Robert e Lee was a treasonous ole soul
To defeat the republic his goal
Slavery was abolished the people were free
But only two third a southern decree
The republic with stood the brutal onslaught
Capturing the rebels stopping the plot
50yrs after the civil war
They put up a monument to lee's slavery once more
In two thousand and seventeen
They thought it was time the south came clean
Remove ole Lee off his high horse
But the white supremest and KKK had no remorse
They march on Charlottesville with torches a blaze
Singing Nazi slogans eyes filled with craze
Their hate of black and Jews they proclaimed
Three dead and trump said no one to blame
All people just want to live free
But hate filled hearts and ignorant animosity
Another day in racist America rose in Charlottesville
White Sheets and a rope looking for brother to kill
Categories:
supremest, philosophy, political, social, society,
Form: ABC
Sunshine flowers fairies residency established nifty pixies paradoxically complexed; termed nocturnal.
Gnomes way my magic mushroom.
In my magic garden,
You see.
Fairies coloring gnomes playing hide-n-go-seek—Why I wicker baskets lined organic paper sheathe.
Basking sunshine only stones throw away from mush made verdure.
Mushrooms of dark purple magic record inches tall/divided merely centimeters width multitude.
Cultivation combined dehydration, supremest eruct seismic expansion.
Enlargement capacity mental trance gigantic, titanic moNSTR0SIty
Comparably selfish in reality are minuscule.
The other hand's on specially unique by human normalcy size.
What we refer common little people
And
Little folk know how to party!
In my mushroom liturgy,
Trouble makes err shine sun upon may magistrate.
Fairies/pixies, even gnomes agree do little periled peeps throw one bright stoned look.
Beg your party mention not did how way cook?
6-26-16
Categories:
supremest, adventure, cat, color, confusion,
Form: Free verse
Diverse masks I face on each day in hell,
locked within this bone-borne scaffolding;
where once two full lips had screamed farewell,
now, sound's denied without the balm of rocking.
I'm beset, no way to run from the gore,
malformed with want, no orifice to moan;
had I culled another form to explore;
I'd not be trussed within these links of bone.
Suits of skin of white, black, and yellow, worn
were thought the rage in life, and yet abhorred,
each sack the other envied and so; they warred.
Too late now for these bones to implore
sanity and peace. But next time, I'll be
I think, a well-loved cat, freed from greed.
Dante's Inferno
“THROUGH me you pass into the city of woe:
Through me you pass into eternal pain:
Through me among the people lost for aye.
Justice the founder of my fabric moved:
To rear me was the task of Power divine,
Supremest Wisdom, and primeval Love.
Before me things create were none, save things
Eternal, and eternal I endure.
All hope abandon, ye who enter here.”
Categories:
supremest, creation,
Form: Sonnet