Poetry competition CLOSED 25th May 2013 4:24am
WINNER
Angeliki (Angela Psyhopoulos)
Angeliki (Angela Psyhopoulos)
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Only one?
Poetry Contest Description
Try to see if you can be the most persuasive and demanding
the goal: to win
the key points to hit: persuasive, demanding, calm, firm
I have been think if I am a good at being political, and I want to see if you can be a very persuasive person.
do it as you wish.
i will select a winner after the competition ends.
love to see what you come up with!
the key points to hit: persuasive, demanding, calm, firm
I have been think if I am a good at being political, and I want to see if you can be a very persuasive person.
do it as you wish.
i will select a winner after the competition ends.
love to see what you come up with!
Anonymous
http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/6/61/Caterina_Sforza.jpg/414px-Caterina_Sforza.jpg
I AM CATERINA SFORZA
Rome in 1477 was the centre of artistic endeavours
One of the most important cities of the Renaissance
Admired as one of the most beautiful and elegant
Noble Roman women, received into aristocratic society
My husband, Girolamo Riario and I were in favour of the Pope
All this changed overnight when Pope Sixtus IV died
In this time of anarchy, I proved my bravery by crossing
The Tiber on horseback, in seventh month of pregnancy
I occupied the Castel Sant'Angelo, had the obedience
Of the soldiers and could monitor the Vatican
In the fortress of Ravaldino, I tried to get my enemy to submit
I even threatened to kill my children and then I scaled
The fortress wall, lifted my skirt and showed them that
I had the ability to make more
I defeated my enemies as a lone woman
Despite my husband's death
I consolidated my power, had my enemies killed
I married secretly a second time to Giacomo Feo
He was murdered, like my first
I avenged the deaths
According to the justice of the time
The deaths were cruel and painful
Not only the men, but the women and children
Tortured and executed
Despite being a woman, I conquered and was conquered
Despite being a woman, I gained power and influence
Despite being a woman, I was admired
For my political ability, my ability to lead an army
For my absolute ruthlessness, even with my family
They called me the “Tiger of Forli”
Who had frightened all of Rome.
___________________________________________________
I admire strong women like Caterina Sforza, who at a time when men had all the power and influence, these women had the intelligence, the ability to lead and influence, the ability to know how to make war, and their sheer fearlessness in the face of horrible events.
I AM CATERINA SFORZA
Rome in 1477 was the centre of artistic endeavours
One of the most important cities of the Renaissance
Admired as one of the most beautiful and elegant
Noble Roman women, received into aristocratic society
My husband, Girolamo Riario and I were in favour of the Pope
All this changed overnight when Pope Sixtus IV died
In this time of anarchy, I proved my bravery by crossing
The Tiber on horseback, in seventh month of pregnancy
I occupied the Castel Sant'Angelo, had the obedience
Of the soldiers and could monitor the Vatican
In the fortress of Ravaldino, I tried to get my enemy to submit
I even threatened to kill my children and then I scaled
The fortress wall, lifted my skirt and showed them that
I had the ability to make more
I defeated my enemies as a lone woman
Despite my husband's death
I consolidated my power, had my enemies killed
I married secretly a second time to Giacomo Feo
He was murdered, like my first
I avenged the deaths
According to the justice of the time
The deaths were cruel and painful
Not only the men, but the women and children
Tortured and executed
Despite being a woman, I conquered and was conquered
Despite being a woman, I gained power and influence
Despite being a woman, I was admired
For my political ability, my ability to lead an army
For my absolute ruthlessness, even with my family
They called me the “Tiger of Forli”
Who had frightened all of Rome.
___________________________________________________
I admire strong women like Caterina Sforza, who at a time when men had all the power and influence, these women had the intelligence, the ability to lead and influence, the ability to know how to make war, and their sheer fearlessness in the face of horrible events.
Anonymous
http://www.cultura.com/ressources/products/5/7/1/6/4/477450.jpg
THE REVENGE OF NITOCRIS
Queen Nitocris, beautiful, virtuous
Wife of King Metesouphis II
Who was savagely murdered by his subjects
Queen Nitocris became the sole ruler
Determined to avenge the death of her beloved
A huge underground hall was constructed
Near the river Nile, connected by a hidden channel
She threw an inaugural banquet
Inviting all her late husband's enemies
While the guests were feasting
Nitocris commanded the secret conduit be opened
All the traitors were drowned
Nitocris then committed suicide
To escape the vengeance of the Egyptian people
She is remembered as being
Braver than all the men of her time.
THE REVENGE OF NITOCRIS
Queen Nitocris, beautiful, virtuous
Wife of King Metesouphis II
Who was savagely murdered by his subjects
Queen Nitocris became the sole ruler
Determined to avenge the death of her beloved
A huge underground hall was constructed
Near the river Nile, connected by a hidden channel
She threw an inaugural banquet
Inviting all her late husband's enemies
While the guests were feasting
Nitocris commanded the secret conduit be opened
All the traitors were drowned
Nitocris then committed suicide
To escape the vengeance of the Egyptian people
She is remembered as being
Braver than all the men of her time.
Anonymous
http://www.histoire-medecine.fr/Edmond%20Locard.jpg
EVERY CONTACT LEAVES ITS TRACE
Edmond Locard, criminologist, 1910,
Arrived at a theory, that every time,
Somebody or something, comes into contact,
With another, it leaves a trace,
Everywhere you go, you take something with you,
Everywhere you go, you leave something behind,
It is impossible for a criminal to act,
Without leaving traces of his presence,
When you came into my life,
You gave me your heart, and in return,
I gave you mine, not knowing, you were insincere,
That you were just doing time,
See if marriage would cure your affliction,
After three years of wedded bliss,
The affliction waxed, but waned, over and over again,
So the next two years you kept to yourself,
While I was watching you drift away, piece by piece,
Silently, the rift was made, my response was delayed,
In complete confusion, in utter darkness,
I became disoriented, as I felt the foundation crumble,
I could not see it then, only now, the evidence showed,
A premeditated crime, the victim chosen with care,
Me Cinderella, you the Prince, to be crowned,
Why on earth, would a Prince marry down?
Only if he is really a Princess, and she is the guinea pig:
"See, I was married, it was she who made me so!"
We touched each others lives, and everybody knew,
How you lied to me, what hurt you could do,
As for me, you would not be, where you are now,
Retired since you were 45, when the inheritance did endow,
Found the perfect other, living lavishly, you are still hiding,
From me, for you know, you owe me, half of all you have,
A technicality left me, holding the empty bag,
You know, you got away with murder, on a forensic error,
I could not prove, in court, your failure to fix,
The brakes on my car, when it skidded repeatedly,
So GOD must have been watching, for when I left you,
The garage mechanic said....”I do not know how you lived,
These brakes are completely dead”. You left a trace...
So hard to prove, a murderer can be your spouse,
The onus on you is to prove!
EVERY CONTACT LEAVES ITS TRACE
Edmond Locard, criminologist, 1910,
Arrived at a theory, that every time,
Somebody or something, comes into contact,
With another, it leaves a trace,
Everywhere you go, you take something with you,
Everywhere you go, you leave something behind,
It is impossible for a criminal to act,
Without leaving traces of his presence,
When you came into my life,
You gave me your heart, and in return,
I gave you mine, not knowing, you were insincere,
That you were just doing time,
See if marriage would cure your affliction,
After three years of wedded bliss,
The affliction waxed, but waned, over and over again,
So the next two years you kept to yourself,
While I was watching you drift away, piece by piece,
Silently, the rift was made, my response was delayed,
In complete confusion, in utter darkness,
I became disoriented, as I felt the foundation crumble,
I could not see it then, only now, the evidence showed,
A premeditated crime, the victim chosen with care,
Me Cinderella, you the Prince, to be crowned,
Why on earth, would a Prince marry down?
Only if he is really a Princess, and she is the guinea pig:
"See, I was married, it was she who made me so!"
We touched each others lives, and everybody knew,
How you lied to me, what hurt you could do,
As for me, you would not be, where you are now,
Retired since you were 45, when the inheritance did endow,
Found the perfect other, living lavishly, you are still hiding,
From me, for you know, you owe me, half of all you have,
A technicality left me, holding the empty bag,
You know, you got away with murder, on a forensic error,
I could not prove, in court, your failure to fix,
The brakes on my car, when it skidded repeatedly,
So GOD must have been watching, for when I left you,
The garage mechanic said....”I do not know how you lived,
These brakes are completely dead”. You left a trace...
So hard to prove, a murderer can be your spouse,
The onus on you is to prove!
- Zealous Cause -
A poem about Transgender Rights…
So many have mocked me,
Here in my own hometown!
Respect has been forgotten,
For those who are different…
I keep fighting for what I believe.
I won’t go quietly into the ground!
This war was not by me begotten.
I have nothing to regret or resent!
Why can’t people live in peace?
Because they want to hurt others,
And my people were victimized.
Spat on, beat, threatened, lied to!
When will this conflict cease?
I will tell you, sisters and brothers.
When our dream is realized…
And equality is a thing more: true!
Rights on paper, mean nothing,
If we are still victimized at all…
I would see us inherit something:
True liberty that will never fall!
I am hated for being myself,
Spat on simply for existing…
And so my fight is without end.
Let freedom be our wealth,
May it be long and persisting!
Even if the world must rend,
We will endure, my people will.
I will never stop fighting for this…
Our right to be happy; to be free!
Even if all the world went still,
The earth would cry for our bliss.
We will achieve our full destiny!
I am a woman; I am a goddess.
Sing with me my sisters, my dears!
Let them hate us, call us names…
I will have peace and nothing less.
Let us now wash away our tears!
We rise like cinders from flames.
They will not ever put us out!
I am the Divine Feminine.
This is my decree…
So hear my words as I shout:
We are sacred women!
As we shall forever be.
A poem about Transgender Rights…
So many have mocked me,
Here in my own hometown!
Respect has been forgotten,
For those who are different…
I keep fighting for what I believe.
I won’t go quietly into the ground!
This war was not by me begotten.
I have nothing to regret or resent!
Why can’t people live in peace?
Because they want to hurt others,
And my people were victimized.
Spat on, beat, threatened, lied to!
When will this conflict cease?
I will tell you, sisters and brothers.
When our dream is realized…
And equality is a thing more: true!
Rights on paper, mean nothing,
If we are still victimized at all…
I would see us inherit something:
True liberty that will never fall!
I am hated for being myself,
Spat on simply for existing…
And so my fight is without end.
Let freedom be our wealth,
May it be long and persisting!
Even if the world must rend,
We will endure, my people will.
I will never stop fighting for this…
Our right to be happy; to be free!
Even if all the world went still,
The earth would cry for our bliss.
We will achieve our full destiny!
I am a woman; I am a goddess.
Sing with me my sisters, my dears!
Let them hate us, call us names…
I will have peace and nothing less.
Let us now wash away our tears!
We rise like cinders from flames.
They will not ever put us out!
I am the Divine Feminine.
This is my decree…
So hear my words as I shout:
We are sacred women!
As we shall forever be.
- For Valhalla -
"No happiness without order,
In harmony: with chaos pure.
No order without authority,
In harmony: with fair liberty.
No authority without unity,
In harmony: with our dignity.”
The thunder is rumbling, and I heard it calling me,
My patriot’s heart has reminded me of old glory…
We might have been bloodied but ne’er defeated.
I will struggle until at last in Valhalla I am greeted!
No red hell shall claim me, nor shall I be broken…
Until I hold the sword that is my power and token.
The lands once defiled shall be holy and cleansed,
My words will rain like fire to create and to rend!
We must be as wolves, lest slaughter come to all,
Let us howl at the moon, lofty and proud our call.
We must soar as eagles, snatching up our laurels,
Our rightful reward far more precious than pearls.
Lightning strikes fast, and in an instant all changes,
You cannot slay an ideal; over all things it ranges!
A black sun rises over lands beyond north winds,
In the land of Thule: which a noble force defends.
Power to heal or to destroy, within a force divine,
Men called it the Vril, in another era of past time!
For honor and blood, for what is true and is right,
I would blacken the sun, to bring the eternal night.
And from the darkness, radiance would emerge…
The new sun would be glorious, warmly to surge!
Follow my banner; the hour is hastening, so late…
So take up your arms, rejoice and become great!
Let your voices be heard, let your heart be lifted,
We are the future; we are as children most gifted.
Told to obey, by those inferior and long blinded…
We are their betters and we need not be minded.
Our castles are scattered, but our nobility is not…
It is within our hearts, and in every grand thought.
You would keep us in the past, but dawn is nigh,
And my voice roars as a dragon beneath the sky.
A call goes out unto the spirits of the very winds,
Unto the land of Thule, a high power commends.
Power to heal or to destroy, within human souls,
That force exists, of which well the divine knows.
The deceivers have been given their time to reign,
But their power cannot last; that shall be our gain.
I am the serpent, whose coils are in every heart…
Yet I do not speak lies, and I do my humble part,
For a dream of something perfect, ideals pristine!
Prepare your spirit for salvation, becoming clean.
When the trumpet is sounded, all gods will know,
That we are rising above the flame and the snow!
Behold the coming of the blessed, in awful wrath,
You called us damned, but you fell from the path.
For Valhalla we are bound, as below and above,
Our fallen are not dead, but held by perfect love!
No hand may slay us, for we shall rise up again…
The old wars are over but our fight will ne’er end.
A memory of another age, is whispered on winds,
From the land of Thule the old memory descends.
Power to heal or to destroy, the knowledge lost…
Is ours again, though it comes not without the cost.
So mortal is the heart when it breaks in sorrows…
Forgetting the morrow, that pierces dark shadows.
And when the soul knows the utmost of despair…
May my words give courage, where none is there!
Beyond twilight I had walked and slumbered long,
Ere awakening beyond the mists to a distant song!
To conquer the forces that brought me unto doom,
For victory and honor, I shall disperse the gloom…
And I shall not know shame: nor the miseries past.
I will reach beyond it all to build something to last!
My hand reached out and touched what awaits us,
And an eternal hand was waiting to receive it, thus.
My words are a gift, and so receive it graciously…
For words hold the power to shape human destiny.
"No happiness without order,
In harmony: with chaos pure.
No order without authority,
In harmony: with fair liberty.
No authority without unity,
In harmony: with our dignity.”
The thunder is rumbling, and I heard it calling me,
My patriot’s heart has reminded me of old glory…
We might have been bloodied but ne’er defeated.
I will struggle until at last in Valhalla I am greeted!
No red hell shall claim me, nor shall I be broken…
Until I hold the sword that is my power and token.
The lands once defiled shall be holy and cleansed,
My words will rain like fire to create and to rend!
We must be as wolves, lest slaughter come to all,
Let us howl at the moon, lofty and proud our call.
We must soar as eagles, snatching up our laurels,
Our rightful reward far more precious than pearls.
Lightning strikes fast, and in an instant all changes,
You cannot slay an ideal; over all things it ranges!
A black sun rises over lands beyond north winds,
In the land of Thule: which a noble force defends.
Power to heal or to destroy, within a force divine,
Men called it the Vril, in another era of past time!
For honor and blood, for what is true and is right,
I would blacken the sun, to bring the eternal night.
And from the darkness, radiance would emerge…
The new sun would be glorious, warmly to surge!
Follow my banner; the hour is hastening, so late…
So take up your arms, rejoice and become great!
Let your voices be heard, let your heart be lifted,
We are the future; we are as children most gifted.
Told to obey, by those inferior and long blinded…
We are their betters and we need not be minded.
Our castles are scattered, but our nobility is not…
It is within our hearts, and in every grand thought.
You would keep us in the past, but dawn is nigh,
And my voice roars as a dragon beneath the sky.
A call goes out unto the spirits of the very winds,
Unto the land of Thule, a high power commends.
Power to heal or to destroy, within human souls,
That force exists, of which well the divine knows.
The deceivers have been given their time to reign,
But their power cannot last; that shall be our gain.
I am the serpent, whose coils are in every heart…
Yet I do not speak lies, and I do my humble part,
For a dream of something perfect, ideals pristine!
Prepare your spirit for salvation, becoming clean.
When the trumpet is sounded, all gods will know,
That we are rising above the flame and the snow!
Behold the coming of the blessed, in awful wrath,
You called us damned, but you fell from the path.
For Valhalla we are bound, as below and above,
Our fallen are not dead, but held by perfect love!
No hand may slay us, for we shall rise up again…
The old wars are over but our fight will ne’er end.
A memory of another age, is whispered on winds,
From the land of Thule the old memory descends.
Power to heal or to destroy, the knowledge lost…
Is ours again, though it comes not without the cost.
So mortal is the heart when it breaks in sorrows…
Forgetting the morrow, that pierces dark shadows.
And when the soul knows the utmost of despair…
May my words give courage, where none is there!
Beyond twilight I had walked and slumbered long,
Ere awakening beyond the mists to a distant song!
To conquer the forces that brought me unto doom,
For victory and honor, I shall disperse the gloom…
And I shall not know shame: nor the miseries past.
I will reach beyond it all to build something to last!
My hand reached out and touched what awaits us,
And an eternal hand was waiting to receive it, thus.
My words are a gift, and so receive it graciously…
For words hold the power to shape human destiny.
- Fury and Fervor -
The fury and fervor, the most zealous devotion,
Whilst enemies press and claim to crave peace!
Fronts to the west, south, east, and the ocean…
No room to breathe, no time for splendid feast!
So much shaking and trembling, fear of an end,
Which may or may not come, to ease the tears.
No hope in their hearts, no old dream to mend,
That is how they want us, given in to their fears.
If I seem hard, it is only because of harsh times,
And if I weep, it is not tears shed of weakness.
If I dream it is to make real those lofty climes…
Which I have glimpsed beyond starry vastness!
But I shall not bend, and I shall not break, thus:
There can be no surrender, no false-given oath.
In my faith, and ideals, I shall grant my full trust,
To break the chains of misery that now clothe…
The bold hearts that would follow me into Hell!
Heavy is fate, when strong is the bearer of will,
But to endure and overcome, will serve us well.
Lest all become as ice and the spirit grow chill!
Red is the ice, but we shall break it into shards.
Winter must end before the warmth of spring…
And we will remain to reap the lasting rewards.
The strong heart survives, a great song to sing!
For those who moan and weep for lost dignity,
I, shall shine all the brighter, like the dawn star!
Find in each heart the spark of the true divinity.
Fight on for all tomorrows, both near and far…
No sorrow is eternal, and no struggle is in vain.
Noble is the valor of those in whom honor lies!
Though skies grow blood red and full of pain…
We shall paint them azure, in glory undisguised.
Even if our blood, must be the pigment chosen,
To change the fate of those who seek to soar…
Beyond the stagnation of a world made frozen.
Even so we shall rise: above all this, and more!
The fury and fervor, the most zealous devotion,
Whilst enemies press and claim to crave peace!
Fronts to the west, south, east, and the ocean…
No room to breathe, no time for splendid feast!
So much shaking and trembling, fear of an end,
Which may or may not come, to ease the tears.
No hope in their hearts, no old dream to mend,
That is how they want us, given in to their fears.
If I seem hard, it is only because of harsh times,
And if I weep, it is not tears shed of weakness.
If I dream it is to make real those lofty climes…
Which I have glimpsed beyond starry vastness!
But I shall not bend, and I shall not break, thus:
There can be no surrender, no false-given oath.
In my faith, and ideals, I shall grant my full trust,
To break the chains of misery that now clothe…
The bold hearts that would follow me into Hell!
Heavy is fate, when strong is the bearer of will,
But to endure and overcome, will serve us well.
Lest all become as ice and the spirit grow chill!
Red is the ice, but we shall break it into shards.
Winter must end before the warmth of spring…
And we will remain to reap the lasting rewards.
The strong heart survives, a great song to sing!
For those who moan and weep for lost dignity,
I, shall shine all the brighter, like the dawn star!
Find in each heart the spark of the true divinity.
Fight on for all tomorrows, both near and far…
No sorrow is eternal, and no struggle is in vain.
Noble is the valor of those in whom honor lies!
Though skies grow blood red and full of pain…
We shall paint them azure, in glory undisguised.
Even if our blood, must be the pigment chosen,
To change the fate of those who seek to soar…
Beyond the stagnation of a world made frozen.
Even so we shall rise: above all this, and more!
- Reckoning -
“To tear at the very veil of all creation…
Rending it aside to gaze madly beyond!
Such thoughts of the darkest jubilation,
Are amongst those of which I am fond.
Have I not rent asunder such barriers?
Mine eyes, have they not seen through!
There is more to the universe than stars.
Pleasures wait for myself and for you…
We can, even from Heaven, seize them.
One third of the angels: hears my voice!
The self-righteous will hate and condemn.
But we have the freedom of our choice!
No gods can keep us from our destiny…
So, be steeled, and ready to follow me!”
Part One: Wreaths of Flame
In wreaths of flame, kissed by horror’s lips,
My soul was scarred by cruelty so careless…
That it seemed casual, arbitrary, as nothing!
Thoughtless, were those from who oft slips,
The words that wound, with such distress…
That my voice is silenced, before I can sing!
My soul is like a butterfly, desiring freedom.
I long to let forth an aria so proudly fierce…
That Heaven’s most loftily remote kingdom,
Might be moved by my song, to fallen tears.
I know no god who cares for its’ offspring,
No grand paradise, not build from blood…
The skulls of my kindred held up in offering!
I remember when they perished in the flood,
Caused by those who served tyranny foul…
Not mandated by Heaven, but by baseness.
Mankind is yet filled, with those who prowl,
To prey on we who are different and caress:
Ideals that those who hurt me cannot fathom.
It was but hatred that felled ancient Sodom!
Part Two: Karmic Retribution
Shall I pity they who hate me, turn a cheek,
Only to have it struck again only far harder?
Nay, not this time shall I play a lamb: weak…
Fit for slaughtering and thence for the larder!
I shall be the lion foretold; I shall stand fast,
A goddess made into flesh, a warrior queen.
I shall reach forth into the depths of my past,
And conjure forth the divine spark so keen…
That it shall pierce and slash all wickedness!
Such a reckoning as only divinity can wreak,
And words shall carry forth in blessedness…
The wrath that those who hurt me ever seek!
I need not weapons to wound, only my truth.
For falseness is the mire in which evil swims,
And my truth is something it can never undo.
My birth was the moment when thus begins,
The redemption of the kindred suppressed…
By all they as claimed, to speak for Heaven!
Let false prophets and fools be confessed,
Before that judge, that is karmic retribution.
Part Three: Blessed Liberation
They who tore the wings from my lily back…
Those same will know the agony of abysses,
Blacker than old night, dark as deadest eyes!
Hell, is not twisted or horrid enough a crack.
And they will know of embraces and kisses…
As they wallow in suffering under ashen skies,
Which poison the blood and flay off the flesh.
They drank of this when speaking only hate…
And they coveted it, by causing pains afresh.
For all self-righteous bigots, it is far too late!
When my spirit was roused to anger, so hot,
That my eyes beheld old torments long gone.
It was then that was born in my very thought,
The genesis of liberation that is hardest won.
I will fight; I will crusade even to the gates…
Barred by seraphic slaves to blind devotions.
My draconic fury will blaze until it then sates,
The anguish I feel, to be drowned in oceans!
In seas of crimson tears, fallen from my soul.
When all is over, I shall the blessed console!
Part Four: Consummated Dawn
I bring not the reckoning the evil ones crave,
For no lady seeks conflict, nor runs in fear…
From the duty to her kindred and her faithful!
It was cruelty first birthed it, madly depraved,
And it is foolish hatred that brings it ever near.
The blades that pierced me are now long dull!
All I asked was love and understanding pure,
But where was happiness, where was peace?
As I seek it still, my heart so far less demure,
I wonder if all my ancient torments will cease.
No bashful child, but an imperious empress…
Thus have I been changed with years passing!
I am she, who is mother, daughter: temptress.
And I am the one who will sing forth laughing!
Stand with me now, faithful hearts I do love…
And beyond the storm shall be our new calm.
I offered a knowledge I carried from above…
My gifts to mankind were as a soothing balm.
But the past is dust, whilst I remain to create,
A dawn that only pure love may consummate!
“To tear at the very veil of all creation…
Rending it aside to gaze madly beyond!
Such thoughts of the darkest jubilation,
Are amongst those of which I am fond.
Have I not rent asunder such barriers?
Mine eyes, have they not seen through!
There is more to the universe than stars.
Pleasures wait for myself and for you…
We can, even from Heaven, seize them.
One third of the angels: hears my voice!
The self-righteous will hate and condemn.
But we have the freedom of our choice!
No gods can keep us from our destiny…
So, be steeled, and ready to follow me!”
Part One: Wreaths of Flame
In wreaths of flame, kissed by horror’s lips,
My soul was scarred by cruelty so careless…
That it seemed casual, arbitrary, as nothing!
Thoughtless, were those from who oft slips,
The words that wound, with such distress…
That my voice is silenced, before I can sing!
My soul is like a butterfly, desiring freedom.
I long to let forth an aria so proudly fierce…
That Heaven’s most loftily remote kingdom,
Might be moved by my song, to fallen tears.
I know no god who cares for its’ offspring,
No grand paradise, not build from blood…
The skulls of my kindred held up in offering!
I remember when they perished in the flood,
Caused by those who served tyranny foul…
Not mandated by Heaven, but by baseness.
Mankind is yet filled, with those who prowl,
To prey on we who are different and caress:
Ideals that those who hurt me cannot fathom.
It was but hatred that felled ancient Sodom!
Part Two: Karmic Retribution
Shall I pity they who hate me, turn a cheek,
Only to have it struck again only far harder?
Nay, not this time shall I play a lamb: weak…
Fit for slaughtering and thence for the larder!
I shall be the lion foretold; I shall stand fast,
A goddess made into flesh, a warrior queen.
I shall reach forth into the depths of my past,
And conjure forth the divine spark so keen…
That it shall pierce and slash all wickedness!
Such a reckoning as only divinity can wreak,
And words shall carry forth in blessedness…
The wrath that those who hurt me ever seek!
I need not weapons to wound, only my truth.
For falseness is the mire in which evil swims,
And my truth is something it can never undo.
My birth was the moment when thus begins,
The redemption of the kindred suppressed…
By all they as claimed, to speak for Heaven!
Let false prophets and fools be confessed,
Before that judge, that is karmic retribution.
Part Three: Blessed Liberation
They who tore the wings from my lily back…
Those same will know the agony of abysses,
Blacker than old night, dark as deadest eyes!
Hell, is not twisted or horrid enough a crack.
And they will know of embraces and kisses…
As they wallow in suffering under ashen skies,
Which poison the blood and flay off the flesh.
They drank of this when speaking only hate…
And they coveted it, by causing pains afresh.
For all self-righteous bigots, it is far too late!
When my spirit was roused to anger, so hot,
That my eyes beheld old torments long gone.
It was then that was born in my very thought,
The genesis of liberation that is hardest won.
I will fight; I will crusade even to the gates…
Barred by seraphic slaves to blind devotions.
My draconic fury will blaze until it then sates,
The anguish I feel, to be drowned in oceans!
In seas of crimson tears, fallen from my soul.
When all is over, I shall the blessed console!
Part Four: Consummated Dawn
I bring not the reckoning the evil ones crave,
For no lady seeks conflict, nor runs in fear…
From the duty to her kindred and her faithful!
It was cruelty first birthed it, madly depraved,
And it is foolish hatred that brings it ever near.
The blades that pierced me are now long dull!
All I asked was love and understanding pure,
But where was happiness, where was peace?
As I seek it still, my heart so far less demure,
I wonder if all my ancient torments will cease.
No bashful child, but an imperious empress…
Thus have I been changed with years passing!
I am she, who is mother, daughter: temptress.
And I am the one who will sing forth laughing!
Stand with me now, faithful hearts I do love…
And beyond the storm shall be our new calm.
I offered a knowledge I carried from above…
My gifts to mankind were as a soothing balm.
But the past is dust, whilst I remain to create,
A dawn that only pure love may consummate!
"Couldn't Hide It From Me"
Take your hand and spread the olive oil in shape of a cross
Brainwashing compilations of communities lost
Propaganda ran rampant through the streets
While gentrification just takes away a place to sleep
Oh the vagrant families
Gunshots taking lives like a thief
You wouldn't believe how many people here could die in a week
They couldn't hide it from me
Uncle Sam didn't care
Dogmatic appearance
Indoctrination everywhere
Televised lies and obloquy envelope the nation
In the hour of apocalypse
Society's changing
And I refused to stand here waiting on another to come
Like I missed the last bus in a hurry for prom
I think its time for us to open up our eyes
Bureaucracy's skewed
And hoping you don't see the lies
Take your hand and spread the olive oil in shape of a cross
Brainwashing compilations of communities lost
Propaganda ran rampant through the streets
While gentrification just takes away a place to sleep
Oh the vagrant families
Gunshots taking lives like a thief
You wouldn't believe how many people here could die in a week
They couldn't hide it from me
Uncle Sam didn't care
Dogmatic appearance
Indoctrination everywhere
Televised lies and obloquy envelope the nation
In the hour of apocalypse
Society's changing
And I refused to stand here waiting on another to come
Like I missed the last bus in a hurry for prom
I think its time for us to open up our eyes
Bureaucracy's skewed
And hoping you don't see the lies
We had a solution
To import artificial satellites
the only one who won is Sister Sputnik's
Anal sham fight
You can have my other one my
solar phone that's runs with Sun
and listen to my first rhyme
That enchants the pants out of elite terrors eyes
You can wash in all my Ones
Now that I'm known to be the indigenous one
You can rinse with it as if you have won
But there's only one winner here and that's the SUN!
So before you go off dazing
Look behind you and stare at crazy
Thay would do anything to win
Poke and scratch their way and sin
But for those who are about to Rock
Remember that your number One
is not to fall into disrupt
That clap trap acting as your gun
You'll fall to your knees
begging for spam
Those hungry eyes thay can deceive you
Their politicks are here to bid you
So now that you really want my one
I'll send you a vowel and kick you one
The bruise will leave you with a note
Don't visit the planet that was untold
Sputnik , Laika.
"woof woof woof have my only one"
To import artificial satellites
the only one who won is Sister Sputnik's
Anal sham fight
You can have my other one my
solar phone that's runs with Sun
and listen to my first rhyme
That enchants the pants out of elite terrors eyes
You can wash in all my Ones
Now that I'm known to be the indigenous one
You can rinse with it as if you have won
But there's only one winner here and that's the SUN!
So before you go off dazing
Look behind you and stare at crazy
Thay would do anything to win
Poke and scratch their way and sin
But for those who are about to Rock
Remember that your number One
is not to fall into disrupt
That clap trap acting as your gun
You'll fall to your knees
begging for spam
Those hungry eyes thay can deceive you
Their politicks are here to bid you
So now that you really want my one
I'll send you a vowel and kick you one
The bruise will leave you with a note
Don't visit the planet that was untold
Sputnik , Laika.
"woof woof woof have my only one"
