Best Misappropriated Poems
1MDB Walking Free
Talk about living charmed lives for some people in positions of power.....
The latest involve news of the latest appointments of certain financial figures...
News about President elect Donald Trump's handpicking of certain people..
To spearhead his primary rallying call to make America great again...
Looks to be a potential pooling of people linked to 1MDB unsavoury fame...
No less than 3 of his latest appointees are tarred with the 1MDB brush of shame...
The latter being of course undeniably the world's largest Ponzi Scheme....
Spearheaded by a well derided kleptomaniac who is mysteriously referred to as MO1...
MO1 is a Malaysian Official leader, who conspired with crooks, and siphoned off billions ....
In an financial scandal to involves investigation that requires no less than 8 nations..
Despite their dubious links to 1MDB shame through the company they once served ...
A most reputable, respected and established financial entity called Goldman Sachs...
Gary Cohn, Steve Bannon and Steven Mnuchin are 3 top notched economic advisers.....
Recently appointed into the incoming Trump administration as key treasury officers.....
Rivalling the considerable financial clout wielded by the office of the Treasury Secretary..
Will incoming Attorney General Jeff Sessions drop the lawsuits by the U.S. Justice Department....
Will he be advised to finally set aside the high profile case of pursuing financial justice...
To seize assets that were the result of US$3.5 billion that was misappropriated from 1MDB...
If that happens, people, remember this Bolehland of infinite possibilities...
If it happens, “Mr. Dirty” MO1 could suddenly become “Mr. Clean” Mahatma Gandhi.....
Hohoho...
With Santa Claus coming for Xmas dinner, what gifts are there for long suffering Malaysians...
More infinite possibilities from corruptible individuals, from here to the highly esteemed US Judicial Office?...
This saga of 1MDB being the source of various slush funds that netted billions for MO1...
Will justice be seen done in the long run or will money and power brokers prevail as one...
And we see history bear witness that even in the highest office in the Land of the Free...
Alternative possibilities can happen and somehow charm the corrupted into walking free?....
Start to sound like nothing at all:
When their back’s are up against the wall,
And the Empire’s fortress starts to fall.
I hear there’s a concert for grieving;
Down at Altamount;
Surmon on the Mount;
There is a gospel for the good:
Misappropriated, misunderstood.
Come on! Give us a reason,
Instead of an act of treason,
Against your collective self.
This abandoned nation, sometime, somewhere,
Left its very heart on the shelf.
White Faces
and We the People
go hand in hand.
White hands
shake
white hands
without ever washing
their hands.
Handcuffs,
In God we trust
Affirmations
rendered on
God's word
promotes equality
Yet,
same crime
different times
feels like
slavery after the fact
Your flag
rebellious
by nature
Mine unified
with plenty of
disruptions
I tend to side with you
But that only leaves
Me handcuffed
swearing
to a misappropriated deity
while you
are telling me
to get over it
high-fiving your
one and only
***** friend
washing your
hands
So jaded, misappropriated, confused and lost. Fairly fairytales,
Lived, at what cost? Is nothing sacred anymore?
Modern day Cinderellas’ marry princes and are soon swept away by crocodiles
with beguiling smiles.
Prince Charming, answers the call of false maidens in distress
Who appeal to a nature so base, he sits alone in a ramshackle castle obsessed
With wooing not keeping,
all the while held together by twine and broken glass, into his heart, darkness creeping
While Romeo is in loved with Mercutio instead of Juliet
When animals are treated as children and children are treated just like pets.
When we live side by side with fragile happiness, but welcome regrets.
When indifference and passion are fellow bed mates
And the expected prognostication of marriage is more convenience and less about faithfulness and faith.
When dreams are shattered as soon as they are born
When the steady cadence of dying love comforts the love-lorn
When heartache is expected and dreams unspoken
That is when the fairy-tale is broken.
Gal(l)actic
What a dream girl woman I mean like all
the stars heaven and cosmos never to fall
orbits moons sun wind fire water and earth
never in light years a drought and no dearth
We danced our mobile of yo-yos no strings
attached cosmic pleasure undefeatable wings
roots to grow old with conjoined and together
we meant to sustain all storms and all weather
We made love lived love and made children
had future and trust pleasures by the million
a legion and galaxy of strength and good power
a kiss a word sustenance rose passion flower
Then black holes turned our cool Universe sour
the gal spiralled plenty of lactic acid to scour
what once was gentle and free flowing friction
turned malicious malfeasant from benediction
You gallivanted away no more communication
a confused meteorite and un-curtailed corrugation
just silence and denial gall bile odorous flight
a crash with full impact lost gravitational height
I believe you’re still bitter and sour full of acid
a stream catcher of victimhood still self-centredly tacit
misappropriated in anger delusion cantankerous vile
the stars have moved heaven and turned at the stile
My cosmos has shifted found new lover mate wife
nourishing alkaline base peaches and much better life
sweet milk grapes and ambrosia no more chaos united
joined at our hips mind and soul a new galaxy sighted
01st September 2016 Spring Day in South Africa
So crushed and misappropriated am I!
Am I! Am I! Am I! Am I!
That my heart lies on the floor, waiting...
Waiting forever hopelessly while mourning
The loss of your eternal love, darling.
Baby, sweetheart, darling..
I miss you like a fish misses bait.
I love you like athlete's foot loves dirty feet.
I want to be with you.
I want to eat you.
I want to be one with you.
Long past death doing us part,
I want to be the bat in your cave.
Please take me back, I beg of you.
As Justin Timberlake is to pop,
And Janet Jackson is to dance,
I am to you.
NEVER leave me.
Please!
Please!
Please!
Or else, my eternal love, I shall die...
As critics would like...
the environment western society has created
does not compliment our energy
the system is not pure
too many political figures are corrupt
their words are not genuine
their actions are not legitimate
their hearts are not noble
their dream does not correspond with the American dream
tainted with societies of secrecies
imperialistic ideologies
jedi mind trickery
master conductors of systemic conditioning
social conditioning
mental conditioning
environmental conditioning
conditioned to conditioning
coercing us in a state of seeking to exist
when our souls aspire to live
trapped in a real life Truman Show
a reality check, third-eye opens w i d e r
we will not go hungry
as we are pawns in their sinister games
we know the system is not pure
their institutions are blemished
their pity is disguised
their hush funds talk
their financial institutions are misappropriated
indoctrination of citizens to rely on this idea of money
using our tax dollars bailing out everything and everyone
except the very people who actually work for them in their system
these politicians are not on our frequency
the so-called elite vibrates on a lower level of energy
stuck in a mindset of selfishness and negativity
unable to even realize they are apathetic beings
we must remove from this thing called programming
let them remain in their own twisted string theory
ignore their well-plotted manipulative tactics
re-engineer our own way of sustainable living
break the invisible chains of systemic captivity
reverse thought processes and alter patterns of influence
realize we don't need someone to come save us
we must save ourselves
the system will never be pure
they do not see us as equals
to them we are not human
but we know who we are
we are the alpha and the omega
we are the hunters and the gatherers
we are the healers and the scholars
survival in the system becoming more and more fickle
removal has become necessary
their vibrations are wicked
their actions have become comical
their words continuously questionable
the system they created is not pure
we need to emancipate ourselves
Personally above and beyond all
I hate and despise in this world
Is misappropriation of certain
What used to be meaningful words
Critically descriptive important essential
That have been devalued demeaned
To such a lesser degree they bare no relation
To the initial gravitas they instilled
Like when I hear the throw away term
Racism is used currently bounded about today
With total and utter disregard
For what it was and is meant to represent
Now that I as someone who is someone
Who in general terms is rarely offended
Find absolutely nothing short of offensive
Because I know currently the trend is for
people to feign insincerity
Seemingly finding anything and everything offensive
Which personally I find both detrimental and most offensive of all
Because they have and find it somehow
or other acceptable to use these words
To use as a slogan or trump card to win an argument or justify a cause
But in reality they haven't got a clue what
they actually mean or meant historically
Identity and meaning in certain regard
To some people those who have experienced
The actuality and brutality embedded within
I hope are able one day to witness the day
These seemingly throw away words
Are reclaimed and are taken back placed
once again under their control
So as they can be truly appreciated and
understood in correct context
Not misappropriated so someone can
pretend to identify with
Because if they truly genuinely identified
They themselves would then finally realize
What it is like and means to be
" " OFFENDED " "
Drifting, misappropriated,
my lips spoke trivialities,
my hapless heart was inarticulate.
Fearfully I fumbled through
each day, frittering opportunities,
fervently hoping they wouldn't pick me.
A wraith within a wraith, I flittered by
commitment like a man without a plan;
I only knew the pleasures of avoidance,
'til I was pushed into the present by
a crushing ultimatum, compelling me
to find my way alone, now I greet
each morning with a smile.
The old ‘Pass-Punt-Kick’ contest
misappropriated by politicos
You’re familiar with the stereotype
the kind who check which way the wind blows
Like a hot potato they pass the buck
If asked a tough question, they punt
And when a financial decision looms, they
kick the can years down the road
So, fans, it seems we have a winner
535 Congressmen, each and every one a sinner
Drifting, misappropriated,
my lips spoke trivialities,
my hapless heart was inarticulate.
Fearfully I fumbled through
each morning frittering opportunities,
fervently hoping they wouldn't pick me.
A wraith within a wraith, I flittered by
commitment like a man without a plan;
I only knew the pleasures of avoidance,
till I was pushed into the present by
a crushing ultimatum, compelling me
to find my way alone, now I greet
each morning with a smile.
Hee-Haw was a Donkey
misappropriated as a laugh
Joe Biden was his godfather
oops ~ My bad, Joe's gaffe
Drifting, misappropriated,
my lips spoke trivialities,
my hapless heart was inarticulate.
Fearfully I fumbled through
each day, frittering opportunities,
fervently hoping they wouldn't pick me.
A wraith within a wraith, I flittered by
commitment like a man without a plan;
I only knew the pleasures of avoidance,
'til I was pushed into the present by
a crushing ultimatum, compelling me
to find my way alone, now I greet
each morning with a smile.
Beige
Copper
Tan
What kind of mess I am?
Disintegrated misappropriated bludgeoned;
Love and peace is coming;
Deep inside the heart,
it is dark;
There is a light,
that flickers on bright;
As the dawn purple blue and red royalty fit as it bleeds slight;
Sadden been hit, struck over, over, over again
10/20/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr ©
A curly corded telephone rings in a distant room,
its black Bakelite bulk vibrates behind closed eyes.
An old-time fire-engine parks its flame and brass chassis
inside a cavernous skull, though no conflagration
sets the dark alight.
It is that shallow pit of night when faceless clocks
expose themselves to be landmines.
A far past is calling; disembodied tongues drum loud
above the rattle of a tin ear.
A cumbersome receiver tumbles off its cradle
an accumulated dust of misappropriated yesterday’s
softens its fall.
Nothing has grasped at nothing.
A line is dead and buried; there's no resurrection,
the call however lingers, as a voice dissolve's
deep within the combustible light
of another day.