#court
In hell, there is no king—
Satan was exiled, and he built it
—there was no hell before him—
so everybody lets him lead,
some even support him.
And each day, he lets
his minions out,
with one simple order:
"Go, my little minions,
seed chaos and pain,
and come back with my food—
not made from grain,
but from the rights you've
got to take away!"
May 26
May 26, 2026 at 9:26 AM UTC
My life on that day wasn’t black and blue, or the pink on my face;
It was a canvas of white so I could paint the black away.
My life on that day was a million bridges and a million futures I could’ve picked
And I chose words to stumble, and words to fall
Out my mouth, to be stained onto those white clean walls
For those bridges I left at that river I drained, For they were all too clean and safe
So I packed up my bag, which carried my pen
And wrote down the words I knew I never said,
From those words, I built bricks and silver and screws and cement
But the words that I wrote, that I tried to use to play pretend
They were just imaginary
Some people had imaginary friends or monsters to haunt them at night
I had words that crawled and flew and bled out of my eyes
With sickly red, or clear of day
The glass I looked out of was rained on with black or red or white paint
My life on that day was when the words left me alone
The words I thought I was and who I knew I’d become
The house that I’d built as a safe place crumbled around me
My life on that day, I had realized, that it didn’t fall down all at once,
Not quick and erratic
Not all and one
It was the base that had eroded away
Sep 10, 2025
Sep 10, 2025 at 10:28 AM UTC
I know I should be happy, with things given to me of love
But I can’t help it when everything is lost and gone
They’d tell me, At least you held it while it was there,
And if it’s ripped and broken, that it’s not their fault
That they’d warned me that some things cannot be held so tightly
Or it’ll crack, then shatter, and what I carried on a pedestal wasn’t so mighty
These words on the book would smear if I weren’t so careful,
But even accidents happen as the days unfold
A drop of a tear, or a thumb print on the side
Showing the history of where and who I was
What I was doing at the time when our family lost our luck
Or luck would be what we’d call it, as we never cracked the eggshells we walked upon
They’d question me at the alter and tell me to confess
As I’d hold the broken thing that I loved too hard to my chest
To my heart, for it’s empty, and maybe I could fill it
But this glass cuts too deep if I were to try to fit it in there
It’s ice in my hands, it’s burning coals in my mind
It’s a feather to the sky; if I’d set it on a scale, it’d weigh almost nothing
But if I were to swim with it, it’d be an anchor
And when the judge asks me what I have broken,
I’d say I broke the unspoken promise and had stepped out of line
I had cracked the shell that was holding together this family of mine
I hadn’t known that the threads would tangle with my limbs,
As it dangled from the sky
So when I stole a part of the night, and a part of the rest
They’d see in my hands
A broken, glass egg that I couldn’t put back together again.
Sep 10, 2025
Sep 10, 2025 at 10:25 AM UTC
As I kid
My mom would like to me
To her work
At this time was at the Supreme Court
Of Canada
There I was exposed to the legal
Knowledge that I would knew
And claim interest in
Those summers
We're the best summers
Dec 7, 2024
Dec 7, 2024 at 6:17 PM UTC
There I sat throughout the trial,
whilst they sat there in total denial,
sprinkling their seedlings of doubt,
believing the lies he would spout,
throwing out everything I say,
just so they could get their pay,
without a care in the world about who they hurt,
attempting to drag my name through the dirt,
the questions made me so uncomfortable,
with every answer I felt more vulnerable,
objection!
take a look at your reflection,
you're happily defending a man like him,
so that your wallet is a little less slim,
giving no ***** about the future impact,
dismissing it all as lies when really it's a fact,
what would you do if it was your kid?
would you still defend the perpatrtor for a few thousand quid?
despite what I know is extremely true,
at times I find myself questioning it thanks to you,
I was just a child you had no right,
to contribute to the nightmares keeping me up at night,
did you ever see through his lies?
did you ever eventually open your eyes?
deep down did part of you believe me?
but the cheque was something you had to see?
you thought your performance was perfect,
but guess what, it was a unanimous guilty verdict,
and though it was the verdict I wanted,
I'm still reeling at the verision of events that you concocted,
each day in court chipped away pieces of me,
and now it's him who gets to be free,
I'll never forget how you tried to twist my story,
in an attempt to bask in some glory
Nov 21, 2024
Nov 21, 2024 at 5:29 PM UTC
You don’t know?
Are you yet to hear?
The endless well of entertainment,
The Court Jester,
The explorer of the end
Of your limits,
Never breaks, nor is broken.
He gives distraction to the weak,
And to those who lack will,
He grants strength.
Still, he knows well
The fragility of the strong.
Humor not The Jester,
And even the king shall find himself
In pieces,
And the nobles shall
Seamlessly crumble.
But they who humor The Jester
Shall mend their cracks.
They shall mount up upon legs like man before them,
They shall run and not weary,
They shall walk and not faint,
And The Jester shall lose his own balance.
Not that it’s of our concern.
Oct 16, 2024
Oct 16, 2024 at 9:00 AM UTC
The board of their game
is the garden, with servants --
being the pieces.
Jun 23, 2024
Jun 23, 2024 at 3:22 AM UTC
I spent another evening
In one corner of
My mind...
My conscience is
Left bleeding,
And I don't know what I'll find...
My future hangs in balance,
I'm too nervous
To sleep,
But still I keep my chalice,
I fill it and
I drink...
The courthouse is
A palace,
Of justice and of
Peace,
But when I walk inside it
I shake from head
To feet...
I beg the gods I
Don't believe
To grant me just
Some peace...
Please let me enter
Into hell
And walk out
On two feet...
Oh, let me enter into hell
And walk out
On two feet...
Aug 14, 2023
Aug 14, 2023 at 2:56 AM UTC
Y'know the last cat I had wasn't even my cat,
he was the neighbour's cat
Yea! He defected... came over to our house
My neighbours they had a holiday home down the country
and used visit it often on the weekends
So the poor cat would be left behind at home
and he'd get lonely
So he'd come out to us, and he liked us so
much
We used give him a great reception
He'd get so much love and attention, nice
food as well
That he decided to stay with us rather than
go back home
We even bought him one of those nice furry
little cathouse bed type things
Put it out in the garage and he'd sleep there.
But whose cat was he now then, was he ours
or was he still theirs
Did they still have a claim on him
Or was it up to him to choose,
You know it could have caused a
Constitutional Crisis
Could have gone to Court
Who had ownership of the cat
Could have been a real tug of love affair
A bit like that film what's it's name...Kramer
vs Kramer
Luckily the neighbours though they didn't
seem to mind that much.
Of course, the punchline to all this was, one day my Dad was out visiting
my neighbours next door
When who should he see lying there on the sofa looking very contented
and very much at home
Yea! You guessed it.
Are you thinking what I'm thinking
Yea exactly! I bet the cat...our cat the Defector
He was probably a Double Agent all along.
Jan 20, 2023
Jan 20, 2023 at 12:00 PM UTC
mediocrity
be the judge of me
and see if I give a ****
I know how hard I work
I know who I am
can spit in my face
and still call myself a man
Nov 11, 2022
Nov 11, 2022 at 9:39 AM UTC
This to shall pass
leaving it’s impurities
a quag·mire of injustice
on a path of tyr·an·ny
At the counter
I paid my fine
a blessing the judge
didn’t give me any time!
Nov 22, 2021
Nov 22, 2021 at 8:52 AM UTC
Correct me if I'm wrong,
but I'm pretty sure I anthropologized after that dirt came up ,
dug myself a deeper hole,
gotta learn when to shut up,
my feelings fossilized like **** I ****** up,
yea I ***** her - but that was way before we had made up,
that's why I see through you like glass when you lie and say you're not tempered,
cause you're still stained with emotions, even after my fi is sempered,
your words are tinted in the way you throw in shade,
and them ***** cut deep - apologies sharpened the blades,
lost my touch - my tunnels carpeled and feelings fade,
on my last nerve - how much before it can't be saved,
as of late...our interactions have been nothin short of taxin',
taxidermy of it's old self,
and it's a tall order for you to sit down and relax man,
my words massaged more than 40 aches and pains away
and when you felt broken I lent tools,
I listened to every gripe and grievance,
and for your burdens I was your mule,
you were my muse then but now it's far from amusing,
I visit the museum of memories for my amusement,
often make withdrawals from my memory bank from when the fun was mutual,
there was a point and time your words used to paint murals,
now I'm stuck in somewhere, nowhere
lost my courage and my muriel,
Now I'm ruthless as eustace,
after my efforts proved to be useless,
im used to this, I use this - pen to write my wrongs, then I put it in a song,
I fell weak , at first strong,
This plight is too long,
my heart breaks constantly for your constant needs,
and subconsciously I know you not the break my conscious needs,
still can be my trinity but now I'm feelin more (like) Constantine,
let's fulfill the prophecy your the fishburne to my Keanu Reeves,
you play hard ball so there's no need to draft replacements,
always find myself running back - I'm Emmitt Smith if you Troy Aikman,
I'm Liam Neeson and you the reason my heart is taken,
I need amnesia these memories I see are forsaken,
This is all new to me , maybe cause im used to you,
can't do much these days without reminders of what we used to do,
maybe I should let it be a bygone how you python,
but I'd shed skin before I shed tears,
And if our conclusion is forgone,
thats one of my worst fears,
you remind of that song I can't remember.
or that place that I've never been to.
that movie I never seen.
or that experience I've never been through, they say 7 days without prayer can make one weak,
everyday you're not there I get less sleep,
I propose a writ of habeas corpus,
For the miscellaneous corpses that lie in her wake,
My thoughts are both heinous & cautious,
still my candidate for this caucus,
for heaven sake..
Jan 22, 2021
Jan 22, 2021 at 10:33 PM UTC
Your honor,
My opening statement is as simple as this,
Because of her/
A lot of these problems exist,
Because I'm hurt/
I have these bandaids on my wrists,
Because of her/
I'm here requesting from you this writ,
....
I'm accusing the defendant of mental Incontinence,
Now Please be warned/
She is more than mentally competent,
She believes her words are to go without consequence,
Then has the gaul to think she deserves compliments,
I mean I'm sure there's a reason for this verbal diarrhea,
Some irreversible treason diva persona supersedes her,
Known to do the most/
While sayin the least,
My heart is the house/
She stopped paying her lease,
Karma's almost as scary , dreary, and tricky as guilt,
How she stopped paying the taxes on the house that we built,
How she just machine wash memories made outta silk,
Just stopped watering her feelings/ causing them to decay and wilt,
Got this heart on my sleeves/
Gotta fill this empty CHAMBER man,
Cause if you tryin to make magic/
Gotta make some major changes man,
These mental blocks so emphatic/
R.I.P Craig sager man,
But its loose ball fouls when I dive to save our plans,
Spent way to much time buildin fences, I'm defenseless,
But still I get defensive,
Payin you attention gets expensive,
I need some time to clear my head/
I may need an extension,
On second thought/
I'm gettin sick of blockin my ascension,
So I'm sueing you for custody of my heart,
I knew you liked to play games/
Knew that from the start,
But when a ***** played too/
You never laughed at that part,
Your body was a masterpiece/
but your mind was the art,
I ****** hate you/
But I loved our conversations,
Kinda how I hate school/
But I love my education,
Now I'm trying to make moves/
That boost my concentration,
cause I cant take losin/
And you're suess when it comes to complication,
Of our useless fights/
I can make a compilation,
Preferred the premium *****
That prize is the consolation,
Jus when things are lookin up/
I'm in bed with the constellations,
Now I keep **** to myself/
Purposeful constipation,
I told her hit me with your best shot/
Now I'm feelin vaccinated,
Tried to tell her stay woke/
And now she still decaffeinated,
Now I'm Standing in the doorway/
Leonardo decapitated,
Little did I know/
Twas your name on the affidavit,
Tryin fix new problems/
With methods that's outdated,
Feelins crept down the stairs/
Before they escalated,
Well **** it I'd rather slide/
No fun in the playground full of mood swings,
Felt like we hit the rock wall/
I cant stand the way you do things,
Mastered the art of storytelling/
She was the kubo to my two strings,
Now your carelessness/
can only lead to two things,
Times as hard as a brick clock/
And lies that get you tied up like shoe strings....©️
Jan 22, 2021
Jan 22, 2021 at 11:48 AM UTC
Between judging the good and the dead,
I lose myself in the cacophony of lies, made my men,
Amid the hustling and jostling of interests, lies and deceit
I scream!
my voice is muffled by a black cloth,
which covered eyes of Themis, now unfurled, tied my voice,
So, none can hear, my cries,
I am a man, I have a spirit, my bliss cannot live in lies and deceit!
I lose myself, split of a second,
A place where I find solace for my heart,
Split second of servitude for God,
And that is enough! To lead me away from temptations!
I look at men in blood, fresh, for petty wealth, and I see God!
I look at black coats, standing for Good and evil for wealth, and I see God!
Who am I to judge?
I see and witness unfurling of time, and my mind rests at His foot!
For all is lights and shadow!
I am at peace, being a witness of His work.
Om Tat Sat!
© Saurya 7th Jan 21
Jan 7, 2021
Jan 7, 2021 at 1:47 AM UTC
210 ***** i had to hit across to say that i'm done sweating in this court.
21 more weeks and i'll be able to court you again personally and this time, i'll make sure we'll both stay.
2 of us, we'll be together till the end.
Jun 22, 2020
Jun 22, 2020 at 9:50 PM UTC
dearly beloved
Kagan only
to brighten
robe in
La Jolla
with Saint
Mark there
on the
Square when
Harlem was
despair yet
Georgetown there
made this
legal parade
mirrored in
this Fall
of 2020
Jun 18, 2020
Jun 18, 2020 at 12:48 PM UTC
The prosecution rests, Your Honor.
Feb 8, 2020
Feb 8, 2020 at 11:54 AM UTC
“Sunrise used the night's darkness
and massacred the stars in front of their mother's eyes (moon)
The court of the galaxy has sentenced him to death
You can watch the execution at sunset time.”
————————————————————
Sunset used the dusk’s dark, burnt orange
& beautiful breeze
to distract, and cloud
the court of her deceitful deeds
But a new dawn will rise
and the sun will shine a crisp, clear, blue truth through the clouds
and the morning’s mist...
Case dismissed!!👩⚖️⚖️👨⚖️
Feb 2, 2020
Feb 2, 2020 at 6:37 PM UTC
Please be seated
I will be speaking my opinion
Into the record:
......................
It is hereby order
You shall...
1. Get in line
2. Do as you're told
3. Walk strait
4. Follow the rules
6. Don't make waves
Warning
The breaking of any of these rules
Will free your mind and your soul too!
P.S
Rule 5. Never gets followed anyways!
Dec 8, 2019
Dec 8, 2019 at 2:23 PM UTC
Your thinking makes your life good or bad
It can mould from simple to
complicated one
Likewise your deeds are your own actions
Which can save you if it is good
And will be rewarded if is best
But if it is bad here is no escape and no excuse
Just be ready to accept the consequences of your deeds
God is a healer if you are pure
But can be a burner if you are a liar
So always think twice or thrice before doing anything
Because you will suffer definitely for doing wrong thing
Especially because God made each of us unique and precious
And thus this court is considered the best one
Which makes the justice most unbiased.
Nov 16, 2019
Nov 16, 2019 at 10:18 PM UTC
If there are wonders of worlds unknown it wouldn’t be found in this missive. All ingenuity and innovation of tenders and obscure precarious peasants in town are forgotten. A tailor-made war machine ingenious to no purpose, but disassembling of pragmatic purpose driven people by torts in similitude to lay-flat bacon with no flavor. Style was not the first itinerary as well, as reason and intellection more likely found slung out a window in the dark grey burdensome MOCO morning clouds to dry than the vestige of its unrecognizable token. At the day of the making of the great ingenious monstrosity of marvel the crown and the crowd were all in awe, awhile the people gathered in the halls giving pittance and lamenting what they saw. They were counted with their many items that they made not similar to the machine that they stood in obeisance for.
October 28th broke darkness to a drab MOCO morning as brilliant light gives way to long pale grey cloudy skies of foreboding obstruction. What has come to pass fills the streets with unfriendly noises. Obnoxious street sounds of trucks and rude commuters in the morning melting *** of the county seat steered a drab venture for the driven. For some, the events of the day couldn’t come too soon. A sober male erected himself in an uncomfortable bed, eyes raptured into a day fore lorn by prophets of paisley drapes and trinkets once despised. Little left to vacillate upon he strikes his life for the fare he will need for the day without a meal and those owed are far greater than he can afford to pay. He deserves far worse. He makes his early drink in one thousand ways and questions the preliminaries that compulsory routine has degraded to utilitarianism as he is burdened by health of the sort the homeless are afflicted.
Sitting undisturbed, busy rifling through an ordinance of papers, the judge peered out over his bench checking occasionally to appear meticulous and still aware of off-guard court officers and clerks. It’s a wonder how influential the long satin Khaki painted walls aligned with disheveled faces of the father’s of the 9th District were in forming his disposition. It might not be obvious by the look of his sparse schlocky beard or furry eyebrows but, his portrait was as predestined as the grain on the gurney he rode in on. A paladin in white, a fury fine form, ready to leave his post modern imprint in-line with the greats. This wasn’t what he loved to do; this was what he was born for.
The tight soldier-course front-line of blue and teal is disrupted by our pocky pitched Siren dousing more among the brown of cross wood than the grain that red oak can display. Cordial banter in the echoes of the hall were far off despite the close good mornings and whimsical felicitations exchanged wittily without regard to fairness. Framed words are hard to come by in the sentence seat of the unjust. The fake philanthropic mating calls our Siren sounds before the wind are so grotesque in full sight they are only left for a sailors burial song or dirges in the dark by wearisome travelers and laborers neglecting the fear of their next day as they did the day before. Singing is a requirement in the back minds of the proud. of the proud.
Oct 29, 2019
Oct 29, 2019 at 10:52 PM UTC