Tyranny can start in innocous ways.' In nudges and flattery
Setting a stage.' It can be mocking.? And hectoring' quote
Morality with invective stings' its antidote i am considering? Which may well need to be a charge against
Its political wing.? With no further deliberation i advise..
Overwhelming assinine-ations.' A large dose of their own
Medicine.' Would clear up much; of the mess we are now in.'
Highways stretch into the aftermath.
Lunar ascends...
Grins sinisterly
A cry rises with the currents
Carried on shadowed wings
into vacant, violent, violet skies.
Night runs from golden rays
Like streaks from shooting stars
Falling. Air raid!
Thermals detonate resonates obliterates
Splash stone, sands, lands crimson,
a thousand years.
Flesh transparent as a specters.
Of ancient rites, incendiary nights
As winds cut like a raven cry. Lock vectors.
Razored spines.
Holocaustic...rights.
Host.
A falcon soars. Blind!
Soars on thermals
Forgotten spirits scatter, shatter
flutter into the icy hurricanes void.
Back into the Blackend Earth
ashen embers, with scarlet hearts
Spin, spiral on windswept promenades...
A Highway stretching into twilight.
And to the future, I dream, damnation!
I pray may never ever come, thoughts cascades…
I dance with the ghost of ancient man.
I dwell in the forgotten, forbidden, forsaken lands
As the tyrannical dawn comes...
Your innate desires aren't demanded
with a man-child tantrum.
With commendable actions,
you command your needs gently.
Your force isn't launched upon my face,
but in place you open the door.
With eyes on the battlefield,
you yield your members to protect me.
Your height isn't guided by suppression;
I'm impressed with your helpful reach.
Your deep pitch isn't coupled with insults,
but lifted in benevolent leadership.
Willingly, I submit, in admiration
to an administration so wise.
My eyes esteem you with respect
for your strength reflects love.
My heart expands to meet your needs
without tyrannical demands.
4-25-2021
“Poor Dan is in a droop today,” I said.
Now look me in the eye. Tell me what’s wrong?”
“This memo that begins ‘To Idiot’
came from old you-know-who. Dammit. I’m mad.”
His face was redder than tomato paste.
“We few who have stood by him all these years
now ask, ‘Does evil live in him?’” he fumed.
“My head hurts, Anna. Do you have some pills?”
I searched and said, “One lonely Tylenol!”
“I’d rather pop one pill than none,” he said.
“Now level with me, Anna. Don’t you want
to end this worst of sagas right away?
He’s dissed you too. When you deserved top spot
in management, he passed you over, Sis!
He never sees how talented we are.”
I said, “Our quitting would hurt Mom, you know.
Let’s stay, Dan. After all, he IS our Dad!”
October 2, 2018, entered in Joseph May's Palindromes II Contest
Fallacy....inappropriate fantasy
Fantasy.....anticipated reality
Reality.....imaginative stability
Stability.....exacting security
Security....forfeiture from fallacy......
Vain glory be hi-story......infamy be thy shame
baneful flourish from ruse historic,
enemies created to blame......
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