"belligerents" poems
it was the last day of winter
unseasonably warm
I was standing behind an Imam
his arms were raised
hurling prayers for peace
into the face of intransigence
black dressed armored
SWAT teams amassed
swinging readied M16s
vigilantly guarding walls
constricting penned citizens
waiting to place an
American flag
draped coffin
onto the growing pile
of other coffins
covered in the
multicolored flags of
Iraq War belligerents
swelling at the base
of the wrought iron fence
surrounding the White House
I saw a curtain in the
White House part
the window filled
with two tiny faces
I imagined it to be
Sasha and Bo
taking a break from
rambunctious play
to peer out on
a grim assembly
wondering
in confusion
whats going on?
why are these people
placing coffins
in front of our house?
Sasha and Bo
ran upstairs
to the
Oval Office
she burst through
the door
“Daddy people are
piling coffins
in front of our house
Why?”
The President
hugged his daughter
and answered…
“we’re at war
Sasha...
“the Evil Doers
hate us for
who we are...
“they want to
hurt us...
“we must ****
them…
Sasha asked…
“one sign says
our bombs
**** children…
is that true
Daddy?”
Thats a lie
right Daddy?
If you knew
children like
me were being
killed you wouldn't
let that continue…
would you Daddy?”
John Kerry
popped his head
into the office….
“Sasha,
your Daddy
would never
**** children
in service to a lie”
Sasha’s head tilted…
The President flashed a smile…
John Kerry walked away whistling…
giving no notice to the photo of the
Vietnam War Memorial
as he passed
Music Selection:
The Shirelles
Soldier Boy
Oakland
6/11/14
jbm
Jun 11, 2014
Jun 11, 2014 at 11:28 AM UTC
Take the tear soaked dirt from around your knees
And mark your face to prepare for war
Because the battle for your life
is about to charge you like never before.
You will stand face to face with the darkest of demons
as they screech in your ears that you’re worth is zero
Your feelings are inadmissible and
No one loves you enough to be your hero.
These evil belligerents will be the effects of
the most damaging kind of rejection
the most destructive criticism of your reflection
the most vile act of a man’s unwanted ********
Yet your future is proof that
even with a trembling body and labored breath
even with a soul draped with trauma
you are more fierce than the call for death.
You will make it through every battle
You will end the raging war within
You will experience the sweetest kind of love
and you will rediscover an authentic grin.
Just because you made it through
doesn’t mean all fights are over
But, you will think back to this time
and know how to allow your strength to takeover.
You can do hard things.
Nov 18, 2021
Nov 18, 2021 at 10:00 PM UTC
I shall conquer you with honeyed words
and occupy the wonders within your walls
without the use of my unmighty hands;
I shall conquer you a hundred years.
Many are the wonders built by men,
such majestic beauty unimaginable
but I voted you as the most wondrous.
Now, I shall conquer you a hundred years.
Rome defied dozens of the odds,
the barbarians defying what they've defied
burying them deep, yet and still,
I still desire to conquer you a hundred years.
Standing in the half of East and West
the center of trade and glowing in wonders.
You are the Constantinople to my Turk
and she remained conquered for a hundred years.
I will besiege your frail heart
and be part of my growing dominion,
cultivating to be the best of you.
For that I shall conquer you a hundred years.
We belligerents may be of diverse faiths
my skin scorched brown from the natures of war.
yet that shall not hinder my besieging.
Now, shall I conquer you a hundred years?
Aug 23, 2014
Aug 23, 2014 at 7:19 AM UTC
A sheer myst
Of belligerents
Pessimists
Confessionalists
And jobless degenerates
Perpetually in progress
Just kicking it
On the Internet
It's a little bit sick
I just cant shake it
This taste of *****
As I look upon it
Then it dawned on me
I'm also looking at me
In the reflection
Projecting what I see
Deducting
The white noise of irrelevance
And filtering out the elements
Fluxing
With eloquence
And moving into and on with it
The back lit intelligence
Telling me how to live
The plugs are deep
And I take more than I can give
And together we feed
On gigs of distractions
Impacting
The worlds tragedies
Unraveling
At our fractured seams
The web unto me
Unbeknownst to actual casualties
I seem to fiend for the wars
The deplorable horrors
Exploring the contours
Of the obscure
But not to be as it seems
Maybe just to blur the mundane away
Merely may have it be
The fewer the flames
The better the dream
Profane blasphemy
With ******* means
In ***** slavers
Raving in the papers
Of danker things
Printed on the label
In the stables of kings
Pacing the ring singing
From the knees happily
So please
Just disconnect me
Infect me with reality
Push my proprietary
Philosophies installed in me
Over the edge
Make the pledge to disconnect
But I won't
Form the wedge of discontent
But I don't
In this very post
I cast my vote
And hope
For what?
I don't know
Just always stronger than before
And longer in the troll
As the binary flows
Through what I think I know
Even though knowingly opposed
To its rope of coping
Moping from a beam
Seemingly unreal
Spangling from the
Tink ...
Straining to think
And heaving
To breathe
Smiling in defeat
I'll keep clicking
From the sheets
From when I wake
To when I sleep
It's a discatastrophy
Condensing
Collecting
Calculating
And presenting
An electronic me
Unto me
Without grief
And seeping
Through the screen
I'd scream
But not one would hear me
Help me?
Help yourself ..
The interconnected me
Jul 9, 2013
Jul 9, 2013 at 11:15 PM UTC
I now lie in this pile of dead-bodies,
I wait to be cremated on these burning logs,
I am dead like all others in the pile.
Maybe I bear responsibility equally,
Like the other guy lying at the peak,
I could have stopped it at right time.
I could think about its righteousness,
I could've stopped the darkness from seeping,
I could've prevented the belligerents.
Jul 3, 2013
Jul 3, 2013 at 5:09 AM UTC
some other days our twenties dry like dry leaves
no cold establishments would take our souls
hey I just lost my job let’s drink with what’s left of my paycheck
I’d carry us a little bit higher than the rusty rooftops
if not, we’ll carry on as dreamers as the belligerents failures
of the previous generation into the four corners of
this small apartment
it’s a gathering of the minds
it’s all there is for us other than what wings that covers us
in our home, in the suburbs, in our comfort shelters
I get so tired of letting people know
that I just want to take back their idea of me
and of course, anyone of you who’ll lend me
the phrase “we’ll figure it out in the morning” will be much
appreciated
no need to force our depression-embodied bodies to work
we can bathe in alcohol lose another day loosen up lay down
get laid get high wake up late and despise the industry..
I thanked December way too early
now it has taken things way too seriously.
Dec 23, 2018
Dec 23, 2018 at 7:04 AM UTC
What is this world inside my mind?
A world of contradicting ideals, I've found;
A disturbing serenity.
A horrifying beauty.
A euphoric nightmare.
I don't want to look, but I can't stop myself.
What a graceful train wreck in my head.
What once gave me pain, I now only feel pleasure.
Vice versa.
But then I feel nothing.
Then nothing takes over and everything subsides to a blank nether.
All senses are null and void in a seemingly endless void,
Where time has no value.
One day in here is less than hour in reality, but it feels like so much more.
And then I wake up and I'm even more confused,
How could such a vast place occupy such a small space?
I'm more dumbfounded than I was in that fantastical world.
But I know one thing for sure: I don't understand it, but,
I want to go back,
I want to know what I can't understand.
That world has enticed me far more than this.
It has stricken my curiosity.
I want to feel that
Serene,
Beautiful,
Euphoria,
Once again, even if it means experiencing that
Disturbing,
Horrifying,
Nightmare.
Take my senses and swallow myself whole into the void again.
Take me back to that fantastical place.
I feel myself become complete,
And then I fall apart.
And then I wake,
And I long for that place again.
I'm losing myself to that intangible drug.
I'm addicted to its nuances my life could never show,
But I don't care if I lose my grip on reality,
There's plenty to grasp onto in that world.
Maybe I want to lose myself in it.
Maybe I don't want to be able to tell the difference between the two worlds.
Maybe I want this void to swallow me whole one last time
And allow me to enter this world for good,
My eternal dreamscape.
To experience these dreams always,
It will make this world bearable.
But what of the nightmares?
What of the things I may wish to wake up from,
But can no longer?
I've drilled a whole into my head
And everything is spilling out,
Shaping my world to it's own foul taste.
The euphoria has gone.
The serenity faded.
The beauty turned ugly.
All it is leaving behind are the poisons.
There is a war raging in my head,
and the belligerents are winning.
I can no long escape them.
The nightmares have burned out my brain.
My soul has been disturbed.
The horrors have bombed out my body,
And left me writhing in agony.
What have I done? I can't control it anymore.
I've turned myself inside out, I've come undone.
It wasn't supposed to be like this. I was wrong, there must be a way to reverse it.
I can't overthrow the new despot in my head. I've entered a new frightening realm;
A perpetual nightmare.
Feb 27, 2014
Feb 27, 2014 at 8:28 PM UTC
Unless I say something with conviction,
Better not speak a single word.
Having an opinion is an affliction,
Best that I went unheard.
The contentious masses choke on opinions.
Coughing, suffocating and spitting.
Each side disseminates their dominions.
Every "fact"-spewer unremitting.
Every one of them a man of straw,
Ablaze with righteous zeal.
So many blind to their own flaws,
Proclaim the same old spiel.
There's no room for fence-sitters,
no gray area or neutrality.
Dead men are the only quitters,
of this black and white morality.
Step up and say your piece,
And someone will find reason to **** you.
Otherwise, rest in peace,
Because you can't escape their petty feud.
Oct 22, 2017
Oct 22, 2017 at 10:51 PM UTC