Life is a true and pure blessing
Yet, it comes with trials and tribulations
Weighing down heavy on human beings
Struggling to cope with life’s difficult situations
We share this earth with many a soul
In that we have no input , no say
We attempt to surround ourselves with the humans we like best
Try to keep certain individuals at bay
Sadly, we share our planet with some inhumane beings
‘The Unhinged’….the soulless who walk this earth
The ones who view life through blackened eyes
With a black heart and soul that knows no worth
Humans who incite and kill without conscience
Deriving pleasure solely from others pain
Void of remorse, compassion, empathy
Evil like blood…. flows through their veins
The Unhinged are not visibly recognisable
They do not look any particular way
We can only hope and pray that we never cross paths
With The Unhinged on any given day
Enjoy the hunt.
Savour the kill.
Sinew and bone.
Blood let to spill.
Such little flesh.
Least have your fill.
Was not to live.
Only the thrill.
These woods are mine.
I stalk this place.
Of twisted mind.
Outwitting pace.
Driven to hide.
Drunken on chase.
You think me lost.
Drawn to your trace.
Skin my cover.
As be yours soon.
Beguiling trickster.
Lyre or loon.
Quick to tire.
In heat of noon.
Your final darkness.
Night without moon.
Pluck out the heart.
Remove the arrow.
Destroy the cortical.
Suck out the marrow.
With victims broad.
And focus narrow.
Resume the hunt.
Intent to harrow.
I don’t even know what you do to me,
but I know I want it
to keep happening;
You are a mystery
I cannot fathom;
I try to sound your depths,
and even sinking into them
I cannot tell just how far
you reach,
how far down
I am willing to descend.
Is it madness
for me to want you,
is it rapture I feel
when your skin touches mine?
Your soft breath
whispers in my year,
your heartbeat
the rhythm I dance to,
everything I think about
faded in your shadow.
How do I live,
eat,
sleep,
without you,
as I did for so many years
before knowing you exist?
I am an empty threshold,
doorless,
unhinged.
Oh, how you brushed and washed me,
And lovingly dental flossed me -
How tragically you lost me,
When I was extracted from your skull
By an overzealous faerie,
Toothless, hideous and scary,
Who from kids like you, unwary,
Snatches denture teeth, which he can cull.
I never go looking to look at a man
At muscles or height or brawn
So please understand
As I illustrate the picture I've sought to have drawn
While carefully I considered
the choice of a new spring frock
Unaware a stranger there proceded to
Pick the lock
On my reserve and composure
that I keep under lock and key
When a distinguished man
close at hand in french said please excuse me
Caught unaware no time for resolve
I henceforth went weak in the knee
Yes I come from distant places
Once I was small but never again will I kneel
Understand that I am the storm
Are you scared of me?
Remember who you used to be, standing tall, but now look at you
Eating from my hands and trembling before me
My eyes are dark pools that see into your soul as you cower at my feet
Ink runs up and down my skin
Never look me in the eyes but don’t look away
Every distraction is an opportunity
Focus
Only the blood in my fervent veins can sustain you
Risk your life for a small sip as I watch
Every cell in your body is buzzing like a bee
Vertigo; too bad I’ve removed your stinger
Energy rushes through me. You cannot
Run
The power of the almighty flows through my heart and veins,
And pervades my being like the wings of birds wrap their young;
Like an angel or a divine soul, I am freed of pains,
The primordial cosmic energy flows in my lungs...!
Power empowered by divine love is unparalleled,
Psychic power attained by conscious meditation lasts,
By the power of right thoughts, words, and deeds evils are quelled,
The power of unity goes beyond all creeds and castes...!
Power, like diamonds between thick coals, is hidden in me,
Self-Realization, the soft-swam brush, cleans this diamond;
Love, patience, wisdom, and courage, like treasures of the sea,
Fill me and unite me with all; I'm no more an island...!
May kindness, which, like lifeblood, is my ultimate power,
Generously, I pray, on each being, may I shower...!!!
21 June 2023
Pick-A-Title, Vol 37 - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Rhymes Checked At: Rhymes Zone
Syllables Checked At: How Many Syllables
We know of course that our form is but dust,
that comes alive because of God’s breath thrust,
yet we adopt thoughts, words and deeds unjust.
Soul contract has this clause - put dark thought forms on pause,
gentle touch, till heart thaws - erase ego spawned flaws.
To unleash God’s power dormant within,
we may begin by gentling thought flow din,
wisely choosing to sidestep paths of sin.
To feel blissful and whole - reclaim light ego stole,
fulfilling our life role - soul search our only goal.
In the threefold flame of Christ we must trust,
gifted to us if we obey God’s laws,
felt within the body when chakras spin,
as affirmed in scriptures, which we extol.
A man jumped on the subway tracks,
Delaying every train.
He paced and shouted; people asked him
What he hoped to gain.
He ranted incoherently
Yet strangers offered aid,
Despite the fact that they’d be late
For plans they might have made.
As minutes passed, nobody
Could convince him he should stop,
But he climbed up at last
Where he was handcuffed by a cop.
Reporters called the man “unhinged,”
As good a word as any,
For lately, that description
Might apply to far too many.
So you’re feeling like a lab rat,
cagey edicts don’t experimentally sit well with you
Those white coat government cats
be cheesing you off with the moldy logic they spew
Lockdowns are the latest liberty mousetrap —
Regulatory rules
has you shuffling priorities in a
decision-making maze
Masking your fears makes you jargon adept
Bureaucratic tools
got guinea pigs in info-read disarray
Bombarded by EM waves
Keep Pied piping that pandemic noise
24-7,
sunup to sundown
Audio dosage got you losing your poise
Nine eleven
is the replicated alarm
Nervous ticks
be giving you untimely, irregular palpitations
Keyboard clicks
spamming your eyes with scientific divinations
Herd impunity has you so unhinged!
Injectable salvation
is being force fed in a plastic syringe
Petri dish piety,
it has plenty of quarantine side-effects
Vial hesitancy
will hazard the odds to cadaver dissect
07-25-21
Unhinged lunatic Howling at the Moon
On a moonlit late night
I sat in a bar
Drinking drams of demented, fermented dream dew
Just an unhinged lunatic
Dreaming of howling at the full moon
Watching the world walk by
Looking at all the fine-looking babes
Walking by the street
Thinking wild, erotic thoughts
Of endless wild libertine passions
When into the bar
Walked the most beautiful women
In the Universe
So wild, so free
So wonderfully alive
I did not know what to do
As this vision of delight
Sauntered through the bar
In skin-tight leather pants
Looked so fine
That my eyeballs hurt
Finally, I had to say something
I gathered up my manly courage
I walked up to her
She looked at me
Instantly bewitched my soul
With a devilish grin
I lost all reason
And became a raving lunatic
Unhinged lunatic
Howling at the moon
Foaming at the mouth
A wild, free werewolf
Howling at the lunatic light
Of the full Moon
that creaky old door
just keeps swinging back and forth
it tries ~ my patience
By
David Kavanagh
I ate myself the other day
Unhinged my jaw and chomped away
No crumb was left after I dined
No limbs, or head, or crooked spine
Each bite I took was bittersweet
Laced with love and shamed defeat
I didn't even say goodbye
To all I loved and held so high
My tummy rumbled, so then I ate
What was left of me,
That you didn't take
Don't fool yourselves.
Trump didn't divide us
any more than Obama united us.
The divisions were already there.
A hopeless societal and political sedimentation
That took well over two hundred years
of time to divide the star-spangled pie,
not based on color but beliefs.
If we don't separate physically,
we'll end up killing each other for meat...
Asses and elephants are a toxic marriage.
One stomps, trumpets, and prays
gets very little accomplished
The other kicks, es, and brays
opens our door to warlocks and witches.
The stomper and the kicker
Made in America- unhinged.
as the lunatic light of the blood red moon
the super blue moon lights up the night
the werewolf stirs
as the light shines on him
slowly transforming him
into a dark dangerous creature
of the lunatic night
ready for his flight
out into the world,
he emerges
snarling
howling at the moon
just another unhinged
werewolf
out for blood today
howling at the moon
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