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i eat the poison peaches of
genorosities consequence
recognizing the rockabye
that is my punishment
for my selflessness
peppered with poor judgement
still I see clearly
that I am not an innocent
recipes for disastrous remedies
try to make them free
echoing lies of loyalty
when they don't hold the door for me
there is no true repentance
and faux empathic remorse will flee
a dream now actualized
without disguise reveals a bitter reality
interdependence no longer required
and no longer desired
becomes a 3 dimensional mirror
and must expire or be retired
niceties and politics
are chocolate coated devious tricks
optimism inspired
childishly selfishly ungratefully
and they imagine invisibly conspired
still they dance around
and pretend to be
a friend to me
ironically
enslaved by disciplines
and socially accepted behaviors
chronically
seeing themselves as the thing to be
as proven by superficialities
pomp and circumstantial ceremonies
feeling they have acted gainfully
when in actuality
they are exposed like prey
before predators they provoked
like adolescents
that chase away parental figures
behind deception cleverly cloaked
tatting my mind with



guns n roses rockstar poses


welcome to the jungle kinfolk
i accept that my own fallacies distracted me
and when i should have spoke i choked
that is the cause of my rage
and in my true nature
i want them to feel its full effect
i would love to see
the paralysis in their eyes
when they realize
i'm a master of what they project
i want to be there
when it all becomes clear that
their eyes were more blind
than mine in retrospect
they chose to see me as a soft fool
instead of old school
golden rule
so i want to smell their fear
when i raise my voice and i inflect
when i Cry vengeance
like i cry freedom
and how sweet it will be to see them
in the moment when the lesson is learned
and the light comes on
they weren't listening when i spoke
and not paying attention when
the soundtrack to my solitude thumped


i aint no joke
or pawn
and like military strategy
similar to the art of war by sun tzu
the rope a dope by ali and
the law of power
enforced by me
spawns
their complete annihilation
surrounded by everything they built
crumbled to the ground around them
true remorse is born
when i let loose the full force of me
there will surely be
many casualties of war
and much collateral damage
decades of warnings
that have gone unheeded
assuming my forces are too depleted
without fear of my rampage
never comprehending my disciplines
and my behaviour
and how complex to be a saviour
forgetting all the world is a stage
i almost feel sympathy
my heart lobbys my military for mercy
leniancy
clemency
knowing its time to engage
no longer will i try to deny my surroundings
a jungle
where lovers and peacemakers are outlaws
die or get educated
love and peace cannot be legislated
cannot be demonstrated
to minds evolved to see
the beautiful things decimated
they are truly just like me
they create
in the world that we share
a war mentality
take no prisoners
domination celebrated
i accept now
as an absolute truth
love and peace
can not be perpetuated
taught
rebuilt
or replicated
much less created
inside you
by me.
so what else is a man to do but
serve you up what you brew
let you have your fill
of what seems to be the natural order
an end has to come
to your mythologizing
its time to harvest
the fruit of your labor
catastrophic
biopic
prescription for your disorder
your contradictions and conflicts reveal
weakness division and indecision
i look around you and
i see open borders
a destruction so complete
it brings death
to your philosophies
even your way of life
no infrastructure
brick or mortar
the scene cuts to a reporter...
"On the ground where titans once stood,
where spartans consumated and devestated,
the protagonist was soundly defeated,
all beefs were resolved,
all debates were silenced,
a vicious circle was infiltrated
and its Don laid to rest.
A hopeful visionary
thought it the perfect place
for seeds to be planted
and he stated"...
"whats true inside me
is true outside me.
Inside my heart and mind
is where my hunger will be satiated
and the only place
love and peace
will be cultivated"

Comments

  1. dang. way to break it off...love the GNR break there in the middle...the illusions to the Don as well this is filled with great mosaic of imagery while maintaining the thought...nice one shot!

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  2. Thanks Brian. I appreciate the read and the comment very much. I'm kind of proud of this one.

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  3. Brian describes your poem well as a "mosaic of imagery".

    You have a distinct voice and create a readily apparent rhythm that makes it easy to "hear" the words.

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  4. Love your word usage and all the inner rhymes, and complementary vowel sounds. The words use a lot of hard consonants that really punctuate the piece, giving it a percussive feel.

    Excellent job; keep it up!

    - Bill

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  5. @Maureen Thank you for the read and comment here also. The feedback is greatly appreciated also.

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  6. Chocolate coated devious tricks..
    love it so much...
    ॐ नमः शिवाय
    Om Namah Shivaya.

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  7. Like a rapper in the zone constantly thinking, expressing his poem. Just read your bio and glad you mentioned the love of hip-hop. Man, props to you with everything your doing on the 'Net. Be proud of your work and the statement it makes. Glad to hear you say it makes you proud. cheers, friend

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  8. I'm so glad you are a poet/writer. For they have always been the change agents in any society. your last statement summed up man's error -the state of love and peace are absent. What a piece Ron.

    Moon smiles

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  9. Thank you. I really appreciate the reads and comments and feedbacks and as I've said before the forum of One Shot Wednesday/ One Stop Poetry.

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  10. Are you always conscious?

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