If you take a chance and glance
           Beyond that which is called
            Extenuating circumstance.
You may see that the powers that be.  
Seek justice ..but only for a system
         That they rely on to maintain
              . ......A  status quo
          A stagnant pool of nepotism
                    Slash latent schism
                       Where division...
                ....Trumps any decision
    Where progress might find a foothold
       Where justice demands they trust US
               To control a destiny
              Once promised on paper
        That has been perverted
                            Diverted
           Until it is now a point of such
                      Vehement derision
That stagnation seems so ingrained
          That it's acceptance
               Is as routine
          As the gavels banging
    Or the detention door clanging
                 That it should rattle
                     To the very core
                        Any citizen
            Who believes in the idea of
                Freedom ,human rights
        And the pursuit of happiness
     Reality is often a hard pill to swallow
  Especially when the acidic water
                  Of the shrinking pool
              That we all inhabit.. has...
                  ...Stopped breathing
                   And is slowly dying
      While some keep denying
           That anything is wrong
                     No need to believe
                      That  trouble looms
                         On the horizon
                  So choked with smoke
     That the sun struggles to deliver
          Any promise --dusk or  dawn
         And troubled waters rise up
            In rebellious consternation
        Spilling into unfamiliar places
                             As it chases
       Destitution onto higher ground
                          Of desperation
                              And alienation
          Revelations will soon dictate
    Maybe way ..way ..too late
 That hesitation is becoming as absolute
As inspired introspection is becoming obsolete
        The status quo is all they know
              Those who have the power
      To pull the world together
         But haven't got the will power
               To do anything
                   That might cause them
          To take a chance and glance
               Beyond that which we call
         An extenuating circumstance.

If you take a chance and glance
           Beyond that which is called
            Extenuating circumstance.
You may see that the powers that be.  
Seek justice ..but only for a system
         That they rely on to maintain
              . ......A  status quo
          A stagnant pool of nepotism
                    Slash latent schism
                       Where division...
                ....Trumps any decision
    Where progress might find a foothold
       Where justice demands they trust US
               To control a destiny
              Once promised on paper
        That has been perverted
                            Diverted
           Until it is now a point of such
                      Vehement derision
That stagnation seems so ingrained
          That it's acceptance
               Is as routine
          As the gavels banging
    Or the detention door clanging
                 That it should rattle
                     To the very core
                        Any citizen
            Who believes in the idea of
                Freedom ,human rights
        And the pursuit of happiness
     Reality is often a hard pill to swallow
  Especially when the acidic water
                  Of the shrinking pool
              That we all inhabit.. has...
                  ...Stopped breathing
                   And is slowly dying
      While some keep denying
           That anything is wrong
                     No need to believe
                      That  trouble looms
                         On the horizon
                  So choked with smoke
     That the sun struggles to deliver
          Any promise --dusk or  dawn
         And troubled waters rise up
            In rebellious consternation
        Spilling into unfamiliar places
                             As it chases
       Destitution onto higher ground
                          Of desperation
                              And alienation
          Revelations will soon dictate
    Maybe way ..way ..too late
That hesitation is becoming as absolute
As inspired introspection is becoming obsolete
        The status quo is all they know
              Those who have the power
      To pull the world together
         But haven't got the will power
               To do anything
                   That might cause them
          To take a chance and glance
               Beyond that which we call
         An extenuating circumstance.

The stars' reflections flicker within daring eyes,
The poetics of nature linger within my fleeting guise.

Cigarette lips making me feel like I'm alright,
Begging out the best version of me tonight.

Proudly bringing this moment to it's crisis',
Free in the grasp of golden irises.

Torching the remnants of my minds manuscripts,
Warmer than the feeling I find between your hips.

Forgetting time and just thinking of you and me,
Because by morning I don't know who I'll be.

When I become a prisoner of my own indecision,
And confidence becomes subject to a hundred private derisions.

I'll pry and **** upon words that mean something,
Analyze until they're reduced to sweet nothings.

Meekly **** all traces of nerve and boldness,
Leaving only memory of a temporary indulgence.

That for you will soon hastily forget;
But I will hold as a lovely regret.

crowds can call out derisions
to the ceilings echo the wages
of minnows shored
tales of your innocence
brightly sparkle
as diamonds culled
from oysters shelled
a vessel floated calls her name
it has set sail
along a closer destination
from thy port
speak as the devil might and
claim the rightly port to hull
survey the wind oh August wind
a September dawns
and memories can fade like women
waving from a shore
I wish for you to make
a wave of congratulations
but you sent missives
to my mate
I set sail  a while ago
I float now
above any waves
the sea might try to sink
me into

There is an infinity
between the walls of this room
there is an ephemeral affinity
between midnight and noon
and the curtains at last
would bring rise to an absence
while the ceiling has seen
all our natural afflictions
derisions, incisions left lasting
from storms and from partings
given thoughts it would form
the most honest predictions
there is an infinity
between our vacant caresses
that exist yet only
when my mind digresses

The Gate to Hell Opens Wide, or Binding All Slaves with "Sin"

"There is no righteous man on earth who does good and never sins."
— The Old Testament.
"If we say we have no sin, we deceive ourselves, and the truth is not in us."
— The New Testament.


We paint them all with "sin" and grime,
Even those of younger time,
So the fools, enslaved by lies,
Stay obedient, stay blind.

Marching in a fascist order,
Thinking they will build their fortune,
For the price of pain and loss —
They’ll be petted up by "Gods."

Grins of Lucifer shine brightly —
Fake beliefs and science fight thee.
Propaganda seals the lie,
Dumbs them down—no "how" or "why."

Madmen, lost, submit and falter
In this world, so strange, so altered.
Shall we call it Hell’s Front Door?
Since it breeds the fiends of war.

First they break you, call it training,
Then "education" starts the chaining.
Minds are kneaded, shaped, then bound —
Once you’re caught, you won’t be found.

If you trust and let them fool you,
If you yield—there’s no renewal.
Cross the point of no return,
And the Beast will watch you burn.

Sin, to fiends, feels like a warning,
Yet they bow to Hell each morning,
Bending lower, more and more —
Till the flames are at their door.

Soon that gate will gape and swallow,
No escape—no hole to burrow.
Hell’s deep rabbit hole awaits,
And you’re walking through its gates…



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The Plumbing of Unconscious Minds

Will a plunger clear the brain,
Wash the clogs of thought away?
Fools won’t budge with truth so biting—
Lost for good if not igniting…



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Perverted School

Not a teacher—just a grinder,
Molds your mind and strains it tighter.
Breed of beasts will make you kneel—
Only fools obey and yield.

Mindless petting—that’s the lesson,
If you cast out thought’s possession.
“Knowledge” piles in rotten stacks,
Crushing sense—just empty tracks.



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Fear and Delusion

Storefronts, cages, screens that glisten,
Endless scrolling, vacant vision.
Aging doll, your mind’s enslaved,
Trapped in fear and thoughts depraved.

Starting fresh? Too late, it’s fleeting—
World will burn, its end is nearing.
Honor’s lost, the mind is weak,
Crushed and shriveled, frail and bleak.



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Truth Grows on the Soil of Delusion

"I would never die for my beliefs, because I might be wrong."
— Bertrand Russell


To die for lies—how blind, how vain!
Just feeding madness, fanning flames,
While pompous frauds, with hollow claims,
Still twist the world to fit their games.

A swarm of sellouts rules the stage,
Their rotten guilds of bought-out scholars.
How low they’ve sunk! How fierce their rage!
Truth drowned beneath their tainted dollars.

Yet through delusions runs the Search,
Each step—a bridge to something newer.
The stubborn seeker dares to lurch
Through falsehood’s fog toward glimpses truer.

And in their hands, worn raw by lies,
Truth’s grains, like dust, may briefly glisten,
Till ******* hands, with cunning guise,
Recast them—warped—so none will listen.

Press through their noise, through filth and fraud,
Ignore their words, their gilded prisons.
Move toward the Light—heed not the fog,
Or drown within their dark derisions.

Your inner sense will show the way,
While logic guides—its hand unshaken.
So fear and madness fade away
In seas where many minds have broken.



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Nonsense Is Useful, Gibberish Is Light

Nonsense shines, a guiding ray,
For the mind that's gone astray.
Sickly thoughts, a fearful haze,
Trapped in madness, lost in maze.

Stacks of “knowledge”—all in vain,
Drowned in lies that still remain.
Just be “useful,” serve the crowd—
Drop your science, bow and cow!



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Pure Sport

Push and strain with all your might,
Still, you’ll place a hundredth tight.
Gold’s no prize for sweat and grit—
Money shapes the game’s deceit.

Honor, conscience—cast away,
Chasing records, blind obey.
Every cheat is quick and bold—
Sick of faces smug with gold…



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Chimeras Unchained

Delusions run wild,
The mind’s torn apart.
March on, young defilers—
Bring doom from the start!



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Seek Knowledge Boldly, Fiercely, True

Seek knowledge boldly, all your days,
Let nothing turn you from its ways.
For nonsense here is freely spread—
And drives the blind toward the edge.



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"The Perfect Life"

A tiny, cozy little nest,
Where all feels safe, where all seems best.
Drifting deep in sweet repose,
Forgetting all—how life just flows.

That’s the dream the herd protects,
Feeding Evil’s grand success.
Casting Conscience far aside,
Where it rots and breaks their lives.

Till the end, the fate is grim—
Shameless ones consumed by sin.



--- Total 10 poems. ---