Injustice For All
a slap on the wrist
unaccountable justice?
Acosta Epstein...
countless of women are pissed
a signed sketch denier's been seen
What am I doing?
I'm waiting to die.
My years are behind me
So, don't ask me why.
When I was young,
It was often said,
You're never too tired;
You can sleep when you're dead.
Now that I'm old
And ready to rest,
I trust in my savior.
My Lord knows me best.
I've journeyed for miles
And the years have flown by.
I leave a life well-lived
So, there's no reason to cry.
I'll stand before God
When he calls me home.
Pleased to wrap up
My life with a poem.
be warmed be aware to those who mock the lord
the rules and regulations are there for a reason not scare
to those who believe be warned the weather has changed earth will quake
be sure take cover of forced to swim for the sea will come in and take what it wants by force repent while you can the laws change your world and state 5 or more people having the same dream same vesion no turning back tsunamis earthquakes even fires that are showing god's warning you heed the preacher i sent! came back to me where there's still time i will yet save you from this coming disaster
Klimt is there again
I don't know if or when
We'll ever get to go
But just in case, you know?
Put it on the list
I want to see The Kiss
Standing next to you
Just in case we do
There is no pace anymore
time is picking up speed
one day a mustard seed-the next a sky tree
Nest generations offering songs to the breeze
space time is bending around rib of infinity.
A cluster of red heifers are being prepared
elements for the third temple are mixed
the loom of life weaving the second coming
something callosal is happening
some of it isn't going to be very pretty.
Speed is the offspring of time and space
the veil is being pulled away from great mysteries
It wouldn't hurt to say a prayer-just in case
even though you only half believe.
For certain time is picking up speed
the aligning of the starry prophesies
the great veil is thinning
frightening beautiful.
Bleaching the grime out of the soul
almost ready,
Dear Lord above in case you're real
right now I pray to thee,
Help me with my inner self
to change the way I be,
For many years and many days
this has been my life,
I even couldn't call it quits
for my kids and my wife,
Wish I may wish I might
give me the will to fight,
To gain control of my life back
and even of my sight
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
No darling, verily, I think I shan't.
Perhaps, pray tell, the merry month of May?
No, I am very sorry that I can't.
Aye, a plumber's helper, I shall decide,
as when life's business I must attend,
you stand at the ready, e'er by my side
assuring all things come out in the end.
As some make messes long as they shall live,
all men must have a spouse who will forgive.
I told the nurse
I swallowed a snake.
He charted: religious mania.
But I felt her—
three and a half turns
sleeping
just south of the back
of my clavicle.
I called her Vera
then,
full breath
pried me open.
Fire-rising,
slithering:
it was gospel
sliding
down my vertebrae—
a ladder
Jacob had forgotten—
yea and behold though
we came
back for it.
I couldn’t stop laughing.
Or crying.
Or saying
I saw light in the colorless
rooms
outside
understanding.
When I explained, again,
how god comes
in my root,
propels
herself through
my expanded
throat
chakra,
they were furious—
branded me
inpatient,
wrapped my wrists,
ordered more
Thorazine.
They don’t let me
sit cross-legged,
say my mantra
disturbs
the others.
Just between
you and me
this energy wall
crumbling, this crux
of second comings,
this fifth horseman—
is a woman re-forming
initiation:
an apocalypse
finally
worth the animal
salt-sweat
hump
it took to get it
going.
Beard or bard? queried chief counsel, The Spit.
Bared wit: "alike drunkn greif".
Berkspeller loose in the fief!
Beware, none sings from his lIEf...
IN AN AWARENESS CASE OF WAR
Murder is a crime,
Unless it’s in war;
Then it’s all legal:
The death penalty
For the innocent:-
Our reality,
Is not of heaven:-
Wars have no angels;
Only its demons:
Scavengers of peace:-
Oh, let’s be of faith,
Laboring in love;
God is on our side,
And has canvassed hope:
Armageddon:-
The case of lynching vs suicide
A black man
Hangs
Lifeless
Silent
Eerie
The only sound
Is the wind thrashing around
As it surrounds
The black man
Screaming loud
Trying to get the man to make a sound
The wind howled
In pain
In agony
Watching as the whole town
Laughing like he was some kind of clown
The police never showed
In the report they'll label it as a suicide
For them case closed
Why they were part of the show
They think they'll clean up the mess tomorrow
And because they had all the power
They had the upper hand in this matter
They also had control so it didn't matter if they were murderers
Especially if their victims were black
No one would care if they were attacked
Except the black community
And the worst part is they couldn't have a funeral
Because they didn't just kill him, after they also burned his body
Even in death he had no autonomy
They stole the right to say goodbye from the family
And just like his body
They burned his story
A Neanderthal
with intent on graffiti
dabbed a red nose daub
on stone face of granite stone
prints for nosy sleuth fiends
Ladies, take my advice, ignore
men who brag they have hot pants.
Yet Keep a safe distance,
it could be nothing more
than flatulence.
Detectives found everything shipshape and in its place
Except an ice cube tray full of water sitting on old lace
This housewife was neat, she would have never left it out
We arrested the culprit, none of us had a doubt.
I’m innocent the salesman yelled at us police.
But she would have put it in the freezer, Miss Charice.
Jury easily convicted him for her murder yesterday.
If she was alive when he left, that tray would have been put away.
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If at home they have not lost function ...
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