"usurpation" poems
Palestinian Liberty
I hear your cries, I harken to your call,
Beautiful children, loving mothers I see you all,
Weeping orphans, bereaved parents I share your tears,
The bombs fall, panic, chaos I feel your fears.
Stay strong children of Palestine,
Stay strong oh family of mine,
For the day shall surely come,
When we will rise up as one.
Mutilated corpses, Rivers of blood,
Severed limbs lay on your sanctified mud,
Upon which prophets and martyrs stood,
Pillars of faith, your forebears, upholding all that is good.
You gave refuge to your captives in their hour of need,
You roots of usurpation, you planted that seed,
Graciously breaking bread with the holocaust survivors,
It is you who carry the standard of the emancipators,
Now it is you who call out for the liberators.
Will we laugh or cry at the irony,
That only the men of Palestine carry the bravery,
That only the women of Palestine bear the humanity,
That only the children of Palestine possess the capacity,
To sacrifice, to provide liberty.
Aug 6, 2016
Aug 6, 2016 at 5:19 AM UTC
Usurpation of a universe unwound,
see our past, see now a passion,
see those seasons
in reverse,
pause now at our first gilded glance,
see the story told by slow motion segue the silent gaze of sacred smiles
forward now
for pillow bites and midnight
saliva, arched back muffled *******
don't let your man hear that
sound:::
every day we would crucify “the self” on a carnal cross of
butterfly stomachs
and magic morning messages
now we long for a time
of
steamed windows, pressed handprints, prologued by the type of arcane lust confessionals that saturate the seams of ******* till the cotton thread
sees through
she still had nervous eyes when her finger tips said
"again"
Jul 27, 2018
Jul 27, 2018 at 11:17 PM UTC
Satan Rejoices:
On Day when Life Resurrects,
Lives sacrificed to despise Life,
that Death begets Death
and Death is stronger than Life.
Satan Rejoices:
For Lies are believed and Died for,
that the Desecration of Life's Sanctity
and Usurpation of God's Authority
are rewarded and glorifies God.
Satan Rejoices:
Brother turns against Brother,
Cain reigned supreme,
Circle of Revenge and Hatred turns,
Evil and Sword worshiped.
But Abel's blood still speaks
Blood-soaked Earth's cries are heard
Victory is assured but unseen
Patience is mercy not weakness
Evil shall judge Evil
Apr 21, 2019
Apr 21, 2019 at 7:50 PM UTC
Soma
a pharmaceutical usurpation
some subjunctive psychedelic
noxious decoction
of the capital kind
wrought by unoriginality
a conjuring elixir
to ignite the material mind
Maya
will have you
if you don't recognize
behind appearances
is always a disguise
beyond the superficial
over what eyes can surveil
may entitle you to what is
to be entailed
Yuga
beyond the ages
beyond the sages
epochs and eras
multiplied to infinity
expecting some recourse
exponential beyond sanity
gauges of the cyclical planetary
Akasha
ubiquitous aether
all pervading
all invading
revelations' recordings
substratum of
then and now
rife marshaler of how
Ishwara
great atman
ultimate overseer
transcending all time
cosmic conscience
consciousness sublime
beyond everything
sight unseen
Samadhi
reign over me
the be all and end all
of life's raisons d'être
superconsciousness
enlightenments
bestowal
of divine grace and mercy
Gunas
by knowledge of these moods
this will allow you
ambrosia of all roads
in your journey ahead
to navigate solely
without flag or fail
through equipoise unassailed
Ahimsa
through this your lips
can no longer trespass
over your welfare
or the welfare of any other
true liberation
from human inebriation
true love for one another
Siddhis
they will misunderstand you
not being like the same
eschewing commonality
for the perfected mindscape
a narrowed perspective
to focus more completely
upon the rarest of views
Om
what can be said
of this holiest sound
that permeates all ethers
the skies and the grounds
Brahman of this plane
and all that surrounds
now perish all that confounds
Jul 27, 2016
Jul 27, 2016 at 7:06 PM UTC
_/There is no fellow in the firmament._
but only fire can cast down raging blood,
running through the city, flagrant
smoke on a collonade of scepters, raised
— line by line: note the conspirator in the masses
_Doth not Brutus brotherless kneel?/_
traitorous hands, leaking red
_/Speak hands, for me!_
— from a dagger plunged deep through the heart of eruption it
spills chaotical, arterial, sinful
down and down ribbons of life
crown in rotation: halted
on tumbling tyrrant, passes guiltless largesse from hand sought to
hands yet seeking, searching
[whisperings]
"but on what grounds is usurpation justified?"/
"what cavity yet persists in the dawn of these reds rising?"
kneeling king, sodden with loss
bend for me —
_Et tu, Bruté?/_
screamitbloodymurdersingitholydivination
_Then fall, Caesar._
Mar 9, 2019
Mar 9, 2019 at 10:34 PM UTC
Oh Rome,
You came to our shores
But long before
You conquered
Us with war
You stole our gods
We knew not what for.
You dressed them up
With brand new names
Added some paint and
Gave them new games
And this is how
We were tamed
Not with shame
But with the usurpation
Of our religious nation.
Oh Rome,
We were already in your homes
****** martyrs, no longer nomads
The tribes had come together
Tethered to each other within forever
Hungry, but unwilling to be bought
Craving less enslaving
Never reaching what we sought.
We had our one true god
To hell with you and all your pagans
Our souls were purified and no gentiles
Needed saving.
Till Constantine combined
The Christians with the pagan mind
And once again the powers that be
Stole and controlled our religion you see.
We were tamed
Not with shame
But with the usurpation
Of our religious nation
Feb 11, 2017
Feb 11, 2017 at 7:02 PM UTC
Will history ever alter her ego across the seven seas of my swelling heart?
I love your unkempt hair, as it reminds me of a slippery ghost with unfathomable locks within the bounds of gender usurpation.
I must now make contact with my forefathers who hearken from ancient pastures of nether region mysteries.
As we balance freedom with permission, we can abandon ourselves to economic conundrums where we shake hands with our master.
I love your blackened pupils as they remind me of a casual vortex which seductively spirals into the abyss.
Lost authenticity has been retrieved.
May 5, 2015
May 5, 2015 at 9:55 PM UTC
Whisper, shiver,
Quake with fright,
A devil's voice is heard tonight.
Shifting dreams of
Usurpation
Fill the leader of
this nation.
"Come and make
These voices leave,
All this wicked
Whirlwind relieve -
Your music has a
Soothing power,
O'er this demon's
Constant glower
So come and sing,
You shepherd warrior;
Come and frighten
My destroyer."
Aug 10, 2019
Aug 10, 2019 at 11:36 AM UTC
"When the people become ignorant & corrupt ... Usurpation is then an easy attainment, and a usurper soon found."-Pres. James Monroe
Apr 28, 2016
Apr 28, 2016 at 2:08 AM UTC