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preston Sep 2020

Aw ****,  another apology
for what it is she hasn't done
there's a coat,  wore
a done, done--

one,  never to be undone

And she'll wear it, yet can't share-it
but with something like this
it can't be helped
but, to share it

It is every where.

They say they care
so why in the ****  are you  pulling
out all your hair.
Maybe they just don't care
about anything
but what it is  you'll wear

so they don't have to.


#familylife


She scratches a letter
into a wall made of stone
Maybe someday
another child
won't have to  feel  as alone
as she does
It's been two years
and counting
since they put her in this place
She's been diagnosed

by some stupid ****
And mommy agrees.
Why go home?
Why go home?
Why go home?

She seems to be stronger
but what they want her to be,  is weak
She could play pretend
She could join the game, boy

She could be another clone

Why go home, why go home,
why go home, why go home
What you taught me
put me here
don't come visit,  mother..

sting me.
why go home?
https://youtu.be/DvijZuvEiQo
xoxo
Tommy Randell Feb 2020
So, the end came:
Some flew a white flag
Some flew a black
Some stared into a future
With no hope at their back.

All memory was cancelled
Family ties stretched thin
Bullying & cruelty
Gave the vengeful and the wicked
Power over everything

Some went to work as normal
Some knelt programmed to pray
Armies walked the streets
In case anger
Came out to play

Travel was kept to minimum
Holidays were abandoned
Wages were food
Hunger meant obedience
Compliance was demanded

A new Prime Minister
Declared himself
Winner of the pageant
But no-one knew who voted
Or why only one vote counted

The status quo is always that
It's just power-speak
For we know best
If things don't change tomorrow
Then assume we failed the test
Acta Non Verba ... Deeds not Words
Tommy Randell Jan 2020
So, the end came:
Some flew a white flag
Some flew a black
Some stared into a future
With no hope at their back.

All memory was cancelled
Family ties stretched thin
Bullying & cruelty
Gave the vengeful and the wicked
Power over everthing

Some went to work as normal
Some knelt programmed to pray
Armies walked the streets
In case anger
Came out to play

Travel was kept to minimum
Holidays were abandoned
Wages were food
Hunger meant obedience
Compliance was demanded

A new Prime Minister
Declared himself
Winner of the pageant
But no-one knew who voted
Or why only one vote counted

The status quo is always that
It's just power-speak
For we know best
If things don't change tomorrow
Then assume we failed the test
Acta Non Verba ... Deeds not Words
Elicia Hurst Apr 2018
To Jess

She wanted to bury me alive
but i will (not) hand her the shovel
to dig my grave.

She wanted to ignite me
but i will (not) bathe in gasoline
and revel in the incense.

i almost thought i saw heaven
when hell had me at hello,
almost.

But i am flesh and fire,
i am iron and ice.  
Do I burn?

And burn and burn,
reduce her
down to
ashes
and
(if I have to)
light the torch
to My lungs, My bones,
My skin, My blood and My sanity,

Burn and burn and burn until
nothing
is left of
Me
just to cremate her?
(as I yell with shortness of breath,
"sic semper tyrannis!
")

or do i fall
and let her take all?
Feb 2016
M L Soo Nov 2016
Again, they have bloomed
bringing sudden doom
the flowers began to sprout
i-t'was the black ink
which spoiled the drink
that brought the flora about
wispy and wavy
the roots grew so veiny
and pretended to be so tame
Similar to another
more sinister flower
we gave this one a new name
We called it Off-White
because it just wasn't quite
as offensive behind our eyes
and later that night
as they suffered, in fright
our neighbors began to die
What had begun
right before the sun
was the flowers took shape and form
They began to change
into an old vein
of flower we had abhorred
But it was too late
the flowers, with haste
selected their victims at last
and in the morning
right after our yawning,
we still hadn't learned from our past
Perveiz Ali May 2016
In a moment of silence and solitude,
I stand dumfounded in my inner being,
Unable to understand
this life's turmoil.

What to say, what to do?
And above all how to move?
Lost in the labyrinths of my mind.
Oh merciful Lord take pity on us,
Bestow grace, in our hour of entanglements.
Perveiz Ali May 2016
Enthralled

To feel the fresh morning
breeze,
In a desert of simmering heat,
Your smile and fluttering
eyelashes are akin to such.

Calm as the midnight sky,
Showering in a cool spring,
Your soothing voice on the
phone washes over me.

Vastness of open oceans,
Connecting the vast continents,
So too does thoughts of you
Fill my heart ... bridging the
distance.

Rhythmic your walk and sway,
Captivating is your movements,
My thoughts center on the desires you titillate.

Welcome song of opening
flowers,
The alluring notes and scents,
You bring all that to my mind,
Capturing me, I'm enraptured.

Your demeanor excites me to no end,
Exciting and wonderful, your beauty,
For you I am ever ready to serve,
Your love has me fully enthralled.

© Perveiz Ali
Perveiz Ali Apr 2016
Progress?

Past:
The days were ever beautiful,
Golden rays and singing waves,
Soothing were such greetings.
Enthusiasm fed by nature's gifts,
Birds dancing amid bright colors,
Spirits raised into heights aloft.
Cheerfulness embedded in goodwill gestures,
Happy steps among aromatic breezes,
Many smiling and giving greetings.
Encouraging words given freely,
Unselfish acts abounded the streets,
Calm nights bathed in twinkling stars.

Now :
Cursing mornings and frightful rays,
Rising to yet another day of misery,
Slothful and devious conspiracies weaved.
Curtains drawn... scared to open,
What new horrors to behold delayed,
The nights wrongs, no rush to behold.
Morning meal's meager if any at all,
Now out into this cruel reality to forage,
Bracing for what fate will now reveal.
The birds sing of sorrowful tales,
Their melodies seem sad and bleary,
Merchants washing fronts..is that blood?
Checking faces to see if any is missing,
Heads shaking hearts pumping in fear,
What next will be the news? Paradise hijacked.

© Perveiz Ali
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