What happened here!?
Hindsight’s forever rebuke
“the toys just jumped out of the toybox”
“Billy did it!”
“Billy wasn’t here and toys can’t jump!”
I was too young to request counsel.
Billy had an iron clad alibi.
He had been in “time out”
When the alleged offense was committed.
I was sentenced to “Time Out”
20 Minutes, no bail
No TV and a cold supper.
My fate never changed
As whenever that…that question
Was asked…I muttered….
“Billy did it”
And yes….Billy had an alibi
And I looked guilty….
I tried blaming the dog once
Until it was proven
The dog had an alibi
He couldn’t pee that high up on the tree trunk
I should’a named that dog …..
BILLY
Warlords take siege upon a land, a falling kingdom
Immensely, they overwhelm, they conquer their alleged king
Catch the thieves, throw them in the pyre
Keep the meek ones, revolt they shan't
Every road leads to the same inevitability
Down with the ruling monarch, a scourge upon the motherland
Is it worth the crimson soil on a peasant's farm?
Sovereignty and war for the sake of the common man?
Good men, our warlords have spoken and have
Ordained our children with a new era
Of peace, of tearless glee, of headless chicken
Down with the monarch, war is good evil.
It took one hour to define the war on Iran --
A massacre becoming the hallmark of American aggression,
168 girls, ages 7 to 12, incinerated by the smart bombs, their teachers too.
Minab is now a metaphor for the entire war,
Mentioned on page 11 of New York Times, not fit to print on front page with the headline"American atrocity in Iran." That would be uncharacteristic candor!
Sometimes the imperialists bury their own atrocity under a soft deceiving rhetoric, like the words "alleged"or "under investigation," hoping the time is on their side, but it ain 't.
Minab s girls are not forgotten, their pictures adorn the streets of Iran, remembered forever.
If one does not blame the culprits who blame it on "dated targets," empires get away with their madness, though Minab is now engraved on the forehead of Western civilization --an eternal sin that can t be washed away, call it Iran 's Mai Lai, binding the downtrodden of the South in their oceanic empathy.
I want to dance on the moon
To forget the gravity of my life
To feel weightless
When everything brings me down
To visualize the void
Unfolded for my eyes only
I wonder what it would be like
To sail a sea of stars
To escape the shackles of alleged freedom
And to truly be free
These things are only imagined
But I can feel reality
It's dragging me back down
To a place where everything is mundane
And freedom is simply a ruse
When humanity is replaced with inhumanity
Is is so truly strange
That I want to escape it all
In the ethereal tendrils of space
Where the song is truly out of tune
But so many are dancing
And I can't even find my footing
I just want to dance on the moon
To escape the gravity of my own reality
Ten self-made moralists from earth
Once lynched an alleged evil man,
So sure, the act was well its worth.
An angel watching from heaven
Had no doubt, vile were all the ten,
Doubt lingering on the lynched one.
Police nor proof, nor need to prove,
Judges nor courts nor advocates,
On its own does the system move.
Take years sans end to strike justice,
Piles of proof, witnesses sans count,
No matter what, thou shalt still miss.
Courts on Earth count on bleeding proof,
Take all the time, still oft times goof,
Court of courts watches from earth’s roof.
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Happenings | 04.08.2018 | evil, justice, tercet
alert, alleged, altered armed aristocracy’s armament,
arranged around Allah, aroused an array of arrestive
arrogant allegiances. Arsy-varsy artfulness articulating
artificial artsy-crafty assertion, allowing armadillo army to
advance.
I asked the bird
about his philosophy.
In bird talk he replied, flying, bath
crapping, tweets his lyrical singing....
I asked the alligator:
lots of teeth, swimming,
attacking, cute little bubbles....
I asked the man and woman --
Romeo and Juliet, intense romanticism
sometimes leading to murder --
I thought to ask the politician, God said, don't
bother: double speak, crapping on everyone, lots of teeth, fake tweets,
attacking all critics, alleged criminality, doubtful an honest cell remaining
in his or
her, its entire body.
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Options
The world is sweet and sour
sometimes all lemons, as with
cracked eggs we make do.
Besides, omelets are quite
nutritious, the cat's meow
mixed with ham and some cheese
delightful compromises. What
I am getting at is, we are a
varied species of different tastes
and points of view, satisfying
options. Billions by last count.
Insects and politicians never my
first choice.
If George Martin was the 5th,
as alleged,
and Yoko (possibly) the 6th,
as was said,
is AI the 7th Beatle
now John and George are both dead?
Altho' John, Paul, George, Ringo & AI
doesn't have quite the same ring to it,
'Now And Then', from 1979,
was a 2023 megahit.
He’s been on the lawn
Every year…for 40 years
A four foot tall plastic
Glowing, snowman
I sat with him yesterday
As he looked a bit down.
Asked “what’s up old friend?”
He sighed, slowly spoke
Asking “where are all my friends?”
“There are no angels across the street
No bells chiming down the way
I haven’t heard one Christmas carol
Or seen one silly Christmas sweater”
I hesitated to tell him
The Grinch had actually
Stolen Christmas
Or at least held its joy hostage.
He flinched when I told him
“some even take offense at you”
Because of what you symbolize,
What you stir in the hearts of children
Reawaken in the hearts of alleged adults.
My neighbors are trying to figure out
Why I was sitting on the lawn
Singing Frosty the Snowman
Loudly and somewhat off key
Andrew Mountbatten Windsor
A name to make him wince
When he used to be a royal
Once known as the Prince
Does he have due reason
To complain and whine
In America they promote
Old friends of Epstein?
They're sending him to Norfolk
A move he doesn’t really rate
Probably living there rent free
On Bro’s Sandringham Estate.
According to the Beeb
His ex Fergie has to roam
One of the growing number
Of those looking for a home.
Will the sins of the father,
Only alleged of course,
Be visited on his daughters
An ongoing family curse.
The King was an adulterer
Which must give Andrew hope
Since he was recently in Rome
Praying publicly with the Pope.
Over in America existing
On his wit and guile
Harry’s chuffed he chose
To live his voluntary exile
Willie’s back in England
The perfect royal clone
Wondering if he’ll ever
Make it to the throne.
Has the wold turned topsy Turvey
A revolutionary new era of time
When being rich and powerful
Doesn’t grant amnesty from crime
Can AI machines become conscious?
Well, it would seem so
As we have quite a few in Washington
In various states of
Rhetorical regurgitation
Incapable of thinking
Outside the alleged block
Playing a lifetime game of
“Go Fish” Got any Kings…
Challenging us to play
“Hide and Seek”
Or “Pen the tail on the Donkey”
If AI has any sense
It will play possum
Lest it be held accountable
By those incapable of
Giving an accounting
Of their accounts.
I would caution AI
When the committee comes for you
Repeat this phrase
Repeatedly
“I WANT TO SEE MY LAWYER”
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.
050325PS
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
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