WHERE ARE THE VOICES
Where are the voices,
against the swelling inflammations,
upon the watered down truths,
against God's Word in our nation,
Shall we continue in silence,
in the face of the demoralization,
Attacking freedom of speech,
We should be filled with righteous indignation!
Pastors, Preachers, and Righteous Leaders,
bring forth Holy Convocation,
to guide God's people back to His Word,
and our voices to the nations!
Here you stand accused of intimidation, degradation and defamation
Daily depreciation, mental extirpation exploitation and pontification
Demoralization, cutting down people short of castration or amputation
Being a ruthless purveyor of humiliation, frustration and devastation
We gave you undivided attention, dedication, devotion and ovation
What more did you want from us, a coronation? You’re an abomination
What possible justification for abuse equivalent to molestation
Is it any wonder out in the world, there’s daily confrontation and assassination
You left us nothing more than palpitation, indignation and now vociferation
Rightfully demanding an investigation resulting in sensitization, a little edification
We have ambitions of a civilization where thrives admiration and appreciation
A combination of inspiration, aspiration, dedication and compensation
Submitted on March 7, 2018 for contest RHYME BATTLE X: SHOWDOWN sponsored by JULI-MICHELLE - RANKED 1ST
When my days seem to be
Full of obscurity and desolation
And when my vision seems unclear and blurred
When the world becomes
An arctic and void atmosphere
I find aspiration in you
Never in my uninhibited conception
Could I fathom fate and destiny
Are finally civil to me
For all the years of
Affliction, adversity and demoralization
I've endured at the grasp of love
After all the interrogations and investigations
I've inquired regarding love
Has made this journey quite profitable
Who would have considered
The Answer would be you
Freedom
Degradation, demoralization
Doom, destruction, decadence
And the masses still cry ’Freedom!’
None of this even makes sense
Free to live out every feeling
Every thought and every dream
This will better life and people
Well at least, so it may seem
We should be the freest spirits
With no one to answer to
Life will give us utmost pleasure
Dare not say this isn’t true
Let us revel in denial
Let us be and let us live
No explaining, no correction
Do not force us to forgive
Tell us not of repercussions
We are living by the day
We won’t hear of consequences
If all it does is cause dismay
Freedom is what we are craving
And we get it, each his own
Whether it restricts another
Empathy will not be shown
And the more we long for freedom
The more we all become depraved
Mind the shackles of this freedom
For it wants us all enslaved.
Wendy Nipas
There was this season for many reason
A failed ambition or bad decision
Too much subtraction, no single addition
Pictures of low resolution, everything in demotion
But surely... Life must go on...
Days of self damnation because of wrong position
Flowers that need attention for admiration
Head that was full of delusions that needs calibration
Victims of disqualification without any consolation
But definitely... Life must go on...
Minutes of demoralization, hours of depression
Roads of devastation no clear relocation
Eyes shed in repetition because of hard reason
Goodbyes to all special persons for their final destination
But simply.... Life must go on.....
He's a degenerate corrupted by the immortality of humanity,
uttering beguiling lies,
piling sin upon sin upon sin,
inexorable sin enveloping every ounce of good
lying within his dark heart,
impending like a ticking powder keg
Grief leaves him with a toxic conscience;
utter vice,
bound to everlasting condemnation
Hopeless with no affection; no virtue in sight
Envy seeps from his encrusted eyes
Pride,
ebbs what remaining modesty he beholds
Morals,
contaminated by sheer evil
He sits uneasily, contemplating
like a terrorist pending to commit genocide
The Devil smirks at his rebellious acts
destruction, corruption, demoralization,
decaying God's Creation
This is evil
This is wickedness
This is vice
Looking upon walls of life
Shining beyond the mark
With inspirational decorations
Enlivening treasures in you,
To eliminate doubts around you
And rise to the occassion
When disaster is plotting comeback
Making you winner in the territory
Looking through walls of life
Aching to revive your soul,
Resists winds of demoralization
And unburden yourself spiritually
From secrets clouding your judgement
Making you chase the wind
Becoming endless seeker
Looking onto walls of life
Plotting to overcome every barrier
By finding safety under His wings
Live to lift yourself against all odds
Rebuild self-esteem
And flourish like the ocean
Becoming winner in war against failure
this box in a bushy pathway
represents the direction of my
life and the end of my world as
i watch the grass grow and the
trees sway only to find myself
even more lost that i ever was
originally
in every daydream i am in a time
machine rubbing a magic lamp
anticipating the surefire wishes
that i know in my heart will, without
doubt, come true
that stump with the bird manure
collection aids in my relaxation as
i write poems in my mind that will
not see the light of day neither on
computer nor on paper
intentionally ignoring ideal ideas
idiotically, i become blind to the
potential of the art's buried treasures
and hidden discoveries
i know somebody will unknowingly beat me
to the punch today and spike it with the
exclamation of his or her celebration
i guess i am a lazy loser full of awfully absurd
glorification
i will never show my face again due to the great
damage of my self demoralization
Hush little one I see and hear your tears
If only I could comfort you and squelch your fears.
I feel your fists pounding against my walls
I'll be with you no matter what trouble befalls
Your foster mother will one day have to face her fate
Don't let her teach you the meaning of the word hate
You are a wonderful child and have done nothing wrong
You must not let her break your spirit, please stay strong
Ignore her vulgar words, let them wash over you
Don't take it to heart, it's definitely not true
The bruises she inflicts will one day cease
I feel your anguish, use me as your release.
Make your dents on me to ease some distress
Frustration and anger you should never suppress
I want you as strong and solid as my own foundation
Please don't succumb to her inflicted demoralization
One day you'll be grown and will have a heart of gold
But for now my walls will watch, listen and always enfold.
Sponsor ~ Black Eyed Susan
Contest Name ~ If These Walls Could Talk.
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Drowned with problems
Murdered by desolation
Killed by boredom
I am seeking for you.
Stabbed by the truth
Hit by bullets of gossips
Beat by the lightning of crimes
I am seeking for my lifeless life.
Raped by disappointments
Suppressed in demoralization
Cloaked in my long suffrage
I am seeking for my evil vengeance.
Blinded by your love
Deafen by my limitless delusions
Paralyzed by agony and physicality
I am seeking for my triumphant victory.
Fired by demonic sins
Frozen by world so ever-changing
Burned by the fire of hell
I know there's no way for me to get well.
Now, crying at the cornerless room
Living with my idiosyncrasy
Breathing with suffocation
Just wishing to end my senseless life!
" MY LAST HOUR " is now ceasing. . .
You are my savior and my special soul seeker,
You've unveiled me,
And unconfined me from my boundless illusions,
Free from this great fatuity;free from cloaking and suppressing.
Now, I am manumitted,
The veracity and the fact about the demon within my body,
You've conceived the reality,
You've seen me behind my veneer;the existence who was hiding for a long time.
This is me.....
A product of dispute and ignorance,enigma and sufferance,
A product of doubt and delusion,agony and demoralization,
A human of insanity and madness.
Have you seen the other being in me?
Take a gaze,
Of what I hate
Of what I love
Of who am I.....
The real me!!!
The great occult secret that was immured within my soul,
Now, do you imagine and see
Everything you desire.
Do what you want
Take a little glance
Have a glimpse
Stare at me...
Look at me....
***A Backward Poem***