Prompted by Tom Cunningham's poem 'If Only Dreams Came True.' A reverie about the demise of Putin. Thanks for the inspiration, Tom.
Tis true that sometimes history is repeated
Putin and Rasputin were cruel and conceited
Both were quite licentious
Vulgar and pretentious
One now lies dead, the other must be defeated
Rasputin was a political saboteur
A diabolical trait of Vlad's, to be sure
Despised by his own nation
Death by assassination
A more barbarous death for Putin, I'd prefer
Now his broken tail bone is in need of repair
I hope he's worried and wary, because I swear
My anesthetizing gas
Would rid the world of his ass
Fulfilling the prayers of people everywhere
Tormented by my demons in the nadir of my heart
Consumed by the compunction like dark works of art
Laden I fumble with the wounds of my own feud
My extremities tremble as they burn ……open and crude
Take more pills ……it will fade out the twinge
No give me something stronger replenish the anesthetizing syringe
Cut me deep ……. I cannot feel it anymore
Strike me harder until I am broken and sore
I need to feel something anything at all
My voice becomes muffled in my battered frame standing tall
A veneer for every occasion …. A master in disguise
I see nothing but obscurity as I wipe drops of blood from my comatose eyes
Lay me to rest and kiss my eyes with parchments of silk
Turn your face from my essence as it wilts
Don’t dig me a grave for I am still breathing
But deep within I am dying and my soul is freely bleeding
In brokered spaces hangs a clammy chill
That gawkers with heightened senses distill
With stealth, guile, avarice and pawned skill
Around unsuspecting celebs their viruses congeal
Intimate and carefree moments quarantined in a still
Tendered seconds stolen by each, maverick shill
Plundered with a ravenous, rapacious thrill
Each grainy visage paying the stalker's, truant bill
Malleable fodder placed in the public's, greedy til
Enhanced images on glossy folios to spill
Their frothing rumor mill with innuendo to swill
The public's license with more greed to instill
Anesthetizing emotive strains with wanton zeal
Nature's, anesthetizing beauty held
tightly in escrow
'Til on tendered form its heavenly
charm can bestow
Fair maiden strides through
manicured meadow
In her lovely essence, the enchanted
flora doth wallow
Overhead, azure canvas paints a
regal halo
Her satin cheeks radiant in Helios's
afterglow
Beneath, green clover spreads its
downy pillow
Her dainty feet tenderly the svelte
blades furrow
Lilac strands their fragrant
essence strew
As her ebony locks in soothing
breeze flow
White, silken lillies fringe the
bristling undertow
Roon paps gild voluptuous, damsel's,
milky tallow
Twirling dandelions their feathery
dander billow
Maiden's silted bosom takes a
respite under fawning willow
Creamy buttercups in the noonday
heat their hearth's mellow
In their steamy shadow, frothy
maiden spreads her umbrella
My mind is euphoric from scenes historic
Assyrian chariots innovative wheels bristling Mesopotamian plains
Paring the ranks of each, dated infantry formation
In Greece, anesthetizing anvil of the Dorian invasion
Glorious bronze relics supplanted by cheaper iron distillation
Persian armies: Greek hoplites, Scythian archers; mercenary aggrandization
Shrinking rebel hordes in Asia Minor's wars of attrition
The venal nature of imperial Rome's persuasion
Crucifying a few, targeted rebels for cultural ingratiation
Devout, gentile Europeans crusading to Biblical heritage's door
Defacing cross with predations in route, arriving uplifting banner 'gainst infidel Moor
Normans in hordes splashing across the chilly, English channel tides
Under William the Conqueror's mantra, bridging the Anglo-Saxon divide
Innocent dreamer from the start
You pawned my bleeding heart
Titilating every brokered part
Raw beauty veiled by anesthetizing art
Melodic notes that time could not chart
Gainfully pierced each heart string with passion's dart
And o'er time lust's residual a lingering ague did impart
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