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 Aug 16 Dissident
anonymous
a whisper
a roar
i create
i destroy
a ripple in a river
a rushing tsunami
i laugh
i cry
a flickering candle
a forest fire blaze
i am dead
i am alive
i
am
real?
 Aug 16 Dissident
Jill
Stupidly genius, moronic and shrewd people eat their fast food on fine China
Failing is vertical, errors are slander
Their gross insults impacting easy digestion
Hyperbole falsehood messiah

Piercingly silent and ardently soft people keep their opinions on fences
Insults are weaponry not to be yielded
Their platitudes cradling fragile personas
Perversely destructive defences

Classically learned and bookishly rich people carry their privilege with kindness
Science is built with colonial scaffolds
Their method constraining all true innovation
Parochial qualified blindness

Shockingly worthy and recklessly small people polish their boots with lead solder
Gravity holding them grounded and upright
Their bootlaces impacting aerodynamics
Inferior sturdy upholder

Gallantly serving and fearlessly trained people douse the political embers
Fire escape blocked with hobnails and lumber
Their pickaxes caught in the thick poison ivy
Nugatory self-rule defenders

The silent, the learned, the worthy, the trained people trade voyeurism for vision
Hologram values are no longer trump cards
Their gazes averted from hate-dripping sophists
Integrity first coalition
©2024
Does your secret life
define you
An image
not portrayed
Brush strokes darkened
pigments dyed
Your life force
oft betrayed  

Do the secrets
keep you prisoner
Are the bars
each choice you make
The key to freedom
lost and gone
Alone with your
— mistakes

(Dreamsleep: July, 2024)
La Rivière de Cassis roule ignorée
En des vaux étranges :
La voix de cent corbeaux l'accompagne, vraie
Et bonne voix d'anges :
Avec les grands mouvements des sapinaies
Quand plusieurs vents plongent.

Tout roule avec des mystères révoltants
De campagnes d'anciens temps ;
De donjons visités, de parcs importants :
C'est en ces bords qu'on entend
Les passions mortes des chevaliers errants :
Mais que salubre est le vent !

Que le piéton regarde à ces claires-voies :
Il ira plus courageux.
Soldats des forêts que le Seigneur envoie,
Chers corbeaux délicieux !
Faites fuir d'ici le paysan matois
Qui trinqué d'un moignon vieux.
Dormant as the sun when moonlight clothes the night
brilliant as stars of heaven clipped with diadem delight
Divine in nature one with beings, known beyond compare
you are eternal and immutable, in a natural world of air .

— The End —