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I saw you standing by the door
as I swayed and rocked on the dance floor.
The music was familiar, I could follow
the rhythm, the melody;
it seemed to be the missing part of me--
my unspoken sorrow, and sexuality.

You seemed immature. I didn’t try to understand
what you were saying. Your offered hand,
I rejected.  
I thought you were adolescent, smirky
trying to shock, pretending to be *****.
It didn’t make me feel like being flirty.
In fact, you reminded me
of everything I despised.
I couldn’t see the pain in your eyes
or peel away the lies
to hear the truth that you were saying.

A few decades later, here we are.
I’ve now found myself hitched to your star.
Do I now understand who you are–
or did you change--
older, wiser, the pretense gone?

I”m so sorry to arrive at this party so late.
Forgive me–
I was blind,
I was deaf,
I needed someone to hate.
My love, my guiding light,
shield me from the horrors
of this mortal world's blight--
the sorrow, and the pain,
and blood running into rivers
like rain.
I close my eyes and curse my sight.
But as I turn to you, your image
blocks out the deepening night.
I imagine your hand, your fingers touching mine
(though you will never be mine). With you,
I am home. I walk through the night
to where it is always day; I shall never be alone.
 Nov 2023 ConnectHook
Orpheus
I'm a dead person living in shambles,
The ever so tempting urge to disappear,
Is beckoning me from the corridor,
Smelling of easy success.
It's lips like candied cotton,
Eyes of care and warmth,
It's whispers all I've ever wanted to hear,
And promises me that I, too, can dream,
Regardless, it will follow me.
Allah pom pom club, pyramid formed, with Vishnu, his partner, in the peace after the riot; no Mohammed not now, the meteor is wearing thin; look its Buddha with a special message.

Blah, blah, blah, man cannot live on common grace alone. So, here, comes reprobate, to write another religion.

In the seventh hour of the seventh day in the seventh month, when the moon is three fourths full. There you will see the prophet - man, once again in the tree of knowledge. Serpent slither to another ear and say the fruit of their iniquity.

Give,
take,
make
haste
while
another
is
or is not
the gist
or
jest.

Naked in the wilderness they form
a ****** ****, of eaten flesh, pondering the wisdom of the world. You know that place, the one where man goes to die.

© S. Wesley Mcgranor
2/29/18
https://slife.org/cult-of-the-supreme-being/
Compelled to sin

by obligation

on the cross of the baphomet

where flesh is offered

as sacrifice

to their lord Satan

guiding them

to hell on earth

while having you

hope

for judgement to hell

or rapture

as i reach for the Cross

aiming for the heart of the vampire

and

brain of the zombie…

Have your way upon the world—****** man.

1/1/10
https://www.bible.ca/auto-antichrist.htm
Build me a better nation
from Jeffersonian democracy ~ not where's Waldo.

As the Masonic
pillage another
grave
of dead monarchs.

Borders of another nation~state,
invaded for the freedom of another nation~state.
Another sovereign nation
for another sovereign nation
and their mutual cause. 
Freeing its presidents, parliament, citizens.
{At least they have a state church}.

© S. Wesley Mcgranor
February 28 2022
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_Ukrainian_rulers
Run... run while you can
before the envelopment entraps you
encapsulating escape with leaden clouds
skies darkened by searing missiles
unburdening caches waiting
for the stirring of conflict
so easy to hijack
as hatred
screams
loudest
drowning
out the pleas
of nursing mothers
as children's faces fend off
old feuds and avarice of arms dealers
sparked by grief over the slaughter and scarring of children and families due to avarice of war
I still remember
the night of the living dead
a tempestuous night
when we should’ve stayed inside
the weight of “beloved” stones up on our heads

I heard stories about
vengeful deceased
coming back to life
but if we’re full of hatred
why are we laying side by side?

I buried you
you buried me
but now we are just deteriorating
rotting flesh wandering around
when we should’ve rested in peace
hmmmm I was supposed to post this on halloween, sorry
Just take a good look at me;
My frame is attractive!
It does the unsated
appetite of the chauvinist
fuel.
My curves and your fantasies
are mutually inclusive!
Without them, dreams
are truncated.
But I am an *******
symbol.
The self opinionated chauvinist
designs me in his sub-conscious
to serve and be utterly subservient.
I am incarcerated as a chef,
and timeless baby sitter.
A baby machine for a
patriarchal dynasty.
My education is a threat to chauvinist ego.
My ignorance hones his misogynist confidence,
whilst my erudite head
retards his self esteem and worth.
The illiterate ******* symbol is his
ideal and virtuous woman.
The smarter and more professional
is the age-old Jezebel.
My chastity and virginity
are twin virtues of a
mutilated genitalia.
My restrained *** urges are
designed for his unrestrained
proclivities and gratification.
I must be restrained,
for him to be unrestrained,
because, share him I must
with two or three others of
my kind.
But take another good look at me,
and see a versatile womb-man!
Translate each prejudice of yours'
and see my remarkable antonyms.
Oppression of women
Bombs go off in Gaza,
and here on the east coast,
the friendships I have nurtured for several years
are blown away in the air like ashes…

The earth is nebulated in a nightmare
flames of despair and anger,
consume the oxygen of hope…
And now, depleted,
my heart sunk in mourning,
I am thinking of words that I will say to my son
so that he can continue to believe
in the good of people.

Arshia.
12.10.23
#middleeastconflict #war #israelpalestineconflict
12.10.23
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