Life be uncivilized
Some days,
No heads-up-
Still we walk onward like fire
Won't fold us.
Pain
Runs late,
Lurking,
Long- winded existing
But we keep living like loss
Can't lock our light.
Hope
Hits hard,
Lifting
Low Spirits-
Letting lost legends lean
Back into their vigor.
On this piece of earth don’t say “peace”
Some folks around might get confused
Their customs seem rather peculiar, please
Watch out for the language they use
Lives are owned by the state, which is merely God
Don’t show off in their churchyard how critical
You might be about this philosophical thought
Otherwise they’ll make you a criminal
They are criminals too, but the difference is
They maintain their lies as the truth
They’re descendants of the coup’d etat so this
Could be viewed as a kind of excuse
But the main problem lies in the ethic
Their derivative culture’s obscene
It can’t set the consensus, being too pathetic
Can’t absorb what the “empathy” means
There’s less drama in death of the uncivilized
The barbarians reap what they sow
But aren’t we a little like them? - not surprised
If we are, to a point, when alone.
With pupils that flicker like lanterns,
your eyes are the stuff of carnal fantasy.
Instantly hypnotized by the patterns,
I could hardly believe their silent poetry.
I have heard people talk of vampires,
it seems the true definition is different.
No, not night flyers but drug suppliers.
Haunted adults desperate for utopia,
fall hard for this breed of melancholia.
Heated hyperventilating blood churns
in awe of such uncivilized beauty.
Alarm bells fail to mention concerns,
I am now left in ruin shattered lethally.
How can I abide your whispers as liars?
To avoid the voice of a saint is heresy.
Baby, you call me to sin fanning wildfires.
Diving in head first to battle a phobia,
it’s no match for you my philophobia.
Once in a century there comes a notable war,
To prove how uncivilized human beings are!
One steps up, reaching for the star,
The other steps down,
Leaving a never-vanishing scar.
O ruled people! Say no to war,
It has always favored the rulers so far.
“We are the saviors of the world,” they say,
Yet the shepherdless flock is left as prey.
What will justify the war?
What can replace the genocide of the little flower?
“Holy war,” they command,
What holiness do you see in the blood-soaked hand?
Left and right, they divide the world,
Yet both belong to the same word.
Having messed up this blue marble as much as we can,
Now praying for another one to mess it up again.
I was beaten in school
for speaking Themne
my own tongue
a melody they called a wrong note.
I ran to my father for comfort
but he looked away
called me foolish
for not knowing the world had changed.
I knelt beneath the old tree
offering thanks for rain and harvest
they said I was lost
praying to shadows and myths.
I wore my lion skin with pride
feet firm in Crocs-hide sandals
they mocked my walk
said I was wild, uncivilized.
But what truly is civilization?
Is it silencing my mother’s voice?
Replacing gods with shame?
Or disguising erasure as progress?
Jealousy is not the portion of the unsuccessful alone;
even the prosperous are consumed with envy.
Jealousy is not the lot of the poor;
even the wealthy are corrupted with spite.
Jealousy is not the flaw of the worldly alone;
even the religious carry it behind sacred veils.
Jealousy is not the preserve of the unlearned;
even the educated are not spared its poison.
Jealousy is not the garment of the uncivilized;
even the well-travelled are ensnared by it still.
If jealousy be the final stage into witchery,
then no wonder even the exalted cast the darkest spells.
When you need to yell?
Nothing else will really calm you.
Your flash flood can’t be held.
Those words that are tar on your throat
linger on a self inflicted ball gag;
You just won’t walk out of silence;
Man, I absolutely love an uncivilized
scream in my car;
Wandering through the house with keys
you’ve become frozen in place;
Tearing up a piece of paper everyday
you take out rage on something tangible;
It helps but only just to the side of relief.
Really what you want is to punch a wall
or shatter a vase all over the floor;
Still all you need is a full tank of gas;
Man, I absolutely love an uncivilized
scream in my car;
With just one touch on the accelerator
everything is finally able to be freed;
The death grip on that steering wheel
is all you need to finally set yourself free;
Don’t ever ignore your anger,
just go explore a brand new back road.
Man, I absolutely love an uncivilized
scream in my car.
Beyond bright garish flashes of neon lights,
blaring music and drunken barroom fights,
it's my wish to find tranquility and solitude
within a realm where the moon is red-hued.
I'd gladly wander a crimson moonlit path,
far away from this world's uncivilized wrath.
Where warblers sing lullabies to me at night
while I watch a hungry owl take wing in flight.
Myriads of stars will be shimmering in the sky,
and in complete contentment I will peacefully lie.
As a red moon rising hovers far above my head,
I'll be sheltered without need of worry or dread.
In a quiet sanctuary of tall evergreen trees
I'd welcome the evening's cool flowing breeze.
With a blanket spread on meadowed grounds,
I'd revel with joy at Nature's awesome sounds,
like the trills of doves giving their mating call
and the muffled rumble of a distant waterfall.
There are no bastions here, nor fortified fences.
In this meditative place I can liberate my senses.
I'll be one with my surroundings, totally at ease,
as if I'm floating on calm waves of unruffled seas.
Far from cacophony that offends an idyllic repose,
beneath a sanguine moon, where no one else goes.
I
Excellence in service, equalities
In society: access to every utility
Makes men and me dependent
Until depending on undependables
Makes us meek, mad or uncivilized
But for those accidental attractions
II
Like stars at night, without man's light
Beautiful, delicious darkness
Sets off the diamonds in domed Crown
Sliver of a moon makes memories
Old and new about the heaven, universe
Thank you South Africa (Eskom) for failures
Your corrupt business model takes us back
(to beauty as God meant it for we to see)
Said the old widow cook
to the drag queen son
feeding his/her dying abusive dad,
while offering her nurturing donation:
"I don't want your money.
We're not savages, yet."
Other words
that might have come to
desecrating mind:
not for sale, yet
not that victimized
not that wounded
not that uncivilized
not that poor
not that disenfranchised
not that disempowered
not that unenlightened
not that devastated
not that resourceless
not that dispassionate
not that judgmental
“We will change the earth, and make it clean!
All evil leaders shall not succeed.
Illness, death shall never be seen!”
Doth does man drool in his ignominious dreams.
Thinking...they are gods, as if He is dead?
Fools run the earth with evil intent.
Lies and fat egos, dance in their heads.
Propaganda does small minds bend.
Always busy online and on Social Media,
Lies grow huger, with truth gasping for breath!
Mankind thinks, they are walking encyclopedias?
Bringing society to its own uncivilized death.
Yes! But how do these fools and knaves know it all?
Google, the new Bible and eternal fountain of truth!
Mankind brought on their own early, downfall.
King Soros, now rules this planet all, forsooth.
4-10-2022
The missing link of their humanity
got replaced by Neolithic bonds,
uncivilized howls of cruelty
Crucifixion affliction in iron lung demand;
release the wolf, kill the Lamb
Many Stone Age hearts
numbed by the touch of their Ice Age hand
Shrill vocal vote count,
Pliocene election in rudimentary action
Selection process yield feral satisfaction,
innocent blood amount
Such hollow compassion,
an enamel mirage
Arctic fox visage
smiles in frozen fashion
Spiritual dementia!
Void choice cast with null gravity,
causes grey matter to serpentine tongue wither
from Paradise entropy
Moral absentia,
such a soulless endeavor, verily
Golgotha roll call was a Leviathan ballot slither:
Double helix cross of savagery
The most ungodly deed
recorded in history —
Ancient voices on an apocalyptic trajectory
The stench of Praetorium sin,
echoed by those
who primordial breathe
7-4-21
1582 France switch from Julian calendar
To Georgian calendar
Does it matter
Then council of Trent
No pun intent
Hindu calendar spring equinox
I bet you thought this was a poem , but guess what
Failed to recognize
The new year moved from April 1st to January first
Butt of jokes
Cruel pranks and hoaxs
Paper fish placed on their backs; Poisson d'avril;
Symbolized uncivilized
Young gullible person reality really made fun of
A jokes by jokesters
I bet you thought this was a poem
But guess what
And this forum
This did I mention
That I mentioned that I forget to give you attention
Nana Nana Nana haha yeah this is so cruel,.------------------------------->
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APRIL FOOL
4/1/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
The NBA was on strike,
Everyone is in the fight.
Racial injustice rages on,
It’s urgent for change to come.
Black man paralyzed with seven pops,
No actions are taken to make a stop.
White man gets the special treatment,
While black people are viewed a threat.
Majority of people say overreaction,
To a society issue that causes reactions.
A group of people are being scrutinized,
America hears black and thinks uncivilized.
America thinks it’s right to dehumanize,
I can’t comprehend the reason why.
America represents hope of a better life,
Ironically, they justify taking black lives.
A wonder why some people does behave suh
Greedy foh dem mattie own
Always want but never like to give
I can't live with these people no moe
Dem does get on my nerve now
A de thinking dem gone change they ways
But it getting worse by the days
Tell meh why we can't be civilize
Is like dem see a plum tree
And ain't waiting fo de plum get ripe
Always wanting the first bite
When you see dem get money
Dem whole attitude change
But when dem get broke
Oh lawd
Dem like uncivilized ape
I can't tek dem now
But every dog get dem day
A gone hide meh fang
And give dem a taste of they own medicine
You wait and see
My house ain't get place fo bad minded people
Period !
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