"vilification" poems
His vilification and forgery of happiness
Had scorned her love
And as he used to lay down
On the sweet and soft river bed
With the placid waves merging around him
The Crepuscular light peeking at twilight
He watches herfrom the corner of both eyes
Tearing apart as another man caresses her
He breaks even further apart
As he misses her warm embrace
Her silky touch on his ragged face
Her crisp ogling through his mind into his soul
Her precious love had him engaged
Her mellifluous persuasive voice had been
What he missed the most
He desired to taste such love again,
But he knew and he knew
That there is none quite equal to her
Jun 14, 2018
Jun 14, 2018 at 2:52 AM UTC
Do you understand me ?
Do you feel the way that I see ?
Do you understand love and peace and prosperity ?
ABC's and quasi bravery ?
Is your life centric around a certain sense of chaos ?
Mindless, cajoling with an ironic sense of pathos,
Pathetic and burning without any sort of love
Deeming yourself worthy of loving from above.
Knowing that winging your a lame winged dove,
Holding yourself backwards with a half lazy cuff.
You don't relate,
For you I grate
Writing down all this
I don't want to think anymore
My weariness is overwhelming,
Though though I hate it,
I find the process calming.
**** um, yeah
The end.
Aug 16, 2012
Aug 16, 2012 at 1:28 PM UTC
The pavement is full of spurious persons,
Training each other to pretend they're eclectic,
Using differences to assert the vilification of mankind.
Cross from them stands the truth,
Perspicaciously watching
The hedonists
Be not heedful,
Listening to their speeches full of trifling, inconsequential consequences.
A furtive plan snakes from the mouth to the ears of the truth,
Manipulating it to bolster the lies.
The belief that everyone deserves rights
Akin, alike, homogeneous, to the human nextto him,
Is brought down with the laud, the praise, the inception of the end.
May 7, 2013
May 7, 2013 at 7:54 AM UTC
In the face of infinity, I stumbled to an instigator.
I must have known how furtive the ****** dotard was.
An epidemic stereotype would barely drawl an insurgent.
The tremendous vilification acurred.
Here comes the futile virtuoso with his interminable intransigence.
The vivacity dynamic banality of an unconscious programmed robot.
Sep 16, 2016
Sep 16, 2016 at 7:35 PM UTC
damage has always been your forte -
an expertise,
your recalcitrant venom.
you annihilate
before they could burn you
and your fortress is painted
in a deep, metallic rouge.
you wear the word 'vicious'
like a crown;
loyal weapon tucked neatly in the
taverns of your mouth.
you are adroit with words, after all.
such a fine weapon,
such a clean cut.
realms bow down, subjects to terror.
sweet vilification's best served
in your court.
not one soul would dare to beard
the lion,
no single breath,
shall make your empire topple.
the caucus adjourns; your grip is slipping
you may be the head,
but we
are
the
body.
your realm will rot
from the inside.
May 31, 2018
May 31, 2018 at 11:42 PM UTC
replicas oft go on display
reproductions of the real thing
recast in an aping array
ripping off the principle's ring
every now and then they'll be seen
espousing that they're genuine
e'en taking credit for the breen
ergo this be not of true line
verily stealing other's word art
very little conscience do they show
villains are those of thieving cart
vilification we pour on their glow
eyes on the look out always glean
embezzling plagiarist's grotty hands
ever looting original bean
endlessly making phoney grands
Jul 1, 2018
Jul 1, 2018 at 8:49 AM UTC
One child...
wrapped in grandmother's quilt.
Protected from the night's raw chill...
sits on a grassy knoll
and lifts innocent eyes to the stars.
Dreaming the visions of a child
not yet plagued by life's unjust ordeals.
Dreams of play, dreams of peace...
reverie lacking all vilification
for seeds of hatred
have not yet been taught.
-Longing for this child's innocence.-
I sit beside her...
my gaze focused on the same faint points
of a somber twilight.
She attempts to fill my mind with her
visions of inner dreams,of peace.
But alas, I am much older;
although I fight the seeds of hatred
sown long ago...
rooted phantoms castigate my soul.
-Longing for this child's purity of love.-
My dreams are reality,
nightmares assaulting all senses.
Exploding buildings...
Falling forms of people
forced to choose death from flame or hard concrete.
Smelling the stench of burnt decaying flesh.
As vultures feed upon our nation.
Hearing the screams of innocence
trapped in the rubble awaiting their
slow horrific death...
Alone!
Tasting an acid thirst, a desire for revenge
devours any sense of justice within me.
Feeling anguish for children
who have lost parents or loved ones.
My outcry sees seeds of hatred planted,
and taking root in new and fertile souls.
-Longing for this child's peaceful dreams.-
She removes a warm hand from beneath the quilt.
Without hesitation, she reaches out to me.
Too young to know why...
movement born from instinct...
sensing my need for comfort.
-Hope becomes rooted, sown by one pure child.-
Now I see... all of her dreams reside in my hands.
My part of this tenuous bargain called humanity.
To build a chance for this one special child,
our possible future.
Without a sound we return our thoughtful gaze
into the night's darkness as clouds begin to clear.
The star's faint glow is minute, a soft web of light
embracing this child's innocent trust.
Once again I can dream her dreams.
We remain, two silent souls searching
the celestial pathways for others who hope as we --
-To discover a child's pure desire to heal.-
Dec 22, 2015
Dec 22, 2015 at 8:08 PM UTC
In countless states of mind I have sought your indulgence ...
Supplications before all others , therefore this graphic acknowledgement before The Keeper of Jahaanam . Barren dogwoods stand guard at the gravel trail , my altruistic reservations , mindful of winged demons along the way .. Twilights confusion seeking redress , placate mortal dishonor before all men , lead my staff into solace , repair a broken mans sinful impropriety , sanctity of numerous hardscrabble days , are hast thou forgotten ? The vilification of fools , fable before kings , a rivers confluence and ablution along granite enclosure ?
A deployment of demons creep o'er the mount soldier , merciless and
begging , damnable .. Unforgiving ..
Pandemonium reeks of sulphuric intimidation , Hades treads his kingdom cunningly .. Radiative embers flow into pools of methane , all manner
of lunacy and devils at his feet , corruption billowing from his every breath ...
Archangels deploy at the portal , even cries for mercy are not allowed their freedom and salvation . As seven days go by even as the downward spiral grows before my very eyes , Beelzebub's confusion laid before me ! Please charlatan my ****** hands will not come clean so allow me the time to relay the sentiments that keep me awake at the midnight hour , when chariots flys overhead at great speed and the dogs inch closer to my bedside , my disease , it's breaking my heart rendering my soul defiled ..
My ***** stained linen , unshaven idiot that I've become with rotted teeth and insecurity . I see the smiles , hear the snickers and read the whims of Satan's entities that stand inside my mirror on a meeting by chance held by one hand while slicing at my wrist with the other.. I feel you Lucifer so my fate you seal . I hear you Jesus an know the burden you deal ! They call him the lighthouse so make my supplication you ******* child of darkness that quivers long into the night in self induced agony ....!
Jan 31, 2016
Jan 31, 2016 at 5:13 PM UTC
Do you see what I see
can you
even know what I know
can you
see the hypocrisy of liars
cons and morons
who now turn on their Leader
and fight amongst themselves
crying cease-fire
injustice and atrocities
when selves sames
in their own backyard
have legitimized a burglary
and attempts at extortion and intimidation
and our vituperate selves sames have orchestrated
and conducted
the most vicious campaign of bullying, vilification,
harrassments, smears, misrepresentation,
libelous slander and toxic distortions
not to mention varied contraventions of basic human rights,
against one lone innocent brown man
they urdained to 'wipe out' a blameless man
because they possess the power to do as they please
Telling themselves
that is Democracy in modern today
Do you know
You can fool some of the people all of the time,
and all of the people some of the time,
but you can not fool all of the people all of the time
and do you know that Politics is a con game for scammers
liars, self-serving opportunists and narcissists
and
Scarlet Fever is a selective contagion
that is resistant to the antibiotics of truth,
fairplay, intelligence and commomsense
Nov 2, 2023
Nov 2, 2023 at 9:36 PM UTC