All the pain a man could muster in his lifetime:
Compressed to a minute.
Then, send it scattershot through the airwaves.
A morose melody. A lovely female voice inflects....
"May I override your rationality and reason?"
Imprints a depression on the mind;
a rope around the deckhand's neck.
Does her voice now command your neocortex?
Yes, but deeper still: it denigrates.
Instills an insistence toward apathy:
existential treason.
musical notes denote a debt to be paid.
They accept just the one currency.
Trade melancholic fervor for nihility...
A payment must be made.
Posit the ship is a sojourn in deep water.
Feeling A sorrow you can't adjourn.
How quickly you will learn:
Jumping overboard
CAN be an act of kindness.
A slave to that recalcitrant sorrow.
Jetsam yourself to lighten the load on your psyche:
It's ideal over facing another tommorow.

Seafaring folk
assume a siren's song is beautiful.

I felt The Earth shake when she sung.
There goes the air from my lungs.
What more to give? Here.
Borrow my body and tongue.
Sitting in the auditorium
of my own soliloquy.
This state of mind is anti-reverie.
Your falsetto sonnet showed memories.
My family.My mishaps.
An altercation out of ennui-with my father.
Before he left,that last thing he said to me...

But.

Why WAS he levied into conflict
over Antioch?
On a whim prescribed, of course;
The pope demanded A crusade on sin.
Father died inside the walls of Jerusalem.
Bled out fighting alongside other mortal men:
Father, is your heaven more beautiful,
than your grand daughter's grin?

Captain has seven sailors hold me still.
I am suppressed inside the fo'c'sle.
He counts down from sixty:
"Let us see if time sets him straight."
A siren's enthrall doesn't agitate long.
Yet,
Even after the weight of it lifting,
it leaves you forlong.
Sometimes-I still feel-
underwater...is that where I truly belong?

Seafaring folk
assume a siren's song is beautiful.
                          I know better.

A violent storm materializes from otherwise
sunny, fair weather.
I guess the myths of the Tempest here are true:
It attacks ships sailing near the fabled
isle Revenir.
Until then,for my own safety,
I had been enroute to the brig.
"All hands on deck
(including me and my captors)
Secure those loose rigs.
Batten down the hatch.
Cap'n is going to steer us-
Right through this Tempest's heart!!"
Steady now.
Or his hubris will tear the ship apart.

I felt indifferent as waves
pummel us relentlessly.
Contrite as our vessel
won its war with the sea.

                   I jump overboard.

Instant remorse.
Father, can your God please alter my course?
A mistake.
This can't be my legacy.
I'm sinking.
Because of what a siren sung.
I can't breathe. Feel water filling in my lungs.
Siren,take what you won
then leave me undone.
I'm sinking.
Is this how I meet my end?
Shimmer from the sunlight fades
as I descend.
Sinking.
And I'll never be found...
My fear, my flailing. My failure to float.
the ocean swallows it all,
ingurgitates my hope.
Is this how you felt?
Facing your ill-fated destiny?
Father.
You always tried-and failed -to quell my misery.
That last thing you said...
Preaching your god's salvation as remedy.

                        I'm sinking.

All along its been my sorrow
that's drowning me.

-

Your bodkin, seeking my heart if straight,will find it's target quick,
I'll gladly die an honorable death, still remembering the arrows of cupid,
but if your sword, stealthily moves from behind, in deceit, cuts me down,
denigrates love, let darkness shout, from  where once love solemnly stood,
you'll have to be on your knees to seek forgiveness for this sin, it's no win.

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

Still, the Roman Catholic Imperial Church hasn't done all it can to atone for
persecuting humanity with their last inquisition, the global mass-**** of mostly
boys, that while more and more supposed christian al-queda do terrorist acts,
still, serial murderers masquerading as cops genocide mostly men of color,
still, newborns are ****** to death in the crib by the remocrat conspiracy's
psychic terrorism, 'the ****', and are also neutered by them, who have said
"they'll turn out to be dems or non-rems", still infancy, toddlerhood, childhood,
teenage and young adulthood years are filled with mass serial: rapings, ******
assaults, anatomical destructions, assaults, attempted maimings, muggings, beatings,
persecution, discrimination, institutional abuses, etc..  Still, 9 months after
hurricane maria tore through Puerto Rico, etc., they don't have restored electric,
adequate food and water distribution, their death toll, according to a Harvard
study, is over 4600, almost 3 times that of Katrina, and the next hurricane
season's upon us.  Still, women's reproductive rights are under constant attack,
assaults on women's health centers have escalated, as has religiously biggoted
attacks on Muslims, etc., while funding for the people's gov't'l safety net has
been drastically cut across the board, still these draconian legislations, outright
eugenics programs, aren't prosecuted by the U.N. as State Agression against people,
as indicated by the Nuremburg Accords, necessitated by ****** having done the same.  
Still, the intelligence, military, police, prison industrial complexes haven't dealt
with mass-****, inequity in prison sentencing, urgently needed prison reform, severe
lack of education of, and availability of lawyers, funds for prisoner's defenses,
the necessary prosecution of the going on two trillion dollar per year intelligence
community for purposefully not preventing the hacking of the elections of 2016, and
thereby being a part of the invisible coup that installed Trumpler, with dinos,
sinos, ginos, ainos, linos, Bernie or bust bots, Assange, wikileaks, global hackers,
Putin's puppets all.  Still Trumpler regularly attacks, denigrates American people,
institutions, the world, continually tears kids from their parents as a supposed
"disincentive", while that's human atrocity, as he continues to mock, be unfettered
by the continuing revelations, indictments, investigations of him, his campaign and
the executive branch he has installed, E.P.A.'s Pruitt, while he illegally weeds out
dempublicans, all who aren't criminal, even firing remocrats who aren't SS enough.  
His latest, his 'fixer' Cohen, getting over a million from navaritus pharma (of
course Trumpler got his cut), because The Facilitator-In-Chief is following pages
from king george (bush **** heavily invested in pharma) and his ****, cheney's
aborted by the people plan's playbook to diagnose, prescribe to most, especially
those mentally less advantaged teens who've been chosen, trained, triggered by the
remocrat conspiracy's psychic terrorism (with a disparaging wink, nod from dinos,
dempublicans), 'the ****', to do terrorist acts in schools, being on the hot seat
instead of Trumpler, and another example of State extreme hypocrisy as well as the
imploding domestic war against everything, especially nature, next generations
(the corp. structure's convoluion's devoluionarey direction vs. the evolution),
as they, merx for more through to mercs for unending unnecessary worldwide war,
cannibalize the future to replicate their past supposed profits, evermore and in
ever more cyclical, centralizing patterns. Is this also how they're assassinating
the future non-rem leaders before they even become adults?  "...We(e),..." need
everyone to speak out, stand, everyday, if not now, then when, if not here, where?

On the sidewalk there's talk of a new generation that denigrates the old ways and only lives for blue sky days,
It pays to listen to the word on the street,to jive with the beat and to cool off in the heat with a jigger of ***,
and that's *** enough for the bums and bedraggled,the stragglers left behind in this race,
there's no place for them in the new blue sky days,we'll do away with the shoddy lot of them in our secretive ways
they won't worry us no more.
Thus the unwashed are cleansed,washed away in the Thames and the streets are so sterile
fertile indeed for the new generation who'll have their babies gestated in cappuccino cafes whilst bemoaning about the demise of the 'good old days'
I'm not a part of it
never have been in the new scene
I don't want to know so I'll go and bury my head in the sand,and
hope it all goes away.

Remember those days oh so long ago
When you were too little to understand life
Where everything was given to you
And you were just a cute little kid
Back when nothing really mattered

Back when outside was a battlefield
For Cowboys and Indians in the Wild West
Or Fairy Tale Kingdoms with wars and battles
Always with sword fights with sticks and branches
When the most important thing was merely being outside

Remember when the raindrops would race down the car window
And when you would wait for your dad to come home from work at night
The days you would ride your bike to the far reaches of the end of the block
There were the days you would go for hikes in the forest
Exploring places never before known by another

Back when going to bed was hiding from monsters
The ones living under your bed
Waiting for your dangling feet
But then flying away, you were whisked away to a far land
Where your dreams would catch your every wish

Remember back when going to bed was being scared of shadows on your wall
Waiting in your closet for you to fall asleep
Then to get you in your peaceful slumber
But shadows do nothing to a sleeping little child
Because who could do anything to a sleeping child?

Don't forget those summers where you would chase fireflies in the night
And the times where you might have even caught one
But they would never stay long enough for you to love them
As soon as you had them they would fly away
And you'd never know what you missed

Remember when you would beg your parents for a play date
Where your friend could come over and play
And stomping off when they said no
Like a spoiled baby you were, since your parents gave you everything
And they loved you, how could they not?

Never forget when you couldn't wait to grow up
To get behind the wheel of a car, and take a pretty ******* a nice date
When you couldn’t wait to get away from home
To go off and discover the world apart from your parents
But today, all you want is their warm embrace once again

Remember those nights when going to bed was your worst nightmare
When that was the biggest problem in your life
You would beg your parents to keep the lights on
And when the lights went out you feared you would never see light again
That your parents hated you, but how could they ever?

Those days in the morning you’d wake up
And your parents would sing you awake
They would make you breakfast before school
They would hug you before they left for the day
And they loved you, how could they not?

The outdoors used to be a battlefield of imagination
Yet today merely waking in the morning begins the battle
And each moment of each day only fuels the war
The present is filled with fears and anxieties
And you only wish you could be young once more

You used to hide from the monsters that lived under your bed
But now you hide from the monsters that lurk in your past
The monsters that wait for you to take a wrong step
Where they might then devour you
But what could save you from these monsters?

You used to fear the shadows on the wall
But now you hide from the writing on the wall
Writing that tells lies and denigrates you
Instilling fears deep in the recesses of your soul that you may not be enough
Who could ever dispel these lies from your thirsty soul?

You used to chase fireflies in the night, and you could never quite keep them
But today you chase your dreams
And even though you might catch them
They seem still to slip through your fingertips
What could possibly put dreams back into your hand?

You used to avoid going to bed at any cost
But now you wish all the day long that you might be able to sleep
That the exhaustion might finally leave you
And you could close your eyes and get some sleep
But what could renew your infinite weariness?

You used to beg your parents that your friend might come and play
But now you don’t even know who in your life you might call a friend
There are many that surround you that call themselves friends
That falsely claim they have you at the forefront of their minds
Is there anyone that could truly be a friend to one who has no friends?

You used to shutter when the lights went off in your room and the dark came in
But now you shutter at the darkness in life
For what could pierce through the deep darkness of this life?
And save you from the terror of yourself
What could deliver you from yourself?

Remember when you would feel the warm embrace of your parents
But now you long for something even half as warm as such
As you fled from your parents, the people who love you more than anything
And you wish you might be able to feel their warm embrace in the cold of night
But there is something you might find that would be even better than that?

It is in this terrible sadness and anxiety
Where you wonder where this cold world is taking you
And you wish that you were young again in your parents house
A place where you would be safe from harm
A place where you would feel no pain

There is such a place, and it is not your parents’ house
A place where God on High looks over you
And He has saved you from the monsters that plague your mind
God on High has dispelled the lies that you are not enough
For He came to save and deliver you from all things

He has come to give you dreams that will not slip from your hand
Dreams that will come true one day, where you will be satisfied
And He came to renew your strength and **** your weariness
He came so that you may have rest, so that you will no longer tarry
He came to renew all things

He came to be a friend to one who has no friends
To stand by those who are lonely and have to one to turn
He came to deliver you from yourself
To free you from the ******* you have set yourself in
For He came to make all things new

God on High came and renewed all things
His love is warmer than a mere hug from a mother or a father
It could make even the coldest person in the coldest place of this earth warm again
He came to give life to those who have no life
For He is God on High, and we are His children, no matter how old we grow to be

First find her ripely inconsolable. She must be beautiful (squeeze the round end -- does it yield perceptibly without deformation?), yet she must think herself ******. The following factors produce this effect: a society which denigrates her, a family which ignores her, fairy-tales which tell her she fulfils herself upon belonging to a man. Once you have selected her, you must purchase. Pay with attention, time, care and compliments. Do not spend too much -- you might suffer buyer's remorse later. Then, before she is sure of herself, make demands. Tell her that her utility is based on your own convenience, and slowly browbeat until soft and creamy.

By: Cedric McClester

He thinks he’s God
So he may find it odd
That we think he’s a fraud
A mere mortal who’s flawed
Who uses veterans as props
And the cops as backdrops
He’s pulls out all stops
That man’s a Cyclops

He has tunnel vision
And he’s clearly on a mission
But he changes positions
Like the gloves of a physician
And although he may aspire
For an office that is higher
He’s your average town crier
And a world class liar

How can anyone embrace
A man who hasn’t made his case
One who denigrates by race
And has always been two face
But he draws ‘em in droves
When it should have been case closed
Which I guess just goes to show
You really never know

Ask him about the money
He reacts in ways not funny
When his nose gets runny
The picture’s not so sunny
Behind the mirrors and the smoke
What can be said about that bloke
Who most would like to choke
While praying that he croaks




Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2016.  All rights reserved.

One American right
One American wrong

One American fight
One American song

One American white
One Ameri  Con

If one Nation under God
Indivisible
Y
Yahweh or the highway
Huhhh


If equality won
Y
E pluribus sub human

What's good for the whole
What good for the union

What's freedom for each one
Without justice for Trayvon

Words with much thought
Wisely wrote but forgot

All men could be free together
But only together could man be free

Earth moon sun are three
But only all together do they become
Heavenly bodies

Sea to shining sea
En gulf to frozen mystery
What are we if we
Castrate parts of our history
While we curate the ugly past with watered down memory

The spiral mounds of the midWest the man-made lakes
And Delta dunes
Mud bugs tumbleweeds Allycats street rats
Rags and ruins
Like white and yellow lines we've all been through em

Don't lose your heart we're too close to the start
Of something beautiful
You see these potholes become waterfalls
World wars become
Redemption songs and until we
Truly see each other keep asking
Why can't we all just get along?

But let's keep asking it
The answer will be echoed
The truth will reverberate
Soon we will find that love rings louder than hate

Soon we'll find mute much better on most channels 1- 8
Any channels profiting to opine you only what denigrates
AM rifts while FM skates in 50 of our 55 states
We assume two makes 4 but we play with fire
And keeping score in a game that's no game
Death is the only thing that comes from war

What makes you great can make you weak
If you can't look back and reckon with what was trampled under feet
What makes you great can make you weak
When simplicity is chosen over detail reality ( tweek)
What makes you great can make you weak
When macho men can't be questioned while in seat
What makes you think is what should make you retweet

Example
The statement they tried to make
No discrimination everyone has an equal stake
But not a single number does this statement equate
When 0 out of any American lobby more than a corporate

Sample
The right to bear with the right to speak
But they can no knock and release the heat
But not one bank in jail when you have no food to eat
No peace and Justice in the street
When the leadership can't apologize or reverse the rally speech
You want kids to participate
but you only talk to them about what you hate
No words to which they relate
Next thing they know you ban the apps they populate
Now who they gonna tolerate?
You disenfranchise before you meditate
vilify right before their eyes left
To roll a rainbow of how both sides are deaf

Noxious body under distortion
Innocence got stolen without his permission
Immoral act and dangerous weapon
The killer of our younger generation

His story denigrates by the hypocrites
Atrocious crime of the reprobates
Who ended his life with pernicious gun
Followed by their vicious, facetious laugh

They shot him dead straight to his head
Penetrate his brain that’s how it ends
Goodbye my friend ‘till we meet again

See you at the other side~

GET HER OUT OF THE PIT!

Get her out of that pit of unhappiness,
where you have condemned her to live.
Out of that cave of insecurity!
Out of that ditch which defiles and ashamed her.
Take out of any pit that denigrates her.
Get her out any pit that speaks death to her life!
Take her out of that pit of loneliness,  you have condemned her to reside in!

Pull her out of that pit and bather her!
Bathe her in the River Nile.
Sanctify her in Christ Jesus!
Bathe her with jasmine leaves.
Bather her and embalm her with the scent of freedom!
Bathe her in blessed and clean flowing water!

Dress her, in the fines cotton and silk fibers.
Dress her in fibers of happiness.
Dress her with lace of purity and kindness.

Feed and nourished her being.
Prepare for her a sunny picnic facing the ocean.
Prepare her a dinner with a full moon.
Prepare a delicacy of bliss and joy.

Educate her!
Educate her in poetry.
Help her forget the graves of her captivity in the words of poets who speak;
of hope, of love,
of the magic of new day,
the charm of waking up in gentle arms,
tell her about flying in an open sky with missing wings, with broken wings,
yet so celestial is the flight that seeks its destiny against all odds!

Take her out of that pit!
Bathe her!
Dress her!
Feed her!
Educate her!
Be the ****** for that woman. Be the ****** for you!

But you must
………………………………….GET HER OUT OF THAT PIT!

LeydisProse
6/11/2017
https://m.facebook.com/LeydisProse/


Sácala!
Sácala del hoyo!
Sácala de la fosa de infelicidad donde la has condenado a vivir.
Sácala de esa cueva de inseguridad!
Sácala de lo que la indigna.
Sácala de lo que la avergüenza.
Sácala de lo que la denigra.
Sácala de las palabra que la rompen.
Sácala de la soledad!
Sácala y bañala!
Báñala en el Río Nilo.
Santificála en el nombre de JesusCristo!
Báñala en hojas de jazmín
Báñala en perfume de libertad!
Báñala en agua fluyente, limpia, y bendita!
Vístela en algodón y seda.
Vístela en fibras de felicidad.
Vístela en encajes de pureza.
Dale de comer, nutre su ser.
Preparele un día soleado frente al mar.
Prepárale una cena en una luna llena.
Prepárale un manjar de sonrisas.
Educala!
Educala en la poesía.
Ayúdale al olvidar las fosas del cautiverio, en las letras de los que hablan;
de esperanza,
de la magia de un despertar,
del amor en brazos sin maldad,
de volar con medias alas, con alas rotas,
más ven un cielo destinado para ella.
Sácala,
Báñala
Vístela
Dale de comer
Educala
Se tu una heroína para cada mujer!
LeydisProse
6/11/2017

I hope this is the voice of writers in general, however humble.

Every writer's intention is to share his thoughts.  He doesn't compel the reader to buy or read his book. It's natural of him to write/say this:
'here I am writing what I am thinking and about my experience....'.

But life is never short of philistines.  A few might even say:
' Don't advertise before me!'

That the person should articulate the above shows how low- down he/she is---it smacks of ill-will, ignorance, contempt and spite, immaturity and in the worst case--schadenfreude!

Confucius  the sage (600 BC) wrote about the chun-tze (the gentleman, the perfect person) who is kind, tolerant, encourages learning, practises humility, kindness, generosity, shows respect for all people, and delights in the success of others and never denigrates others as the xiao-ren (the 'small' or inferior person) does.

Confucianism has captured the imagination of the West which has openly declared that the founder was among the world's greatest philosophers.

Was the sage advertising himself? If he were so,  would he have survived for over 2,500 years?

Anyone who dares say that the writer is an advertiser must be among the most deplorable.  He or she should be pitied!

Politics! What a crazy beast--
One that fiercely polarizes
Couples, friends, relatives, and nations
And often denigrates compromises.

You might interpret a situation
From a completely opposite perspective
From how I understand it, for our
Listening skills are oddly selective.

To me a right that goes without saying,
Might be a dangerous threat to you.
Likewise, a cause that's close to your heart
Is one I might not take kindly to.

Politics shouldn't be so divisive.
After all, it's plain to see
That everyone would get along
If everybody thought like me.

-by Bob B (6-20-17)

Drifting out across eternities there's no reason for the implied meaning...
Of the one soulless window relegating
Virtue to impress a, soulful asunder, guardian of the depraved
For that virtue binds the integral fascination
To review any principle within.. that moment ...
Therein spineless front which denigrates
Onto a microfiche when the whole of erroneous examplature
Accessible is our landscape shouldering the yearning for
the violent outbreak
A leaf a shrub a vine and rivers only hassles any one
persistence knows of the sort
(brake)
Exemplification drenches furrows of enlightened, this apogee
sent not for the gender or of race
Or what makes comprehension before it?!
The fascinations of factions of persons who believe, endure
Self taught reasons, a face for arguing, rather than beseech they atone to learn
What central devolving fresh thought hinders the use of such philosophy?
The negative review of the very exchange, rapine, when found is virtue of altruistic and proud epiphany?
One may wished to have claimed afore as necessity...
Avenues of negativity suspend course!
and excessive janitorial clumsy virtue transcends!
For lack of suave ambitious truth the negativity turns to supersedent personal...
strength... that RENDERS

Must we all be born, previously a zygote and more through
friction busters whether(strike the lustors) the minds or bodies of...
... ... ...
... the front end
blasphemous
fender
******!

My cousins are dead because of you Norman Cousins swearer to masonic blood oaths. Cousin Cousine gave hope to my cousins & me & to Ted Danson, Ned Manson, Fred Janssen & Jed Hanson. Ship now Stanley ** or forever hold your shipments for the sudden crapping-out of nice people is what I'm gambling on. Marilyn Monroe is unforgettable especially since corporators never relent in keeping her name & likeness before the public. By the 7th day of an electrical black-out feminism will be no more as the natural order of things will be restored. The cancer-afflicted girls who make the news are suffering from radiation sickness. Radiation sickness cures nothing. Radiation sickness denigrates the immune system. Next stop: doughnut shop for APPLAUSE & APPLE SAUCE, a simple sample of Pederson's shrimp in shambles & shims in sandals with a dosage o' ol': allopathism, regionalism, nationalism, emotionalism, rationalism, pyorrhea, diarrhea, gonorrhea, Cary Grant, Gary Crant, Crary Gant, Grary Cant, Carry Gant, Carr Ganty, Garr Canty, Granty Car, Ganty Carr, Garnt Cary, Carnt Gary, Carnty Gar, Garnty Car, Arnty Garc, Arnty Grac, Ranty Garc & the man who stands above others: Ranty Grac. Help me dead Dave Dudley to rave studly then pave mud free with Neil Diamond to **** Neil Simon worshiper of: Satan's hollyhock tree Hollywood; **** Dolly's Dollywood; Tamil's Kolly-wood; Bomay's Bollywood & fair airplay for the not-so-fair *******' Nollywood where whitey ain't welcomed even as a token.
   Malignant cells are electrostatically-charged negative as is the immune system. Like-charges repel one another making it impossible for the immune system to mount a direct assault on malignant structures so, instead, benignant cells build a tumorous mass to contain the clutch of cancerous cells. If the immune system could attack cancer, mammalian pregnancy (gestation to term) wouldn't be possible as pre-embryonic cells (which are virtually indistinguishable from malignant cells) would be defined by the immune system as invasive & condemned to destruction & absorption.
   It's minimum-wage day in Albania! Grab a strange Albanian woman's *** to get the fun started and the ball rolling!

Citizens of  Hell
~A Collection of Poetry Reflecting the Seven Deadly Sins~
Growing, Fading
He eats children alive
He does not discriminate one feast from another, but takes them both
He slaughters precious animals by the brood and gobbles up entire herds
Most disgustingly, he keeps a young maid by his side
To whet his appetite with a bite from her neck,
To cleanse his palette with a chomp from her shoulder
To clean himself with a swipe at her stomach
And to give himself that special seasoning with her tears.
Tis sickening to watch and maddening to ponder
How a kindhearted boy from a loving home can morph into a monster,
Yes, a monster of a man with only food on his mind
And only avarice in his fatty heart.
There is nothing more to him than that anymore;
For, as his body grows and grows, bulging til it takes over the building,
His person simply withers to nothing and the shriveled up corps fades.
Persistence
I crave my brother’s wife.
I care not for other birds
But this bird!
How I wish I could lure her to my feeder
But alas!
She is not mine to feed,
She belongs wholly to my brother
And thinks of me as family, only as family
Oh what sweet misery is the human struggle!
Oh what sweet horror is the pesky libido!
And lest a dream become far too sweet to bear,
How the subject of such ideas must be taken!
What a misery, what misery indeed is this life!
What agony I have inside me for this woman,
A woman of womanly arts, a woman of womanly graces
What desire I have for this mistress of the mind, heart, and body
But a woman, nonetheless, whose faith lies with my brother.
Must my tears persist? Aye, they cannot go
Until so goes this craving for a woman who is never to be mine.
Cash Cow
Jewels weighing her down
Silk and mink hiding her skin
Custom designed just for her, every stitch
But she is still growing ever-more plastic
Her heart is walled by the icy frosting
That dangles from her ears
And she can’t see anything but the money
That’s all her business has ever been to her
Just acquiring billions, only meant to be a cash cow
And her children are no different- they’re cash cows.
But the joke is on her
Because the runner of all these cash cows, their fortunate owner
Is nothing but a cow for cash herself.
Faith
What need have I for faith
When I have myself?
My superiority brought me here,
So it can bring me farther, can’t it?
High intelligence denigrates luck
And great strength beats luck anyday.
So what need have I for faith,
What need have I for being faithful,
When I only need myself
And what need have I for truth
When I am the supreme truth.
I’d take my chances with myself over your faith,
One Body
This is the embodiment of those feelings that break hearts,
A weeping willow that fertilizes the whole earth with her downpour of tears
A rushing river that rips away chunks of the earth in his messy wallowing
Fearful firestorms that don’t discriminate in their destruction for the loss they feel
This is the curse of  beings wrapped up in emotion that betrays them-
A blazing agony that trickles down full-scale to all it can touch
And this- yes this!- is what makes the earth one body.
This
Nothing like it, nothing that rises in fury to equal its level
There is only one thing just like this feeling,
Only one thing that burns the world down like this
Perhaps that’s why it has no fitting name-
Any description would be a misnomer, an understatement
This is the big bang repeated over and over in the mind
This is the moment your mother is ripped from you for good
This is the swing that strikes you down, forces you out
This is what leaves one broken shell against a world
And it cannot be described with enough raging emotion.
This is what Hell is made of.
*****
Laying on the couch,
Motionless, expressionless,
Just playing dead, and feeling it.
Wallowing in a web of blanks-
No cause, no care, no life in you.
You’re just reducing yourself to worthless
And you’ve lost all your *****.

Pull the Space
Pull the string of bow now
When the Heaven’s Giants plow
Ways so arable of Stars
To make Venus meet with Mars.

This Conjuncture’s final Date
Forces Worlds to contemplate:
What Interpretation is
Of translated Meaning squeezed?..

Piercing Squeezed be at a Time
When are broken Rhythm and Rhyme,
When Togetherness is Feat
And the Waters must be lit,

When the Fire to flow waits,
Elevated denigrates
To just Flash on someone’s Brow -
Then there’s space for Crime and Crow!..

Ready’s Weapon of the Air
Be in Age of Disrepair:
On the so wet Planet Dirt
Dominant is Certain Word.

Only Time will ever show
The Perfection of that Bow
And of Arrows stretch and grace –
To expand the measured space.

As a humanist, there's nothing more appealing to me than 'the religion of man'---the truth, integrity and honesty of the person.
He has to practise what he says, or he is a liar and traitor to himself.

Knowing how imperfect he is,  he humbles himself to be a better person but doesn't chide, denigrates or punishes himself in the fullest knowledge of his frailty as a human being.  This consciousness is not a self-indictment but rather an incentive for him to move forward to becoming a more wholesome person--he fully recognises that this is a lifelong process and that it is a journey he must take on his own, even at the cost of lonely pain and misery-
he can rely on no one as he must be his own guide and teacher-
this is a test of his own humaneness--he has to make his way through Via Dolorosa to find the salvation in his own religion.
The fetters that have held him back must be shaken off, his fears have to be dislodged, his doubts have to be cleared, his insight must be sharpened,  his dirt has to be washed off, his old clothes must be discarded,  his view of life must be larger and wider than his selfish past's and his view of people must be fair and humane, shorn of pride, blame, criticism and judgement, his faith and creed has to find its foundation on unshakeable grounds, his pursuit should be toward the sublime and beautiful and his compassion must spring from the fountain of his heart.

How hard it is to be a worthy human being!
Yet, there's a huge potential for good in everyone-
each heart has a candle to be kindled but it has been laid latent for too long and has to be brought into light in the process of self-discovery.

If and when there is light, would darkness not have altogether disappeared?