Corporate Slave

Break these chains,
that confine me,
time clocks,
and alarm clocks,
that constantly remind me
that I'm not free from,
the grind,
the paper chase,
the rat race,
give me my freedom,
release the stress,
and the strain,
relief from this desk,
break this corporate chain,
set me free 
to write from
the right side of my brain,
Plot my escape,
Bureaucracies,
Hierarchies,
this corporate rape,
that encloses me in,
robs my creative,
and separates me
from my pen.

Practical Joke (For Harold) 4/26/1949-8/23/2015

Mayhem and Mischeif,

All rolled into one,

Seems all too brief,

But life rolls on,

Going for broke,

Time is a thief,

A practical joke.

You were the shy kid,

An artist,

A prankster,

Your hand hid,

Where your heart is,

No gangster,

I laugh,

To remember

Things that you did,

Just loved to have fun,

And choose it,

Sketch the sun,

And not lose it,

Pop rubber bands,

Throw eggs from a roof,

"Not" your pocketed hands,

Your face stoic, aloof,

You weren't the one, see,

As easy as Ex-lax, in coffee,

Without the runs,

A whistle on your lips,

A mindful of stunts,

A grin on your face,

You will pace,

The hallway of my memory,

Forever in short trips,

You were my ace.

© Vickie
9/12/15

The Manchurian Candidate

They have used up

all their aces,

now they're diggin'

from the bottom

of the deck,

for that Trump card, 

of a million faces,

The Joker,

of the Manchurian Sect,

a ruthless power broker,

to pursue a palace coup d'e'tat

His face a straight

flush as in poker,

His gaze of flat affect,

spying that queen,

with the diamond choker,

His words an assault 

in full attack

to murder America

and set us back,

to zero,

place your bet,

to hell with 

the more the merrier,

and to assassinate

the character

of the hero vet!

Victori7 Sept 1, 2015 ©

Revolutionary!

One truism in life

we all must die,

Either at a ripe old age,

or by the knife,

of a decaying plague,

or by the sword,

It's not how you die,

but what you die for,

so speak your voice,

this pen is my spear,

my weapon of choice,

these words my breath,

to live in fear, is certain death,

I refuse to die for the color blue,

the color of sorrow,

I refuse to be killed over the color red,

the rage of a destroyed tomorrow,

I won't die for a one night stand,

in the fit of passion,

I'd rather die for my fellowman,

in the line of action,

so choose your chosen tirade

for the youth my life I'd give,

it's those who live unafraid

who truly live! (written in 1984) © victori


Real 'istic'

Don't wrap me in those 'istic' clothes,

mystic vibes from centuries ago,

I am not material 'istic'

What are you surreal 'istic'?

You must be altru 'istic"

To come here messin' with me,

All I am 

Is all you see,

Just a girl yet to unfold,

into the woman I'll one day be! 

(written a long time ago) © victori

Do Somethin'

I might die,
if I don't do nothin'
If I don't do nothin'
I might die,
I might die,
If I sit idly by,
and don't do nothin'
and don't do nothin'
I might die,
who am I 
to see your plight
and don't do nothin'
and don't do nothin'
to not even fight
not lift a hand,
not shed a tear,
not take a stand,
not ease a fear
just sittin' here,
I might die
I might die,
to see another brother maimed,
to see another sister shamed,
I might die 
to see another mother cry,
as I stand there wondering, why?
I'll climb a hundred ladders,
to cause a hundred banners, to fly,
proclaiming BlackLivesMatter,
if it would cease the manner,
in which liberty lie,
I might die,
but if I remember correctly,
if it affects one of us directly,
it affects us all indirectly, so
I might die,
I might die,
If I don't do nothin'
I might die,
if my hand I give, 
but a person without
something to die for
isn't fit to live.

victori7 © 8/4/15

I want to live!

I want to live!

Live like you've never known,

turn a trickle into a river,

to soften each heart of stone,

I want to love!

Love like, what's never been shown!

turn a broken mold into a work of art,

and mend each broken heart,

I want to splash!

Splash hard to create a wave,

turn those waves into tsunami's,

be a buoy to each life I save,

I want to move!

Move obstacles from the way.

turn mountains to ant hills.

clear a path to a brighter day.

I want to stretch!

stretch my arms wide and long,

from Texas to Timbuctoo,

to unite the world as one!

I want to jump!

Jump high enough to fly,

from my skin into a star,

light the pathway of the blind.

I want to lead!

Lead the misled,

turn evil into good,

and dry each tear that's shed.

I want to change!

Change the world that is,

from a rock into a pearl

change sadness into bliss.

I want to give!

Give the children a better try,

turn their problems to resolutions,

I want this bad enough to die.

and that is why,

I want to live! 7/9/15 © Victori7

Self C O N T R O L

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 ©