Death of a myth

It may be that the myth is still alive

But paradise on earth is dead

It is hell we are living in

Just rotating every century or so

It suggests to some it’s fine

While others rot & hurt



Yet even blazes comes to an end

Here in an AllPoetry dominion

But never outside

Mark The Outcry - A Speech At The Oscars.

He took the paper from his inside pocket - unfolded it - looked in the camera - thanked the academy - and began his speech:

And I cherish you, lovers, artists, peacemakers, loyal spouses

I am sorry that I was for long not the one I should have been

And though I tried, also could not be who you wanted that I was

I could not even be me, he that I myself wanted that I was

What have I been then or rather who then what or not

Does that really matter, I was not myself, I not me

While I longed to be the happy free being that I once was

So many years back, so much suffering ago, oy forgiveness

Sweet, lovingly, cheerful that what society took from me

And that, in his name, I will not forget, but I will come again

I shall return in myself I shall be in me again out the shadows

And be allowed to sit at his feet, in the light, salvaged and child

With him to judge you and you, his reign will be so utterly different

As I am allowed to unhappiness as long as this planet is flawed

So long as I am broken, yes split, I am allowed to be imperfect

To be doleful for the I is much too dominant in me and you

There should be room for you and others and not just focus on me

See why his ruling shall be so different, so mark my outcry 

And be jubilant with the unhappiness in this foul world

Not everyday can be fun, not every person in your life can be witty

What will you do to make this a better world, a less plastic society

Be finally independent, in mind and behaviour, not necessarily financially 

The latter is the pitfall this artificial world has set for you and me

The trap you laid yourself is that you expect perfection from every other

And you not being perfect is your everyday hardship, your outcry

Remember his judgement may be different ¡but keep in mind, mine will not!

He gave a last sassy smile in the camera - folded his unread paper - put it back in his pocket - and turned - the public silenced….

Haiku Variations. One of the judges from judges.

I judge this immoral world 
As God has given me this task
To judge and be judged

My judgment will be severe
I was told so will be mine 
As God foretold my life

Accepting my crimes and punishment
In advance as part of my penance
For trespasses laid on me

I was given fair sentence
Endorsed by God, for having no peers,
As he read my ruling


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Haiku Variations. Canaries in the coal mine.

Please faithful do not forget 

The honest Muslim gets hurt like us

In these ´civilised´ closing years

As clearly not every Muslim

Is a terrorist, as clearly is every

Anti-Semite a future murderer

If not killing in person

Then surely it is killing by proxy

To the right or left

For hating the wandering people

Is unfortunately not limited to the uneducated

Nor the poor or wealthy

It all starts with envy

Of mind, of having, of being excluded

Or of being not included

Is it ever a reason

When people think they should be exclusive

To hate or despise them

Is your self-esteem so minuscule

You need to either join or destroy

Your fight is with God

He walks with us wanderers

However humble, I Am on my side

A lost without a tribe

Bad on assets, yet rich

On letting go, overcoming greed and desire

A descendant of the true

These are the spiritually circumcised,

As in the flesh, they are assailing

Yet we, eternal, will prevail

We cross borders of religions

And should humanity require it, abandon traditions

Having faith in the Almighty

For traditions are of men

Where God holds true values in honour

Like truth, justice, compassion, atonement

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Haiku Variations. Put a Bann on Steve.

Well now the finale started
Of course he chartered an Italian monastery 
He pleases his master willingly

Providing lessons for the weak
The acolytes of the creatures of Abaddon
But is ranter a trailblazer

This seed of falsehood incarnate
Calculating, manipulating, spreading lies and abusing democracy
Playing like Rand and Toohey 


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The Master's Temple.

If he raged through the temple market then

Would he not rage through our world today

As it's his temple and we are desecrating it