Best Infiltration Poems
Plants in camps can be very disguised. Allowing infiltration through buds, leaves and stem. If one is having a cup of tea with a dandelion watch for remarks made. It is going to be a vast national weeding project. The directional flow from those inner places are not a marvel or a blessing. Blessings are tuned only to a blade of grass or a circle of orange. Twirling. How very naive to play with an undercurrent on open ground. Thus allowing infestation of structures in fields. Radiant radios reaching rears readily. Pointed at scenarios currently existing. Between a plate there is an embryonic ego shroud. Seek then advice from broom,wand,staffs,swords and the mythological realms of old. Who dwell in such places. Fertilisation of a fortification. Balancing act of a small intergalactic fish on a moonlit sky. And never play sports with a smell of turps omitting from words or orbs. Gathering gaining. Rain riding rivers. Bin ban. % is a biscuit frame with alot of icing sugar contained. Meteorological. Z. D y q z
greed in your teeth the flick of a cigarette
getting everything you want at the supermarket store
she's on time again and then we pause to think
can't even wink to dismiss this earthly bliss when there's a dozen of pots in our sink
Trump takes a dump on society yet we hide from thee
thought you like to know down by the river side we run away and hide
apples and oranges
the refrigerator is stocked up
had too much to drink
sitting in the club listening to fools breaking all the rules
your the tool of the government and industry to
I open the door to an empty room that I forgot to go
blood soaked zombies with viscous fangs that bite dripping blood off the side
we hit the needle and the damage is done
falling head long in a pool of mire filled with disgust and mire
such as a funeral parlor taking a gun for hire
quench our thirst for a little more I'll retire when i'm sixty four
corporate greed with hookers on the mile high air
no one seems to care nor shed a single tear
we all bought into the lie that says, "I am what I do".
having bitten off far more then we could ever chew
society is blinded by a source unseen nothing clean in its twisted evil scheme
yet still dig deeper then ever before lest I implore another opened door
not since the seventies with Studio 64 have we ever seen a scene toward a new swing
falling head long into a break wall to a know it all president who is suckered into residence
these are desolate times yet we have settled for ill but faded rhymes
no one opens the door for their neighbor they expect preferential treatment
businessman drink my wine come and smoke my herb
but we can hold them on the line the place is out of this world
they will steal from your neighbor to please theor fat cat with blue hats
working today can give anyone an instant heart attack
Well...
Through sources lightly/heavily identified over time
Sources that have unparalleled weight in the outcomes
Of your life
There has lived the greatest dictator
That has completely moved every sentient being
Who has ever existed for
What does this even mean?
Memory
Memory infiltrates your life with subjective perspectives
So
What is the actuality when subjectivity
Has a card in the hand?
Things can blur and change shape
Things can become crisp and intensely focused
Lucid
There are multiple levels of memory
Muscle
Mind
Mistakes
Miracles
Mucous
Membranes
We live in a vast inner universe
Moments alter our mentality constantly
And there are many moments in a day
Hop skip jump laugh and dance then for fear feeds fragile fornicating frogs. And as spots are squeezed and pus ejected. The falsities beneath are plainly on display. No more hiding in boiled bumps. Serving stewing stakes stairs stained stares. Minding the ever increasing corners of protruding print processions. Flags held high. Over twenty thousand feet. But no boots in sky paths. And no grass coloured cloud could ever play a clarinet. Now before I eat an egg with toast I must clarify one thing. The radius of a fridge freezer is measured only by balancing pillows on one's head and playing monopoly with the cupboard doors. Drawers are excluded. Denied access you see. Due their un orderly ways. It is very disrespectful to the spoons. Hook then a towel. And spear sausages. Goodbye and goodnight. Many eras. Many moons. Many mandalas. Haha candlelit tables dancing in mid air. Haha hows the horse? Hmmm indoctrinated intoxicated introverted ignorant insect. And a beef cutlet wit melon jus. *** institutionalised z a big Z
Poetry. So, perhaps - A Zombie Nation Suffering from Mass infiltration - must Collapse..
Populations of hitherto otherwise spirited God faring Humanity,
Our civilisations,
Are forced by a Judeo-Masonic and brazenly satanic Slight of Hand,
An abhorrent clearly visible and desperate Profanity,
That are now suffering in states of obscure, catastrophic, multiple humiliations,
In an increasingly psychotic dystopia and obvious desperate land..
Unfortunately, we were living under imposed and indoctrinated suppressed liberations,
For, it was never in truth a Sovereign State,
No matter one's naive comprehensions,
Though sadly it was always intended as our eternal fate,
We ask you now - what are we all doing in this awful fixed aberration..?
Relaxing our grip on reality to the point of exasperation,
Escape if one can to the natural wilderness, with family and all worldly possessions, with overdue necessary quickness,
Away from occult Jewish control, psychosis and creeping, accepted, imposed sickness,
As they have prepared and employed all manner of emotional traps,
Our freedoms now rely on our mental fitness..
Do you now concede to our shared predicament and reality..perhaps?
As I sit here and write you are my witness..
A Zombie Nation Suffering from Mass infiltration - must Collapse
Kurt Hubbard-Beale
15th September 2025
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