Disarming the Administration of My Reluctant Capitulation

Disarming the Administration of My Reluctant Capitulation

Where forth comes this infatuation?

Your need to escalate each situation

Have you cast away acculturation?

Is my character on target for assassination?

My lifeforce in sight for decapitation?

All that my being set for emasculation?

By your stupendous stumbling of inebriation

That power you crave, I call repudiation

Perhaps it’s your form of vile recreation

This purloined act of male strangulation

Playing the saint, but in deep manipulation

A bounding leap for such bold provocation

Starts with weaving the snippets of my conversations

Creating a myth, which you then call flirtation

Just for torturing me with rank interrogation

Trumpeting fanciful falsehoods of dissimulation

Then a magical leap toward full denigration

Can’t miss your chance for complete castigation

A verbal tryst of profound demonstration

Never with facts, just more generalizations

A tower of lies built without a foundation

Your clouded mind always sees incrimination

The endless cycle, how it brings aggravation

No sight of an end, complete in frustration

Even in my defense, and a sound examination

Faced with those facts, your reinterpretation

The burning gas lamp, one called obfuscation

When oft proven wrong, so then dramatization

Off to inventive land, such completed creation

Then muddy up things with much complication

Throwing names and lies, with no hesitation

Your sudden surge, an event multiplication

Diversion, invention, all for ripe escalation

Add the pitchy rise to your sharp vocalization

Then how deeply you dive down to pure imagination

Another wonton act of your abject desperation

Raise the stakes, double down, the great accusation

You’ll call me the beast, the unholy incarnation

Not a human, nor man, some dark abomination

Say I’m immersed in great evil, a dour infestation

And then you cite on and on, of my machination

How I’ve waited so long in dark preparation

My nefarious plot in still and freshened formation

Many forces of darkness, my apt consultation

Cloak furled and cast off, my grand denudation

To the end then I reached, a complete affirmation

Your consuming delusions, an unhealthy perturbation

And your terrible wrath, another endless duration

So finally admitting, such a sad acceptation

I can no longer continue, so take congratulations

Though energized I am, at my emancipation

Knowing quitting your game, will bring separation

And the endless hard road of unfound litigation

Yet disarming the administration of my reluctant capitulation

It seems quite the time for a great celebration

About the Author

R.J. Schwartz is an American poet, having previously published, Poetry of the Human Condition: The Ups and Downs of Modern Living

The Lover’s Thread, Poetry for Couples, and contributed to The Creative Exiles an anthology of poems: Let the Words Speak

He also recently published a Science-Fiction novel, which he co-wrote with his son, called The Secrets of the Moon

His newest book, Things That Go Bump in the Night, Poetry of Fear and Fright, will be released in April, 2023.

To read more of this author’s work, his works can be found here.

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R J Schwartz

I write about everything and sometimes nothing at all.I'm fascinated by old things, rusty things, abandoned places, or anywhere that a secret might be unearthed.I'm passionate about history and many of my pieces are anchored in one concept of time or another.I've always been a writer, dating back to my youth, but the last decade has been a time of growth for me.I'm continually pushing the limitations of vocabulary, syntax, and descriptive phrasing.

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