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mossmjacques
NY Metropolitan area Moss M.Jacques is a poet from the New York metropolitan area. His upcoming book: Sugarplum- Selected poems on Life, Love and the Human condition will be available during the second quarter of this year.
Here we are Toy soldiers, Barbie dolls Monopoly money flying off the shelves As intentions remain disguised, A rush hour to nowhere. Suspicion hangs heavy in the air. Fingerprints of greed upon the land, Stain the walls and smear every surface, Tearing our world apart Entangling us in a labyrinth of lingering agony. As financial empires crumble and fall, We tumble towards a dismal crown. Here we are A shot heard around the world Misdirection concocted with twists of propaganda A sinister plot to keep us quiet While economic doom looms large, Forcing us to gasp for breath in its tort. We are sliding into a sea of hell, Crafted with a sinister dusk, Leaving us trapped in uncertainty. A bipartisan fakery, A manufactured reprieve of endless war Bacchanal Celebration of the uniparty, To keep us all in the duality Of a totalitarian doomsday cult of our own making, With ties to the darkest corners, Where shadows dance in the hue. Why did George Orwell paint a future so dire Of totalitarian control, a world on fire? To blackmail us into believing We are incapable of repelling it, Pressuring us to fear, to tyranny. Wall Street proclaimed, "Greed is good," A mantra repeated, understood, Molding our minds, shaping our views, Enforcing belief in capitalism's ruse. Political speech, a vile roast of reality, A nonsensical tale of deceit, Yet, within its twisted words, Makes us struggle to comprehend our reality. Revelations of a conning government, Manufactured divisions run deep, As secrets too dark to keep. In the chaos of our unraveling, We grasp for a glimmer of light, But find ourselves lost in the darkness Of a world consumed by blight. Do The Right Thing, a mirror held to our face, Amid conflict beyond repair. We consume the lies, a terrible plight, Believing we're powerless, as they've said. Free falling into despair Believing we're powerless as the moments fly by. Here we are We've been conned and betrayed. In the shadows of towering skyscrapers, Where dreams were once fashioned from thin air, A secret kleptocracy aims to divide and deceive, Bleeding us dry, as we unquestioningly believe In our American uniqueness Until we start blaming each other While everything gets worse, A dysfunctional elite Building lies around dysfunctions Inducing us into believing Our eroding circumstances are our own, As they steal our lives, forsaking us to atone. Fake news media informs us to be angry and tribalized, Daytime television warns our morality is compromised, Local news instills fear in our neighbors, near and far, As we celebrate masked actors, forgetting who we are. Reality Tell-a-Vision doesn't tell our reality, Preferably, it shows life's hedonistic strife. Zombie television tells us the public remains our enemy. Social media floods with existential rife, With nonsense conspiracy theories and memes abound, Telling us we're hopeless in a world so unsound. On a never-ending track, An all-time high in the belief that we are helpless, No matter the bubbles we encase, Bombarded with existential crises in every space, A surge in apocalyptic film, literature, and games, Telling us there's no way out of society's flames, As we buy cans of Liquid Death, in our despair, And drink Death Coffee to fuel our inner plight, In this rotten farce, we see no end in sight. For our entire lives, we've been led astray, In a world where our strength is fading away, Divided against itself in a power play so grand, As we believe we're powerless. But in the end, we're left alone, In a world where truth is overthrown. As we've been brainwashed with silent screams, We find ourselves constantly shaking down. Things escalate wildly in a world gone awry Where Dr. Strangelove teaches us to stop and comply. In the collapsed towers, nobody stands, Only masked actors with bloodied hands As we hurtle towards an inevitable brawl. Here we are Investigating the mountain of lies, We uncover the truth, rotten to the core, As vicious beasts roam in our streets. Smoke and mirrors promise miraculous destinies, But abandoning us stranded, battered, and frail. In this desperate state of dying slowly, Words ring true, screaming at us to wake up. Yet suspicion clouds every intention, As we ponder the reasons why. The fabric of society frays at the seams, As revelations tear through the veil, Exposing the rot within our midst. Our lives are a tangled web of deceit. O say, can you see? We are drowning in the sea. On this moon of deception and decay, We grasp for a semblance of truth, But find ourselves drowning in the sea. O say, can you see? Did we go to the moon? Why are we drowning in the sea? Our Statue of Liberty is sinking fast and deep. O say, can you see? I'm begging you; can you see? In the wreckage of shattered dreams, We find ourselves lost in the debris, Victims of a grand illusion, Where reality is uncomfortable to see. Terrified, yes, but unafraid to tell, The tale of our time, the ringing knell Of corruption and deceit, We rise, we rise; we must rise above In the name of truth, justice, and love. O say, can you see? Can you see? Can you see?
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Apr 23, 2024
Apr 23, 2024 at 6:40 PM UTC
Apocalypse of The American Dream
Here we are Toy soldiers, Barbie dolls Monopoly money flying off the shelves As intentions remain disguised, A rush hour to nowhere. Suspicion hangs heavy in the air. Fingerprints of greed upon the land, Stain the walls and smear every surface, Tearing our world apart Entangling us in a labyrinth of lingering agony. As financial empires crumble and fall, We tumble towards a dismal crown. Here we are A shot heard around the world Misdirection concocted with twists of propaganda A sinister plot to keep us quiet While economic doom looms large, Forcing us to gasp for breath in its tort. We are sliding into a sea of hell, Crafted with a sinister dusk, Leaving us trapped in uncertainty. A bipartisan fakery, A manufactured reprieve of endless war Bacchanal Celebration of the uniparty, To keep us all in the duality Of a totalitarian doomsday cult of our own making, With ties to the darkest corners, Where shadows dance in the hue. Why did George Orwell paint a future so dire Of totalitarian control, a world on fire? To blackmail us into believing We are incapable of repelling it, Pressuring us to fear, to tyranny. Wall Street proclaimed, "Greed is good," A mantra repeated, understood, Molding our minds, shaping our views, Enforcing belief in capitalism's ruse. Political speech, a vile roast of reality, A nonsensical tale of deceit, Yet, within its twisted words, Makes us struggle to comprehend our reality. Revelations of a conning government, Manufactured divisions run deep, As secrets too dark to keep. In the chaos of our unraveling, We grasp for a glimmer of light, But find ourselves lost in the darkness Of a world consumed by blight. Do The Right Thing, a mirror held to our face, Amid conflict beyond repair. We consume the lies, a terrible plight, Believing we're powerless, as they've said. Free falling into despair Believing we're powerless as the moments fly by. Here we are We've been conned and betrayed. In the shadows of towering skyscrapers, Where dreams were once fashioned from thin air, A secret kleptocracy aims to divide and deceive, Bleeding us dry, as we unquestioningly believe In our American uniqueness Until we start blaming each other While everything gets worse, A dysfunctional elite Building lies around dysfunctions Inducing us into believing Our eroding circumstances are our own, As they steal our lives, forsaking us to atone. Fake news media informs us to be angry and tribalized, Daytime television warns our morality is compromised, Local news instills fear in our neighbors, near and far, As we celebrate masked actors, forgetting who we are. Reality Tell-a-Vision doesn't tell our reality, Preferably, it shows life's hedonistic strife. Zombie television tells us the public remains our enemy. Social media floods with existential rife, With nonsense conspiracy theories and memes abound, Telling us we're hopeless in a world so unsound. On a never-ending track, An all-time high in the belief that we are helpless, No matter the bubbles we encase, Bombarded with existential crises in every space, A surge in apocalyptic film, literature, and games, Telling us there's no way out of society's flames, As we buy cans of Liquid Death, in our despair, And drink Death Coffee to fuel our inner plight, In this rotten farce, we see no end in sight. For our entire lives, we've been led astray, In a world where our strength is fading away, Divided against itself in a power play so grand, As we believe we're powerless. But in the end, we're left alone, In a world where truth is overthrown. As we've been brainwashed with silent screams, We find ourselves constantly shaking down. Things escalate wildly in a world gone awry Where Dr. Strangelove teaches us to stop and comply. In the collapsed towers, nobody stands, Only masked actors with bloodied hands As we hurtle towards an inevitable brawl. Here we are Investigating the mountain of lies, We uncover the truth, rotten to the core, As vicious beasts roam in our streets. Smoke and mirrors promise miraculous destinies, But abandoning us stranded, battered, and frail. In this desperate state of dying slowly, Words ring true, screaming at us to wake up. Yet suspicion clouds every intention, As we ponder the reasons why. The fabric of society frays at the seams, As revelations tear through the veil, Exposing the rot within our midst. Our lives are a tangled web of deceit. O say, can you see? We are drowning in the sea. On this moon of deception and decay, We grasp for a semblance of truth, But find ourselves drowning in the sea. O say, can you see? Did we go to the moon? Why are we drowning in the sea? Our Statue of Liberty is sinking fast and deep. O say, can you see? I'm begging you; can you see? In the wreckage of shattered dreams, We find ourselves lost in the debris, Victims of a grand illusion, Where reality is uncomfortable to see. Terrified, yes, but unafraid to tell, The tale of our time, the ringing knell Of corruption and deceit, We rise, we rise; we must rise above In the name of truth, justice, and love. O say, can you see? Can you see? Can you see?
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I'm snowing in On the east coast Sunday afternoon to Tuesday People who go to work In wintertime Know you can't get it Any better than this. Walking around the house Drinking red wine Drinking green tea Writing poems But I feel like Life is an incomplete picture Without you You don't see us together Because you don't want To see us together I can please you as much as I can hurt you But I always welcome your feminine charm To tame and absorb my roughness You told me I should move on While too many questions Left unanswered But I still feel like Life is incomplete without you.
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Apr 23, 2024
Apr 23, 2024 at 6:33 PM UTC
Trust Issues
I don't have to do this But I can't let this escape me. We don't cave in And look for a hideaway We don't capitulate And let things fade away. We renew our spirit, We renew ourselves, We renew our world. We rekindle our inalienable desire To leave free And to maintain our freedom Wherever we set foot And against all odds. When and where It is unavoidable we answer the call to safeguard Our humanity, Protect children and women And fight for peace. We push all limits to establish civilizations In the most uncharted territories; We ***** cities, towns, and states, We build countries Across wilderness and unruly seas; We proudly raise our flags, Symbol of the greatness of the human mind. I don't have to do this But I can't let this escape me. It must be said in unison: Let's make poetry great again.
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Jun 2, 2021
Jun 2, 2021 at 1:38 PM UTC
Make poetry great again
She didn't set out to be a seductress Until she became a seducted She was afraid of love Not wanting to see her heart Being devastated in stitches, By a thousand cuts You're a seducer, she said to him Why do you say that? He asked politely. Because the first time we met You melted me like a mountain of snow Melting away in the summer. I must confess: I thought I built giant walls To protect me from a man like you. There you are, tearing them down altogether without allowing me the benefit of a fight. Really? he exclaimed Tell me more. you walked up to me you touched my hands flirtatiously you look me straight in the eyes and compliment me with a calm, balanced, Masculine and confident voice. I didn't expect it, I didn't want it, I was blown away. She continued: I was a lost soul; you shelter me. I was a lost ship; you seize me. I was a lost bird; you cage me. I was a diamond in the rough, You dig me out and make me yours. And what do you think of me now? You're a happy man. Why do you say that? He asked. She replied: You know how to give and receive pleasure. Down memory lane, If you elect to remember one thing about me What would that be? She answered: You intrinsically love women.
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Mar 2, 2021
Mar 2, 2021 at 9:50 AM UTC
The seduction of Emma Valdoramay
I boost your ego You let me go And I'm the ultimate victim. "This is it for me. This is me move on." I'm just quoting you verbatim Like you are possessed by a demon. A tacit admission of guilt Against my best wishes I was sabotaging us You turn yourself into a fictional character in a novel not yet written Shed some light on your dark side come back And tell me what you see.
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Jan 31, 2021
Jan 31, 2021 at 10:56 AM UTC
The fallacy of the Ego
A Poem-tribute to Star Wars. "Those manipulating the takeover of Humanity will fail." Catherine Austin Fitts Forcefully Recklessly You’re spreading your tentacles into galactic territories Like a stubborn octopus falsely Believing owning the whole sea You spur chaos and personify chaos To shrink the celestial Chronos To usurp the balance of the equilibrium But arising from the ashes of chaos To look at you straight in the eyes Standing flat-footed on the Eternal Light Dusting off the false paradigm Of life and death The real heroes of humankind Here they come The rebels The revolutionaries The true believers The freedom fighters The peacebuilders The radical thinkers The justice warriors The non-conformists The non-conventionals The Most High God worshipers. Here they come You enrobe yourself With the magnificence of your pride Skillfully branding us as the enemy But what we see Between the heavenly opaque veil It’s the fall of attraction. Your arrogance And your self-aggrandizement Against the Truth Are color-coded keys to your downfall. Here they come Watch what happens You didn’t see it coming.
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Jan 31, 2021
Jan 31, 2021 at 9:16 AM UTC
Death Star
Power of speech I stop squeezing my mind For what happened to me Since I scavenged uninterrupted For my philosophical stone In a deforming mirror I had to look forward to cracking Any astrological luck left On my shoulders Stretching me to the limit Of defying gravity while leaving behind A convoy of scattered stars. What if I could make gold with gold Think like Leonardo Da Vinci Write a  computer code like Tim Berners-Lee?... Altogether I wasn't trying to square the circle Nor invent my own immaculate conception. All I wanted to accomplish is To speak and be heard. A wall between walls whispers To the darkness That my saddlebag of hopes Has been lost regretfully Last autumn in the stream of an unsuspected wind. Let's get this clear Once and for all I may not have any hope to talk about, Don't  expect  me to shut up until I die with my mouth full of words.
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Jan 31, 2021
Jan 31, 2021 at 9:07 AM UTC
Power of Speech