Less Painful than Kicking Garbage Cans

look, you and I both know the truth

how you treated me was entirely uncouth

the, daily, way you showed Tshaw and Pam

they’re the only ones for whom you gave a damn

giving them continual preferential treatment

while showing the entire class that I meant

about as much to you as a brutal anal tare

like I was some pain in your ass, which was so unfair

I mean, what did I ever do to you Andrea?

I was always nice and honest any time I dealt with ya

I may not stoop to kissing your ass, but hey

it’s nothing personal; it’s never been my way

seriously, I tried to explain everything in that email

told you many things I’ve learned so you wouldn’t fail

not that I know everything there is to know

but I have a lot to offer to those who want to grow

your disdain for me started on that very first day

it started out subtle, but you went too far Friday

you know exactly what you did; Angie does as well

but, you’ll both still be important when you get to hell

you shouldn’t take this poem as a compliment

this was done for my sanity; it’s the safest way I can vent

©August 16, 2017 – Tamara Imes-Nicholas

The Truth Shall Set Me Free while Karmic Justice Imprisons You

I awoke, suddenly, early this morning

asleep long enough for another warning

another prophetic dream was transmitted

prepared me for a day I’d rather be omitted

showing me in detail that I was the target

of a group of women at work who I’d just met

they joined together trying to get me fired

how can people be so hatefully wired?

I’d understand if I tried to hurt them intentionally

but they were going out of their way literally

fabricating and taking truth out of context

before I started work I knew what was coming next

if any of them actually knew who I was “for real”

things I’m able to do directing emotions I feel

they may not be so obsessed with bringing harm

to this innately gifted woman known to charm,

summon and communicate with Universal Forces

mastering every gift given her without any courses

you see, lately, it’s not even up to me what happens

to anyone intentionally hurting me it just depends

since the decision comes from the Infinitely Divine

but one thing I’ve noticed is that it’s perfectly timed

personally, I like that I don’t have to do a damn thing

to bring about the Karmic justice; I just see the sting

but, if I’m being totally honest about how I really feel

I’d make sure each one of them knew the whole deal

I mean, when they were handed their just dessert

they’d know from whence it came and who they’d hurt

not for reasons of ego, vanity or anything unhealthy

it’s, just, the only way to ensure that the opportunity

for their ability to learn concepts of universal laws

science and Spirit conjoined as Divine Truth because

both Physics and Karma factually state that every action

creates an equal or greater reaction; brings me satisfaction

I may have left work in lots of emotional and physical pain

but if things continue as normal I will likely have to refrain

from celebrating justice being served once the circle

of what goes and comes around lights my crown purple

to be perfectly clear, I take no joy from another’s pain

I, do, find joy with the progress of another human being

©August 14, 2017 – Tamara Imes-Nicholas

Feed Your Brain with both Hands

let’s feed your brain with both hands

don’t snap your wrist with rubber bands

because I’m unable to comprehend

I just can’t seem to understand

why so many people hate upon me

it really is, just, so fucking crazy

considering they don’t even know me

hatred’s all I ever get given freely

don’t they know how lucky they’d be

to spend quality time in my company?

despite the hard exterior they see

I’m full of kindness and generosity

quit projecting your own shit on me

look deep within yourself honestly

if you’re successful you’ll finally see

everything that made you all hate me

was owned by each of you entirely

now that you’re able to see things clearly

I invite you to pull up a chair beside me

I don’t expect to be liked by everybody

but as long as we converse honestly

I’ve no doubt that most of you will see

I was never unkind nor out to make enemies

all I have is love for you and I give it freely  

©August 11, 2017 – Tamara Imes-Nicholas

Moving His Mouth to Tell all those Lies

“there are no ties to Russia..

there’s been no collusion..”

are you still, “loving email” Donny

I know your brain’s one big contusion

but just cuz you’re fucking stupid

doesn’t mean you’ve caused confusion

amongst us who’d never vote trump

because we’re this country’s solution

unlike your paranoid, devoted base

we don’t fall prey to your delusions

I wanna thank you for being corrupt

you can take credit for the revolution

we all knew you were unfit for the job

from day one you’ve caused demonstrations

you’re a reckless, dangerous, greedy fuck

effortlessly destroying this nation

like Putin we all know you’re just a tool

we don’t even have your full concentration

tell me, after two and a half hours with Putin

did he climax after full penetration?

I bet he gave you the “golden shower”

on the “pee-tape” he has in his possession

I mean, a closeted, gay love affair

would, definitely, explain your weird obsession

with him and all the other “powerful” dick-taters

never seen a narcissist with more infatuation

for any face that isn’t his own within the mirror
but a soulless vampire, like you, has no reflection
you've alienated us from all of our allies

with your gift of mental masturbation
like a monkey you're flinging your own shit

it's a twitter-shitter storm causing the situation
Don Jr's, truly, the apple that didn't fall far

from the tree of "no-knowledge" he's your creation
showing a genetic predisposition for self-harm

a perpetual need to cause devastation
so unpredictable that you're predictable
I predict a slaughter in the next election

©July 15, 2017 – Tamara Imes-Nicholas

The Walls that Kept Me Safe

I, really, don’t know where I should start

not, even, a surgeon could find my heart

I displayed selfishness as a work of art

built impenetrable walls, but they fell apart

the moment I gave birth as a new mother

I was, always, really close with my big brother

had a great relationship with both older sisters

then I made a mistake getting too close to a mister

my beautiful walls couldn’t be rebuilt

even with so much irreconcilable guilt

despite needing the safety of a shield

I’m, still, a mom with an innate curse to feel

I wish I could change the way people are

but, it is what it is, and life’s become too hard

way, too deep are my numerous scars

still, each night I gaze upon the stars

I wasn’t really selfish; generous was the real me

to whom I showed it was a choice I made freely

most people never seem to understand me

they’re all fake; they don’t know how to, just, “be”

frankly, I’m sick and tired of explaining

and, even with my son, I hated potty training

but, with adults who are stuck and remaining

childish pricks pointing fingers and love public shaming

I’m sick of all the pain that I continue to feel

being told to “shut up” is a big fucking deal

when it’s my son who won’t let me begin to be “real”

if my, own, son has no capacity within him to feel

whenever those feelings slightly pertain to me

things everyone needs; compassion, love and empathy

I’m not asking too much so why continue to “be”?

all I want is to be loved, just, for being me

©February 2017 – Tamara Imes-Nicholas

The Poser Poet

As I read through the NY Times article posted on Twitter about Fiona Apple's "ten word chant," which she created for the women who'll be marching in D.C. in protest of DJT, I came across an apparent Juggalo poet (remember, my definition of Juggalo refers to the political Insane Clown Posse). The poet-juggalo's name is Joseph Charles McKenzie and the article included an "in part" version of the poem he wrote in support of the PE. According to the article "the poet wrote a poem praising the PE and his Scottish heritage. The poem refers to Mr. Trump as 'the Domhall,' the Scottish form of his first name."

What "The New York Times" printed for that partial poem was as follows:

"When crippling corruption polluted our nation
And plunged our economy into stagnation
As self-righteous rogues took the opulent office
And plump politicians reneged on their promise
The forgotten continued to form a great crowd
That defended the Domhall, the best of McLeod!"

That (sell-out) poet and the printed portion of his poem is the reason for this (my) latest, in what will certainly be a very long stream, of rants with the incoming president. Yes, I referred to McKenzie as a sell-out. Why? Because artists, in general, are liberal for many reasons. One of the reasons being that 99% of them have endured many, painful struggles. I'm sure everyone's familiar with the term "starving artist," right? Well, it's because nearly all artists have know real poverty while in pursuit of their dreams. In the case of poets, especially, most live out their entire lives with little to no financial success or even any real notoriety. 

That's why nearly all artist (those who've achieved success and those who died without any success both) support the Democratic party, which is the party whose fundamental ideas involve social policies and programs that help the poor, sick, disabled, disenfranchised, women's rights and all others that republicans continually defund or try to eliminate.

So, yeah, if he supports Trump he's either not a real poet or he's not very studious. Either way, and even if I didn't despise Trump, I don't see anything exceptional about that poem (even if it is only a portion of the actual poem). I make that statement fully aware that I have written and posted more than my fair share of "shit work." It's because I'm aware of my own ability that gives me a feeling, nay, a knowing that I'm not out of line with my opinion.

A Tribute to President Obama and His Legacy

I know President Obama is way too composed, calm and methodical with his approach to addressing the public so I have stepped in to tell the world what he is too humble to say in the way he has held himself back from speaking out loud. To all of the republicans who made it their only priority to ensure that the first Black President would not succeed (to such an extent that they would, literally, shut the federal government down at the expense of the American people). I selected the song "Legacy" by Eminem to represent the legacy of the first African-American President of the United States of America. I didn't choose it because Eminem is a rapper and President Obama is black. I chose Eminem's "Legacy" because President Obama has set the bar extremely high for all presidents to come - not despite being a black man, but despite the closet-racism exercised against him by legislative republicans. The youtube video of "Legacy" that I chose isn't the normal music video, rather it is a video that shows the lyrics as they are being sung. That way those of you who don't know the lyrics or haven't ever heard the song will be able to know the synergy between the song's lyrics and the elements that President Obama was forced to endure from the GOP. 

Mr. President, sir, I have seen you for who you (truly) are and I am so sorry that the "bullies on the playground" hated you from day one because you were black and more intelligent than they, as the entitled white men they are, would ever be. Then to add insult to their injury (of your winning) you weren't, just, far more intelligent than they'd ever be - you had more integrity, reserve, honesty and every other positive personality trait coupled with moral values. None of them would ever admit openly the real reason that they would rather destroy the country and American people than assist in (even) a sliver of your success; which was, is and will forever be because you aren't merely a black man - as the first African-American President you would set the stage for every election to follow. 

They had to make certain that you'd fail at everything (to hell with the consequences) because if you were able to have even one success during your presidency it would show the world that "manifest destiny" is (and has always been) white supremacy bull shit. To quote Donald M. Scott's article for The National Humanities Center in New York, "Manifest Destiny was also clearly a racial doctrine of white supremacy that granted no Native American or non-white claims to any permanent possession of the lands on the North American continent and justified white American exploration of Indian lands." Sorry for the long rant, but believe me it could be even longer with everything I'd like to vent to this nation's home-grown threat towards human decency, social policy and programs, foreign policy and diplomacy, etc. 

Mr. President, sir, I am so sorry; not only for you, personally, but for all Americans who are affected by the GOP putting partisan politics before the American people. Sir, I will miss you greatly (even if DJT hadn't won the election, but especially since he has won - if that makes sense). You accomplished so much in the last eight years - more than any president in my lifetime and you did it with such class, reserve, humor and all while putting the "koo" in "cool."  Yes we can and YES YOU DID!

Listlessness plus Apathy Equals Disaster

our movement's become listless

too many people have missed this

the clenching of our fists

buckle up now because I'm pissed

an incredulous narcissist

whose prejudice was so obvious

with which he never digressed

in fact, he won with this

disturbing is the apathy

I'm seeing all around me

securing their victory

even freedom has a fee

they're getting ours for free

don't take this so lightly

prosecute this robbery

without an apology

their motives are ugly

it's white supremecy

it's manifest destiny

using national security

to obscure their agenda

it's perpetual propaganda

using cliff notes from Russia

they made sanity a pariah

he kept saying, "the system's rigged"

he kept calling her "crooked"

his loyals are hooded

their motives are lurid

yet majorly supported

amongst the most putrid

the results will be horrid

with conflicts of interest

he's growing his business

without any laws to stop this

they put the shame in shameless

both the senate and congress

ensure a smooth process

with rolling back all our progress

leaving behind an enormous mess

assuming there's anything left

by this conman who's very deft

in all aspects of white collar theft

I wouldn't hold my breath

©November 27, 2016 - Tamara Imes-Nicholas

trump Looks into a Mirror when he Speaks

insane, deranged narcissist

a fascist with a very short list

everything he’s shouting out

to the sheep following without

educating themselves with facts

believing all his lies, they react

with blind ignorance they obey

his philosophy comes from the KKK

those who deny his unstable behavior

are the same people who didn’t favor

his being their party’s nominee

liberals have always known the GOP

is filled with “good ole boy” Nazis

some in white cloaks so we can’t see

their face, as if we can’t tell their identity

by their prejudicial, discriminatory policies

refusal to do their jobs shows hypocrisy

they say, “everyone who’s poor chooses to be”

“poor people don’t want work, they’re lazy”

blaming their mistakes on President Obama

trump telling protestors “go home to mama”

threatening to jail the opposition’s nominee

continually referring to her as “crooked Hillary”

shouting fictional propaganda at his rallies

when his polls drop from the peaks to the valleys

he starts screaming about a rigged system

he’s a “whiney little bitch,” let’s bitch-slap him

it’s not too late to end his campaign of hatred

let’s vote out the xenophobes and the inbred

ignorant who want to remove all progress

Obama made without the help of congress

vote democrat straight down the ballet

exterminate divisive hate, it’s time to end it

© November 3, 2016 – Tamara Imes-Nicholas

The Newer World Order

what the fuck is going on?

police are doing everything wrong

people are killed for being black

putting this country on the map

for insanity and racist crap

look at the republican nominee

that orangutan hit the lottery

he doesn’t represent you or me

mother fucker spitting debris

reckless haters are going to hate

because we’re everything they ain’t

let’s show that monkey and the pigs

that cosmic justice still lives and gives

ten times the pain that was given

especially when it’s being driven

like the nails through the flesh of Jesus

ripping and tearing their flesh to please us

because the crucifixion we’re creating

is designed to prevent racism from mating

rejecting ideals of manifest destiny

from procreating its deadly insanity

has humanity really evolved?

when all progress devolves

into lizard brain actions and policies

they’ve yet to get the best of me

that chimp and the fucking police

need to be exterminated swiftly

I urge my brothers and sisters, come with me

let’s enforce universal laws that don’t see

status, color, gender or sexuality

our creator created us all to be free

to live and breathe without worry

of such petty fucking things so join me

in love and in life without borders

we’ll call it the newer world order

©July 7, 2016 – Tamara Imes-Nicholas

Don’t Cry or Complain

I don’t expect you to understand

how this world is not a wonderland

the way pain, strife and injustice lurk

fucked up men made me berserk

the way I miss my boy

everything that robbed my joy

the hurtful things done to me

by everyone, including my family

it’s as if my life started off so great

that my punishment is to deteriorate

I made millions in my twenties

partied it all away, every penny

in my thirties I lived upper middle class

by forty-one I was laid out, flat on my ass

no more high plateaus to look out upon

a deep hole keeping me from

climbing out in order to start again

only foes, no more fake or real friends

not one mother fucker trying to pretend

they give a shit about my inevitable end

no more prayers to save me from myself

just a continual and persistent living hell

little does any friend or foe happen to know

I have been to hell and scared the devil so

it’s never too late for me to be a hero

saving myself and my son from the egos

of all the haters who tried to destroy us

my gloves are off so I can show what I must

to anyone who thought they were more dangerous

go ahead fucktard, scream at me and cuss

because you cannot get the best of us

I’ve fought my entire life so bring it

just don’t cry or complain when you eat shit

©June 24, 2015 – Tamara Imes-Nicholas

Back to School

what the..

why do ya?

fuck it, never mind

you’re so blind

can’t see that it’s not my

way, this way isn’t right

living in fight or flight

it happened despite

all I did to change it

my life is shit

just wanna quit

and why shouldn’t I?

can’t think of one reason why

because my reason is gone

like everyone I ever counted on

without a goodbye

wish I could die

but, suicide, like everything

else that meant anything

I couldn’t get it right

a failure at life I might

as well be gone

I keep asking God if I’m done

out of places to run

life hasn’t been fun

for a very long time

I’m not welcome at the grind

I can’t seem to find

a job, like a leprechaun

it’s a fairy tale

don’t ask and I won’t tell

you how shitty life has become

now, go on and run

back to your perfect life

after you stick your dull knife

into my back as I lean in for a hug

as you sit back and judge with a shrug

of your shoulders and a damning look

on your face – I’m the baby that you shook

then, afterward, you had the nerve

to ask what’s the matter with me like I deserve

the ass-kicking life’s given me

still, every day I get on my knees

and thank God for giving me

my son who’s the best thing

yes, he is a blessing

don’t keep testing me

my cross is way too heavy

for me to carry – it’s a levy

stick with what you know

should I go back to selling blow?

jack myself up on heroin

is that the reason I’m in

debt to this life and cannot die?

is it because I used to defy

the laws and rules of society

is that the person you want me to be

it seems as if that’s the way

you want me to live and play

ever since I found sobriety

the world’s been kicking the shit out of me

there’s no sign, for certain, it will stop

I blew it like a huge belly-flop

I jumped off the highest board

as I fell I felt so ignored

nobody wants to see me be successful

they are much more amused with pitiful

I’ve had enough of this shit, so painful

so put your glasses on, I’m making a spectacle

crank the music up and get an earful

while I yell and whale this rhyme be thankful

I don’t turn my rage on all of you

who don’t give a fuck about me, it’s true

I was your entertainment the whole time

but I never made a fucking dime

while exposing everything without knowing

that your television sets were showing

my meltdown publically displaying

the pain that was caused me, I’m praying

for a sliver of justice to be brought to me

for every fucking thing you took, we’ll see

if the laws of the universe

are just or just perverse

is there anyone else that you hate worse

than me? keep reading my curse

to you who have no love inside

there’s nowhere you can hide

my words will find every one of you

don’t act innocent, you fuck, you knew

exactly what you were doing when you did it

you can all eat a giant bag of shit

while you suck the devil’s dick

you are a worthless bunch of pricks

I’m sorry and I forgive you – every one

not for you, for me, the damage is done

I release you and myself from the rest

of whatever was to come and hope the best

of what this life has to offer anyone

just know that I was the one

who took the beating of a life time

and, still, turned out just fine

I’m done with this dance

there’ll be no more chances

so take a bow for your part you played

while I cash the check that’s made

payable to cash by you

and the rest of the cast that blew

someone else more important than you

I just assumed that you knew

you were replaced by a bigger tool

you’re being sent back to school

to learn how to play with others better

now I can watch you try to hold it together

you can entertain me now you fool

as you get taken back to school

©June 15, 2015 – Tamara Imes-Nicholas