C O N T R O L
the violent
tendencies,
C O N T R O L
the silent
mouth,
C O N T R O L
the one behind,
the gun,
a weapon of
C O N T R O L
as lethal as
the tongue,
C O N T R O L
the aggression,
C O N T R O L
the reflection
in your mirror,
C O N T R O L
the ignorance,
C O N T R O L
the media,
demon of the air,
C O N T R O L
the mind instead,
with Xen, meditation,
prayer,
C O N T R O L
the message
taught the young,
C O N T R O L
the racist plot,
C O N T R O L
your very thoughts,
C O N T R O L
what prevents
you speaking about,
a wrong,
C O N T R O L
your doubt,
C O N T R O L
yourself to
get-a-long
or get out.
C O N T R O L
the demon of
C O N T R O L
who tries to
C O N T R O L
the soul
C O N T R O L
yourself.
and train
your children
to maintain.
a locus of
C O N T R O L!
by victori 6/27/15 ©
1
Feeling a bit jaded
by what is left,
the remains of the day,
discarded like an abandoned theft,
that's been tossed by the way,
robbed of its valuables,
its purpose and worth,
robbed of what's salvageable,
this refuse litters our earth,
with environmental decay,
they even depleted the very dirt,
why do they treat our earth this way?
They cut down our rain forest,
and poison our seas,
then send up emissions,
which poison our breeze,
and blights our visions,
they ruin our atmosphere,
by cutting down trees.
2
This day is done,
stricken by incurable disease,
an era whose carcass rots in the sun,
like a fallen beast,
we must resurrect and reseed, a better one,
Even animals fall victim to our greed,
killed for their tusks, to boast man's vanity,
When will cruelty to animals ever end?
stop the insanity!
we dish up our dysfunction,
and feed it to man's best friend,
without any compunction,
isn't it our duty to defend?
all creatures great and small,
If elephants never forget,
doesn't that speak for all,
don't we owe the world a greater debt,
to end their extinction, even yet.
3
Then what is worst,
on the edge of tomorrow,
it'll be our children who inherit this curse,
at their feet we place our sorrow,
and man's inhumanity to man,
haven't we had enough?
time to reverse the plan,
stop the violence and replace it with love,
stop the bias, and the bigotry,
enough is enough!
This day is a wrap!
This day is done!
let's pull the shade.
and tomorrow make a better one.
or we'll be singing taps,
and salute our lost with twenty-one guns,
for the death of another sun,
and how many more sons
we will have to lose,
to the heavens above,
at the end of the day,
before we choose,
to LOVE! Victori June 7, 2015 ©
In his presence she drowns,
gulping down shadow and shade,
in his silence, she sounds,
like an echo, slow fades,
In his arms she's bound,
like a hangman nooses' braid,
In his absence she's found,
like a discovery that's made,
upon his arrival she abounds,
like a departure which stays.
victori ©
Conversation never spoken
"Sleep now,
and we'll speak tomorrow,"
last words ever spoken,
and a promise never kept,
"It's with our sincerest apologies,
we must inform you,
of our deepest regrets,"
I hear the words,
but there's no meaning,
no metaphor, no moral,
no rhyme, nor reason,
no diction, and no depth,
even with all that missing,
the burden of sorrow,
still, weighs heavily on my chest,
Is this all that's left?
The weight of it.
The wait of it,
for a conversation interrupted,
and silenced by death,
just sobs to feed the silence,
and so many tears,
a silence so greedy, so empty,
that to feed, could take years and years,
and would still be bereft?
and the lure of conviction,
to hear that promise kept.
would pose a moral restriction,
that requires ceasing my breath.
Please do not comment,
or SMS me on the subject of this post,
I'm not suicidal, morbid or morose,
but these are the thoughts,
I can't help but host,
and so would you,
if you were in love with a ghost,
A person whose very voice,
once lifted you from the abyss,
A person whose only noise,
was jazz, and sheer bliss,
who could silence a quarrel,
just by throwing a kiss,
If a moment I could borrow,
I would tell him just this,
"I love you," <3 and seal it with a kiss,
recite sonnets by Keats and Pablo,
But sleep now my love,
We will speak tomorrow.
Victori June 2, 2015 ©
