Melissa and Aaron created wedding cakes
When asked to make one for gays, they declined
The state of Oregon didn't give them any breaks
To religious conscience, the state was blind.
Over a hundred thousand was confiscated to start
They were told to make such cakes in future
Given a gag order, not to say what's in their heart
Then came an online surge of hate
Their life and their kid's lives got threats
Their truck was vandalized, they had to move
Melissa and Aaron may have had regrets
But went to the Supreme court their case to prove.
The U.S. Supreme court said that the state
can't force them to violate their belief
In free lands you shouldn't crush debate
With anonymous messages like a thief.
The Klein's bible condemned how some behave
The Kleins didn't hurt anyone, they left folks alone
To assert their beliefs, they shouldn't have to be brave
And waste years defending against a mob with stones.
Dashes, burst in flashes!
Apostrophes, aim well!
Commas, strong thy slashes!
Punctuation, pell-mell!
Ancient pyramid, the moon.
When you gaze, seen: what?
Troubadour, best hold thy tune!
Poet, make the cut!
Toil, recoil, beneath the soil.
Ensconce, O seance.
Ailing patient, insides roil?
Mud, sir. For the nonce.
Ivy, cover all you see.
As a blanket be.
Greenery, grow constantly!
Ocean link to sea!
Causal chain, blight with thy bane?
Well, friend, I'd best not.
Reality to remain?
Death is thine, robot.
Spirit of tomorrow!
In thy name we invoke!
Bitter is to borrow.
Signal well, O smoke.
Lightning, storms. They come in swarms!
Angry spirit forms!
Nightmare, violate the norms!
He who freezes warms!
Thus lava, O volcano!
Eruption, firework!
Dappled roe, run mid the flow!
Carrion crow, berserk!
In the beginning
Beak stirring
Human forms into being
Raven said
To the cauldron
“They are ready.”
People crawled out
Hot and wet.
One by one
The heroes
The sages
And women
Came out first.
They were the strongest.
Raven unfurled
Shook his black-on-purple feathers
And went to sleep.
But in the cold cauldron
Remained
Many more beings.
They looked like people
They talked like people
They copulated like people
They ate like people
But they did not sing
Or dance.
They never rejoiced.
They were all so cold and angry
…dangerous.
Raven awoke
And intending to kill
These lesser beings
He pecked and swallowed
Pecked and swallowed
As many as he could.
But most of them
Got away.
Raven is long gone
And so is Chaos Cauldron
But today
These lesser beings,
Colder and angrier still,
Get to elect presidents
And become
Leaders.
They torture the heroes.
They mock the sages.
They violate women.
The grandfathers said:
“Raven will come back
One day
And boil the whole of humanity
Into another soup.”
No means no—
Why is that so hard to know?
It’s my body, it’s my choice,
Let’s unite in a single voice.
It’s not yours to violate,
Nor for others to speculate.
It’s me, and wholly mine—
My voice, my choice, my line.
@Bappa Mazumder
Gazing early dawn, to be blooming soon
Gazing early dawn, to be blooming soon
Night is still young, unending
Weather, the morning forecast predicted a rain, ensuing
And then, this will stop me from seeing you, a refrain
The city and the outskirt
A lot sits in between, in hindrance
And the present tense and
the erotic boy zone
wondering through Facebook, whats app for
a lover boon, millimeters to million, thriving.
I am a heritage queue, an odd audacity
I saw time, bygone, as t'was forthcoming
in a closed 'laptop'
I and my fanciful clouded entropy,
the flower vase embellishing the dawn
you and a warmth, adore
one step closer to the brim, ashore!
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The only masters of words
are lawyers and politicians,
twisting syllables into chains,
binding the public
with illusions of justice.
International law?
A fragile parchment,
easily burned by power.
The mighty—
America and its allies—
violate it in daylight,
and walk away untouched.
The court that dares to judge them—
a kangaroo court,
mocking its own shadow.
And you, Africa,
you global south,
clinging to Roman-Dutch law,
do you not see?
You punish yourselves
with borrowed codes,
carrying wounds
not written for your soil.
Justice is no relic.
Law should be a river,
flowing with the times,
not a stone wall
blocking progress.
It should shield the weak,
balance the scales,
and light the path
toward a better society.
But in the world of wolves and sheep,
law is but a costume—
a shepherd’s cloak
draped over the wolf’s back,
while the flock dreams of safety,
never knowing
they are already lost.
The not so great debate in America today
Is that even though liberal people fear for their lives
They dare not violate the progressive ethos
Of victim, ie. criminal, first,
And so argue round and round
That everything is okay and only getting better.
The irony of course is this obfuscation
And soft-core tyranny is actually illiberal.
But words today no longer matter
Labels being fungible
On the slippery slope of good intentions.
Well then, Hell it is, illiberal or not,
“Blue, blue, electric blue
Is the color of my room
Where I will live”
In rot with you.
(8/12/25)
Pains are supposed lifetime teachers,
Teachers that connect mind to soul.
Soul, mind connects unto preachers,
Towards time... life lessons made whole.
Pains are pieces of peaceful storm...
Comfort's steeze can not regulate,
Or by any means can reform;
All stings, life's fate violate.
Each never come to mount limit,
Rather shapes mind not to get lost
Of strength wearing out to be fit
Enough for heart, wishes exhaust...
In-between life and death dreamlands,
Once of pursuit in dying hope;
Tired, shattered yet chasing cum grace,
Possible luck could lock by chance-
Either up in the sky to fall...
Like manna released from heaven,
Or in the oxygen breaths breathe...
To keep living and grow nice gut.
before you allow
anyone else to trespass and trample
violate your mind, body, and soul
take time out for isolation and self care
no matter time needed; weeks, months, years
find, get to know, and accept your authentic self
learn to embody your self worth
so you can accept nothing less
than what you deserve
therefore stopping trespasser before they
trample on your mind, body, and soul.
A day escaped,
released from the sticky womb of night
held firm in the arms of midwife morning,
listen to its infant cries
the wails of a newborn child unfed
demanding of your bed and sleepy scant attention,
it matters not that you turn your back and try to block your ears
to tears of open-window traffic rage
and screaming gulls that dance on bins with shoes of lead
invade your head and work themselves within
to violate your peace with a surgeons skill,
phone alarm vibrating shrill and shaking
leaking decibels that penetrate each waking fibre of your skin,
you know you must begin, attend that fractious babe
fill its hungry mouth to stop the bawling
lured as ever by the bathroom light
Thursday screams, and you her faithful moth come crawling
In their own tenacious way
Luddits creep out of dust
Forcing time to stand and stay
In the stales of past
They crimilalize in panic
Everything that moves
Passengers of ghost Titanic
Though the news we cruise
Prohibitions fall like leaves
In the August rain
There’s no air for me to breathe
Under luddits reign
So I violate their laws
In the modest way
Like a rebel with a cause
Acts without delay.
she rebuffed his advances
he was more determined now
a horrible troll, a stalker, a misogamist
who thought what he wanted was of utmost importance
no matter who he had to violate, hurt, or abuse.
Imagination is the law
Which you can freely violate
Because it changes fast, therefore
What you imagine comes too late
But happily, this law implies
Your violations as the norm
Feel free, you are liberalized
In anything you can perform
You live your life to the extreme
After the war, in Germany
For all the world you are a victim
That’s how distinguished it could be
Much better than belong to that
Accursed for ages poor nation
Regardless who you are and what
You do, you’re under accusations
For any crime the others do
For every breath you have to borrow
That’s what can be imagined too
Why not, if there is no tomorrow.
Forbidden love, deadly finales, Cupid’s tragic legacy
An altering agonizing fate, a lover's tale the soul it'll violate
Romeo n Juliet had pure love, pure ecstasy
Forbidden love, deadly finales, Cupid’s tragic legacy
Samson’s lust, Delilah’s betrayal bribed from jealousy
Secrets unfurled delayed, poison secures not heaven’s gate
Forbidden love, deadly finales, Cupid’s tragic legacy
An altering agonizing fate, a lover's tale, the soul it'll violate
Look but don’t touch I’ll lose control;
My heart cannot violate parole.
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