And all before you I stood uncertain
Descended between us, an iron curtain
With lips sewn silent, thoughts rendered null
With doused animosities in smoldering ashes

I forced you a smile, transparent deceit
You returned the favor with akin reluctance
Where were you, when these thoughts were ripe?
Our fruit has decayed and shed new seeds

I repress my childish curiosity,
And donned the indifference of maturity
But who are you? I know your name and face
Who are you, the stranger staring you down?
With eyes beneath a guarded glaze
In oblivion to every memory,
We stare at eachother in silence

We were the ones,
Self-chosen ones,
And we had seen enough.
And we had heard enough
To be tired of the drama;
The games that our mamas
And our Papas played
The plans they laid
That so often did not work.
The pensions and the perks
That so often left them bitter
Mumbling curses about quitters
As they argued over parking spaces
And carefully averted their faces
When people were denied rights
Because they were not white
Or sometimes because Jews
And non-whites could not be
Members of their sororities
And country club amenities.

They demanded no dark skin
And objected to what we dressed in
And wanted us to cut our hair
And go find a decent job somewhere
To start an acceptable career
And get a decent nine to five
To work as long as we were alive.
We knew they were trying to protect
To drive us to the life they projected
That would help us get a salary
And develop the kind of misery
And sense of hopelessness;
The exact kind of mess
They were living
And they weren’t forgiving
When we rebelled and fought
And shunned the trinkets they bought
That they thought would tempt us
To buckle on the harness;
The long-term promise.

We rejected the temptation
To join the workaday nation
And get into the drinking
Nine-to-five way of thinking.
We swapped the whiskey
For something they found risky.
We smoked our marijuana
And talked about nirvana
In our love-beads and batik
We left family homes to seek
And ultimately to find friends
Who wanted the same ends
And would work with us,
And they would walk with us
To the love-ins and protests
And help us pen requests
For marches and gatherings
To demonstrate our misgivings
About who got what
And who did not
And how and when
And which were not seen as men.
But we saw poorly disguised slaves
We knew we wanted to save.

We were going to fix the world
So, we waded into insults hurled
And high-powered fire hoses.
They broke our arms and noses
And trod on our signs
And drew a line
Between us and the public.
We were criminals and suspects
In crimes they invented;
We patchouli oil scented
Hippies wearing Birkenstocks
Without any socks
And jeans with protest patches
Singing our snatches of songs
Like “We Shall Overcome Someday”.
They couldn’t hear a word we would say.
They just cursed us and objected
And made sure we were subjected
To as much stonewalling as the law
Could put up against us all.

We were going to fix the world,
And we got LBJ on our side, like Jack
He went on the attack
And changed things for the better
Still not to the letter of the law
But a bit more spirit
Began to exist in it
Because blacks were acknowledged
And could finally go to college
In white schools
Adhering to the rules
The bigots had always ignored.
And unlike before, the police
Actually kept the peace
Unless it involved demonstrations
Against the crimes of our nation
Against another nation
That never attacked us
Never even threatened us.
These protest made us criminals
And that is what the cops thought of us.

Yes, by the time Nixon was going
After everyone began knowing
What a rat he was and because
He got caught, we saw
Him get on the copter and leave
And without a thought to grieve
We wanted our country to cease
Being some kind of insane police
In an Asian country few of us knew.
To stop what they put our troops through
And bring the people back here
So they could end the killing and fear
That our country was generating.
The debating was through
And the country started anew
By ending that situation.
Peace descended on the nation
And we took credit.
We did do some of it.
Then, we quit.

We started small companies
Selling handmade gifts and soaps
Not becoming the dopes
We fought our parents not to be
But more the people we ought to be
Living in hippie enclaves
That turned into yuppie enclaves
And we got fatter.
But that didn’t matter.
We had our memories
And we had our old war stories
Of marching, and protesting
And they were interesting enough
That we lost the will to be tough
And let the objections slide
And hid inside our mini-farms
And ignored when people were harmed
By many of the same atrocities
That fueled our animosities
Just a generation before.
We decided it was not our war
And sat on our hands.
And drifted like the sands.

I lived my half dictionary life before I could
comprehend compulsory compromises.
Collectors arise, disguises and devices beeping,
chastising my blindness.

Gather geography from Afghanistan and Myanmar
graciously growing gold gilded gift horses,
gleefully gloating about floating far away.
My hoof beats above concrete match my heart’s defeat
across borders and mountains
embroidering cardboard cut-outs
calling deserts, decorating front covers.
Exhaling handcrafted letters for my missing half,
half demanding highest caliber commanders and half commanding completion.

Jade jays joyfully lay arrays of bouquets
fragile flowers decay faraway
in jawbones and jail cells.
Begging farewells in a hotel’s lobby
began my hobby,
early morning coffee and carbon copies
concurringly cocky around his dead body.
Gang ciphers for cartels are
Christmas bells hissing at collars,
half dollars embellishing bar crawlers
godfathers hollering at car haulers.

Atrocities across cities attack,
attachable atrophies audibly ambush arthritic anthologies.
Anomalies begin apologies between apostrophes,
advancing autonomy arousing ancient animosities.
All eluding Antarctica,
giant frozen crests, multi-coloured ice
hidden in my illustrations
anxious for my distant half.

Friday cassettes and cigarettes
deliberately making bets following “M”.
Breaking bindings and finding “beta” in alphabet,
may feasibly end in debt.

Dear Mountain hello
I feel bad, I’m sorry
Everyone thinks you are this monster
But I know,
The hikers always make the trail
The mountain has no say
They can’t see the forest for the trees
But I see you mountain for the trail
Our spoken words your trampled ground
Emotion bonds for twists and turns
Our animosities propel your summit further out of reach
“It must be cold on all that ice up top, hu?”
I know your top is frigid warm
Like I said, I sorry. They don’t get you

The mirth crease on my face,
Are the traces of scoff,
Laced in my heart,
The oath I swore,
I hold with pride,
And the throne;I shall surely ascend,

For in their minds are nefarious surmise,
Bequeathed by their fathers,
As an epitome of my exactitude,
And in the reverence of their supposed lore,
"He is powerless"their honored lingo,

"He is powerless"their honored lingo,
The webs I cast,
And crown the ravens on the orbs,
Somersaulting the flamboyance and alluring sciences,
In the follies of their fantasies and lust,
Their souls are clipped with taint claws,
And shooed into my den,

"He is powerless"their honored lingo,
In their temples and synagogues,
Are my dote ravens,
Quoting the collars of their scriptures,
And stalking their honored lingo,
In their desperations for excellence and deliverance,
Their minds and sight,
Are bewitched with elixirs,
To their satiety,
And drove in slavery,

'He is powerless"their honored lingo,
In their moments of quandery,
I hover on the corridors of their thoughts,
And whisper the "B" plans,
Brewing the animosities and cruelties among theirselves,
Carving justification for the aftermath,
But still;"He is powerless"their honored lingo,

Apostrophe'
©Historian E.Lexano

"Remembering the Soviet’s silent sufferings!"

Chechnya, Georgia, Crimea…… Kiev!
There they marauded cruelly combing all  
And souls they severely sought to take like hogs
Souls they fatally fought-these Dmitri dogs
In death jails-a hell more than purgatory’s punishment
They put souls to pleasurably slaughter them all
And a soul at its time they picked and hacked in elated excitement
Severely they severed them these trigger happy Zarkozsky fools

Hunger and starvation their invasion caused!
It is a saying: To suppress small states-hunger and violence cause!
And out of these societies’ desperations, demeaned humans
Will subjugate freely as miserable subjects-slaves to any rule
The soviet sacrificed us to their animosity and brutality
Our children, our parents, our experts-we all fatally fell
Of their gallous guns or cruel squads or unnatural hungers
Humans, hardworking humans became bones-NOTHING!

We did the donkeys’ hard works-indefatigably  
And they ungrateful, kingly collected our all
All our tills tires they unjustly carried away
And all was left in sustainable villages were huge hungers-
Everywhere were war casualties: tension, desperation, mass starvations-
And when angered we couldn’t bottle anymore we staged rebellions
And they cursed us with all sorts of chemicals contaminations

They combated and convicted us with any known brutal cruelties
Innocent infants they injured with their injustices-fatalities  
Little angels they hewed with brutality-others they made all sorts of slaves
They collected us, us resilient and begun murdering our mettle vitalities
Men, all able men they collected, killed and covered in mass graves
Them they carried in transport trains, some they threw away in trenches, in rivers…
Their remains they concealed to deny us a claim of their atrocities and animosities

Babies remained, crying for their dying mummies and daddies
Long after finally they have given up fighting-living
Poor innocent babies, unaware it is death……
It is not death the devil but Dmitri dogs the devils
That has fat fed on their last of defenses-able parents
Times ahead of them were tough if not toughest

The Petrovs’, the Pavlovichs’, the Mirovics,
The Lenin’s, the Stalin’s, the Sarkozsky’s.....
They are animals raised from hells horrible
There not to pamper and foster but to decimate  
Ruthless and cruel they killed without a soul-a heart  
Death is their rite, blood is their eucharist
Mass mortuaries of mutilated bodies are their sophists
Killing is their glorious celebrations-theirs sacred sacrifices

In jail, doors opened and rude were ruthless soldiers’ orders
Chains crinkled on ground as sacrifices lead to little altars
Prisoners were time to time collected and lead in cruel commanders’ commands
And from distances came echoes of targeted bingo bull’s-eye shots
A LOW ROW of shots followed by the silences of squeal of sailed souls and their guilt
If a day or a night-if any able to tell from chained scary dark chambers  
Passed and found you fit-alive, you counted yourself very, very lucky!

It was dark when we escaped from the jaws of our starving starring deaths
Out, the moon shone silvery sweet and bright on these sad ******-white snows
Its silver speckle lights letting lurid luminous sparkling glows
The snow rained with such sadness and bitterness
On our ears it whizzed with fury and ferocity
On our bare skins it bit with brutality and cruelty
On our near naked feet it froze and frosted
We endured, we had to!

Had we managed to rob death of its celebration and elation
A taste of our starved wounded bones-surviving skeletons
We had to struggle to live and hope give, we strived, we had no choice
If we were to be counted heroes of our hopeless humans
Saviours of our suppressed peoples
We had to reach a safe distance and our rural homes
To stage the war from the roots, the stems, the base!

A death in nature by nature is better than one in Dmitri dogs hands
Their deaths were inhumane, their deaths were merciless
They were mocking and shocking-laughing and loathing while killing
A mocking moustache peeking from their elongated mouths smiles
A cigar smoking from their mouth and emitting from their nostrils
A red star labeled soviet beret on their ***** irking hairy heads
They killed you slowly loving and laughing of any strength you gave to live
Until at last you are lost-in the abyss arenas of death, your are done
Such a point you give up, you can’t fight, resist anymore

They chased after us–they pursued us
They were too determined to not let any of us live
But miraculously we lived-we somehow survived
Here in this snowy arena it is a fair ground for everyone-
There is no grandmaster, it is improvisation
Survival only for the willed-fittest
Not how well you were equipped or trained
Though too skills and determination also counted

We trapped them in their own constructed coliseum
A lot of them free-froze and fell in these forgotten fields
Their bones never to reach their of-kin commemorating cemeteries
Nature is JUST! As us, theirs too had to bitterly mourn their nature lost
The never to see graves, reminders of their never returned fighting loved ones
With God’s grace on us, we cheated their beginning to tire authorities
We reached home; we reached the earth’s of our ancestors

And here we gathered to charge back-to seek backups
To restore the lost glory of our nastily punished perishing people
Some we sneaked to safety in case we all perish we have remnants
Backups to tell of us-our sorrowful story-our liberty struggles
To Kiev and its heroes; to Kiev and its strong heroines
To Kiev and its resistant living; To Kiev and its resilient
We gathered to kick back, to tell the world of the evils of the Soviet Satans
To mourn with grace our gone and done in this dehumanizing disgrace!  
O Kiev, her heartless Holodomor; O Crimea, O Georgia…..
The Satanic Soviet infiltration brought you eternal sufferings!

© Kìùra Kabiri. All rights reserved.

There I was, staring from afar,
is it just the night scene that makes my periphery hazy? Or we're on a geomorphological process of meeting an another celestial body; you were standing there, wondrously daydream- like, as that time came unbeknownst to me.

There is a strange familiarity on you
that changes my animosities— a paradigm shift, and all the long way leads to you.

To whom it may concern,

I’m writing this letter with my computer
Because my handwriting is bad
I tried practicing once a week
But it hasn’t improved since
So I’m sorry

I have a plan I want to accomplish and this is my plan:
I’m taking a long train ride to my favorite town
Won’t you come with me?
Bring with you a shovel, make it two
Your enemies, if handy, could come too
And I’ll take with me
All the puzzling premonitions we’ve created,
The faltering echoes of our unintentional words,
The ambiguity we’ve painted on our faces,
The tragedy of our inevitable past,
The underlying cause of our animosities
Let’s bury them all
If we get tired of digging, there’s a river nearby
We can drown them all
Of course under different names
So if someone accidentally finds them,
They will never know it was us.

Everyone has secrets, and this is ours.

Sincerely,
Manganese

These are the days of love with a price tag:
These are the days of affections that won't last;
These are the days when more marraiges collapse:
These are the days when passions fade fast;

These are the days when daugthers curse their mothers:
These are the days when youths despise humble beginnings;
These are the days of "it doesn't matter as long as it trends":
These are the days when immorality is more appealing;

These are the days when open-hearted words might be lies:
These are the days when love for money supersedes all;
These are the days when virginity is no longer a thing of pride:
These are the days when your lover will seek your fall;

These are the days when armunitions are made to invade another's land:
These are the days when those who should protect us becomes our enemies;
These are the days when men in suits are more corrupt than those in prison clothes:
These are the days when the so-called civilised are the ones behind animosities;

These are the days when ******* thrives in the media:
These are the days when the respect of religious leaders is earned by the size of gifts;
These are the days when you must not trust religious and civil laws spoken from the mouth of men:
These are the days when those who claim to pursue peace are actually vicious beasts;

These are the days when using the rod is termed an act of abuse not a means of correction:
These are the days when skin colour and beliefs are a strong deterrent to relating with one another;
These are the days when parents emphatically teach hating others to their children:
These are the days when a dead terrorists is celebrated as a martyr;

These are the days when diseases are created to fund the accounts of a few:
These are the days when men step in as heroes after having created the pain in the first place;
These are the days when leaders sell their people to gain acceptance among powerful cruel men:
These are the days when you should never trust the countenance of your master's face;

But dear reader, no matter how bad these days seems to be,
You and i can choose that to evil, we will not condescend;
Bear in mind that the evils of this world will be on the increase,
As long as there are people who strongly believe that this world will come to an end.

Your softest nature elicits returns
With silver charms and gold tooth smiles,
And your love for fellow mankind burns,
Your existence free of turmoil and trials.
When people defend your ranks and reputes
And are willingly kind when speaking your name,
Your character fine in practice recruits
Alliances forged, animosities tamed.
No fist that is hidden within a velvet glove
Nor sleight or disdain so worthless and shotten,
And all is good and fair in love
And war is ever to be forgotten.

But see how soon your prized elation
Is made to fail and crash to Earth,
From super gliding elevation
To ditch go falling in scathing mirth.
And how you turn like the change of season,
You come, incognito, dark wings furled.
Tempestuous and wild without rhyme or reason,
Caught and lost between two worlds.
What difference in words of you now spoken
When you, your reputation embrown,
Your wings unfurled will soon be broken
And your saintly crown falls
Down
Down
Down

My 3rd eye has seen
All the dimensions
But it was just a glance
Of all the possibilities

Everything’s clean and clear
Nothing to hate nothing to fear

Construct ideas of over joy
Eliminate inner animosities
Along with what you don’t need
Perception is cleaned

Everything’s clean and clear
Pains disappeared pleasure is near

Nobody can’t see me
Everybody is so needy
They can’t we can’t I can’t die

The beauty in the world
Brings energy to me
I’m so grateful
Happy just to be

Everything’s clean and clear
Yes it’s strange yes it’s weird

I know you’ll reject
But you’ll regret
Not looking
Through the glass

There’s no fate
Futures mine
Everything’s clean and clear
Breathing in the sweetest air
Clean and clear

Words flow like water
Brushing past my fingers, quickly
An unobtainable river
But taking the drops from my palms
Dipped in the tide
I shake a precious dew
Hopefully settling
Into some thing,
Some great being of vastness
To drink, drench, quench even,
It's multitude of worries
and curiosities
To flow in like an ocean,
Setting wonders in motion,
And healing animosities

The who, the what
the where, the when
the how it's gonna be
Cause I don't care
about your animosities
I live to love
the truth behind
the lies you have said to me
Cause I don't want
to live in your
make believe reality

I came to end
this dull, emotionless fantasy
I'll revolutionize
your mind so that
you could realize
the way that it should be

I regret to inform you the battle's been lost,
we fought for our cause but could not pay the cost.
the ground is shaking beneath me and children are screaming,
I know this is real, but how I wish I were dreaming.

I managed to hide here, in an old musty den,
and within rubble and debris I found an old pen.
So I write you this verse on the current atrocities,
such inhuman hate filled with cold animosities.

Buildings are crumbling and trees and have been burned,
the world is scorched but the lesson? Not learned.
The end game approaches, the hour so fleeting.
There's nowhere to run. No escape. No retreating.

The smoke billows in and the cannonballs fly,
as fire and brimstone fall from the sky.
I hear angry footsteps approaching the door,
It's not safe here much longer but I must tell you more.

I don't know how this started, but you can surely blame,
the rich, greedy tyrants and their bloodletting game.
The foul stench of flesh, punishing as a curse,
and that's the just the tip of an iceberg far worse.

I wish I could finish, but I'll stop here I think,
as I'm sorry to say I've just run out of ink...

What's the point in loving, when it always turns too sour
When you have found the one you want, attracted by loves power
Love blossoms between two souls, like a new born open flower
Elevating your true feelings, on loves affectionate tower
Love washed away with every storm and every raining shower
Why does it all diminish by the day and even hour by hour?

They always say they love you when everything is new
Way back at the time when both your loves first grew
So very comforting knowing their loves there to turn too
Forever their your life long love there is no other view
They say their loves forever, why does it always go askew?
You can not help who you love what are you supposed to do?

They always seem to tell you that their love is forever?
And your the one they have searched for, no one else no never
With our feelings for each other, love bonding us together
Surviving all life's problems, love always will endeavour
No matter how hard I've tried, love seems to always sever
Without the love that we have. there is nothing whatsoever

Those lost loves maybe gone but they are not forgotten
Pining for those lost times, in my mind so very often
Through times gone by feelings and love they will never soften
Everything then starts to fall, loves sweet fruit turns rotten
Why does Love always turn from silk to fraying broken cotton
Sun's go down on the love we had, our life is misbegotten

There is no need to be like this, if you let me through the door
Without any animosities, love doesn't have to be a chore
Why cant things be the way, like the way they where before?
Things that are lost can be regained I'm hoping there's a cure
It really is not your fault who you have feelings for
Thinking of what should have been and always wanting more

They say your part of their life, when your hearts where both embossed
A shadow of my former self now our hearts are no longer crossed
Heart's frozen in cold feelings, loves shattered in the frost
Sadness pain and heartache, times and feelings tossed
Remembering the good times, those times come at a cost
Because even with the small things, to many loves are lost

Amongst these seething animosities,
There's one amongst these, my favorite anomalie.
I pine for just the thoughts of what I means to breath
But sadly, I have to live in this reality.

Don't stumble when you flee the dark.
Don't wipe your hands as you rip my heart.
Don't cry with my head in your hands.
The tears are more than I can stand

By: Cedric McClester

What’s the fuss?
I hear their guns bust
And they’re killin’ us
So where’s the trust
I can see the hate
But he doesn’t relate
Instead, he calculates
Then seals our fate

Is our level of self-hatred
So deep
That our petty animosities
Won’t keep
And we don’t stop to look
Before we leap
Until predictably our blood
Starts to seep

Is anybody  out there
Listenin’ to me?
It’s a strange kinda
Pathology
That we so
Commonly see
And it doesn’t
Have to be

What’s wrong with us?
It’s hard to say
But it’s been documented
Anyway
If tomorrow is to be
A brighter day
Then it’s up to us to lead the way



Cedric McClester, Copyright (c) 2019.  All rights reserved.

Dreams, fascinating
ambitions, sky-high
thoughts, innovative
nerves, steely
resolve, firm.
'Iron in the soul',
fearless to the core,
empathetic,
compassionate,
loving, caring mind,
his/her precious assets.
Been through
good and bad times
been through hunger and hardships
poised, serene, tranquil
none was there to guide
philosopher, friend and guide
himself/herself.
The blessings in life
husband, wife, children
well-wishers,
fame and defamation
as also personal animosities
all visited later,
but no not to be cowed down
under pressure or blackmailing
all, the boon of Goddess of
words
the boon of sculpting of words
Words ever powerful and mighty
ever
he/she knows for certain
the only companions
throughout, till
the moment of breathing last
will be words, words and words.

i haven't held on to a single memory of you
not a fight or a session of love making
i try to recall the person i loved
what was your laugh like?
what made you cry?
and i can
hardly even picture your face
not a wrinkle or freckle in place
i've forgotten the animosities along with what seemed to be only fantasies
remind me who you are...?
how does that voice sound?
the one that sang along to the melody of my mind
i can't remember the last two years of my life
but i'm sure it will all return
atom by atom
at the most inconvenient moments
such as
during a date with my new love
or during a depressive episode
or when my heart is broken next

I cannot feel guilty for having free will, free thought,
having the right to live, the right to stand my ground,
having the right to speak out about the worlds animosities,
Cause free will and thought, is now just modern atrocities,
Demoralizing, analyzing, patronizing, wake up and see,
the false symbolizing and socializing,

Call me racist, cause I don't agree with the BLM movement,
even thought I stated that I agree with the segment of the movement,
just don't agree with the organization behind it and your own actions,
Okay, you scream Black lives matter, Police brutality and to end Systemic racism,
But only focusing on the police, where the focus upon,
Education system, Work systems, Health care system,
Go ahead and tell me where was the riots,
For the police brutality from 2015 - 2019..
Why was it different to get social media and news coverage for the deaths of,
Michael Brown that kicked off the movement,
What happened to the deaths in 2015, 2016, 2017, 2018, 2019. where was the coverage
then we heard all the names from the victims after Michael,
When it was time for George Floyd to be covered, that just 2020.

Call me homophobic, that am against the LGBTQ Plus Community,
Just cause I don't share the same views or stand in a fight with you,
Against homophobic even if it more towards religion,
Call me homophobic, because you see my views that damning,
yet proving that hatred behaviour works both ways,
It funny that I don't stand and scream "How can I be homophobic",
Am pretty sure that I dated equal amount of men and women,
so why should I hate the whole community, why should I have to hate,
Religion and straights, when you commend everyone the same,
That if you don't stand with our cause, we will ruin your life,
Maybe that I see that it not everyone or all to blame,
That am accepting of free will and free thought,
that am more welcoming to the view and opinions,
even if they hurt or offend,
What happens if we switch the tables,
Cause it so clear that the world is okay to be,
Free thinkers and believe in Free will,
If everyone beliefs and views aligned with everyone else, worldwide,
So here the switch up, Let see shall we....

Look what if that slavery was just white oppression,
That the slave owners were just blacks,
What if that white people were killed by police brutality,
News headline read as " Black cop murders unarmed white guy".
What if that Homosexuality was the new religious,
where most of the gays were the catholic paedophiles,
Come here alter boys and girls, please me, shhh don't tell your mothers or your father's.
What happen if Catholics, Christians, straights, was the full on homosexuality,
and the bible was saying that gay's and bisexual person were always the sinners,
Look maybe the ****'s are not as bad as history tell us,
Maybe the 6 millions Jews just committing suicide,
Even that Jesus will come back and punish all the sinner,
Leaving the true believers, saving half of them, as the winner,
Maybe that Donald Trump was sounding racist,
Maybe that he was just trying his best,
Maybe that Boris Johnson is stupid,
But he the best hope for Britain.