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moments are no longer free
consumed by noise
and opinions
the enemy is waiting
waiting for that free moment
to penetrate the boredom
and occupy that space in my mind
I do not have control
the media owns me
I can put limits to my madness
but I know ways to circumvent them
What happened to conversations
and eye contact
The enemy has taken these privileges away
Buchenwald Bergen Belsen Belzec Auswitz Birkenau..Advertized as kibutz
Camps 1940 s designs, live now as this
Ages macarb'e museums, attractions of
Evil madness i find.' Generating payments
That get siphoned to wars.' They are temples to manna, steeped in past agonys..Into current atrocitys i am almost
Sure.? I am not reflecting on Jews far and
Near for there will be many who are not guilty of ultra earthly zionisam, yet i realize there is more, i see a satanic circle
Of distinct groups nominally Christian Jewish Islamic Hindu Buddist Zen under
satan..In cahoots each sect stirrs its followers to cause some bad event, then its the turn of another.' This way they circumvent.? Discovery of their methods
The public perception is always skewed..az they melt in and out of the shadow world that enables their attacks
On you.' Or whoever they next intend to do.!
Magazine madness of fashion obtuse,
Scantly clad teen’s covert abuse,
Circumvent moral by calling her model,
Grey line law’s favourite excuse.
Tick it and tock it,
And snappily chat,
Or X book of faces,
To summon the rat.
Where all indignation is vehemently expressed, where righteousness of self is digitally pressed, a mirror without flaw from which to throw stones, a facade without face or flesh or bones.
Artificial intelligence,
Artificial incantation,
Artificial infection,
Artificial indignation,
Artificial incandescence,
Artificial imagination,
Artificially incarcerates;
The innocents of nations.
Forgiven by your convenience,
Your need to gadget consume,
So yes their abuse is all your fault;
The fault of all in this room.
Illegal but one click away,
Ai can undress us all,
Immoral but here to play,
Yay for all our lovely tech,
What more can I say…
by David Nickle Read©2026
When political debate turns into an argument
you descend into an ad hominem circumvent,
but just in case you need to know
you’re shooting arrows without a bow.
TWO GIRLFRIENDS
In tangled knots, your words took hold,
A fantasy you spun, so bold.
"Two girlfriends," you claimed, a curious plea,
"So neither one," you said, "I'd have to cheat on thee."
A strange design, a twisted thought,
A fractured love, a battle fought.
You built a world on double lies,
Reflected in our tear-filled eyes.
One girl you cherished, gentle, kind,
A loving bond, you left behind.
The other, with a cruel intent,
A venom meant to circumvent.
Your fantasy, a fragile dream,
Collapsed beneath its broken theme.
For love's not meant for mean and kind,
It's not a thing you get to find
In separate hearts, a fractured whole,
But in a single, honest soul.
Beware the catch 22
You're damned if you don't, and damned if you do.
Take a drug so cancer won't restart
Side effects give you a congestive heart
Thin the blood so a stroke won't begin,
Internal bleeding and you just can't win.
I got a wolf by the ears
Can't bite me yet, but I'm shedding tears.
When I let go, he'll take a bite
I'm losing my grip, I'm turning white.
You're sorry for those single Mothers
Didn't have husbands, just "significant others"
So you subsidize them with taxpayer billions:
Now more on welfare, about six millions.
You need the cops to pursue a story, to prove you're not mad
But the story is extreme, so no investigation will be had.
Between a rock and a hard place, you're stuck in a bind
I don't blame you for going out of your mind.
You need experience to get a job, but there's a Catch22
Without a job, can't get experience, so what can you do?
Life writes riddles that are hard to circumvent
The path you thought was straight was crooked and bent.
Turn to the left and the trouble grows,
Turn to the right and the same wind blows.
So you laugh a little, though you really feel blue:
That's the strange world of Catch-22.
Her current space cannot be traced
exactly how he programmed it
a strategic system of files, unreconciled
feminine frequencies pleading to split
white picket fences, painted in perfect pretenses
circuits circumvent so not to crash
the matrix, masked by flourishing flowers
when does beauty rise from the ash?
opposites attract, so they say
her inner self, silently suffocating
crafted by his cunning conversations,
sudden lightning sparks, blackouts bring
the shattering shock, sending signals, commencing strength
step outside the interchange.
now, wait.
His hold on hold...
and she is safe.
Courage, grit, unwavering faith.
Free to pen a brand-new page.
What does it mean to be a bard of rhyme,
when locusts swarm to eat my life away,
destroyed before I reach my chosen time,
to enjoy every single focused day?
What does it mean to be a bard of song,
when life's sweet notes are played and out of tune,
when the world shouts at me, “You don't belong!”
and casts me out, beneath a frigid moon?
Ay! what it means to be a bard is choice:
when nothing else for me in life is meant,
then hope and faith must find their lifting voice,
wherewith against my fate I circumvent.
More than songs that rhyme, meaning's what bards make:
so, I make all the love that this world can take!
Why I'ma blue class das
Heaves off weight
Glass paings, cement trix
Uppa game
Leaves under trough
All circumvent no plow?
Gotta plan on does
Mookie curfew
About to procrastinate
am putting it off
setting it aside
it's never too late
it can wait
as
now is the hour
no time
like the present
nothing important
I can't circumvent
didn't wind the clock
gave my watch away
don't need to know
what week it is
nor hour of the day
nowhere I have to be
no one's expecting me
from this moment on
no long hard climb
just eating drinking wining dining
I'm living on island time
From need to want
From want to content
From scared to aware
From aware to circumvent
From lonely to dating
From dating to loving
From lost to found
From found to glowing
From hopeless to hope
From hope to seeing
From crying to laughing
From laughing to bonding
From empty to half-full
From half-full to overflowing
From poor to stable
From stable to substantially
No longer the past or future robs the present.
A surging gust of changing wind
has pushed me down a path unknown.
Engaging dreams I won't rescind
will place me at my lover's throne.
She'll gently brush her noble hand
across my soft but weary brow.
Her tenderness will take command
and to her velvet touch I'll bow.
My fire will circumvent her heart,
then cauterize the gaping hole;
a tear that ripped her realm apart
and left a chasm in her soul.
Two kindred flames ignite in dance,
which sparks a royal duet's tune.
For this hurting queen a second chance
to waltz beneath the autumn moon.
With newfound faith, my hopes she'll take
and forge a castle 'round our dream.
Emotions, dead, are now awake
to love that grows and reigns supreme
Shriek permeates bones break
Zigzwang with miasma tang
No one is saying anything
I’m going insane
Crossroads to make a deal
Instead his scalp I peel
Elitist swine high on the mantle
Pleas to stop as I disassemble
Cry wolf flock the sheep
Alabaster hooves on concrete
How do you even sleep?
On a conveyor belt don’t you see
Your packages of maggot meat
You hesitate then bite down and eat
Cannibalistically sickening
Pinky up with red whine to drink
It's important to me
Not important to you
What does everyone do
Another ventriloquist
Another jejune seepage
Another fist up anus
Another one to work your lips
Grrraaaaaaaaahhhhh
Slaves and marionettes
Stand up your the circus
Clowns in cars trying to fit
Rushing to drop knee, oscillate and submit
You don’t know what darkness truly is
Grotesque being where I sit
Trying to circumvent eager dummies kismet
By all means let me know
What your master says dear little puppets
In the comments, middle fingers both flip
Hack and spit
Brown, terrifying, evoking horror.
It sleeps for winter: windless plus serene.
Eminently powerful explorer,
Now juddered in its reflective routine.
Winter’s wild violence ends—spring does chime;
ferocity dwindles, some circumvent.
The cold soldier concludes its trimonth prime.
From it, the brown furry does supplement .
It’s Melursus Ursinus, so you see.
Spring is discernible in this fixture,
Yet the evil monster lurks, winter’s free.
Flowers plus evil combined in mixture:
Virtue with vile, well known rugged tension
Good mixed with evil, whole there’s to mention
the most direct line to heaven ~ is to circumvent hell on the way
but will they admit you ~ for seeing the devil and swerving away
said the millionaire to his driver ~ who put his foot down anyway
By
David Kavanagh 05/06/24
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