The ravels in my sleeve of care
Grow longer every night-
Especially in the morning
When I struggle back to sleep
From waking up too early

Only to be bushwhacked
By brigades of unsolved problems,
Battalions of frustration
And whole Armies of defeatment
Marching out to meet me.

While you’re asleep your secret mind
Is solving all the puzzles
That unhinge the hours when you’re awake
And dodging slings and arrows.
That is the scholar’s promise.

That is what the con men say
In psychiatric clinics
Where they write the books
Explaining what it means to fly
And why we never land when falling.

Sleep refreshes and renews-
At least that is the theory.
It’s not supposed to wear you out
And beat you down while dreaming
Out the scripts you didn’t write.

When the raveling is complete
And both my sleeves have come undone
Will I dream of flowered fields
And happy times, successes and rewarding
Or will it end and I no longer dream at all.
                    ljm

(Inspired by article below)

I.

Continuity
your filibuster egg of sand
dazzled curiosity
with creaky shell of hints
heaped upon the tedium
of knowledge's unfurl undeterred
by encyclopedic impatience

Assurances of rip(Van Winkl)ed
economics shooed paper strings of
revelation like anarchy-powered
taxes summoning a foreword
to anachronistic campaigns
of environmental friendliness

II.

Meanwhile years
have been filed down to flashes of
chronology for continuity's organic rebus

However long it took
the economic karma to fall into the
abodes of hedonistic pharaohs
it was instant

Skin that ruled behind the constitution
of allergic breath
bailed on the bones against their most
sublime intentions

Limbo-treading landlords
huddled in their mummified freeze
after breadline bashers scolded them
with the spoils of a new brand
of pyramid scheming

Robbers of the coffin palaces
stole the intimations of identity
theft from today

Immortality and freedom
were compelled to share a meaning
like estranged siblings
or bound dynasties

I(a).

Abydos
how you coyly toyed with us
with a diversion bordering on monolithic

04 23 14

The Devil Inside the Angel

I'm just a simple person who seems to be happy
Yet you judged me without even knowing my full story
A simple phrase can leave a scar to your heart
A scar that will make your heart be torn apart.

So stop playing with all my emotions
Or you'll make me make bad decisions
And if you're here so you could just hurt me
Then I'd rather you leave me lonely.

People always call me a bunch of names
Sorry but I ain't playing your little games
Someone said, "It isn't nice to hold a grudge"
But who cares? Who are you to judge?

Don't tell me what to do, don't tell me what to say
Cause I'm not one of your toys that you need to play
Hurt you and forget that you even exist
They were just added up to my bucket list.

"You're ugly", "You're not cool"
I maybe dumb but I'm not a fool
Talk smack about me but I don't care
Cause I'll be the one starring in your own nightmare.

Be careful what you wish for
Cause I'm not the good guy anymore
I'm tired of always being the nice guy
So I think it's time for him to say goodbye.

This time I'm a little bit savage
Like a tiger that got out of its cage
Some things are better left unsaid
That's why the old me is now dead.

I rose up from the ashes like a dark phoenix
With my heart forever broken and can't be fixed
Bursting my anger into burning flames
And you're the reason why, you're the one I blame.

You don't know how rude I can be
I won't even accept your apology when you say sorry
I don't want to be the victim anymore
So I guess it's your problem, and that's for sure.

I'll let my bashers and haters hate
I'll do nothing, I'll just wait
And just let karma handle their fate
Sorry not sorry cause it's too late.

Your judgement can't stop my happiness
And my silence is not a sign of weakness
Throw me to the wolves but I'll come back
And when I do, I'll be leading the pack.

Enough of this thing, enough of this drama
I'll just sit down and wait for your karma
Everybody's got a wicked side
But mine just seems it doesn't wanna hide

I don't get mad, I get evil
My heart used to be soft, it used to be gentle
My face may seem to be like an angel
But hurt me and you'll surely see the devil.

By: Sherwin Cubero

We try to grasp all that we can feel
Every grain of substance we can imagine
All the hesitant hands we couldn't deal
From our arduous compassion engines
How long can we believe until we kneel
To the unkempt veracity of religion

Or fade into a vengeful iconoclast
Cynically mocking the faithful breed
Of merry-go-bashers that attempt to cast
Their egotist ideals of what we all need
Fairy tale prophets that lived in the past
Getting off on their own selfish greed

The words of mankind have nothing to tell
Implicating a heaven is rhetoric at best
And, If i'm to live i'd rather go to hell
A tactic of fear sounds like a fitting nest
For someone who has already gaily fell
To a nihilist end that I should have guessed

I have opened my mind to one single thing
A universal truth that we all should know
That one simple rule is to believe in nothing
Is there any trace of deception in what I sow?
There is no wrong answer when you doubt everything
And, your deathbed will teach that there's nothing to know

Those guys--the intellectuals-
are bashers----they are bashing
words, ideas and philosophy to death
with their endless quibbling and quarrelling

but for me an uneducated peasant
all that I know and need to know is farming--
planting,  sowing,  tendering, nurturing and harvesting
the sun rising and setting--for a good season is all I'm hoping.

Well, the bigot spoked.
And the non bigot listen.
And professed that those that hates.
Feel empowered to do so because no one stands up to them.

The gay bashers spoked.
And got highly offended.
When the gay person joked back.

Judge not.
If you can be judged.
Your voice can't be the only voice heard.

The sexist spoked.
And became the blunt of many people opinion.
And stated people was picking upon them.

Speak not.
If you can't stand the heat.

Violence of any kind is a way of intimidation.
We witness that in religions.
Plus, within many nations.

The wise person spoke.
And many acted confused.
And it only happen.
Because their message affected you.

the early Christian church met together and celebrated the sacraments
and at some point they decided(the church that is) to put together the Holy Scriptures to be read at the celebration of the Holy Mass.

Give it a while and all kinds of heresies appeared and was rebuked by the same church, stating the same faith as the early church, and this became known as the Catholic church.

Now there are bible Christians who base their faith and understanding solely on the scriptures, but it was not this way in the beginning and is not the way now for the Catholic church, the one built on the faith of Peter, the rock on which Christ would build His church... the self same Catholic church.

Many people asked me why did I admire her,
Of all the beautiful and talented artist;
well we all have different taste why we like people...
For me, I like her because she's close to my heart.
She got this straight long hair,
petite body, not so thick brows, plain but thoughtful eyes and thin lips.
I like her cute feminine style, she always wear dress and sometimes blouse and skirts.
She doesn't wear much of accessories.
She doesnt dye her hair much and it is either long hair or short hair is her haircut.
She wears makeup that is enough to give color on her face
For me she's simple and thats one of the many things I like about her.
She's good in singing,
she can sing all genres of music.
She can reach high notes and she composed songs too...
Every lyrics her song tells a story;
Misery, loneliness, pain, love and joy.
Its like she's talking to me, like she's telling how she feels even though I didn't directly understand the lyrics.
The melody of her voice express it.
She doesn't have an easy past
She started her career by auditions
She wasn't easily accepted by people
She earned her popularity by working hard
She shares her blessings by donating to charity
She have fans like kids, teens, men and woman.
And she is really an inspiration.
She never forget to give thanks to her fans.
You will know she cares for them because she shares them the things she have whenever she have the time to meet her fans.
Despite of issues about her, bashers  who make her down. Those people who didn't notice how amazing she is.
How she serves as an inspiration and a role model to a simple girl like me and
She is a true idol.

Always a believer
Always hopeful
That there are intelligent beings somewhere
Out there
In the universe.
Because clearly there are none here.
We are simple.
Neanderthals.
All of us.
Mouth-breathers and dinosaur bashers.
Simple.  So simple.

you know, cats prefers feathers of crows, to yarn ***** of synthetic wool rolled up into "playthings"... oh wait, i'm white, i have not base in providing knowledge, only copper-skinned people are wise... use whites are a piglet's word short of extinct... go! sinjit! go! turbans plop! go! bunch of queen sheba hoes... the wanking patronage of lahore's preserved existence.

which just shows how many actual cat-ladies
there are out there in the world -
and the mystery of missing cats being
explained:
even the ****** cats go missing
with these women,
me? i can't get rid of my maine ****
male...
****** rapes me, with his presence!
******, please, *******!
****** comes back...
says: your bead, mine...
   what am i, ******* flintstone shortcut...
and yes, i think that whoever "conjured"
up the idea of a yarn ball of wool as
entertainment was wrong,
you pick up a feather of a crow,
dip it into your makeshift dip of ink,
and then give it to your cat..
watch it pretend it's a dog with a bone...
and then see the lullaby...
by the way, how do you get a cat's
respect?
     you either sleep at much as they
do: of you beat them at their sleeping pattern...
i've managed to sleep longer than cats,
which also means i am guardian of
their toiletry pattern -
  the female maine **** prefers to be
petted when she's incubated by
a boa tightening of a hold -
the male? just an empty bed and a crow's
feather, then he snoozes,
and i shed a dear:
listen to some johnny cash,
and feel complete...
        and then i compare that to
the islamic rites of prayer,
the way you wash before making dues -
which is so much against;
******* with the dues of
elevating the necessitated
*******..
              while shaming the actual
efforts, that overshadow both
psychiatrist, & priest...
           i shame the dog-collar
bigots, and the psychiatric ******
insipid conjurers of "hope"...
who deserve as much tuxedo
as a straitjacket...
and a lot of these "doctors" have
a woman lying by their side:
which is always a bad sign...
none of them a dog, or a cat...
     ever heard of a serial killer with
a cat, or a dog as accomplice?
me neither! go fetch!
      aport boy! fetch!
         sing my a *******
johnny cash song you ******* '****.

why is it, that journalists suddenly
think they're the respectable class
of profession?
      no one respects journalism
after the *milly dowler scandal...
   really? the best they can do is do that,
or simply troll?!
       **** it, i'll **** the rest of it...
there's no point in asking, pleading,
regressing, or revising...
    it's like asking for a monkey
to act as a ghost and instead of
stating ooh! stating a boo!
         sure as **** a jew got hurt with
missing H...
oh right... a pole said it...
the vermin class...
      nibbles nibbles...
rats got you nibbles...
      show-as your leggings -
i'll pride a nibble!
    not so proud then...
  what a shame...
      the usual sussex nuns come along:
and state the atypical ENGLAND,
entertaining as about three quarter's
worth of saudi arabia;
retracted in the comment section,
mostly by homos,
         or people who read as much
of a the ideal mention of headlines in newspapers...
then channel four says:
e ain't no ****!
     oh, wight, whites on whites...
**** ju ju juicing for the cumin
and coriander paste...
      finally!
multicultural england!
    i can finally bash a **** without
being called an anglican west ham supporter...
and?
if i don't get away with i?
  applause! manchester 2.0!
  or do i have to remind you, that my ethnicity
was called vermin?
      you know how turban bashers are born,
how these turbanators are born,
and orientate around muslims rather
than sikhs, and how you should have
read the placard, of the polish r.f.a. pilots
who fought in the first world war?
come next ****, i'll make another japatti.

it's english, what do you care? you **** it!

oh, you already said your
"thank you",
it's about time that
i say my: *******!

i just remember punching a wall, and
the home office legitimates
complimenting me in my computer...
now you have your somali
asian indian muslim "illegits"...
well done, good luck,
as

   the i.r.a. might say: riddle your
own own stupidity!

try reasoning with someone kid
prior to being aged a teen (13)...

you can't reason with these children!
you can't! you think some stupid
monarchal parade will stop them
acting what they feel
as the other blue-blooded "arisocrat"?
they're cold blooded!

   you're not going to stop them
you idiots!
          no matter what the current
generation says: akin to:
i'm not going to pay for the sins of my
forefathers...

   oooh... oh ****... you're gonna pay...
it's the justification clause...
not quiete the american
   constitution ammendment...
you're gonna pay...
  mind you... you know
  why they're not touching
the poles?
   haven't you heard?
   weren't the poles exposed
    to the teutonic crusades?!

honestly? serves you right, *****-slapping
that ******-smirk off your face...
all it suggests is: another punch!
what?
   i'm trying to pluck the fruits
                                       off a plum tree!

me? i'd be cobnsidered collateral "damage"...
the "no man's land": the so called
caught in the middle...
           2nds first, thirsty last -
          you tattoo that ******* emblem
into your arm, i'll chop it off,
******* ******.

                              you be goldi-locks
lucky to have the evolutionary canvas of
8+ billion that doesn't see us
extinct... ******* ferris wheel & theme
park of gay: the oops 'e' daisy...
why god and the hatred of ****?
   isn't it obvious?
   might as well jest at impregnating
a wolf with human *****, how's that?
not going to bother with the idea?
well then: ****... is just ow... just nice.

why do you think?
you defending **** because you'd be alive
if it was "normal" 10,000 years ago?
     i can only say the word: priv. regarding it...
you sure we're on the same planet?
   the same orb?
    i'm not so sure...
     if we allowed homosexuality as a social
norm back then:
  YOU WOULDN'T BE HERE BY
                                        MY ESTIMATE!
                     you'd be a short-lived
tissue experience of an albino tadpole...
****!
                 no! i won't stop cursing to amuse
an american baptist preacher!
                    *******!

this is the part where i stop writing and
play the hand-gesture game of
fishing for a bunch of wankers...
      sure i ****...
  i can't see a benevolent women
to surrogate my arm in the vicinity either;
but for ****'s sake i'm sure
there's a women, willing to *******
her womb for a surrogate intermediate baby
between two hopefuls of **** bashers;

so... well done... clap clap...
         much ado about the need,
but otherwise case for *applause;
my my, hasn't prostitution become oh so
very much, so oh so refined!

tour de france:
cudowne dziecko dwóch pedałów -

tour of france:
the glorious child of two pedals

(gay? pedał!) -

so you want me to become sincere in talking
about it - within the frame of a +
of not becoming agitated physically?
   can't some sort of "anger" (joke) be entertained
in the written sense without the fist?
is is that: well, if you censor me here,
i might as well snap my knuckles
and levy a punch... yes? nod nod ah ha?

personally?
i remember kissing this guy in a nightclub
one night,
then going to a birthday party
and seeing him there...
i left early...
   why? a homophobic woman started
asking me whether i minded gays...
it wasn't the gay guy i kissed
that made me feel a pinch of nausea...
it was a woman...
with her question regarding whether
i minded gay men...
              *****! i haven't got beef with them!
but if the journalistic narratives keeps
tugging at the victorian
19th century "affair": i'll be calling
the resurrection of joe merrick!

   i would have stayed at the party, after all
it was my cousin's birthday party...
what gift did i bring? a fiction novel
about smoking...
   prior? buying cigarettes for an oliver crew
of kids... i didn't short-change them...
the leader said: huh?
and i said: camel cigarettes, i paid extra,
they're better than was you asked for...
imagine: smooooooth.

no, but i really did ******* from the party
when this girl started asking
in her heterosexual way of wanting to be
laid, asking if i was **** or straight...
      is there such a thing as feminaphobia?
after that sort of experience?
                             there better be one!

no... and i don't want to get it...
                        never have, never will...
what was she doing at a gay party anyway?
pushing ******?!

Lucifer deemed God Almighty
can not have it all His way
why is His Kingdom open to all
why seek for all to come to Him
why say His is is the the Only truth and Way

that is not very democratic Lucifer decided
people must have choices and alternatives
people must be able to do as they please
what's the point if its all one way traffic
No way, he thought, I'm going to make hell

In conceit and devilish arrogance he disobeyed
I too can be as powerful as God he thought
I too can have a kingdom where we can do as we like
show God that we ain't second class citizens scraping before Him
this is Democracy let the numbers decide, majority wins
come join our club for life is short and we are more than them

To the Devil its a numbers game and he knows the ropes
give them all they want and let them sin as they like
money, ***, all manners of evil, go for it brothers and sisters
ain't no control freak here, ain't no boring Bible Bashers
ain't no restraint, ain't no fasting and praying and all that jazz
do as you ****** please, burn later, you're dead by then anyways

Its a numbers game and evil is hot and cool ain't it just
look at this game in town, see that just man out there
blameless, decent, God fearing, kind, loving and caring
now gather people of our democracy, see how we can **** him up
and he can't do a thing, see him alone without a single cheer
What is his God doing about it, what power has he got

See, the Devil is your friend who really delivers, simple as
that fool there could have a gang robbing and thieving an partying
could be bedding willing women and have mates to help in crisis
having a great time and doing it all in glorious democracy and joy
******, Stalin, Genghis, P. ***, West etc, see anyone mess with them
No, cause when you got democracy, you've got the numbers to do
as you like...simples, Olof !!

It is party time at the gay and lesbian Mardi Gras tonight
Everybody partying through the streets in all sorts of interesting clothes
It doesn’t matter if you are gay or lesbian
Even though in some countries it is illegal
But this is a party night
Where you get down and party
Gays and lesbians of all shapes and sizes and their families partying through the streets
You see I think this is a cool event
Where everybody is having fun
Gays and lesbians should be treated
Like people who has their own gender
Party party party the best time of the year
It takes over the streets of Sydney
To raise aware of your gender
Who cares if boys love boys
And girls love girls
And men love men
And women love women
They still want to enjoy themselves
Oh yeah they ****** well do
You hear all sorts of great songs
Playing in the back ground
And the floats are amazing, dude
Celebrating the fun they have
So dudes please don’t discriminate against gays or lesbians because they really do have fun
So if a friend of yours says they are gay or lesbian respect them
Because they are normal
Gay bashers are bad
Because this is a time to PARTY
To celebrate your gender
In the way you want
Party time