Hard story..Hard to Beleive? airline pilot Mark Harris does
Reveal.' Opening his memory 2008 till now.' On murder kidnapping 'child abuse' and coersion by medical dr's on
His health situation.? This is all just wow..' Reports to police
Never being pursued.' How is this event not headline news.? Its
Been screened on 'redacted Clayton Morris as the host'
Why not tune in.? Or search for their pod-cast.. Maybe
Check this all all out.. if you might have doubt.?
On the truth of my post.'
When first invited
to The Land of Milk and Honey
where stars at night shone bright
and days there were always sunny
he demurred to go
Abraham was of a mind to politely decline
as wouldn't you know
he was lactose intolerant
and diabetic too so
the alleged Promised Land
would only guarantee
even more misery
but when he repented and relented
as his story unravels
more than 2,200 miles
by ox-cart he then travels
and tho' it's unsure if he found a cure
or the fire of his desire
to fulfill the dream which kept him alive
lo he lived to be an old soul of
one hundred and seventy five
It was on the 7th of May.
It was in the early part of the day.
He appeared but was never invited.
Upon seeing his kind, I was not delighted.
There were smaller ones I had seen,
But not this size since I was fifteen.
Slowly, around the corner, I saw him glide.
He then settled into his curl as if to hide.
I called a friend and learned that he was out of town.
I then called a relative who could not be found.
Years ago, I touched a large one as it lay in a hedge.
"He's harmless" are the words that my coworker alleged.
Now, 60 years later, a large one had glided onto my patio.
Of this I was certain: He could not stay but had to go.
I then quickly reached for a hoe and a stick for my defense.
That snake was in the wrong place; Of this I was convinced.
Indeed, I was a little afraid and taken aback;
But my fear quickly switched into a mode of attack.
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Brings me more sadness
immense guilt
I am fine
many are not
children slaughtered
aid workers shot
trying to save them
doctors raped
and alleged kind hearts sit and
watch
and do nothing
I am not only sad
I am disgusted
at all of you
distraught
helpless
my life I would give
to save a child's heart
I am so full of hate
sorry
27 January is known as holocaust Liberation day
The liberation of the Auschwitz concentration camp
Systematic extermination of jews what can i say
The NAZI regime laying down its stamp
These awful acts carried out around Europe
People being murdered because of religion
No proper food starved of syrup
Living in camps like hells kitchen
6 million Jews exterminated
Two thirds of Europe's Jewish population
The smell of death permeated
It needs to remain in education
Why were the Jewish persecuted
It dates back as far as roman times
The warped idea of man concluded
The Jewish were alleged to commit crimes
The main instigator for this despicable act
The Final solution incitement off genocide
Was Adolf Hitler this is a fact
With his tiny mustache and eyes opened wide
The evil within him was totally absorbed
He compared the Jews to being germs
He wrote main kamph for the record
Antisemitism he took by the horns
Although illegal and somewhat outrageous
Hitler didn't invent antisemitism
Jewish persecution was around in the middle ages
This would now been known as racism
When suitors come, my truth is softly said:
"My heart is his, though he'll not know it's pledged."
Though you have never asked, I have given all:
My heart, my soul, a gift I've long alleged.
Your presence leaves me dizzy with desire.
A flickering flame ignited by your gaze.
Within your eyes, there lies a burning fire.
A soul so vast, it sets my own ablaze.
Ecstasy surges, and I cannot endure.
Thus my gaze may falter, shy or weak.
The depth of you, so potent, so pure,
Leaves me lost, with neither breath nor speak
I've made my peace, though bitter is the call:
To love and yearn, yet never be yours at all.
BONE BEACH
This was the island where it famously ended
Upon a peaceful tribe, violence descended
A proud history lost and poorly defended
Raiders seeking alleged mythical treasures
Pillaging gold and jewels by cruel measures
The beach a battleground, now just bones
In a warm tropical breeze, palms still sway
Yet there is so little now that is left to say
As identity and history are now blown away
There are so few memories now remaining
And no voices are left for any explaining
The beach a poor record, now just bones
Perhaps a few who had sailed to the East
The remnants of the many now deceased
One day may return for the annual feast
Having left their rich culture far behind
Shocked at the scene they would now find
The beach a desolate place, now just bones
No more certainties
watch Labour release 40% time served Criminals
Dreams of wealth
manufactured out of thin air
whose funds will be raided?
Bleed the Private schools with a VAT Hike
The Countryside is not safe
building over sacred green ground
No oil rigging in the North Sea
are they eco warriors?
Net Zero is an agenda item
and the never Military expense at 2.5%
Voting out Tories
for alleged incompetence
we've got a voodoo chill now
Border Controls down the swanee
No more certainties
We have incompetence
on a national scale
The Labour Man smiles
he says your 14 years too late
his conscience clear
welcome to the rock world of politics
no certanities
The White House, run by strict hierarchy
Lambasts Russia’s alleged oligarchy
Putin claims to be stumped
But Biden has him Trumped
Grins like mad and says ~ ‘Bunch of malarkey!’
Windows open
A slight breeze teases
The hair on my legs
Goose bumps jockey
For position
A neighbor’s cat
Plots its escape
A racoon is taken away
In “paw” cuffs
A squirrel shakes the bird feeder
Sparrows wait below
A passing dog
Leaves another “blonde spot”
On my alleged “lawn”
An old Dodge Charger revs angrily
At the silence of the Tesla
Two crows make a mockery
Of the debate
I pause for an imaginary commercial
Alas there is no mute button for nature
Some guy in Minnesota
Wants to buy my house
My “check engine” lite came on
I checked
It’s still there
Well, gotta go change
The fish tank water
It hasn’t been the same
Since they went to school
Through what alleged transgression stand I now accused?
Is there guilt to be found in a drowning man who by exchanging all he has ever held gains the salvation of but one more breath? If guilt doth indeed exist in such act I stand willingly before those who proclaim themselves worthy of judging me under such charge.
Though I be accused and brought before the arrogant I openly proclaim the righteousness of my soul far greater weighted than their simple understandings as all scales of justice lean in favor of no payment due !
April 29—The sense of an ending… End of Trump Reality TV Show?
While watching the Trump trials
I sense an ending
To the Trump Reality TV show.
As he is revealed to be
What he is
Nothing but a charlatan
A con man, a grifter.
And he is not the King
Not a dictator, and not a genius,
He seems to be just a tired old man
Finally being held accountable.
For decades of alleged misconduct
Fraudulent business and political
Crimes including inciting a riot.
Stealing national secrets
And so many over.
Yet the polls show
He could become our next President
Perhaps I am seeing the end
Of democracy playing out
On my TV screen?
Dear God I pray
Make it all go way
Retire Trump from the game
take him now with you.
The House of Bernadotte.
Oh my, what have you got?
It's been more than a year,
Swede reporter made clear,
adultery in the land of Moose,
high up the ladder may vamoose.
Yet after all, he's just a commoner,
until he married, King Gustav's daughter,
the heir apparent to Sweden's throne,
wedded tryst to the roamer of Stockholm
poor Crown Princess Victoria speaks true
Princess Estelle, Prince Oscar, & grandpapa too,
The alleged, Prince Daniel, publically denies it, soon all forgotten!
Regal, Crown Princess Victoria, "Reconcile, House of Bernadotte."
In my very own personal genesis
Of this allegorical fairy tales
anticipating and blissful,
visualization irrevocably an illusion
that a dream has come true.
Now that everyone has become
obsequious and self-assured
and nonchalant, The sand once
flowing through odyssey no
thrives with hesitation, cheap
shots are now the game reversed
upon my distinctiveness for
being me, myself and I.
Humiliation. Unfavorably conditions
overwhelms my emotional
state of being, am I being
paranoid as loved ones may
typically say? Did I hear what
was alleged. Humilated
I will remain amicable, seeking
consolation, solace that she gives.
Where are the “gods” when ya need them??
When they’re alleged “offspring”
Are unable to converse
Without invoking
Their superiority
In matters spiritual.
Seeking only to convert
Those they know are wrong
To join them
Wallowing in
Self-Righteousness.
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