they sit him down, strap the arms,
not the old chair, not the rope—
this is cleaner, scientific,
no blood, no sparks,
just the mask.
the lungs beg first,
pulling at nothing,
a vacuum of sky
swallowing itself.
the heart beats like a busted drum,
then quieter,
the eyes go wet, then far—
a man drowning on land
without water, without storm.
the state calls it mercy.
but death is still death,
as the body visibly shows us.
Old Joe and Jill went up to Capitol Hill
Stayed four years, longer than they had-oughter
Then Old Joe came tumbling down ~
As she scavenged the carcass for his crown
The DEI VP's heart exposed as stone after
DEI = Didn't Earn It
VP = Vice-President, Kamala Harris
In Florida state prison, a tale I'll unfold,
The first electrocution, a story untold.
Anguish, pain, in chambers of despair,
A prisoner's torment, his soul stripped bare.
Electric currents surged through veins like fire,
His body convulsed, his screams were ignored.
The pain, relentless, coursing through his core,
As death approached, its grip, he bore.
Through darkness he traveled, his spirit confined,
A prisoner of agony, cruel and unkind.
Till finally, death's embrace offered reprieve,
Release from the torment, forever to relieve.
In Florida's history, a chilling page was turned,
The first electrocution, a cruel lesson not yet learned.
Yet the echoes of anguish forever remain,
A reminder of his price the state still ignores.
messy with a capital P
That to me is creativity
persnickety muse showing mean to me
being the best grizzly bear I can be
I am in love with creativity
You, please, stretch on ambulance
The badly stabbed with a lance,
Then, straight to a hospital
With your little capital;
Not later in a clinic
As proposed in a picnic:
Nothing to be left to luck,
So that we don't mouth "Oh Fcuk!"
How are you sure they 'll survive:
Those shot you didn't revive?
Sadly dying hopes revive,
When Medics didn't arrive?
I say: off to hospital
"Bad patient" now his title.
Iowa, Missouri and Nebraska claim to be
The barbeque capitals of the USA you see
They clearly have not been to Tennessee
Where opossum and squirrel are meat for three
Put enough sweet sauce on
And you will be dancing all night
Getting your southern groove on
We are the BBQ capital of the world, all right!
And let’s not take them to Kentucky
Where every restaurant serves BBQ with tea
BBQ tater tots, BBQ soup
BBQ sandwiches that will make you toot
Put enough sweet sauce on
And you will be dancing all night
Getting your southern groove on
We are the BBQ capital of the world, all right!
BBQ is also prominent in Georgia I know
I have an aunt there who can make BBQ glow
She will serve it to you as mystery meat
If you don’t ask, it is quite a road kill of a treat.
Put enough sweet sauce on
And you will be dancing all night
Getting your southern groove on
We are the BBQ capital of the world, all right!
Consumers crave perfect products of labor - life flows fast forward.
May, 2 2022
Allah bachay razia ke jaan
Razia gundon me phas gai.
O pray that we like Jesus B
That others wonder Y
His Peace,His Joy,His love, they C
Flow out from U and I
After Keat's quatrain 'O Grant '
| Year Posted 2010
Where the most influential persons live
Where the most dangerous goons gather
Where dictomacy where federal agencies
Where evil officers where harmful Psycho clinics
Where false propaganda where Elite Mafia
Where snatching Policy where guided missiles
That place is known as capital territory..
Note. Underworld is the hub of aliens.
Patrilinear
monotheistically monopolistic
CAPITALists
calculate potential endurance
of terrifyingly terrific human consumer time
Left for anxiously anticipating rhymes,
reasons for seasons long trusted truths
ego-coloring beauty
captured by
and yet beyond spiritual inspirations
rewarding
redeeming
competitively cooperative nurturing nature.
Matriarchal poly-enthusiastic multi-
bio-culturalists
also account for cumulative synergy
expanding territorial dictatorial time
Rewinding awesomely awful sacred rhymes
distrusting mistrusted false tongues
electing hooded lies
Disparately dispirited
desperate starving backward future
rhyming reason seasons
of nutritional communion
Not inviting
yet tolerating,
Not accepting
yet equilaterally esteeming
estimating patriarchal monopolistic economies
within brighter lights of polycultural value
No longer worth
resonant ecowomanist trust
empowering spiraling truths
of beauty duty,
health of wealthy safety,
Enlightening spirts
of empowering social nature
Empowering CAPITAL invested research
enlightening Earth's most heavenly design.
Ode to the Governor
by
Warren Curle
I long for a woman I can't have,
She is a woman who dances in my dreams,
She is a woman I always think of,
She is a woman I want to
She is a woman I dream of making love to,
She is a woman I'd long to grow old with,
She is a woman I want to share my life,
She is a woman I'm forbidden to have,
She is the woman;I wish the State would free
She is the woman I cannot hide away with,
She is a woman that I must meet Between wire and steel
She is the woman I cannot sneak a kiss,
She is the woman listed by a coded number,
She is a woman;I pray the State will forgive,
She is a queen in the tower of our despair,
that knows how to love me,
Please oh please, Governor do let her go!
Cheers in the Cali capital without capital
A year began in the pits of a fool – total!
Paid the taxman to pursue an old dream
Into a 3rd world I tossed seeds to cream...
The rain poured as death took an adored
Alas uncle, twas haste that left me gored!
Life grew in humid brew as Covid stewed…
And a harvest success went isolated blue!
Deeper than the lily pond I dug the fathoms
Viewed the past, to taste real bitter venoms
Endured more than needed; a dimmed sight
Notes of the misadventure flew on the flight...
Touched down mid-July, with a searing relief
Under smoky skies a work boom eased grief
Rest came with loans paid, before November
Ended a year thankful for good remembered!
(1/1/21: To hell and back in a year – goodbye 2020)
Jesus came down here to earth
in that manger on Christmas morn
here was God as in a body
having came to rescue us in our storm
This child came to be my saviour
to take my sin on that Calvary tree
there is my eternal hope secured
in Christ my Lord who set me free
Looking back on my own blessings
at Christmas time with a capital B
got engaged to Christine in '90
setting a date looking at the tree
In my school days, life was simply sweet
presents were special as money was short
a yearly annual was a big thing to get
with a few favourite sweets meant a lot
In recent years my favourite CD
was always special really felt good
a classical gem brought me calm
for me, calm is my pressie I wish to see
(This is written about the blessings of that wonderful Christmas night in Bethlehem, Then about blessings I've received in past Christmas's. Joy and peace to all!
Striding into and under the town
gate's
Two brother's came a riding
wolf back
Searching for a capital city on
which to build an empire forth
Subjugating the masses into subject's
And the battled conquered into
slavery
Ceaser , Emperor , Senator
Pretorians , Centurions , Gladiator
at the ready to guard the faith
From pagan diety to singularity
theologians
And so usher in the origins of
Catholicism and the Holy Bible
To build a church opon the basis
of the teachings of the Jew once
crucified named Jesus
Who entered Jerusalem astride
a donkeys back to heal the
sick and poor and speak of
love and forgiveness
Who ended up becoming
Jesus of the new Jerusalem
Who's capital still to this day
is based in Rome be that
Vatican City
Ever since and before the
dark ages of enlightenment
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