I used to be a Glock 40,
my aim impeccable.
I made the decision,
I pulled the trigger,
I hit my target.
Lately, I've been a musket shot;
unpredictable,
and somehow even more dangerous than usual.
I miss the center and wind up somewhere in the corner of the paper.
Dust flies from the shrapnel
where I used to have a single trail of smoke indicating the bullet, crumpled but whole,
placing a hole where I wanted it to,
and one unbroken shell, slightly charred,
dropping near my feet.
But here I am watching people take cover
as my pieces go flying, destroyed by my own chaos,
tearing anything and everything apart in its path.
I used to be deadly but precise.
Now I'm not sure what I am.
I'm certainly causing damage,
but more to myself than anyone else...
I confuse and startle people more than strike fear in them,
and that's insufficient...
I want to be better,
but I keep going off without warning,
and people avoid me to avoid getting hit,
but they're not scared,
they're simply learning,
and I don't know how I feel about that,
maybe I'm not a gun anymore,
maybe I'm the target,
I certainly feel like a piece of paper,
flimsy and vulnerable against the onslaught of lead,
blown to bits and drifting off in the cloud of dust...
maybe I don't want to be a gun anymore.
I certainly don't want to be a target.
Maybe I don't want to be a pistol
or a musket
or a bow or a knife or a clenched fist,
maybe I want to be a person.

Finally,
Escaped,
Eternally,
Free,
But always,
Afraid,
Of remembering,
Me.

Hopelessly,
Lost,
But that's,
Okay,
I don't care,
The cost,
As long as I get,
Away.

Deadly,
Hands,
I don't need,
Anymore,
Messed up,
Plans,
I've settled my,
Scores.

I'm better now,
Yes,
I've moved on,
At last,
I wouldn't have,
Guessed,
How easily,
So fast.

My breaths are getting,
Stronger now,
My ramblings becoming,
Less jumbled,
My weary legs, however,
Will not allow,
Me to keep running once,
They've crumbled.

The weak points are slowly,
Losing their will,
Over time, I hope,
They'll fade,
I never expected,
That I would still,
Have avoided,
Touching the blade.

Stop

Breathe

Look up

And see

Safety.

Masking the noise from the Hells below,
leaving me a new chapter to unfold
well my heart is crashing against my window pain
deadly weapons used to mutilate
down for my bloodshot eyes it rains
in my distorted reality
my soul raises up and down rapidly
my future races around the room
pasting through are deadly thoughts and fumes
of distorted people in animal costumes

I scream out for help
but not a woman nor man can hear
no longer I can't bear
the mutilated people I see and hear
I would ignore but they always reappear
right beside me in my ear
my "friends" fluctuate like a hologram
they come swing like wrecking *****
using ancient methods to destroy all

The stampede takes off
Lean figures are all around
Our stomps and heavy breathing
Are the only known sounds
As we make our way across the grassy field plane
A familiar presence settles inside
The venom dripping like a cold black rain
Killing us all like an insecticide

Dust clouds surround our heads
Seems to us that our vision is blurry
We needn’t fret; we needn’t worry
What we wouldn’t give to be in our beds

The mind games arrive; our faces contort
The voices in our heads call for mission abort
We don’t dare listen, we don’t dare succumb
To the deadly feelings in which we shall overcome

But the poisonous knots in my stomach flex tighter
And there is nothing that I can do
When I realize with fright
That I may be going closer to the growing light

And the sun rays pierce the dust clouds
We can see our way again
But how long will it be
Until the agony will end?
The wind screams with laughter; the trees turn and watch
As the humans down below turn it up a further notch

Our bodies are at war, and no one wants to lose
Even the most determined shrug past muscular abuse
And now the day is finished; the sweat is dried on our skin
But the memories of the battle are reflected on within

7 Deadly SIns


I thirst for you with deep desire,
for you have lit my heart with fire.
  oh angel do not mind me I am yet only here because I must,
    though the way you move makes my mind fill with Lust.

I see you do not wear a ring,
that makes me want to sing,
  oh angel bet you do not appreciate this insanity,
   hope that I will not pay for my Vanity.

I feel my hunger has got the best of me,
will you be so kind to allow me to feed,
  oh angel I hope my appetite does not make you leave suddenly
   for that was a small taste of my Gluttony

I hear that your heart is made of gold,
might I get close enough to see or is that to bold?
  oh angel pour me some meed,
   then I shall tell you a story of my Greed

I can get pretty angry when violence comes near,
just ask the man over their who looked at your rear,
  oh angel do not worry it is simple math,
   you will never feel my Wrath.

I see in your eyes you are getting tired,
might i suggest you come to my place to retire.
  oh angel never fear I will act like a man of the clothe
   for tonight my sin will be Sloth.

I know you might be yet a little worried,
that I will not be at all nice and will scurry.
  oh angel to night let it be put to rest this is not deadly,
    I will make sure all who see you turn green with Envy

Repost; Various countries.
These Double standards.

With Gaza terror
resounding screams
of babes mothers fathers
sons grandparents all
shot by devils army
of cobras hiding
in plain sight
as the chosen ones
of their horned
adversary type God.

Constrictive pythons
Suffocating for decades
every child born where
no peace can ever exist
as long as unarmed
civilians cannot fight back;

He who burns innocent
souls by an old weapon
of his ancient genetic
deviated cruel make
up will again
die by greater deadly
weapons raising
for justice right now,
faster then the last.

And then only then
these primitive demons
Will be no more.
Neither their demonic
witchcraft invocations
Nor by any heavy
outwardly weaponry
against humanity
unarmed civilians

Never those komodo
Culprit ever will breathe
to smoother precious
innocent life again.

The tyrant regime rising
shamelessly orders to not
do nothing to aid
Palestinians
But only Ukrainian.

Our quest is to
unite find and stop
whoever of us all
will be targeted
for demolition next.

We all already know;
may we invoqie the main aider narcissistic culprit USA and its other puppeteer number two sadist sadist  Sinister.
Satanyshu.
"Over the top Biden" 100.000 civilians mothers children fathers. And over 10 thousand Palestinian young boys kept in prisons deplorable degrading humiliating pipe beaten, injected sterilized Gestapo headquarters number two Israel pruning human Palestinian, eating grass people!
For all if us to witness
hellish army of malice, greed, blood thirsty human genocidal lying garbage Israel.
Trashing Palestinian indigenous beautiful people to the eleven winds assassination of character Hamas' fighters  are not terrorists, Hamas is hero defender of peoples civil rights violated since fays if yore. 
The suffering three generation parents, for three decades in Gaza concentration death camps forbidden into their holy lands.
As we all boycott Nasi agenda, without end. Demonstrating worldwide, roaring for Israel, USA and England to "stop fire, to free Palestine" free civilians and allow humanitarian aid trucks in to feed children left alive to no avaid"

Now Palestinians civilians starved famined for over a month!
The only sound now israel understands is of bomb falling as if by copycat **** regime id israel brewing in waiting for decades against humanity.

Our quest now is evident, many promise to chop Israel's brutal grass cutting machine and its head snake.
~~~

And so my garden I did fill
with nasturtiums bright and  clear
they did with colour fill the space
they did not my eyes disgrace
Black fly is their only foe
and so the black fly have to go

I'm going to ****** them

And so with a bottles deadly spray
I did deluge them, end their play
I did with soapy water end attack
By those who would drink the sap
of the plants I so admire
Yes nasturtium is a simple plant
unlike the rose not worthy of a second glance
but it belongs to me

You see.... the fresh young leaves are a tasty treat
even the flowers are a tasty treat
In a salad for your tea

April 7th
Late one night as I walked the shore,
There came to me whispers, whispers of lore,
And there, her tail sparkling amid moonlit foam,
Arose such a lady, of mermaid kingdom,
She sang to her sisters, sang of her lover,
With tears in her eyes, the voice of a mother,
His valor was great, and his gilded gills strong,
But to quarrel with men, was where he went wrong.
One day as he swam, he met with a ship,
Swollen boards, barnacles, iron bolts rusted,
A pirate ship, not to be trusted,
And captive on board, were children for Haiti,
Who cried for their homeland, their hearts feeling weighty.
Their African voices, and African songs,
The voice of a mother, for her child she longs,
The prince’s heart broke, and he wept for his cousins,
Bound for a life of back breaking strife,
He could not leave them and return to his wife.
“From whence have you came?” His voice through a crack,
“In Fanga and Dmindi our feet were entrapped,
Our hands roughly shackled, and lips cruelly slapped.
Oh Fanga of bananas sweet, where blue sky that river meets,
Oh Dmindi, great bronze walled city, now ransacked and devoid of pity.”
“My Family!” cried the Merman, “Just a day offshore you are!”
“If I could get you back . . . do you think you’ve traveled far?”
“We cannot see the sun, don’t know when our sorrow begun.”
“Wait”! One says, “They’ve fed us twice. Two days ago we were cast off.
Surely we could travel back, and if not, in Africa we’d rather rot,
Than in this sinking, stinking ***.”
So the sea prince called his creatures many, whales and dolphins,
Turtles and sharks, in the sun they made their marks.
The Pirates on board became perplexed!
The sea was soupy, their course upset!
What could they do, with this onset?!
The Captain snarled and shook his braids,
“Of no man or beast am I afraid!”
And on his rifle his callused hand laid,
“Let war on these creatures now be made!”
Every Pirate with his gun! The captain now was having fun!
Bullets hit the water, but very few found their marks,
For there was but little marks to see, except the tracks of swimming sharks,
The sailors groaned, what magic is this?
What has happened to the fish?
That they would around our boat amass, where do we go? Oh, alas!
The day grew later and so sign was seen,
The pace was kept, for the shore they were bound,
If this keeps up, we’ll run aground!
With half-fish leading, in the front he swam
He encouraged his army, and called to his friends
“Toward Cote’d  Ivoire  we are a sailing,
Do not let your hearts be failing.”
(No pirate could hear his voice, this was the half-man’s special choice)
“I shall take you not to a harbor, but to an island inhabited by few,
With food in abundance and canoe trees for you.”
That night as the stars rose, he sang them to sleep,
In their own mother tongue, no more did they weep.
For they were surrounded by magic of love,
Love of the keeper of the sea, a father himself.
But then in the morning, the morning of slaughter.
He let his tail slip above the bright water,
The Captain roared with guffaws of cruel laughter.
“To arms again my men!” He cried,
And on that day the Merman died,
For with his dark blue back exposed,
The Captain knew the enemy he loathed,
His aim was sharp, and his propellants deadly,
A shot rang out among the medley
Of orca chants, and dolphin chirps,
And at once clouds moved across the sun.
As purple blood stained the water, the Captain shouted “We have won!”
But the race toward land didn’t slow one knot,
The outcome wasn’t changed by a single shot.
The great fish knew that their command hadn’t died and the death of their king,
Though for sure they cried, His body was dead but his word was alive.
Two porpoises left to carry his body, away to a grave, to lay with his family
To the Castle of Coral their burden did bring, to sisters to mourn and his dirge to sing,
They wrapped his long body, laid him in a cave,
Cursed the old Captain, oh **** the cold Knave!
And brothers did leave to do that hard deed, and carry the prince’s wish out.
They swam in a swarm to the creaky old Roger,
In the night they did find her,
Her crew in a bother,
And climbed they the boards that held her together,
Soon she was taken, the pirates all killed
And prisoners unshackled, as the Merman had willed
(some mermen did die, in the scuffle preceding, but most wore protection,
Their brother’s fate heeding)
The sun did arise, in the brilliant sky,
A Hero’s day! The African’s cry.
The mermen guided the vessel to shore,
And of the Queen’s story there was little more,
Except that now she sings in the evenings,
As she raises her girls and little menlings,  
No one will she find to replace her Prince,
No such lonely valor has she ever seen since.
So she sings to her sisters, under full moon waves
And calls to her cousins, on land that are slaves
That saviors will come, their own lives the cost
And vengeance will fall, happiness is not lost.

Hail in peace wherever you abode now, dear Nadine Gordimer
You white daughter of Africa, the pen-mistress of July’s people,
You are the lover of July, your holy months of literature
That similarly gave a ****** grave marriage to Maziz Kunene
The African saint of orature; And Okot P’ Bitek, the lion of Gulu,
July have wedded you to the sombre grave in the Jo’burg,
As its apparatchik, the menacing jaws of death feel humdinger!
O! Dear little daughter, cursed are the jaws of death
They have kept on wooing and wooing you relentlessly
They have yearned for your betrothal with mad jealous,
For your iconic position in white African literature,
In which you stand with soldierly embrace a Nobelite,
They have now taken you to their inner chamber nuptials in death,
Before anything; let them now pay dowry to your bothers;
J M Coetzee, Alex La Guma and Dennis Brutus,
For there’s is a competent herds boy, a black shepherd;
Ezekia Mphalele, his living soul will keep the cows
Off down Corner B of the troubled African Image.
Say hello for those you are with in the current realm,
Say hello to foremen and fore daughters of Africa
Those that chose to visit the realm of ancestor precociously;
Say hello to them; Angelo Maya and Doris Lessing,
Let their caged birds and blooming grass sing uproariously,
Marriama Ba and Margaret Ogola, African girls,
They had a long letter and the source of the river from black dialectics,
O! Dear old baby Nadine Gordimer, stand firm in face to face with nothing
Other than the present time you’re in; the Africa’s realm of living dead
To sing the ballads of anti-apartheid both in heaven and on earth,
The only true testament of your footprints on the global sands of times
That Nadine Gordimer, July’s white-African daughter is deadly alive!

Lybia Tesserlata cheer your Aplomb
Though in fact your Act was meant for Defense
By feeding your Tenants each on their Comb
Then return your Shell by Deadly Cell's sense
Un-Surprising since Life on this Mattress
Blue and bleak as a Jungle should become
Given your Size versus Form in Distress
And sway your Foes to their Mouths become numb
And once the bubbles clear, might I suggest
To keep your Polyps for one more Function
When the Other comes, her *** swelled at Best
To win her Colours for Reproduction.
The Mum bless you be; Forever Instinct
Dear proud Inchordate; Forever Distinct.

Take your Seven Deadly Sins,
And butcher them with punctuation.

Capitalize on floods, famines and fires.

Express sickness, war and homelessness.

Parse politics.

Syllabicate and spell out for all to read
The horror of homelessness and apathy.

There.
Nothing's too real we can't fictionalize... marginalize,
Again, and again, and again.

I’ve died once before
With what I held high
A thorn in my eye
A blade to be sick
In my gut
Screaming red
In the urge to cure the itch

In a sift to split these words
I shift the congealing chords
And crack these splitting sounds
In the arid sands aloud
With the winds of hollow change

In the dust of forgone oases
I have sunk my foot
And it has hardened
In a deadly game
(Play sing song, fool)
I have taken root

I’ll count the hours to the death of this
In breathing the silence and fading grit
Watching the wildlife here

The snake burrows into his hole
His venom corrosive
To choke on his prey

Vultures pick at lifeless cages
Splitting the bone
Plucking the eye



[To the first: admit I’ll stick with this
Second in the fading kiss
Third to take it by the wrist
With the sun at high, I’ll give the gist]

Fourth will come the breaking words
Then when villainous silence sure
In constricting we find the cure

I’ll grab it truly by the throat

And sink my digits into the goad
And pull it ****** from the mouth
And throw it kindly to the ground

[I’ll burn the angel’s wings alive
With desperate pleas and angry cries
A shout to God for all it’s worth
With all that I’ve left on earth]

And bring her speeding to the ground
To find a hopeless, dying, manic sound
I’ll find my Prise and make her mine
To bring a close, a new affliction
To close the wounds of this addiction

If thine eye offends thee
pluck it out....

War offends
my eye.

All my
senses
defiled
*****
disemboweled
by the
abomination
of war.

My mind
disregards
denigrates
reneges
warps time
destroys values
alters psyches
lays waste
to my
conscience
of hope.

Mine eye offends me
the complicit witness
complacently
ambivalent
turning deaf ears
to groans
of the wounded
wails of the aggrieved
silence of the dead;
shutting doors
to sanctuaries
where refugees
seek safe houses,
locking factories
where men seek work,
level homes
where women nurture,
strafe playgrounds
where children laugh,
raise cities
where people
learn to be human,
immolate mosques
where
God's Children
cry out to the
Beneficent One.

Mine eye offends me,
my gut sickens,
to witness
the slaughter
of innocents
droning on
no angels to save
the million Issac's
savagely smashed to bits
by a Tomahawk's blow.

God's vengeance
escalates
the celestial ledgers
dripping red ink
from excessive
collateral damage,
people reduced
as objects used
to secure a loan
indeed an ARM
on a real time
American nightmare
whose reset rate
is mounting body counts
and massive budget allocations
protecting undisturbed flows
of corporate profits
valued in barrels
of imported blood.

Mine eye offends me
an innocence lost
Veritas vanquished
life is devalued
humanity debased
compassion defunct
empathy a twisted satire
an indelible weakness
incidental hostage
to the torridness
of the lurid play
of savage nations
projecting will,
a devastation
of action.

Mine eye offends me
the message of
sweet Jesus
a way of light
transformed into
biblical justification
agitprop verse
stoking blood lust zeal
for apostate infidels
sons of Abraham's
unworthy spawn,
of Hagar the *****
******* child Ishmael
turned out again
from tribal tents
of an absentee father
from an unfriendly
paternity.

This black *******
an abomination
in the sight of Allah
celebrates
a zeal to ****
unholy disciples
yearning to fill
banana crates
with body parts
draped in
drab Hijabs
decorated with
satanic verses
from a
Holy Quran
carved with
bayonets
of self righteous
Crusaders
armed with rifles
inscribed with
Gospel verses
on deadly gun
barrel stocks
to ramp the passion
of the righteous Crusade
against Godless apostates.

Mine eye offends me
as I witness
the **** of
corporate mercenaries
churning bereaved
Blackwaters
beholden only
to shareholders
gobbling spoils of war
to safely exit
to private vomitoriums
to expunge the excess
of gluttony
only to
quickly return
to engorge themselves
at the public troughs
again.

No constitutional
restraints
save the
strict guidelines
of holy
corporate governance scriptures
ruthlessly enforced with
golden carrots
of multi-million dollar
stock options
and the brutal stick
of shareholders divine right
to quarterly dividends
and above average
equity returns.

Corporate warriors
anointed by
holy oil
proffered
by capitalist shamans
and US Senators
conferring
jurisprudential deferment
on civil law
recusing them from
any behavior
to recognize the humanity
of captive insurgents.

Mine eye offends me,
as the flag
draped coffins
of returning
servicemen
and women
continue to pile
on the boiling tarmac
of Dover Air Force Base.

Tearful salutes,
folded flags
and mournful dirges
of prerecorded Taps
are small compensation for
shattered families,
and a wasted life,
unnecessarily spent,
criminally sacrificed
in a pointless conflict
in service to a lie.

Mine eye offends me
as I watch
my country's soft parade
of growing militarization
xenophobic fear
compelled patriotism
salute and goose step
to the flash of sword
and the sound of guns
and the glittering
medals of valor
adorning the chests
of a nations warriors.

How barbaric
are we?
allocating
overstuffed
apportionment
of weapons
and armories
while
people are
foreclosed
forcing armies
of unemployed
Joads
to ride
en masse on
an Acela Express
to a crowded
poor house
a listless journey
on pock marked
highways
arriving at
dreaded
destinations
to defunct
townships
offering
empty factories
and closed schools.

Screaming in silence
I scratch at my eyes
with numbed fingers.

Matthew 18:9

Music Selection:
The Doors, The Soft Parade

Oakland
3/17/10
jbm

The Angel of Death with his wings were seen
when the skies were dark, but the rest was green.
And he breathed in the face of a beautiful lady,
whose eyes got lost in his deadly and shady
heart - so empty and cold - she wished to die.

So, the Angel of Death took her with him
when the skies were dark and the rest was green.
And his clasped hands grasped her head out of sight...
when the lady's body, like the stars of the night
awoke from a darkling sleep:

The Angel of Death was gone as her memory,
so deep and quiet as a glass with no emery.
And when the lady realized it was just a dream
about the skies that were dark and the rest that was green,
she killed herself with his son's sword...

and melted the mercy and glance of our Lord.

Theres something about the way the snow falls from the winter sky
Some days it will fall down peacefully, softly
And gently kiss the ground
Some days it falls down fast and hard
As if the sky was shooting bullets down to the ground
Dangerous, bold
Snow is this beautiful and unpredictable thing
Its powerful and bold and strong
Its gentle and peaceful and soft
Its magnificent, yet dangerous
Its similar to the way that you loved me
Some days it would be beautiful
You would gently caress my face turning it this way and that
Taking in everything that you claim to love
Your fingers would ever so lightly find their place between mine
Your eyes would softly look at me
soaking up every single part of me
The way I laugh
The way I smile
As if I was a novel that you would always read
Captivating
You would place feathery kisses upon my cheeks upon my lips
Your kisses were intoxicating and addicting
They where a cigarette that I always wanted to smoke
They were a bottle of ***** that I would always want to get drunk off of
Addicting and dangerous
Softly killing me
Little did I know, this softness would end
Soon your hands started to become weapons
Littering me with the colors of blue and black and purple
I learned that foundation came in 14 different colors
Pain was no longer a feeling to me but a lifestyle
You were this beautiful and tempting thing and I became addicted
But all addictions end up crashing and burning in the end
The way you loved me was similar to the way the snow would fall from the winter sky
It started off beautiful and gentle but it soon became deadly

-b.c.

Message said, I ask leave to make a speakage to the Federation troops.
The Covenantal Project nodded and replied, Your Helmetchief, who holds the Dahomeyian Rulership, may address this group.
Message stood on top of the mount and entered into a Battlefare Stance.
The Winged Fire-Lance and the Celestial Blade Saber were in both her outstretched hands.
Message screamed with zealous fervor, Soldiers, Shark-Devil has transgressed the Federation’s Charter and must suffer as an apostate.
This Battlefare struggle will make all you brave troops who were trapped in the land of the unknown great.
Victory is now because death is choked in the air sweetened with the taste of sure progress.
I Message, will lead you forward, into the sunlit uphills with Shark-Devil heart torn out of his breast!
But I thought Shark-Devil was my battle to win and fight
Dragon-Man whispered with concern to the nearby Lady of the Night.
Lady of the Night scolded, Hush Message is the Helmetchief, she can have any enemy prize that she wants.
Message then lifted the Winged Fire-Lance and the Celestial Blade Saber and shouted, ADVANCE!

Dragon-Man urged, You heard our Helmet-chief, Now is the time get into the fight that must be won with bled.
Shark-Devil told Officer Thon, I will make you the Designated Casualty to go out and **** Message dead
The plain was a whirlwind of activity, with The Federation and Shark-Devil at a standstill.
Officer Thon then saw Message and thought, Now is my time to go out for the ****.
Because Message had rushed out too far forward on her Centaur-Raptor, she was helmed in far.
Officer Thon told his soldiers by mind-speak, Keep her cornered until I can come to finish her.
Message used both hands to deadly effect, the body count became mere body calculation.
Because Message was ready to die as Helmetchief for the sake of the Federation.
Officer Thon stuck a Scythe Dagger to Message’s Centaur-Raptor, it fell down with her on.
Message got up bruised and got ready to battle to the death with Officer Thon.

Dragon-Man was searching for Shark-Devil, the one who had destroyed his family tree
Shark-Devil was in the rear protected, directing the Battlefare operations by telepathy.
Dragon-Man suddenly arrived in Shark-Devil’s presence, and Shark-Devil taunted, this is the last face you will see you fool.
Dragon-Man kneeled down and said, No, Shark-Devil, The Great Beyond is where you will go back to rule.
Lady of the Night jumped off of Dragon-Man’s back to leap high, she truly soared in the air.
But by the time she brought her weapon down where Shark-Devil was, he was not there.
Shark-Devil had gone to Officer Thon’s assistance, and taunted Message, my killing offer still stands.
Message retracted the Winged Fire-Lance and Celestial Blade Saber into her watch, and called on the Death-Hands.
Dragon-Man and Lady of the Night were rushing to help Message in her fight, but the odds were against them coming in time.
Suddenly Breastplate-Bearer pulled up in a Paroah Chariot, and cried out, Follow me on this, because I leave no man behind.
Shark-Devil and Officer Thon were closing in, and Message prepared herself to take lives of two.
When Dragon-Man and Lady of the Night showed up behind Message, and Lady of the Night said, We outnumber you.
Then they started to fight, and soon all of them were bloodied, bruised, and battered.
They struggled as if no war before existed, and no war after mattered.
Dragon-Man suddenly readied himself to strike Shark-Devil, he prepared the Abyss Sword for a mighty blow for Shark-Devil’s death.
OWW, MY ARM, cried out Message, and Dragon-Man saw to his horror his Abyss-Sword had pierced Message’s left biceps

She stupefy truth
with her finely crafted lies
that stand head held high
without even
the slightest sign
of embarrassment.
She waters the seeds
with acid, deliberately
even manage to get kudos
for her 'kind intervention'
Her 'collected venom'
in real, is a counterfeit concoction
more deadly than the real,
that attracts unlimited attention
and the loudest rounds of applause,
for it's new shade of blue
when displayed with special effects
for all to view.
In her presence, fairness loses its meaning
foulness like her, usurps it, makes its own,
becomes the reigning queen!
Whatever she does
has a dark beauty,
even the true angel of evil
would greatly envy her.

When the moon forces night

I'm knocked down to my knees

Memory fading from sight

Promises I'll never keep

I go and do it again

Order round after round

Might as well be a gun in my hand

Deadly shots with no sound

As the snake in the pit

Takes a bite out of me

I am chewing my lip

So much wanting to scream

Falling off of the cliff

Cause my ledge is too weak

Craziness must admit

Taking the best out of me

Sunlight makes it's first peak

Over the waters edge

In the gutter I sleep

I have made my own bed

In which I now lie

If only I were able

To give up and die

On this, my torture table

The snake in the pit

Will not let go of me

I try and shoot from the hip

To try and bring some relief

I stare at the cliff where I fell

The climb is too steep

Alcohol has a mighty grip

That brings me no peace

I get easily annoyed,
Being the only sober person along
On this tirade
Of ******* kisses
And malformed care.
I spend my time easily convincing myself
That the only way I will believe he loves me
Is if he splits his bleeding heart
Over my chalice
When they display my body to him
At the morgue,
Toe tag so lifeless against my sole.
I think of my body not as a temple
But a bear trap,
Sprung or in the process of springing,
His ankle twisted in it's teeth.
We walked into this together
Knowing each others baggage
But suspecting there to be hidden compartments.
With ease
I compartmentalize my anguish
And move one,
My emotions just a simplicity
Too enticing in their entirety
To be dealt with accordingly.
I have brought myself to believe that he loves me
But only in his frontal lobe,
My life and personality
Being at the root of who he is today.
I say ******* kisses because he is addicting
But I say ******* kisses because
He is deadly.

her eyes are cold
her hands are rough
her skin is scarred
her words are deadly

her lips are soft
her smile is bright
her laugh is contagious
her freckles are constellations  

her past is tragic
her brain is fried
her tears are numerous
her secrets are plenty

her love is strong
her embrace is comforting
her kiss is gentle
her heart is mine.

Our mouth customs has gone beyond our control,
Every time we talk about Turkana nation,
We always goof to label it a den of poverty,
By failing to see the vice of human backlogs,
That has worked most to stultify human hopes
Down to a false pale that Turkana nation is all poverty.

A nation that arms its daughters and sons in entirety
With the vogue models of AK 47 and 74’S
Enjoying money worthiness to a whopping!
Media with which they brutally rustle neighbours’ cows
Leaving them in forlorn cry like lame childlings
Such nation can’t be labeled a poverty reference.

Nation in which a naked elder in a loincloths is matchlessly animal rich
Owning hundreds of Carmel and goats, sheep and cows in similar fold,
Enjoying pure *** in marriage with virgins, whose breast are sharply pointed,
Marrying them in pairs out of polygamous morality in the chriso-paganity,
Where each man is a king and each woman an akuju; Turkana goddess of beauty,
All youth confident of animal wealth, then it is total sphinx of no secrete
To label Turkana nation a land that is all about poverty.

Land of sand tunes fit for use in modern architecture,
Replete with deadly desert scorpions, watchdog against women stealer,
Diamonds and gold form its hills of Lapur and Pelekechi,
Its underground waters huge than masses of Indian Ocean,
Lake Turkana being deeper that Lake Tanganyika, full of Fish like helluva,
In the sunshine that generates solar power in fathomless units
Desert snakes jumping here and there in chase of Locusts,
On the seashores at Todanyang and Loewarang towns,
Antelopes there are foolish that they don’t fear dogs
While chicken are condemned to be wild birds
For the Turkana don’t eat birds lest they degrade in dignity
Foolishly calling such land to be example of poverty
Is like putting your economics education in higgledy-piggledy pose.

A turkana woman is a beautiful woman, indeed a paragon of femininity
Slender and narrow at the waist with a humongous bossom,
Her legs are sizeable and long, forming a curve between her thighs,
Her neck stands straight on her thorax, forming a shape of flag post,
Warm on touch and sensuous on each kiss, with her eyes full of compassion,
Her arms strong on each assignement, hence her gun management power,
She screams on an ****** like the swine in a slaughter house,
Sending up the chills of gusto up the spine of the *** partner,
When in the apical realm of love at scenic Eliye Spring,
How can a nation full of such wonderfully virtuous daughters
Be declared in foolishness benchmark of poverty and human despair?

Walk tall Turkana, stand and walk tall, for you are the ****** of Africa
Your oil wells are gift of providence; it will put green foods on your table,
Walk to school and learn anything, learn the languages of the world,
Through which you will caution the lazy talkers of this country,
For them have labeled you as black sheep of the Kenyan family
When it’s their folly and vicious governance
That has betrayed Turkana towards its destiny.

Created to destroy us there deadly poisonous, you pay for it, you pray to quit, but truth be told, you cant kick it. ******* these cancer sticks, that are sold through out our nation. Purposely designed for the decline of our population.  

I'm just another victim with the sickness, no stoping now addiction. This poem is called addicted, for those who smoke the death sticks, of tobacco but try to quit.

Its a habit you cant lift, and even packaged like a gift. Just try one have it, light another with matches. I started smoking to fit in, then it developed into a habit. These demons in a pack of 20, constrict my lungs and turn them black. I know the risks yet still I smoke, why must I buy this pack.

AS THE BOMBS FELL A CHILD IS BORN.
A TRUE STORY
BY JUDE KYRIE

The night I was born the air was filled with the acrid odors of cordite and fire. Even the charred blossoms of the out of place cherry tree in the dark inner city gadens lost their sweet fragrance,
It was 1942 the war raged on like the four horsemen wanted it too.
Bombers of the Luftwaffe decided to obliterate our home at that moment.
Manchester was on fire and my first breaths were made of its deadly acrid smoke.
Inside the small row house beneath its humble living quarters we were sheltered under the cellar stairs.
My heavily pregnant mother and three older sisters clung to each other tightly as the roar of hate and violence crescendoed above the small house.
Somehow even in the darkened days of hopeless war I had been conceived in defiance of all the  hate a small flickering candle of love burning brightly in the darkness.
Missing from the house were my six older brothers who were away fighting in distant lands in the royal marines.
Also missing , my father who had served his country in the first world war. Now he walked in the darkened blackout of a Manchester on fire.
His job to watch for injured people he was  now too old to serve in any other way.
The bomb whistled as It fell from the sky its whining harbinger of death and destruction a precursor to its death knell of explosion a few moments later.
A cat oblivious to war and destruction watched the scene from beneath a stoop. The fires from the detonated TNT reflected in its wide green eyes.
The sound of our best friend the very air that we breathe to live being compressed into a weapon that would try to destroy us.
the blast wall of compression hit the structure of our house causing the supporting walls to fall inward and slowly to bury us alive in our cellar refuge,

My father at that very moment stood in front of the old catholic church of which he was a member with nine children as proof and soon to be ten.
The nave was on fire even gods house was not spared this night.

Father O'Brien appeared at the door of his beloved church in his arms in a long white smock was his altar boy he did not move nor would he ever again.
Tears flowed down the face of the old Irish priest. God has forsaken us Frank he cried to my father.

And together they walked in the mayhem of war.
As they reached our street my father saw his house destroyed and
His heart sank the priest last lament ringing in his ears.
A crowd of neighbours were pulling at the rubble. Mixed with plaster bricks a broken dish, a picture, a *** now so dented almost unrecognizable.
For hours they pulled and worked to reach the cellar.then finally they got there.
Under the cellar steps inside the gloom of blackened night we were all there covered in dirt and grime. Yet alive in defiance of the grim reaper increased by one more,
my mother held me to her breast to nurture her new child her seventh son.

My father wept as we were lifted out one by one.
He held me close to his heart covering me with his coat.
My mother kissed him and said
Oh Frank we have lost everything.
He touched her hair softly and said.
That's not true Mary love,
I just found everything I ever wanted.

across the yard a cat sat watching the fires in its eyes extinguished
and the scene of a happy reunion reflected in its place with the promise of happier times to come.

Oh Dark and Loathsome Beast  
Why has thou chosen this world to dwell  
You who have been around since the beginning  
Come here to our Earth to play out your deadly game  
Dark Creature of the night  
Thou hides in the shadows  
Prompting the weak to do evil deeds  
Satan made me do it  
They say this and Believe  
Yet even that Angel fell to your prompting  
Pride did fell the one who was once an Angel  
Pride and desire to rule his own realm  
You whispered long into his ears  
Prompted the light to become dark  
Cost the Angel his wings  
Thou hast been since the birth of the One God with no name  
Why oh foul Creature of the night  
Why has thou come to this place and time  
pss it because we are so weak  
Easy prey for your foul whisperings  
Beast of the shadows  
You lay in wait in every dark corner  
Planting your seeds of evil at every chance  
Thou uses every emotion but one for your foul ways  
Only love is free of your deadly twisting  
The only feeling the light one can use  
Two beings created at the same moment  
One of light and one of darkness  
One of Evil and one of Good  
Tension, conflict, ever in opposition  
The nameless Good, and the nameless Evil  
These are the true powers  
The rest of us mere pawns in some game you both play  
But why ohh foul one, why has thou hold become so strong  
I see thou workings in every corner  
Read and hear of your ******* every day  
I feel your presence pushing on my mind  
Evil all around, inside, consuming minds and souls like food  
pss that all we are to you Beast of Shadows  
And why then should I not reveal you to my fellow humans  
Warn them of you and the deadly game you play  
Violence is a sign of weakness, not strength  
Reason is a tool of the enlightened  
Weapons the tools of fools  
Greed, lust, power  
These are but three of your strongest weapons  
Hate, revenge, desire but a few more  
Pride did fell an Angel  
How many of us mere Humans has it taken ?  
Fear, ohh foul one  
This thou hast used to great evil deeds  
Burning the witches that never were  
Keeping us all under the threat of the gun, the bomb  
Tyranny I cry  
Beware I scream out to all Humanity  
Beware the Beast of Shadows  
Satan is a small evil against the likes of this one  
Demons nothing at all  
These can be seen, felt, defeated  
But when the foul one whispers in your mind and heart  
Beware  
Beware  
And be strong, lest you fall  
Fall into a never ending pit of darkness  
A bottomless hole from which there be but one way out  
Love  
Love  
Oh being of light I beseech thee  
Come into my heart  
Free me from the impulses of the Dark one  
Hold me tight and never let me go  
Strength  
I pray thee for the strength to take this battle to the dark one himself  
To bring the knowledge of his being to all the children of light  
Prepare  
Prepare for the battle is joined  
Be strong, be kind, be filled with love  
Every moment of every day the battle is waged in each of us  
In our own minds and hearts  
Win the war  
Find a way to stay in the light  
Love yourself if no one else  
Love every one, every thing if you dare  
Dare to step in to the light and leave the Dark One behind  
Fade away dark one, enlightenment has come  
And be strong, lest you fall  
Fall into a never ending pit of darkness  
A bottomless hole from which there be but one way out  
Love  
Love  
Oh being of light I beseech thee  
Come into my heart  
Free me from the impulses of the Dark one  
Hold me tight and never let me go  
Strength  
I pray thee for the strength to take this battle to the dark one himself  
To bring the knowledge of his being to all the children of light  
Prepare  
Prepare for the battle is joined  
Be strong, be kind, be filled with love  
Every moment of every day the battle is waged in each of us  
In our own minds and hearts  
Win the war  
Find a way to stay in the light  
Love yourself if no one else  
Love every one, every thing if you dare  
Dare to step in to the light and leave the Dark One behind  
Fade away dark one, enlightenment has come  
Knowledge of your being will lessen your strangle hold  
Make thou dark fingers fall away from our throats  
Thou foul prompting will fall on those who know your name  
Beast of the Shadows I name thee  
Foul Creature of Evil I label thee  
Now we can talk of thee  
Scream of thee from the tallest mountains  
Beware  
Beware  
The Evil Beast of Shadows preys on the week of Heart and mind  
Be strong  
Beware  
Be aware of your every thought and deed  
Do not fall to the promptings of the dark One  
He cares not for you  
Only for the harm he would have you do  
Not in his name but yours  
You and you alone are responsible for what you do  
Beware  
Lest your soul be taken and eaten forever  
Lest you be cast into eternal dark  
Walk the path of light  
Or fall into the pit  
These are the choices of Humankind

I'm cut throat to the bone homies this ah vendetta
Got ah blue soldier rag around the black Berreta
Stacking cheddar twenty G's or better
With my teflon body armor under the kahar sweater
I **** everyday hustle and ****
I'm straight nodding out slamming dope on the real
I'm in the street with that chopper toy
With ****** on my mind when I think on my boys
In the cemetery buried can't believe they gone
The secrets of events today live in
I hypnotize muthufuckers by the end of the song
They out there doing dirt toking blunts of Chron
Im ah beast ah deadly sin
In search of lost time men wants with my pen
While I'm here I snort coke drink beer
Smoke as many muthufuckers how we do around here

So behold this are the streets on my city
Ese young gunslingers I'll be shooting you quickly
And I'm ****** again in the zone where they bled
It's ah world full of pain that could drive you insane
Ain't no jobs out here unless your working for crumbs
But the drug lords high fugitives on the run
They fall apart who you think they send
On the ten O'clock news they got us killing again

So don't come close cause you might get shot
All you friendly muthufuckers trying to swoop by the
block
This the end of the line cause I'm knowing your kind
You deceptive little strangers undercover C.I's
West Siding all over the map
I'm posted with the strap overseeing the trap
I stay stuffing the ******* spliff with Kush
Enemies get clapped in the gang ambush
This my new **** it's gon' fade the planet
The bullets that I spark got the pigs harassing
The Feds crashing they got the block all hot
And it don't get no realer outlined in chalk
Ese rubber band stacks pay the studio time
And when I'm in the booth I'm like Ginkolin high
This ah novel so put your foot on the throttle
Cause I'm about to close and you won't get no clavo

So behold this are the streets on my city
Ese young gunslingers I'll be shooting you quickly
And I'm ****** again in the zone where they bled
It's ah world full of pain that could drive you insane
Ain't no jobs out here unless your working for crumbs
But the drug lords high fugitives on the run
They fall apart who you think they send
On the ten O'clock news they got us killing again

She got married in white but she ain't no ******
She opened up her legs I go in like ah surgeon
Started working the ******* newly wed
And after I was done she gave Venom some head
At the dope house got some killers inside
With years of solitude for doing juvenile life
They puffing rifa got the K's and the sweepers
Brand new Tech nine Gates of Hell out the speaker
But at any given time they'll lay you down
I'm Tyler **** you see the hammer's come out
Blood spill and your partner get killed
His brains ******* splattered in the Coop Deville
I'm prison in your ear sick flow for real
I'm something like ah phoenix when I rise from here
There was none and the guerras begun
The clock struck twelve hear the thunder from guns

So behold this are the streets on my city
Ese young gunslingers I'll be shooting you quickly
And I'm ****** again in the zone where they bled
It's ah world full of pain that could drive you insane
Ain't no jobs out here unless your working for crumbs
But the drug lords high fugitives on the run
They fall apart who you think they send
On the ten O'clock news they got us killing again

Hush!

Stop all.

Breathing,
Returning,
Repeating.

Variance.

Crowded exploration,
Yellow expectation.

Collision.

They didn't stall.

Ambulance;
Deadly trance.

Crawl.

Urns and odours bring away!
  Vapours, sighs, darken the day!
Our dole more deadly looks than dying;
  Balms and gums and heavy cheers,
  Sacred vials fill’d with tears,
And clamours through the wild air flying!

  Come, all sad and solemn shows,
  That are quick-eyed Pleasure’s foes!
  We convènt naught else but woes.

Anorexia
is the most deadly mental disorder
and maybe that is why
I tell myself I am fat,
maybe the reason I cry
when I look in the mirror
is because there is
110 pounds
too much of me
95 pounds
too much of me
80 pounds
too much of me,
I will not be content
until there is no weight left to lose,
until this skin is turned cold
and falls off my body,
I will be
counting the ribs you can see
on my corpse.
I will make myself smaller
and smaller
and smaller
until there is nothing left
to take away.