#carnage
I oft wonder about thee
the flame that once shone bright
into mine life
Have thou been extinguished
by all the lies
spread by deviance for all to behold
Or have thy flourished
using deceit and manipulation
to fuel forward
Nary a thought
as to the carnage you leave behind
in the hearts of others
This I ponder
Andreas Simic©
Jun 17, 2022
Jun 17, 2022 at 7:14 AM UTC
I stole a sheet from the test papers
For my hands are filled
Already with ink
from exhausted pens
Well, that is all I planned to say
But I must keep on this ramble
Only these words feel real
Only they keep me warm
Sun dies gently behind the clouds
And gossips scatter around
Girls in blacks
And yellows and reds
Scarves dyed in greens, browns
And blues
Intricate galaxies stitched
On their swaying tunics
I do not dissolve here
In these beautiful tides
and their slow dance
Not with a carnage stuck in my chest
Not with the bleached dawns
Rising and rising restless
And we’re all fighting, yes, we all are
Why then
Is this field so lonely?
Not a mourning, not a deafening blast
Is heard
A barricade of silence
I wrap around us
Us, I,
The boy
who constantly yells for freedom
And the girl
Who will let him not
Then again, us
I, the two children inside
One weaves a step out of his fingers
Other hops on
Peeps out of my eyes—
“Do they want me yet?”
“No”
“You, then?”
“No”
What then is wanted,
They wonder
But do not say—
It is an ungrateful inquiry
All luxuries they have known in this house
Crowns and swords, dresses, blooms
None kept from either
Why must
Then they want out?
Then the guys pass by
The scarce colours
that fill up their clothes
And hoarse laughs erupting
Their uncovered heads
And princely gaits
I belong there,
No more than here.
Not in flowers, not in bees
Do I blend
Not in capes, nor veils
No weapon I wish to hold,
Not an anklet studded with gold
In the grass, I cross my legs
Far from beetles
Far from wasps—
I watch red ants crawl up my shoes
Crush them, I do,
Casually beneath my fingers
One, then, three and more
Until dusk is silenced
by the night
Not a beetle approaches
Near
I wear the shimmering skin of a wasp
Not a wasp calls
I am skin only
Later,
The black sky comes
And takes us far.
The girl climbs up my spine
And pulls the boy along
They zip me open
And crawl out
Sit next to me, and they sing a song
I am the castle
Who could not help them live
I am the rusty duel
They were born to fight
Yet love me still, they do
And the crescent—
It is a woman nor a man
A crescent it is,
a crescent, stays
And when darkness comes
And eats the world
We join our hands
And build a softer one
But what good—
It is too dark to write now.
The lights flicker like stars
with smoke sickened
They pound in my head, pound and pound.
I hope the ramble
Was worth the theft
Jul 5, 2021
Jul 5, 2021 at 2:17 AM UTC
Today's age
in absolute carnage,
I dupe this reality
so devastatingly plagued,
merely to see your visage.
Your lips, your eyes,
prance freely in the scene,
a flood of tears in mine,
yet I lie still in the spillage.
this false reality so obscene,
I run for my life from him,
but he shall always intervene.
Apr 28, 2021
Apr 28, 2021 at 10:34 AM UTC
From the ashes and dust
We rise again
Bearing the scars of death
As we count our lost
From the bones and graves around
Many have fallen
And the sword is red
We march through the village square
Bearing more corpses
Looking for a place to rest
From the raging sword of the invaders
We seek the face of the gods
Why do we dance on their graves?
Like masquerades in the village square
The kings come from afar
And we take them to the shrine
The invaders helped us built
And none shed a tear…
None raised a wail…
And none grieved
Because it’s not their lost
They said we wail too much
For the lost was small
A tiny drop in the ocean of blood
That has flooded the land
Our contribution was small…yes, small contribution
Or how else could we justify this ceaseless carnage?
So they took more
More women…more children
More boys…more girls
Some pregnant…some suckling
A sacrifice to make up for the rest
We thought our shrine was big enough
To pacify the gods and save their wrath
But we were wrong
Their white regalia is not red enough
The blood is not deep enough for a swim
But why desire blood as one seeks for water in the desert
Oh sword! When will you rest?
The king is coming
Maybe he will see the mountains of graves
And the waiting dead—candidates for mass burial
Maybe he will say it is enough
And the priest can take the blood
And pour on the altar of the gods
So the living can rest
And the land will know peace
And the sword be no more red
May the gods be pacified
This sacrifice is enough
Jan 14, 2021
Jan 14, 2021 at 9:35 PM UTC
A bloodless carnage
bleeds our roots.
The invisible shadow
prowls around.
A morbidity hammers in;
An obsession aches with despair.
Entangled in enigmas, dreams shudder;
A helplessness mocks the inertia.
An awkward acceptance creeps in,
But the uneasiness can't escape.
Apr 15, 2020
Apr 15, 2020 at 2:36 PM UTC
Even as holy books do not make you holy,
keeping the law do not make you moral.
But sin shows itself most sinful
making mass murders and most ****** carnage holy.
And lawlessness hides behind the law
sulking and pouting in the White House.
Apr 23, 2019
Apr 23, 2019 at 12:04 AM UTC
I need to know exactly
What’s the worst thing that could happen
If you prep for everything like its a war,
You should be safe
What is the worst thing that’s ever happened to you
What is the worst thing you’ve ever done
I don’t want to make this morbid
But would you rather see your friends headless body
Or their head on a stick
Dec 20, 2018
Dec 20, 2018 at 5:48 PM UTC
meanwhile, at the capital...
streets lined with
mattresses like
piles of flesh
trees above
that shudder
like a final breath
a branch of cherry blossom
like baby pink fingertips
of limp forearms dangling off
edges of crinkled white mattresses,
a flower
Aug 21, 2018
Aug 21, 2018 at 8:07 PM UTC
Cruelty and savagery explodes upon our streets
violence multiplies in every part of society
nobodies safe in the urban jungle or their homes
promises to cure the soaring carnage has failed
deaths go on as the young rule many no go areas
where is the law and order to protect the people
why are the taxpayers pockets endlessly drained
there is still too much ground left blood stained!
Emergency services being attacked on their call outs
hospital staff assaulted in Britain's A and E units
trying to help all the thousands of drunken revellers
as those giving support are being put under pressure
decision makers seem to live in a different dimension
as their statistics down play just what is happening
out in the harsh concrete and tarmac jungle no control
if gangs and criminals power grows evil will take its toll!
Law and order has been dissipated society breaks down
as with official bureaucracy we all shall drown!
This could apply to anywhere on our overburdened earth!
TheFoureyedPoet.
May 2, 2017
May 2, 2017 at 12:00 PM UTC
I am the carnage
dripping with emoluments
reeking of duplicity
occupier of cities
torturer of insurgents
ruler by decree of tweets
A grand vision of myself
is forever fixed
in my mind’s eye
I am the zeitgeist
my murmuration
reverberates
through every
media channel
dazzling the
dizzy digerati
diligently tweeting
my precious
prescient
predilections
I descended from
my gilded 5th Ave tower
conveyed by a downward escalator
to save the common mass
from devastation and destruction
sweeping across
magnificent porticos
making grand entrances
through marine guarded gates
the glint of a rising sun
highlights the halo
of my golden coiff
and the fortitude of
my deep red power tie
I survey the global landscape
that fellow elites and I
have assiduously crafted
to loot unfathomable wealth
to indulge our idiosyncratic whims
The perpetual war
Toppled soverns
The viral terrors
The blighted cities
Ineffectual schools
Strangling bureaucracies
Egregious taxation
Omnipotent corporations
Offshored industries
Meager wages
Balooning wealth gap
Industrial stasis
Imminent domaine
Deteriorating health
Withering private life
Fractured families
Ubiquitous addictions
Disempowerment
Disenfranchisement
Stultifying work
Environmental degradation
Consuming violence
Government spying
Police State repression
All was created by me
For the benefit of me
I alone can fix the carnage
I and like minded confederates
so cleverly created for our sole benefit
I understand the peril of
The Forgotten Man
He is under siege
Hiding in the bowels
Of violent cities
He is foreclosed in
Shuttering suburbia
He is lost in the changing
Ethnicity of our homeland
He's been abandoned
By the perpetually elected
Politicians beholden to the
Monied interests
He is set adrift
To wander among
the tombstones
Of a dying America
We are under siege
By Illegals stealing jobs
Victimized by their crime sprees
They live off the public dole
They undermine America
aided and abetted by the liberals
Who like the terrorists
Are waiting to pounce
with blood dripping fangs
to further their
UnAmerican agenda
I am the corruptor
I bought the politicians
Skidded the regulations
evaded taxes
cut corners
pushed every
envelop to
advance the
cause of me
-the devoted profiteer-
the dissolution
of Atlantic City
is the hallmark
of my handiwork
I gorged myself
at the public troughs
Reaping tax abatements
my skilled hand
always extracting
concessions and coinage
from the public purse
a clever businessman indeed
I am the art of the deal
the bankrupter of businesses
prince of crooked commerce
Defaulter on debts
Whelsher on payments
to workers for service due
I am the darling of the
double dealing derring-do
I am drawn to the beautiful
I am enamoured with me
My favorite pastime,
Watching Celebrity
Apprentice reruns
-the highest rated show
of all time… (a curious alt fact)-
more people attended and
watched my inaugural address
then any other president
throughout history….
PERIOD!
I have a proud collection
of trophy wives ….
the purpose of my family
is to affirm and flatter me
I agree with Howard Stern
that Ivanka is a piece of ***
I wish I could date her
As I walk the fantastic
performance stages of my life
I am radically entitled
to gleefully grab *****
insult disgusting subordinates
castigate uppity females
like Rosie and Megyn
while remaining
a titillated ******
visiting teenage
beauty pageant
dressing rooms
I am a committed
serial adulterer
that staunchly upholds
the sanctity of family values
I made my fortune
Extracting rent
trafficking in vice...
gambling and circuses
For the masses
These are my specialties
and I ***** my name
to all licensees
willing to pay me
to brand any
faux luxerient
I alone can fix the carnage
I and like minded confederates
so cleverly created
for our personal benefit
Tax me with requests
for insights to whom
I am and with whom
I do business
I will offer nothing but
the impenetrable
opaqueness
Look into the mirror
Every base impulse
Every fear, prejudice
Resent you discover
You will find me
I am settled into
every ****** crag
Every worry line
searing your brow
Skillfully plained by me
I am a paradox
wrapped in the
enigma of self
aggrandizing deals
I am the
daring deconstructor
of public schools
Rent seeking
holy privatization
will enrich fellow elites
together we shall
gleefully grease the slide
of the dumb down ride
abhorring facts
ideology, opinions
and optics rule
I cultivate a
suspicion of science
Preferring the superiority
of suspicion in service to
A bloated gut feel
as the ultimate arbiter of
The course to pursue
I pledge allegiance
to the ruthless exploitation
Of Mother Earth
Like a juggernaut
I will roll over the
Standing Rock Protectors
And any opposition
to the extraction
And distribution
of fossil fuels
I'll Frack
the republic to pieces
Direct my armies
To conquest oil rich nations
to quench my insatiable thirst
For the fuel of all capitalist tools
health care is not
a universal right
I care only for
The health of my own
and the welfare of
the privileged few
I promise to *******
Many with my Trumpcare
I am the defiler
of sanctuary cities
Disruption is my pleasure
the route of humanity
Tramping through
this burning world
Is welcomed to my hell
I distrust unity
I slice through cohesion
At ribbon cutting ceremonies
I drain The Swamp
And fill it with quicksand
I Enable anger
It's a sign of manliness
I collaborate with
a rising Confederacy
The Altright promises
To undermine the Union
With assault and battery…
My pout crowns
a cunning heart
My scowl is
the router of joy
Purple bunting
Perpetually hangs
On my heart
The blue line
Is not blue enough
the lawless half
Must be cowed
Into submission
I vow to scrub
The institutional memory
Of the Federal system
and all democratic tradition
I exalt the fantasies
Of the forgotten man
I will fill his long memory
With fables of his foibles
And litanies of my
next great conquest
My Scepter of deception
Anoint the fictions of me
Attesting to my greatness
My craft is vanity
Putin is my model
I empathize with
How he deals with
dishonest journalists
I am empowered by the
Apartheid of Zion
I too am a builder of walls
Celebrant of separatism
Suspicious of the other
I burn the bridges
Severing all connections to them
Duplicity is our new national religion
My thumbs are bloodied by furtive tweets
My mind is pinched by anguish
The weight of myself
Strides across our
denigrated landscape
like Goya's Colossus
I am the carnage
Music; Led Zeppelin
When the Levee Breaks
Lavallette
1/29/17
jbm
Feb 9, 2017
Feb 9, 2017 at 1:19 PM UTC
gulls cawed, so loud their calls
echoed off the cliffs behind us, a ghost flock answering,
though not shrill enough to rouse us
they flew crisscross patterns
and dove into the surf, but not one landed
on the carrion strewn across the sands
not like the vultures of my youth,
ravenous black hawks that began their devouring
at the first scent of death, or a moment before
no, these creatures merely called
to one another, a curious conversing
about the carnage below
perhaps their strange song
our dirge, as they swooped to and fro, wings
slicing currents carrying our souls
Omaha Beach, June 6, 1944
Sep 25, 2016
Sep 25, 2016 at 11:45 AM UTC
Killer since childhood, wicked since birth
An alien in my own skin
Prisoner kept in a filthy cage
Rotting in a cell within
But then salvation came at last
In a suit of sentient slime
Devastation like a nuclear blast
And now it is my time
Demon God... to me you belong
I am strong... with the power of Chthon....
Don't go making deals with demons
If you're unprepared to pay
The Price
is always human life...
With no hope of escape
Dont you see?
Nobody can trick me
You should have just stayed away
cuz Now you're toying with the power of hell
And The Devil himself wants to play
Drunk on power and high on life, as the prophecy foretold
Your psychopathy and mine entwined
With the might of the Darkhold
Set off on a gruesome course
In blood I'll find my fame
The world will know through use of force
That Carnage is my name
**** of the earth and bane of the stars
Society made me decay behind bars
Until, what dark sorcery be this?
Symbiotic Synthesis
Savior of the Reptile Cult
Every fight is a full-scale assault
Black Magic Grimoire, Messiah of War
I am the reaper of souls
Jul 4, 2016
Jul 4, 2016 at 4:18 PM UTC
Some call it evil,
I call it natural: the wolf's ****** paw,
when all is silent, like memory,
at the carnage.
Forget aught else—
conundrums as feeble as
the limpid light through
the canopy, absorbed
in the wolf's terrible, black bite.
May 2, 2015
May 2, 2015 at 1:29 AM UTC
I really think
that it is just a sin.
That when there is trouble
The Big Boys join in.
They all come across
saying that they'll make a change
and then somebodys World
they will then rearange.
The US and Russia
along with us Brits
don't want it that way
so we blow it to bits.
We give guns to him,
supply arms to another.
Then we sit back and watch
as Brother kills Brother.
Who are we to guide?
Who are we to preach.
When we cling on to their assets
like a blood ******* leach.
We should leave others alone
till our own house is done,
yet we watch as our schools
become run by the gun.
Where now it's the norm
to be shot as we learn,
just as long as big commerce
is able to earn.
Those who should know better
don't know how to behave
Happy to see
another Child in a Grave.
So you Big Boys go elsewhere
because it's well known
that if you come to play
you come armed with a Drone.
While you're sitting back
comfy in your armchair.
You can relentlessly ****
from a place that's not there.
Then when you pull the plug
and remove your devices
we are faced with a problem
of people making bad choices.
We have made problems worse!
We have let people down
and when we get a world crisis
we'll react with a frown.
We don't want them here.
They cannot go there.
A whole host of humanity
who is welcome Nowhere.
We created this problem!
We created this way.
So in the future
keep The Big Boys away.
Oct 3, 2015
Oct 3, 2015 at 1:56 PM UTC