SOCIAL MURDER,

“CIVIL DEATH.”

I am still being murdered?

Slowly,

but surly.

Oh,

the pain,

the deep deep pain.

What is there to gain?

Though there is no

blood dripping knife in my chest.

I am still being murdered?

Though there is no

smoking gun.

I am still being murdered?

Though there is no

allusive deadly poison.

I am still being murdered?

The weapons of choice

is omission of sworn responsibilities,

and denial of public services.

The neglecting of

THE INTERNATIONAL COVENANT...

The burning of HUMAN RIGHTS.

Weaponized policies

doeth kill!

Weaponized Law

doeth kill!

Murders wielding

goods,

services,

and public policies.

Quiet directions

is the assassin’s weapon of choice;

to slash,

to maim,

and kill.

It is all the same.

Oh,

the revolting shame,

of the sinful same,

in a legal football game.

With cold dark bloody souls,

leaving bloodless corpses.

Criminal leaches,

with self enabling immunity.

Gulping down innocent lives,

and leaving an empty carapace.

Blood sucking vampires

with a blood letting creed;

Ravenous devours of virgin blood.

With life-force drained,

you are dead,

as dead can be.

It is still the same;

murder by any other name,

would stench just as sweet.

You don’t need a bloody beating heart

upon a cold concrete floor

to commit murder.

A clean slice

of the “CIVIL NECK,”

will suffice,

or do the same.

Oh,

the shameful,

disgusting shame,

of this zero sum game.

“CIVIL DEATH.”

SOCIAL MURDER,

will make you more dead,

than any untimely death will do.

Again,

it is the same,

“CIVIL DEATH,”

doeth murder me.

“SILENT MURDER,”

doeth kill!

Oh,

The unbearable shame,

of a disgraceful shame.

In this sense,

I am MURDERED!

Who will claim the blame?

Will you,

Mr. John Gerretsen?

Who sees no crime.

Who hears no crime.

Theft became legal

under your stewardship.

The “Colour of Right”

was sent out to pastor

in your rain.

On your watch,

it became improper

to exercise one’s authority

over one’s own property.

The Law has been raped,

ravaged without regard for tender kisses

or a warm gentle embrace;

personified as a two dollar whore,

without regard for her human-store.

Truth is forced to commit treason,

and be sent to the executioner’s galantine.

Fair justice has been turned inside out,

turned upside down,

to conceal the crimes of your faithful servants.

You did not respond,

while you commanded selective punishments.

Now,

will you respond,

or remain in silent admission,

for you are guilty as charged.

Is this a conspiracy?

Will you,

Mr. B. Hird with no badge number

to your

fake

fake

false name?

Who does not exist at bar.

A phantom,

alleging more than one charge.

A false entity,

swearing a positive oath,

to convict the victim,

and is duly paid.

Is this a conspiracy?

Will you,

DC Gregory Stribbell with badge number 529?

Who commits a fraud.

Who commits more fraud.

Who makes false returns.

Who swear a false oath,

and perjure himself.

Is this a conspiracy?

Will you,

Mr. Paul Westgate take the blame?

Who covertly instructs a Justice.

Who colour the court.

Who corrupts a Judge.

Who deceive the court.

Who suppresses evidence,

and played his part

for justice not to start.

Is this a conspiracy?

Will you,

Ms. Joanne Stuart take the blame?

Who neglect the case,

to cover up crimes.

Who suppress evidence

for a malicious case.

Who deceive the Judge,

to perjure herself.

Is this a conspiracy?

Will you,

Officer Pekeski with badge number 2261?

Who assault the victim,

and proudly dawn’s the mask of guilt,

for a false name.

Who failed to attend,

when summoned to court.

False imprisonment,

he played a big part.

For the 911 call

was the victim’s mark.

Is this a conspiracy?

Will you,

Ms. Deborah Krick take the blame?

Who suppress evidence

time and time again,

as an immunity right,

to cover her friends crimes.

Is this conspiracy?

Wayne Ferron: Victim

Victim still.

Malicious prosecutions

made the first mark.

Continued reprisals,

is to seal his part.

For  revenge

is so so sweet,

on a damaged heart.

“Bitter Fruit.”

“Strange fruit hanging...,”

fallen leaf...

Please,

stop murdering me?

Murder doeth kill!

Will you,

Ms. Kathrine Kirkpatrick

of BORDEN LANDNER take the blame?

The judgement seat you stole again,

with vicious lies,

to protect your friends,

and hide there crimes

in a wishing well.

Is this conspiracy?

“Silent Murder,”

doeth kill!

Oh,

the blasted shame

to play the sinful amoral games.

To defeat the course of Justice,

and avoid righteous claims.

Unequal justice is never explained.

What a shame.

What a shame.

What a shame,

it’s always the same                                                 

Weaponized Law

still kills!

Stop the killing,

and live!

Leegal Poet

Wayne Ferron

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Magnolia Migration

Karyn Indursky

Magnolia's grow from seeds

into stems into stalks with leaves 

and with the help of water, sunlight, fertilizers

flowers bloom alluring birds

to sit upon their rest station

as they take their seeds

to migrate magnolias

and spread their loveliness

in fields to enhance

the sight of peony friends

waiting to dance beneath the sun

with their new friends.

eyes closed

shut tight

letting the images run

letting the soundtrack play

this is our life

this is our film

the epic saga

the eternal journey

this is our life

this is our moment to shine

somehow i survive

somehow i get the girl

this is our life

together, from this moment on

this is our life

this is our happy ending

http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=EK_LN3XEcnw

Marathon Coupons (haiku)

Karyn Indursky

Waiting for receipt.

Cashier catching your coupons.

Printer gushing out.

Paper is on floor.

Cashier sidestepping coupons.

Feeling impatient.

Finally it stops.

Your reciept looks smaller now.

Marathon coupons.

Masked Man

Karyn Indursky

Pined by hearts.

Tangled with emotions.

Woven by communication. 

Locked by trust.

Held by hands.

Caressed by words. 

Sewn by experiences.

Quilted by dreams.

Comforted by subconsciousness.

Maturity's Cost

By Karyn Indursky

A high price in life is maturity. 
Yet, people strive for it like it's a gem. 
It's not worth a lot, though. 
People may be better off not being coerced into maturity. 
The problem is to get maturity things have to be lost 
at great expenses. 
Some things would be better to clutch on to. 
Whoever made up the invisible grid lines of immaturity to 
maturity was being selfish. 
Unfortunately, people won't discontinue this vicious cycle. 
Freedom to be fantasizing, setting goals without "reality," 
laughing without concern, embracing new experiences and people, 
etc. vanquish into thin air. 
Restrictions confine the inner beings of people. 
To be mature can be like selling a person's soul for 
guaranteed safety. 
Sometimes, being immature is worth being shunned instead 
of having the problems of maturity's cost.

Maybe I expect too much, can't deny that I care how can I not give a fuck, it's so hard holding back, I show love and speak my mind smiling and looking up, God looks at me from heaven so I'm good in that fact so I'm always trying to share and hope that people will learn.

Sometimes I talk to God, kept the light close even kept my heart warm, just like a loving father because God knows what my destiny holds, showed me happiness in a life of trouble, made me who I am regardless of the struggle, sometimes I feel alone like I live in a bubble, maybe were not alive and alive is the after, cause I keep questioning life and the money your after, we are a blink of an eye maybe there's a reason for this, really just a bunch of dummies who make their life meaning money, gotta justify it or your life meaning is sorry.

Measure My Poetry Sonnet

Karyn Indursky

How shall I measure the depth of poems

when the range of readers touch diversity?

Is there an ocean deep enough to hold

waters of exposed emotional eyes

telling tales of how words impacted their bold

desire to become writers with pens flying.

Their horizons of perception changes winds

as they take on challenges and propel

through grammar turbulence and their minds

adjusting formats as they come out of shells.

Configurations of imagery lights

paths to their imaginations brewing

crafty ways to make their ideas shine brightly

and leaving you craving poem treats to chew.

with every inhalation

i take in the air

take in my breath

focus on that breath

how the air got from the reeze to my lungs

let it out

exhilation

focus on the tranquility with each breath

focus on life

sweat dripping as my blood pumps faster than it should

over nervous, never ready, almost, not quite yet

sit here, everything fuck off, i need some kind of peace

anxiety, code red, highest level, breakdown impending

t-minus 10, 9, 8, 7

throat struggles to swallow the over supply of saliva

6, 5, 4, 3

blood vessel burst, vision goes red

2... 1...

#134-734 has crashed, bled, as good as dead

Giggles and laughter

Tears and screams

As each year that passes by

The shorter life seems



Questions go unanswered

Words left unsaid

A long lost love

Or the road ahead?



Is a lifetime of tears?

Worth a moment of joy?

Unexplainable happiness

Around that boy



Seasons change

Hearts are broken

Growing older

Life's greatest token



Moments pass

Memories fade

The good with the bad

We will all look back on one day.

Memories of you

By Karyn Indursky

Memories of you bulldoze me everyday. 
They destroy everything I've achieved 
until they're nothing but useless rubble. 
This rubble mounts higher and higher 
until I crumble beneath it. 
I try and I try to push it off to be free, 
but I'm buried in it. 
All of my attempts are to no avail. 
I need someone to be a crane to lift this rubble off, 
but who's that strong and willing?

I heard humans call on kali and the dark version of mary cause I refuse to bleed on bones or to dig up a body. Badabim badabom, giberish and the spanglish. I close my eyes call to Christ and the saints obey. Go ahead and use black magic but wait until it's time to pay. So y'all with the bodies y'all dug up and the souls y'all trapped will try to find the door but God says you will not. Gooooooood! Please forgive them. I fell in love and seen light even in those devilish people. 

Merry Christmas Sonnet

Karyn Indursky written with Dove

Allow prayers to travel from heart to mouths

as we celebrate the birth of Jesus

who was born and saved us with his life; crowds

of people want to give presents at night

The loving grace of Jesus Christ our Lord

touches our tender heart all through the year

But on Christmas day we all can afford

To celebrate his birth with loving Cheer

Singing merriment and blessings for all

who gather their Christmas chorus outside

with little elf's helping; no problem too small

and God's love like angel wings will help guide

So long as our love for Jesus Christ shines

sharing our religion will be divine

Metaphoric Animation

Karyn Indursky 

Caterpillar ideas crawl 

onto leaves of diction 

to munch upon imagery 

as it develops and grows 

before spinning into a cocoon

of poetry and with metaphoric animation 

my art has transformed into 

a butterfly masterpiece.

You learn from what you see. The sun is the eye and mirror. Tiempo y la luz el baile el movimiento. El symbolo de target but really it's the golden ratio. Stars and the planets free falling in all directions. Maybe I'm zoned out despierto y estoy durmiendo. Gracias a dios me estoy mejorando. Trabajo en la noche en el dia estoy descansando. Reflection es Leo llegamos aqui en Aquarius. Hablo con la jente depende como es en mi. Controlo mi voz y a veces es sin querer, pero nunca olviden que yo vine con amor. Comite errores pero I tell you no more. I have walked that desert and so I have quenched that thirst. True love and empathy I promise that you'll see Christ. Just as I have done I can't be the only one. It's just another interpretation and personal revelations 

Upon the dense grey gravel rolls a small lazy ball

Through the picket fence are eyes that watch it all

Merging above the peak of the roof are swirling clouds

Behind them is energy that continues to shine

A patch in the grass reveals it's death

As sprinklers miss it's spot once again 

My footsteps take over everyother ambiance that surrounds my form

Selfish

Blue stokes of lightning recede from the sides of my head 

as my eyes close all I see is red

Moments of freshness is blanketed by dread

Worry and grief

And a deep deep presence of disbelief

Secondary glances to the smoke like fortress up above leaves me aspiring to achieve nothing less than love

As grounded as a mountain in the background is an astounding feeling

Yet it feels it's all me so I round it returning to once again yearning

The worst pain imaginable is forgetting who you are

limiting yourself to a shard from the incomplete mirror

Returning once again to the abode where fear lurks. 

To go against it would be jumping through clouds,

With no way to see what awaits to break the fall.

To embrace it would be to ride stallions across wildfire,

Leaving behind a trail of ashes,
All that was known sinks to the depth of time.

Tears could clear a path to solace,

No way to stop this horse from running,

Taking me to where the earth meets the stars,

Finding my place in foreign lands,

Speaking a tongue from your native language,

So alien to me, though it breaks the silence.

A barrier placed through icy walls,

Skin becomes tougher as it is frozen.

Skipped heartbeats take me closer,

To find myself back where I started,

A journey with no pursuit or direction,

Knowledge grows fruit on the tree of wisdom.

You see me as a miserable child and you think it's for attention,

You think that nothings wrong and making you feel pity was my intention.



Just to be sarcastic i didn't know you live my life,

So you must know that everyday i have to force down the knife.



Want to take my place cause by all means go ahead,

So i can live a normal life and for once not want to be dead.



So if you want to live my life you must understand,

The way i try to cope is having a razor at hand.



I'm not holding it beacuse of fascination cutting is what i intend,

Slicing my wrist and watching the blood hoping my life will end.



You see me as a miserable child and you think I’m putting on a show,

Like I am acting like there is something wrong but what I have been through you’ll never know

Missed Out

By Karyn Indursky

Colline loved Darron. She always listened to him, 
gave him advice, hung out him every afternoon, 
helped him any way she could, cherished his hugs, 
felt blessed by having him, hid her sorrow as he 
went through girlfriends, watched him grow with 
wisdom, wiped his tears away, and so much more. 
Darron didn't reciprocate her feelings. He used her, 
took advantage of her, played with her heart, 
had her as a "spare" girl, kept her wrapped 
around his finger, didn't give her any serious 
thought, never appreciated her, didn't care what 
happened to her, etc. 
Colline talked with her friends about it. They 
helped her see what he was doing. Gradually, 
she kept her distance from him. Her A's went to hundreds. 
Everything became better for her. At times, she 
missed him. Knowing she had done the right thing 
kept her from going back. In time, she realized it 
was really Darron who had missed out.

Bored Sick and Tired
Missin' the one who takes me higher
The Kisses The Hugs The sweet lil' talk
I shake and tremble I can hardly walk
Knowing that he's so far away
Makes me run and cry hide away
A burst of happiness fills my soul and heart
When I see his face and say we're not apart
He kisses and hugs me like there is no time
And because of his love this poem can rhyme

run the brush across the white page

paint random lines which paint random letters

which when put together arent so random

spelling out words of despair, anguish, misery

painting pictures of incisions, and decay

art to many is a thing of beauty

but many artists are things of beauty

art to me is a thing of darkness

but then, i am just a thing of darkness

Be yourself and mold yourself to be who you want to be; not who everyone else tries to make you. You don't have fit their image as to who they and and expect you to be. God created you for a reason and if you weren't meant to be here, you wouldn't exist. You can control how you speak, monitor your behaviors, and cope with people as well as various aspects of your life. However, you can't change others.

Molested

By Karyn Indursky

The girl exchanged words with her brother. 
He said sexual things. She rode him off. 
He persisted to say these things. She tried to 
tell him he couldn't do that to her. He forced 
her on the brown carpeted floor. She fought him. 
She lost. He won. He pulled her shirt up. She fought 
him harder. She lost. He made her white innocent 
developing teenage breast bare. She fought him more and harder 
She lost. He encircled her bare breast in his mouth. 
She fought him more and more. She lost. He sucked 
on it. She fought him. He won. He continued to do 
it. She hated it. She hated him. He eventually stopped. He got up. 
She laid there feeling dirty, ever so dirty. 
She hated it. She hated him. She hated the world. 
She told her Mom. Her Mom merely talked to him. 
Nothing changed. All was lost. She was lost. 
The world meant nothing. She meant nothing. 
Her body meant nothing. Everything had changed in 
one day. She was molested.

Money

By Karyn Indursky

Money is an addiction for people. 
It buys them what they need and want. 
Greed sets in faster than a blinking eye. 
Money becomes their whole life. 
They think it's a magical potion. 
Everything resolves around it. 
All people know is they need money. 
They can't ever get enough. 
They want it so bad that they can taste it. 
There are so many objects to get. 
It's so powerful. 
People want power. 
Happiness can't be brought, though. 
Laughter doesn't cost anything, either. 
Love, peace, contentment, pleasure, & so much more can't be purchased. 
Feelings can't be paid for. 
Money isn't as wonderful as people believe.

Truly a Leo. Uranus to the Sun I'm breaking the seals, educated, so I speak in different points of view, old man is disappointed but he knows it's the truth, addiction made me fall under Solomon's curse, demons want to grant my wishes but in them I don't trust, this is my life, suffering and sadness cause rejection is priced and that's the reason why sometimes I feel empty inside but it's alright, I'm still the one that survived, confessing everything from the good to the bad and still the one to help anybody I can.

Moonlight Party Sonnet

Karyn Indursky

over a rainbow of imagination

thou parrot went singing lullabies to thee

causing melodic nature sensations

caressing adventures flying to trees

upon palm trees we sang high and low notes

letting our worries deflate like balloons

as we began to belt notes from our throats

together we were dancing beneath moon

like ballerinas flowers were dancing

as grasshoppers played grass like new guitars

for thee harmonic sopranos prancing  

their versatility showing their stars 

so long as wishing wells grant wishes for thee

you can come sing and dance along with me

Morning Motivators

Karyn Indursky

Exceeding expections...

Happy horizons...

Blossoming butterflies...

Flying flags...

Favorable flowers...

Courageous coffee...

Tasty tea...

Confident caffeine...

Peppy pets...

Diligent driving...

Chivalrous children...

Frank family...

Fanciful friends...

Critical comments/critiques...

Devouring daydreams...

Caring customers...

Supportive smiles...

Knowing you're alive!

Ella se hico las cejas. No se pinta la cara que rico como cocina. No se cubre la cara ni cubre ni una palabra. Ella es divina. Pura y verdadera.  Ave maria te amo ahi madre mia.

She plays dumb around me

Yet she is brilliant

How is it that my presense

sends her off into crazy?

She looks at me like I'm lazy

...and I am

But I get things done

With a simple pace

this isn't a race

I'd fall on my face

without any grace

if I followed her ways...

Motivated Pens

Karyn Indursky

Blessed hope.

despite the fact ive been laying down

emotions in lines for most of my life

never have i been too good with words

wasting page after countless page

in hopleless attempts

pathetic excuses

pointless efforts

to say what only my heart can describe

yet i try

running words from my mind

down my bleeding arm

through my clumsy fingers

my emotions and thoughts pour

yet the trees all died in vain

because no matter how much i write

ill never find the words i need

and all of this will be meaningless

thats just the way of things

in this mixed up game

of awful teenage poetry

What did I do to you

Why aren't you talking to me?

I'm your best friend

Can't you see

I'm the one whose there for you

Who made you lose from the glue

Who helped you out 

When you had no friends

So, will you be my friend again?

on canvas i paint portraits of moments

on canvas i portray dialouges and communication

on canvas it all seems much clearer

on canvas it all seems so grandeous and great

on canvas i lay out glorious adventures

on canvas i describe most horrible traumas

on canvas i play with words to create a masterpiece

only on my canvas does this hell become art

chemical changes bring chemical inbalances

enslave me to over dramatic mood swings

each high up slams me to a far down low

leaving me with nothing but this emotional rollercoaster

it wont change

things like this never do

im not getting better

just as diseased as all along

and i build up walls to help me fight these demons

walls that simply leave me in the fight alone

i dont really mind, quite used to it by now

yet that doesnt make it something i enjoy

still im getting better

i despise people even more

wonder to myself if thats too healthy

remind myself health is none of my concern

only this disease

this lifelong bitter sickness

my one and only

truest, loyal,

friend

I apologize to the ones that care i feel like i let you down,
staying by my side every step of the way trying to wake me up before i drown.

Trying to get through to me as i would wallow in my own sorrow,
despising and dreading of what would come tomorrow.

I appreciate your patience through this difficult time,
as i fight through this difficult journey called life i will continue to climb.

Forgive me as somehow i lost myself along the way,
i will eventually heal from this just got to take it day by day.

I'm starting to see things clearly as i open up my eyes,
and for how i hurt and treated you all i deeply and truely apologize

I now admit that i was wrong and im attempting to make it all right,
to the ones that i love a promise is made that i will continue to fight.

Continue to fight to prove to all of you,
that i am starting anew.

when one becomes none, a lonely being with nothing left

nothing outside of gripping pain and eternal anguish

this sad excuse of a being, this one called none

has come to realize that nothing can take your dreams

What I would give only to love,

For something like the world above,

Pain seems to be all the world brings,

All of life's terrible things,

Like a hero dying upon the edge of his sword,

There will be no glory, death the only reward,

Like a heroine driven into madness,

I can feel myself screaming,

This time I am not only dreaming,

Running away from my fears,

They are right at the edge of my heels,

No one left to save me, no one left to care,

It's getting too much to bear,

The villain has almost won,

My life is almost done,

Never imagined my dreams could fail,

But they did inside of my fairytale.

I loved the way she was family oriented, ride or die chick kill any homosapien, the fallen star don't fuck with her she'll kill you, satan, only the body is new reincarnation, waiting to evolve getting impatient, forever ecstasy I didn't pull out, pregnant, another age we met again, what's up, one more time watch it begin, the key and lock, it used to be with swords then became taking aim with a glock, shot through my heart I forgave but I don't want her back, I knew she was the devil, green eyes, I'm a jealous lover tried to believe her lies.

fairness has nothing to do with the ins and outs of daily life

nothings fair

nothings just

yet despite these handicaps and disadvantages

we are expected to wheel or crutch along

ride through the hard times to surf atop the good

but the storm is getting stronger

even the tides now work against me

and pretty soon my board may just abandon me

and i will wash ashore

left off worse than before

and, whether im lying or not is up to you,

proclaim it the best time ive ever had

quite ironic it seems, odd, deranged, lost

it seems now as if ive lost my track

maybe thats just it, exactly the point

were to be lost, not found, finding ourselves will bring loss

I saw my spiritual mother Chia as bright as the sun and also Bochica with a face like my own I am a spiritual son, I was baker acted not acting they don't have a pill for my madness, you have to be to crazy to confront the devil they say, they tried to lock me away but I fly out of hell footprints on the sand sometimes just my hands, I used to be the one that you feared without me giving a reason and now I'm humble and quiet but if I speak you should listen, I paid a price for my preaching and I will continue believing, I'll never deny the name and I will pass it on to my children.

Nameless

Karyn Indursky

Like my poem

strip away my title

with my essence exposing

my perceptive to you

through my eyes

shifting to my fundling tongue

Stumbling out diction

while my face is a blur

and all you remember

is how I made you feel

or impacted your life

whether it's a sweet flower

or a bittersweet candy treat

quenching your hunger

for raw, honest emotions

running through your textured

hair like a brush of imagery

making you question your association

with me and when whether you

recollect my name or only 

how I've touched you 

it matters not 

for I am tag-less, nameless, 

but my existence is imperative

like a gift wrapped in crushed velvet

for you to gingerly open

to slowly, gently, tenderly surpass

your expectations to truly know me,

not merely see me or make assumptions

and when you least expect it

your ears, arms, eyes, hands, hugs

will churn your senses to find

what my name is, what it means to you,

and I will no longer be a nobody to you.

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Inspired by my Nanny, who passed many years ago, but would forever tell me this poem. 

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"I'm Nobody! Who are You?"

by Emily Dickinson

"I'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there's a pair of us -don't tell!
They'd banish us, you know.

How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!"