civilrights/votingrights/democracyreform
update on communication of opinion with senator warren
constitutional means and measure as provided in description of property
antitrust boredom
petrol
the contemporary lobbying for additional police
in policy writing equates
to the value of ignition of petrol
rather than the clerical error correction
of a homeless person becoming american
that prepaid property of the citizen is in trial
as evidence at the moment
exiting a sealed indictment for all
of those who accepted the transaction
ill gotten gains
from the ill in the streets
knowingly watching americans die
while issuance of wealth was described
in due process
allowance of interpretation of placement
of individual case by case of medical need
present day has concluded process of intelligent quotient ability
of laws to enforce death certificates as an economic
recovery interest in the mortality of exposure sector
of mathematical finite means for speech.
civil rights as commodity?
#civilrights #commodity #zen #buddhism
Safety is a rare commodity.
You can tell someone your traumas & triggers and they will still use them against you for personal gain to try to control.
Which can lead to physical abuse, if you call them out on their role.
If you aren't careful friends even family will use their mask to justify their treatment & why they take everything right down to your last set of clothes.
Always stay woke & remember some even close to us, wear that manipulative cloak.
Sent to grateful receivers, tied tissue paper package
Thinnest high pitched crinkles subdue outside sound
Drama sits by desire's side, scrunched ball wreckage
Item shines silent where tempting excitement's found
Picked up then turned in tunnel light, trim translucent
Resplendent sexual asset show, shop front renowned
From suicidal prospect, she radiates ready road ahead
Track paved in pledges strictly forbidding promiscuity
Attempting claimant admits her promises are pretend
Selecting occurs in empty moments, potential aligned
Perfecting her pitch to victims strewn along spectrum
Hypergamy erects ladders, to one's class not confined
Feminine walks lace edge assurity, swish skirt pretty
Tightly tuned to humour tugging tower church chime
Sprawl peals of laughter tartan on grass sits a picnic
Intimating intentions when ecstacy resonates from loins
Parading a masquerading charm, undeniable ticked time
Dishes out affection already demised lest limitless coins
12th February
Wealth Reflects Affection
she can’t give up
and needs to get beyond
just wanting to survive
she dreams of waking
from the nightmare
that has her captive
not knowing if and how
she’s longing to recover
she’s filled with fear
she holds her breath
and keeps her distance
gone in hiding
she longs for times
of warmth and serenity
she hardly dares
to dream of sunshine
lilac blooms in fields of clover
and children’s laughter
AP: 1st place 2020
Rare Commodity
give me time…
can anyone
I do not know
God perhaps?
A true friend gives what is needed.
One may not know him as a friend;
do as the Good Samaritan,
healing aid readily extend.
The bond may not be direct. He,
a true friend, gives what is needed.
Kindness distributed can be
tender words, food to eat, money.
Compassion, more than being nice,
is a golden commodity
a true friend gives. What is needed
are more willing to sacrifice.
Invest true measures of yourself--
patient love--into those you meet;
these words have worth! Dare I repeat,
a true friend gives what is needed.
Copyright, July 15, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson
For Random Acts of Kindness Contest
Debbie Guzzi, sponsor
We speak not of justice
we were bred in this system of
imbalances,
where equity is still a mystery.
we speak and act with
reservations,
a sure way to survival in this
corner...
we are the liberated speaking.
We speak not of human rights
Care is the common precaution to
all our actions;
where we speak with care,
where we act with care
and moderate our emotions.
We know only shadows of reality...
the truth is always distorted
and our freedom is yet to be
imported
from their next parliamentary
seating.
time
precious commodity
passing winds blow
salt, sand of life
vanished
The reflection says
you've outgrown us
I somehow feel sad –
That which we once had
has become redundant
The other side of the coin
says I should be happy
‘Cause you've found that inner power,
the ability to go out on your own
and yet letting go
is like losing
a part of me
that object that I’ve grown
accustomed too –
So I’ll be a bit teary
even feel a bit used
but I’ll always be grateful
no one knew the role you played
sometimes not knowing
is a treasured commodity
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