Miraquill
[What has become of us?]
I've awoken from a deep slumber
The world I find is not what I remember
Pathetic, conceited rulers no longer believing their own myths
Lying for a dollar from their donors and their sponsors, while they neglect our kids
Pillaging the world, buying and selling bodies, the world has been taken by monsters
Women stalked and murdered, the police never bothered, violent crime is up and her vulnerability haunts her
Claiming your support, claiming the people's mandate, they lower taxes for the rich and lower how much a worker can make
When the devil's got the gun, it's too late to run
His cronies pulled the levers and moved the cash, he's basically already won
©ananias
ananias
All work is my own unless stated otherwise. If your poetry rhymes I will probably like it more.
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[Lumbering Automaton]
I'm some sort of a creature or golem
That's why they think 'I won't call him'
Someone filled my head, I am not to blame
For my inappropriate wrath or my tepid, insipid shame
I am not responsible for my wretched, stretching name
Blame someone else for where I went and whence I came
©ananias -
[Oh Captain.. No captain?!]
What shoddy craftsmanship
Falling apart at every seam
This pathetic vessel of mine
Hardly worthy of the seas of time
Water logged ores
Twisted and splintered
Holes bore through
Expanding cracks every winter
A long fallen mast
Crew long overboard
This ship will never last
Nor reach another shore
©ananias -
[I Can't Feel My Mouth]
800mg
Another 500mg
Searching the telegram
Searching for where I am
Crushing compacted powder
My conscience is whispering to me, I need to make it louder
I try to shower
I sit on the floor and cry for an hour and begin to cower
Before myself
Sinking in this twisted ravine
I mean to gleem, the light on the other side
None has been spotted but not because I haven't tried
I think it's died or someone lied
©ananias -
ananias
20w
[Katyusha]
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Sweet scents on a crisp breeze, creeping mist through falling leaves.
A sweet girl, stumbling as she climbs the bank where she finds a view to watch brothers and fathers fighting across the shore.
She sings with her love of who she adores, brave soldiers abroad, heroes each one, armed with guns, clothes and courage against incendiary bombs, falling on them to protect daughters, sisters, moms.
Let her song ride the breeze and be carried by the sun, to remind those brave soldiers what's waiting them when they've won.
©ananias -
[ Revolutionary Legacy ]
Vladimir Ilyich Lenin
What a position to have been in
Leader of the proletarian vanguard
His legacy burns brighter than the north star
©ananias -
The evening delivers a doting kiss, sweet sunburst-skylight, to a daisy's bruised petal; drying each drop fallen from a troubled cloud venting its sorrow upon us and it.
©ananias -
Argue, argue, argue.
Fight, fight, fight.
What we do with our time together each and every night.
©ananias -
-Lorely (The Lovers)-
Years pass by me now,
I know only one life, one love.
The wind carries her, the ocean holds her memory.
With each breath I am closer, closer to her touch.
She is waiting…
-In Hearts Wake -
Chaos and Emptiness
All is caprice. They love without measure those whom they will soon hate without reason.
—Thomas Sydenham, 17th century physician
