Full court press on the press
an all out assault on speech
verbose wit-nitts sowing deceit supremes masquerading liberators
an all out assault on speech
university protest branded
supremes masquerading liberators fabulist executive derided
university protest branded
agitators bolstering antisemitism
fabulist executive derided
the light on genocide
agitators bolstering antisemitism
tattooed ICE on immigration
the light on genocide
muted body snatchers
tattooed ICE on immigration
NPR CNN DOGE DOA
muted body snatchers
power play MEGAphone
NPR CNN DOGE DOA
funds deemed unfundamental
power play MEGAphone
spitting lies into the wind
Funds deemed unfundamental
Full court press on the press
Spitting lies into the wind
Supremes masquerading liberators
We dream ourselves free and in our pride, we concoct lofty words of praise,
"We are democrats, lovers of liberty, free from prejudice and hate,"
In our furnace, we build the great human experiment, a dream always worthy to follow;
We speak melodiously, with noble sentiment, growing gardens of ideals meant to be seen.
But in reality, we are a vulgar mob, shoving and sharing quarrels,
Where passions are easily stirred by demagogues, media, belief profiteers, agitators.
Blasphemies uttered, this is called "the society of free people"; it's a heavy word,
What can we offer the world but overly full plunder we've stolen from humanity's land?
Under the hallucination that this mad theft can be called progress and bright culture,
We substitute our being in a blind race, too often tempted by subliminal deceit.
Everything is built on the foundation of illusion, a selfish altar on which we sacrifice common sense,
And we lose our hopes and dreams in the abyss of momentary prosperity, the delusion of a lawful happiness.
Agitators ambush America
anger attacks, abstruse
acquaintances and adversaries acrid
absolutism acolytes abrading
abrogate acrimony
America, arise altogether
amend, amend
Blood - thirsty Agitators:
Their leader's imitators;
All the wild participants
With their slogans for drunk chants
And they all had pitch - Black pants:
The first thing Black Union grants
White's your doom just transparent,
One's white pant one's Death Warrant!
Thirst for fresh blood inherent,
One's bleeding corpse to parent
We're the Huge Elephants
For no business with crushed ants
What our legs do, too, to plants,
Out of their tips forcing rants
"Every new day never plans
Your big cannots to us " cans!".
The high priests have spoken
we were thrilled
when they said we could sleep
through.
They knew we were tired,
that we were natural-born agitators
given to independent incivility.
It was good to relax,
to completely numb the heart-sickness;
and so to bed
with the rest of the grateful dead.
Agitators on the internet, otherwise known as trolls,
or sometimes even worse, government moles,
planted to discredit and disrupt everyone,
or maybe just some with no life who for fun,
enjoy annoying the hell out of anyone and everyone.
I enjoy my encounters with trolls, I guess it's the sadistic side of me,
finding amusement in another's so text book insecurity.
Frightened and confused, freedom advocates
stopped listening to their hearts.
And Christians began chastising those
who have chosen
not to forsake their souls
for political gain, greed, and hate.
Division is a ploy
used by agitators
skilled at drawing emotions
from old wounds.
We all agree
that only God can change the past;
and yet, each one of us
holds the power
to change the future.
Americans are wandering through
an emotional minefield;
ready to explode in their faces,
and provide provocation for a civil war.
Let's reflect on the meaning
of freedom for all;
and the pursuit of happiness!
Together, we may find the answers
that bigotry buried
within hushed-up questions:
we're now just starting to explore.
The ugliness of racism
is finally being exposed for what it is:
and yet, some still refuse to see
that freedom for all is within our grasp!
I'm convinced that if we can't be civil, we must separate.
The differences are becoming too great.
The privileged and the entitled
feeding on the exceptions to the rule.
Plucking out the worst of our races
the rotten grapes of our society.
displayed in a crystal clear bowl
for all the world to see.
Dirty black and dirty white laundry
hanging upon a thin blue line.
Pin headed agitators preparing the bon fire beneath.
It's time to separate-go our own ways,
rather than sling boulders
push each other into pits and grates.
We need a two-state solution and quick.
but first we have to build a wall between us.
The building of bridges experiment has burned down.
But if and when things settle down
{when we grow up a little}
we could open a door in the wall
have a supervised play date,
With pictures of Gandhi-Martin Luther king
rimming the sandbox-to set the mood straight...
With God and the {international} guard at the ready
just in case we start slinging sand, bricks and binkies...again.
11:36 5 Sept 2018
No I have not forgotten
I remember well that 911 day of hell
When demon filled men set their heart those buildings to fell
Driving to get my daughter and wife
I heard of the first plane and I knew it was an attack on Americas life
My eyes welled up my heart beat fast
I have to get my family over and over in my mind as every car I passed
I held them close as I told them news
God help and protect us all as in the second and third flew
They were not martyrs as i slam says
They were brain washed manics with death as their pledge
The heros were those who ran towards death
Not to help death but to defy it to its breath
Into hell they went to set free those they could
To save and serve as heros should
At the end of it all some had lost their life
In order to give to those who could not fight
Now here we are seventeen years later
And people have forgotten and turned into agitators
Trampling on the memories of those who gave and still give
Their lives to others to live
But not I! I have not forgotten I am still sane
I stand in testimony that those heros died not in vain
Implement mayhem and dismantle consciousness manipulate hallucinations
with spiritual fornication. Psychopathic hypnosis under ominous fury with
amusement and menace crying out for crimson redemption. Annihilation brings
instant gratification a pretense to disturbing infatuation. Sacred similarities
necessary for perpetrators and agitators a propelled scheme not as noble
unredeemed. With recognition of stale pipe dreams is fantasy as fake as it
seems, a schizophrenic mind moving a thousand miles a minute worth it's time
bizarre and traumatic delusions problematic. Adventures of a fanatic imminent
and hell bent universal accomplishment prevailed seducer in manufactured
speech shattered yet transforming his future is bleak. With the end of this
Salvador Dali psychedelic trip now it's time we get a grip, walk with me the
reincarnation of ecstasy from the Appalachians to the Caspian sea ride the sun
in spite of me.