BY SIR WALTER RALEGH

Go, soul, the body’s guest,

Upon a thankless errand;

Fear not to touch the best;

The truth shall be thy warrant.

Go, since I needs must die,

And give the world the lie.

Say to the court, it glows

And shines like rotten wood;

Say to the church, it shows

What’s good, and doth no good.

If church and court reply,

Then give them both the lie.

Tell potentates, they live

Acting by others’ action;

Not loved unless they give,

Not strong but by a faction.

If potentates reply,

Give potentates the lie.

Tell men of high condition,

That manage the estate,

Their purpose is ambition,

Their practice only hate.

And if they once reply,

Then give them all the lie.

Tell them that brave it most,

They beg for more by spending,

Who, in their greatest cost,

Seek nothing but commending.

And if they make reply,

Then give them all the lie.

Tell zeal it wants devotion;

Tell love it is but lust;

Tell time it is but motion;

Tell flesh it is but dust.

And wish them not reply,

For thou must give the lie.

Tell age it daily wasteth;

Tell honor how it alters;

Tell beauty how she blasteth;

Tell favor how it falters.

And as they shall reply,

Give every one the lie.

Tell wit how much it wrangles

In tickle points of niceness;

Tell wisdom she entangles

Herself in overwiseness.

And when they do reply,

Straight give them both the lie.

Tell physic of her boldness;

Tell skill it is pretension;

Tell charity of coldness;

Tell law it is contention.

And as they do reply,

So give them still the lie.

Tell fortune of her blindness;

Tell nature of decay;

Tell friendship of unkindness;

Tell justice of delay.

And if they will reply,

Then give them all the lie.

Tell arts they have no soundness,

But vary by esteeming;

Tell schools they want profoundness,

And stand too much on seeming.

If arts and schools reply,

Give arts and schools the lie.

Tell faith it’s fled the city;

Tell how the country erreth;

Tell manhood shakes off pity;

Tell virtue least preferreth.

And if they do reply,

Spare not to give the lie.

So when thou hast, as I

Commanded thee, done blabbing—

Although to give the lie

Deserves no less than stabbing—

Stab at thee he that will,

No stab the soul can kill.

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Maggots lace the soil, 

Their pulsing white bodies, 

Wriggling on the ground, 

In agony or ecstasy, 

No one can tell.

They came to claim the dead,

Corpses wrapped in white linen,

Saturated with decay,

A mountain of carnage,

Claimed by the Earth. 

The underworld beckons them,

With splintered claws,

And a gaping jaw,

Festering with the sins of man,

Rancid and defiled. 

The bodies sink beneath soil,

Their gruesome stench,

Pervading the graveyard,

A blood-soaked paradise,

For the wretched and the damned. 

Their descent is harrowing,

As they claw mercilessly,

At their earthen prison,

Suffocated by the weight,

Of their eternal guilt. 

 

I thought that I had wavy hair

Until I shaved. Instead,

I find that I have straight hair

And a very wavy head.

That day, the day the saucers came, by some coincidence,
Was the day that the graves gave up their dead
And the zombies pushed up through soft earth
or erupted, shambling and dull-eyed, unstoppable,
Came towards us, the living, and we screamed and ran,
But you did not notice this because

On the saucer day, which was zombie day, it was
Ragnarok also, and the television screens showed us
A ship built of dead-men’s nails, a serpent, a wolf,
All bigger than the mind could hold,
and the cameraman could
Not get far enough away, and then the Gods came out
But you did not see them coming because

On the saucer-zombie-battling-gods
day the floodgates broke
And each of us was engulfed by genies and sprites
Offering us wishes and wonders and eternities
And charm and cleverness and true
brave hearts and pots of gold
While giants feefofummed across
the land and killer bees,
But you had no idea of any of this because

That day, the saucer day, the zombie day
The Ragnarok and fairies day,
the day the great winds came
And snows and the cities turned to crystal, the day
All plants died, plastics dissolved, the day the
Computers turned, the screens telling
us we would obey, the day
Angels, drunk and muddled, stumbled from the bars,
And all the bells of London were sounded, the day
Animals spoke to us in Assyrian, the Yeti day,
The fluttering capes and arrival of
the Time Machine day,
You didn’t notice any of this because
you were sitting in your room, not doing anything
not even reading, not really, just
looking at your telephone,
wondering if I was going to call.

Taking control of the blinded ones.

It tracks and follows just moments away.

Release the grip of control, tired of inhalations.

This freedom comes with a high price.

Mocking and engaging, the constraints will suffice.

Undone, by selfless control over the indulgence.

Desires in the foggy windows.

The danger is in killer compounds, deep sleep in their vows.

Returning to death’s table, do not sit but stand alive.

Stay awake, keeping life safe.

Chemical additions will make you pay.

High prices are taxing to loved ones.

In death’s bed to sleep, a debt to stay.

 

RIP DMX and all the other overdosed losses.

Melinda Radilla

The truths I have come to know mean something,

I wonder if it's all for you? Because I know truly, The things I do are not for me.
 

Tears have taken the place of my lonely scriptures, Again is it all for you? Because I know truly, I do not regret what I am to be a part of.

My remorse comes from not holding on, But if I could, I would; however that is lie, because I am incapable of holding onto what I love.

You were my addiction, and I was your fixation,

I was captivated by your wave, oh so alluring,

And I never failed to keep you intrigued.

Blessed with a moment of remembrance,
Mnemosyne,

We focused more on being, rather than being with,

I wonder if you think the same? Hopefully our paths will cross once again. 

--Pablo Neruda--