"revenging" poems
in a world where we pray to be united
within the grasp of wholehearted humanity
standing tall
we sink in the dirt beneath our feet
and holding our heads up high we sing with the utmost pride
a song of which becomes a chanting notion
setting the tone for revenging entities
growing weary of the unwanted waste we toss our visions in the sea
without daring to take the promising chance
how are we to stand together
in a castle built to crumble in its past?
and yet we become the fools
lost in the fight and lost in our grieving
we walk the streets with our banners and our anger
without understanding what we are feeling
let me take you back to nineteen sixty three
when we marched on Washington
and we were lead by a King
what merely started as the seed of a dream
became the prelude to never ending history
yet with each milestone comes adversaries
and we still cry the tears of our fallen fathers
we still cry to be free
but remember my brothers and sisters
to be mindful in your actions
for blood does not wash blood away
and because the tongue can be a sword
be mindful of every single word you say
the whole world is unjust
be emotional if you must
but the time is now to be reflective
to be knowledgeable
to be respected
because the hearts of our sons and daughters
still need to be protected
the sun my still set orange
and they moon may still shine white
the day may still end at quarter to
the moment everything is night
and in each passing day are you going to become the change that is needed to win the fight?
are you going to do what's right?
Sep 1, 2015
Sep 1, 2015 at 6:35 PM UTC
transducer -
a device that receives a signal in the form of one type of energy and converts it to a signal in another form: A microphone is a transducer that converts acoustic energy into electrical impulses
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so many names,
none of them, kind,
none of them, nice words
The A, The B, The C word.
she would laugh and mock a spite and spittle filled man's
feeble curses and flit off to
charge her battery, steal electric life,
from a new outlet, another male body.
now a queen bee, regaling me,
her private audience,
with takes and tales,
of newly arrived
used up worker-boys,
her pleasure sources,
discards after a
singed single discharging/recharging
why come back to me,
what perversity,
did I supply?
she was elegant,
not stupid mean,
she was royal, imaginative,
her conception of a life well lived
was freedom from responsible,
self servicing,
the only motive
the negative pole, was I,
her cruelties energy, supplied
she was a transducer,
she was a re-former,
making her hate into her positivity
the original sin, mine,
hardly original, a cheating a beating,
plot of a rerun, rerun
the fist of being her
first
and then,
her last,
and now her only,
was
her curse returned,
sevenfold unending
her vocabulary was her deeds,
and her stories,
raw rut, well writ,
notated with selfies,
to insure my eyes agonists,
lest I cover my ears
I am your Transducer
she boasted,
pronouncing it languidly,
completing its proclamation
with the venom of a shotgun
I am your
Transsssssss-ducer!
I am a woman more sinned against than sinning,^
I am a woman more avenged by revenging,
I have taken your energy,
learned your cruelty,
and it has transformed me.
Feb 2, 2014
Feb 2, 2014 at 4:40 AM UTC
With humility heart
Kindness jungle through stars
Pointing accommodation in distance
Revenging mind of resolution
World babies milk suffering
Eyes pouring of anger.
people of different society
sword always blood eye
swing if man betrays
if speak we create
revolting mind of past
irokos of enslavement
when shall middle fingers
equals other? creator metacarpal
future a bird in the sky.
Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 4:30 AM UTC
this type of disrespectfulness
that all the idiots of all times
have called **********
an essential irony
affecting the taste of instincts
are you revenging?
are you making a soldier out of rationality?
don’t seek reasons to confirm
these feelings
eventually we fake ourselves
and accept the testimony of feelings
in the face of the enemy
in the face of the unfound truth
the aim of the artist
is ideological
an thus he is a human
he saves his own
morality
from being mutilated
the world as a mistake
a disgraceful yearning
with an instinct of self-preservation
which seeks nothing
refusing wars
against the impotents
and this type of disrespectfulness
coalesced with him
call “love”
Feb 26, 2014
Feb 26, 2014 at 6:59 AM UTC
Your love seems to every morning
Clouding by darkest wind
I'm driest as slime
Oh you , Oh soul
Take my tear
And pick up my candle
Poor in my happiness
Days and me !
Without you in lethargy
Plonk there , and here !
Will you come?
Take him from here
A Heart didn't roaring
No longer revenging
Take him ,oh Ishtar
If he belong to antar
Afflicted to your love
You ,Oh blondy
I'll sailing without get boring
Poseidon wishing me leaving
I'll foraying hearts doesn't get bored
& Villages and grain
Singing a love without illness
Oct 20, 2015
Oct 20, 2015 at 6:52 PM UTC
the company
you own
feels you are unwanted
children and grandchildren
though surrounded by
can make you feel lonely
moving back to your
old village
revenging you by failing
to bring
young man out of you
a fear
a burden
to the Mother Earth
praying
praying
your preparedness
to change body....
Sep 8, 2016
Sep 8, 2016 at 10:02 PM UTC