Boldly I exhume exclusion, a badge of sacrifice
Milestones shunned, money’s usual manoeuvre
Cultural flimsy stronghold, servant’s fiscal price
Top tier requires slaves toil all day for approval
Nonetheless, pleasingly, I hail our lucky country
Offers safety, anonymity, hovel unacknowledged
No need to solidify alliances, desperately hungry
Primed pilferers for immediate advantage pillage
Supplementing streetscapes bolster unsold soles
Trove tumbledryer drums cook my new costume
Accesses babyboomer tower, to fire escape stole
Secure deep sleep from moonless cement room
Adverse to version of
us who refuse to assimilate
A new season - Winter
Begins today
Categories:
supplementing, absence, angst, appreciation, freedom,
Form: Rhyme
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
Categories:
supplementing, slam,
Form: Free verse
Tears are the food we nourish
That help us mature like fine wine,
Flow with nature we flourish
And breaks the harsh world we confine.
Tears are like dripping rain drops
Falling on soil for plants to grow
And grief yet flows from these crops
Supplementing our sins to blow.
Tears are falling building blocks,
To help us climb up the stairway
To our fresh tongues free from an ox
So that someday we’d have our say
Tears are like the quiet drift
of petals from some magic rose
and grief yet flows from the rift
of unremembered skies and snows
Tears, the reason our lax lips
Strengthens as precious time goes by
Rather than reading the scripts
To go with the sad human’s cry
Categories:
supplementing, sad, strength,
Form: Rhyme
A transportive
transubstantiating
sacred with secular pearl
of Eastern multicultural virtue,
measure of ecopolitical peace,
values of creolic absorption,
extended family blending,
dialectal democracy
co-operative co-lateral formation
incoming informative uracil with cytosine,
ultra-violet with green,
exflowing through past DNA co-memories
of love and regenerative lust
of death and degenerative dust.
Go West
could mean
Grow a stronger green LeftWing
ecological commitment
to deductive healthy rationality
complementing
supplementing
transporting West
your already wealth-developing East
flowing more resiliently ultra-violet
theological matriarchal ecofeminist restorations
of inductive green wild wiki
Conservational transparency
nurturing YangWest/YinEast agendas
for EarthMother BiLaterality,
at least for those Left with Right
Northern revolutionary advent bound
in this 2020 post-millennial tao
of TimeSource flowing ego/eco-centers,
bicameral core East
multicultural flowing
Western LoveStreams,
Southern PassionDreams.
Categories:
supplementing, health, humor, paradise, peace,
Form: Political Verse
Yesterday is hell sifted away
tomorrow is heaven
a myth...
no bye, no aloha
complex married
misunderstood
unable to communicate
hate
a retaliating stranger who never saw first blood
eyes red
puddled with break down
habits grab for stimuli
the pill, the Beretta for the take down
longing to read, when ability limits him to simply write
this sophomoric curse
pain receptors dulled via sleep
yet the light pink demons creep
reminding blind self
nothing's mitigated
if only he could speak
Brahms whistles from the desk
supplementing a place in life
the creative act
a hard fought solitude
terrible and tremendous
weeks ago
jaws of life pried his body from a car full of lies
lucky to be alive
today
he's stuck in a room of no truths
where enemies pretend to be friends
and blood stains, like cries
never dry...
Yesterday is hell sifted away
tomorrow is heaven
a myth...
no bye, no aloha
Categories:
supplementing, abuse, addiction, angst, anti
Form: Epic
I cling to the tangibility of paper
its connection to earth,
the feel of the grain
on the skin.
Words do not exist
thanks to the mashing
of keys and buttons, but by providence
of the paper.
The forgotten paper
is still alive. Soft
and crumpled
yellowed with age.
Though forgotten
never erased. Never
extinguished.
I do not bleed red
cells but globules
of words, coagulated
phrases and lines.
The pen is a prosthesis,
supplementing blood
where soft flesh leaves prints-
other swirled lines an whirls.
The pencil
whispers
words,
lightly brushes her lips
against slate,
ever the timid lover.
Even when erased
the word is
forever imprinted, its curvatures
embedded in the soft
fiber of the page.
The screen
is an evil thing; coveting
its symbols and codes.
It hides
away your words,
entombs them
behind an electric moon.
When the screen dies
so do your musings.
Categories:
supplementing, art,
Form: Ode
The cows look happy in the field over there, grazing away without any care.
Do they know of breeding and stock the diligence spent on this little lot!
Fields green with lush vegetation supplementing food stuffs to fill this nation.
expenses and budget ,ticking the boxes so I may claim the EU red tape losses.
Champions I breed as they fill the need validating all the creed.
Certificates I've got and I display the lot, those cows need heritage a change in the plan.
production seems good I don't wish to appear like a thug, how best to get round this little
bare bug.
Set up a meeting over a jug a little few words in his lug. I'm sure he will see the best
intentions in me.
With this plan I am merry as I get on the ferry, I'm sure he agrees in the joining of livestock!
Categories:
supplementing, political
Form: I do not know?