Man O’ Man can’t conquer the mother!
Hitherto, the quoth be gather.
To the havoc, thy avarice, foment;
The virulence is a channel of chastisement.
Man O’ Man can’t conquer the mother!
Hitherto, the quoth be gather.
The virulence is evil of discrete; say vox populi.
Is this matter fit to greet; nay Mehdi.
Man O’ Man can’t conquer the mother!
Hitherto, the quoth be gather.
Ipso facto, there will be a Jenner;
But the limbo, thence, ratifies the beginner.
Man O’ Man can’t conquer the mother!
Hitherto, the quoth be gather.
Man O’ Man can’t conquer the mother!
Hitherto, the quoth be gather.
To the havoc, thy avarice, foment;
The virulence is a channel of chastisement.
Man O’ Man can’t conquer the mother!
Hitherto, the quoth be gather.
The virulence is evil of discrete; say vox populi.
Is this matter fit to greet; nay Mehdi.
Man O’ Man can’t conquer the mother!
Hitherto, the quoth be gather.
Ipso facto, there will be a Jenner;
But the limbo, thence, ratifies the beginner.
Man O’ Man can’t conquer the mother!
Hitherto, the quoth be gather.
We are dancing to the song of senses, society and family since birth
Acting as per their dictates, serving them, trying to please them
Never a though why we are dancing non-stop, that too on song played by others
No cerebration about our personal wishes, the need of self
Why not stop this tiring dance, persisting ceaselessly without respite
Why not live a life being what we are, doing what gives us much joy
A life of no pretenses
Then we will dance to own tune, in own style
For our joy and exhilaration
Unconcerned about vox populi
After all our brain, our thoughts, our life matters too
In fact it should be our top priority
We owe it to self and creator who made us
Our last dance should be a joyful one
Filled with satisfaction of having lived well
enjoying every moment
A contented good bye before we sleep for ever
08.07.2021
For The Last Dance,craig cornish
"Who am I?
Who is but the form following the function of what, and what I am is a man in a mask,
but on this most auspicious of nights, permit me then, in lieu of the more commonplace sobriquet, to suggest the character of my dramatis persona.
Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran,
cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate.
This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished.
However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin van-guarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition.
The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous.
LOL,.. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it is my very good honor to meet you, and you may call me V."
.. from the movie, V For Vendetta
A Fierce Clarity
Conundrums of doubt
dumb, dumb, dumb
downers with an excuse
to gulp the pill
wash down chemical
sweetener for the bitter palate of sugar
Grains of possession
miserable addicts of this technological freedom
bar-code a ticket to emancipation
cold blooded despots
placed in a box
vox-populi every opinion
A jailed perception
sees barbed-wires of need
must constrain the revolutionaries
and by poverty know less of greed
not by choice is survival
the only creed
So let fake news be the measure of hypocrisy
secret conundrum of dumb, dumb, dumb
the measure of stupidity
and by confused design
reorganize reality
devoid of God inside the response
Divine by any other word
yet in greatest torment
the devil works
creation beyond is on the far side of thoughts
beyond the created
and the ego of ants
to flesh delivers the arrogance
of governments.
Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 16
Covert modern State wiles mock Greek democracy
Must People cast votes to elect block Parties
Athenians all took part in vox populi
Founding Fathers of Great America Party
Chief Washington revolution guaranties
Covert modern State wiles mock Greek democracy
Corsican blood runs blue in French royalty
Scottish rites oath govern secret warranties
Athenians all took part in vox populi
Politicos Police legal fraternity
Avarice cruelty sexualities
Covert modern State wiles mock Greek democracy
No vote counts for individuality
All is grist to Big Money incongruities
Athenians all took part in vox populi
Will Grand Architect of Universality
Show his true face from behind inanities
Covert modern State wiles mock Greek democracy
Athenians all took part in vox populi
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2015
[It is the spontaneous utterance of the universal conscience.
- Elihu Burritt, “The Empire of Public Opinion”]
Remember that day, Elihu,
when you stood at your forge as the earth
shook underfoot. A steam-locomotive,
come to change the world.
Foot-traveler by choice, you walked out
to see what was left after the passing
of the Iron Dragon, and found a printing press
already spreading the news.
In not so many years, the Trans-Atlantic-Telegraph
would spread it even faster. You imagined
John of Patmos transported to your time, declaring
there was no more sea to separate
the continents, there was time no longer
between the event and the whole globe’s knowing it.
How quickly things can change,
yet some things seem to ever stay the same.
What word would you spread, Elihu?
You say Slavery at last is dead. But War –
destroyer of the soul – remains. Let the people
speak. Let it be God’s word. Peace.
Take me
Shape me
Misdirect me
You always want to see me
Down on my knees
For ever
And ever
I will always
Be there in front of your face
Screaming
For years
And years
I have been obliged
Followed your rules
Without doubt or question
It is time
for change
MY words
Echoing in YOUR ears
Fear no longer exists
You will always
Try to break me
But I'll always be there
Infront of your face
With eyes wide open
With a mouth wide open
And a fist raised
High up the air
This time
I won't
Sit back and watch
You kill ever last inch
Of me
I will
Do whatever I can
To bring you down
And I am not alone
You will fall
Enough of
Your lies
Your dirty and filthy lies
You are always in disguise
Nothing but a coward, who will soon die
I'm stronger
With stronger faith
I have multiplied
And always will
I am the vox populi(1)
You will always
Try to break me
But I'll always be there
Infront of your face
With eyes wide open
With a mouth wide open
And a fist raised
High up the air
(1)Vox populi, a Latin phrase that literally means "voice of the people"