightmare without any escape…
When life sends us to dire places,
where hopelessness would subjugate us,
God will guard our souls and grace us
with a strength: resounding to the soul…
Left ragged, like having my health fail
in reaching goals, I will feel my heart wail
near breaking, but I refuse to let my faith pale
…believing the prayers of heaven will entail
blessings to help all God’s children prevail.
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((c) s.y..eslinger 3/2024
**an addition to “On Phantom Pain” poem still in progress at this time
Adam, consort, spouse to Eve,
to no other must he cleave.
She, created first of clay,
Adam followed the next day.
Eve, divine, celestial spark,
crowned to rule the patriarch.
Adam, gift to Eve, her mate—
he is hers to subjugate.
If you think me turned around,
you will see where truth is found.
From his rib she could not come.
Female is the primal one.
Adam did not come before,
as is told in script and lore.
Adam's form— altered and flawed;
woman is the shape of God.
part of the human experience
is that everything all the time is a choice
you choose what you want to express with your energy
- the good, the bad, the ugly-
the energetic mechanism of polarity
allows this free will experience
what do you choose?
giving to flow out and lift another
or grabbing to draw energy from another
what do you choose?
love with unconditional acceptance
or lust with consuming greedy desire
what do you choose?
surrendering and allowing the universe
or dominating and controlling outcomes
what do you choose?
embracing differences with understanding
or conflict and power games
what do you choose?
truth and transparency
or lies and deceit
what do you choose?
unity recognition of all is one and divine
or separation mentality of division and lack
when you subjugate ego
and make the higher soul choice
you expand your light
so what do you choose?
A little adoration
for the man who would subjugate a nation
holding up his hands
paying any price to take the land,
it must be more valuable than worldly strife
killing women, children depriving them of life
and the news calls others to their knees
as he threatens nuclear fees
while watchers stretch out their hands
a brave nation defies his demands,
so much irony for these united nations
two or three hold back their participation,
Those who object hope for their own adoration
in a future where freedom is merely an aberration.
A tribute to Putin's War,
pray it never darkens your door.
There it is
Life
So ****ing boring;
Life on me I didn’t ask for it;
They bestowed on me….
My parents….
They both are dead
Left me with this awkward problem;
What is it I want to do with my life?
I don’t like my life, I hated it….
Is it justified that parents want children?
Have children to plate on them a terrible life;
Parents want children, obviously
Yet they do not think of the consequence their fruits would bear
The struggle of living;
Puberty;
Expectations of romance….maybe of lust….
They were there, the parents…
They got the T-Shirt and wore it
So why subjugate their children to it?
There it is
Life
So god damned awkward
They bestowed on me
And I don’t ****ing like it….
I’ll never will!
What if
Matter whether or not
You think you choose to digest the
Red Pill
Or
Blue Pill
1 and only 1
Constant common thread
remains in tact
Somewhere hidden flowing
deep inside the main frame
An encrypted Code does exist
Beyond the many Firewalls
protecting it
Supplementing the Matrix
That could bring it to it's knee's
And so expose the endless litany
of lie's used to subjugate the masses
into willing servitude
And we're to awaken enlightened
to so much fresh new information
racing through your brain
You we're barely able to recollect
something as trivial as the simple
necessity of how important it is
to breathe
And that all this information your
brain is now trying to process
May possibly even kill you or turn
your brain to mush
And leave you in a vegetative
incapacitated state
Like you we're initially before
Only difference is that this may
be a far bitter pill to swallow
Being it's a toxic deadly mix of
1 part Red and other half Blue
And the side effects leave you in
a permanent comatose state
of mind
To suffer the consequences of
whilst in purgatory
The News Bizz
Turn on the news what do you watch?
Buy a newspaper what do you read?
Browse an online news site to see what?
Download the local news app it says?
No matter when or where you get your news
No matter the time of day or location
On the toilet or in an airliner or in a bar
The main reason is why it happened
And why you read it
Do you want the latest updates in Asia?
The latest political happenings in Europe?
Military adventures in the Middle East?
All of this news is fake and made up
The ruling elite chose what happens
And the when and the why and make it
This is your news made by them
To keep us all under control
To scare and subjugate us
What can we do except wake up?
And then are we the news?
Nothing but pawns on a board
I have hushed voices in my head
they say the things I’ve always said
they echo loudly thus keeping me
from finding my own calm poetry.
I need respite from all of this
can’t even find my happiness
I know he’s crying hiding pain
haunting me again and again.
Torturing me they suffocate
my joy I’ve lost and subjugate
a thousand voices so unclear
escaping reality and their fear.
A few sweet things keep me sane
I return to them again and again
to drink their joy and to taste
the essence of them but in haste.
Fearing majesty just might go
and back to hell my soul to sow
the thoughts that fuel my misery
swallow me whole indiscriminately.
I have these voices in my head
from all the things I’ve ever said
funny though there does still reign
joyous feelings in my heart remain.
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subjugate me
captivate me
titillate me
with your
quiet sighs.
ignite me
excite me
unmake me
with your
sapphire eyes.
see me
please me
take me
tease me
with your
fingers trace.
touch me
keep me
crave me
reap me
with your
love replace
my grief
with elation
my sin
with salvation
my loss
with creation
until
the end
of time.
The spinster spun a yarn
Despite the wild trappings of a delicate life
She stepped aside from the doldrums
Drawn into the constant droning of post-modern
The dreaded stamping out of individuality en masse
The masking of men behind electronic curtains
Real dimensions and connections swung in the breeze
While corporations reap what they have sown
An abundant supply of zombies
For death can only reap death in frank reality
Achieving the killing of spirit in haste
To subjugate all blood to electronic prisons
From John Paul Jones, and days of old. To Mel Gibson, on the silver screen. What do patriots have in common, with each other.They choose to subjugate part of their lives and being, in their belief it is necessary to save the nation.What other motivation could justify the actions, of leaving family and friends to carry out the quest. Hoping their example will energize the rest. To be at the top of their game, ignoring the superficial. All areas, personal, and radar in sync. Not the weak link.To see in time the incoming threat. Not playing tag and hide and seek, with an ally not really so meek.
With the part of her claret lips
my will now subjugate
Disguised within her eyes lust hides
A flick of her eyelash
clothes no just merely cloth
Ripped from burning drowning skin
Let me taste your air
withing my lungs
writhing liquid shores
i wiil be your whore
and ask for nothing more
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