Musing through its morning haze, the jungle mountain begs for my infatuation. A nearby dog fails to resume its circular rhetoric and something closes the eye. Silence descends like fresh oil, drizzling through my rebellious long hair and down across my zippered lips. My kingdom can go to hell. Behind the closed another opens as the child hears the jungle morning shift talking to Aioue about today’s purity. A minimalist’s symphony. In suspended moments, I am the mountain. I don’t need Jesus. I am Jesus. Neither son nor father, husband or mystic. I am. Silence drips down like fresh oil. Virgin nectar. One dangling drop at the end of my nose, mightily pausing the unsilent inevitable.
A ticking clock or a buggered marriage. Another dog mounts its bully pulpit. Cigarette smoke from the contractors next door gang rape the virgin jungle jasmine. The party is over.
Was it besmirchment or carnal knowledge?
Innocence is lost
Or reality is found
I cannot say which
Hey, never mind the hundred thousand folks
you'd have to keep for decades in the dark -
the sub-contractors, cleaners, office clerks.
Hey, never mind the billions such a hoax
would cost (to really go there works out cheaper!)
Don't give a thought to scammers, media whores,
and all those earnest, honest whistle-blowers,
who gagged to play heroic brother's-keepers
and get on Charlie Rose. Don't tax your wits
by wondering how a monumental lie
could hope to last, or even wonder why
someone would want to try it. Think of this.
In early summer, nineteen sixty-nine,
the Soviet Union hated Uncle Sam.
If there had been a smidgeon of a scam,
the Russians would have formed a clamoring line
of hackers, trackers, eggheads and the rest
to tell the waiting world, "it isn't so!
Our satellites confirm, they didn't go!"
But they said nothing. There's your acid test.
(“Utopia and Terror Merit Badge”, 2010, original oil)
Theft In the Name of Good
The rise in popularity of socialism
Especially amongst the religious
And not just the usual godless Left
Shows that theft has become a moral good
When used to fund one’s own pet projects.
Want to house the homeless? Tax the homed.
Want to educate the young? Tax the elderly.
Want to feed the poor? Tax the middle class.
Want to expand healthcare? Tax the rich.
Want to destabilize society? Tax everyone.
The bottom line is taxation is theft,
The taking from another involuntarily by force,
And we accept it as a necessary evil
Until it crosses the line into things we don’t support
Like the killing of babies, bombing of villagers,
Lining the pockets of corrupt officials and contractors,
Locking up the righteous while freeing the insane.
The bottom line is taxation is theft, and
Anyone who tells you otherwise and supports it
Is just another thief.
(9/9/25)
The United States greases the slippery palm of Iran.
Who frolics in the frying pan with Hamas and Hezbollah.
Who vow to destroy Israel and the United States of America.
The United States provides Ammo and Camo to Israel.
Who are at war with Hamas and Hezbollah.
This is the reason no country can trust us.
United States foreign policy is really about foreign folly.
The defense contractors and their pals on capitol thrill.
Will make billions and billions off the misery of citizens.
For the sake of ratings, the media puts coexistence on the spitz.
Scores of dark forces are pulling us over the brink into oblivion.
Does it matter who didn't know?
Let's get on with the show!
War is on the screen.
Better than reality TV,
And it's free!
Feeding us with blood and guts.
Tears flowing from hearts!
No commercial breaks!
Have to keep us up late,
Our appetites will never sate.
Can't afford to have us wait,
For the next gory repast.
How long will this war last?
Will it have another season?
We have had so many in the past.
Who will win?
Before we begin again.
What are the beneficiaries of all this death?
Not you and I!
Certainly not the people who die.
Could it be the contractors that fund the war?
Rebuild again, so we can start one more!
Could conditions terribly sad
Lead captives to do something bad
When a sheriff not cool
Won’t let compassion rule
Do lifers in prison go mad?
Did structure that forms Gaza’s pen
Encourage the Hamas gunmen
And with vengeance hot
Will Israel’s king-sized swat
Hurt civilians at risk again?
Do dollars the contractors reap
For the deadly weapons not cheap
Make reprisals cease
Or bring lasting peace
After Gaza ends in a heap?
Author's note: If a civilian dies as a result of a bomb dropped from a plane or one dies after being shot by a deranged soldier, is the outcome any different? While a huge opportunity exists for talking right now, will politicians just scramble to satisfy constituent anger? During an interview, the Israeli father of a kidnapped daughter pleaded for dialogue rather than more violence. Is empathy for this father and daughter possible?
Friday 4-4-44
From the 2044
The Year of
Construction
Celebration of
"The Grease Bush Plaza
In Blackstone Nevada
Began after the proposal
To build the Plaza and
Convention Center in
The middle of nowhere
The Plaza will exist as
Long as the contractors
Can get people together
To build a natural barrier
Around the proposed cite
Creating underground areas
For cooling and housing
And storage tempory buildings
With gutters and holding tanks
To catch and store water.
Septic areas and
Wood chip anchor areas were
Forestation will began.
Manmade caves were water
From rains can be stored to be
Used as a source for our manmade
Oasis.
A fight broke out when a man walking
By the camera area during a live
Conference. " Said, ya'll es need
To give me part of that research money
Ain't nobody coming out here anyway!"
Bare knuckles and mad, two men can
Out by the camera and that guy with the
Big mouth started swinging and the two
Guys maylayed till others broke them up
2044/(1-1-44)/(2-1-44).
American contractor's are ghosts that the
Government
Sends in to locate certain people,
That never were there.
To give top secret intelligence
To the Government.
So they can
Send in special Op's to kill these
People,
Without due process or trial,
Such as, Abu Bakr al-Baghdadi.
Remember Trump's Vanity Wall?*
(You still owe for it, after all)
Cartels dug under
Drones flew asunder
And what still stands is doomed to fall!
* Trump refused to listen to experts!
Whilst he played gold, his staff
helped themselves to all the perks,
awarding lucrative government
contracts to corrupt contractors
who diddled the government out
of billions for shoddy planning,
materials, and construction!
Of course, the GOP want more
of that "leadership"!
The world is in trouble because,
We have journalists,
Who know the answers, before they ask the questions?
The world is in trouble because,
We have preschool teachers,
Who don't like reading.
The world is in trouble because,
We have politicians,
Who didn't come to office via a party.
The world is in trouble because,
We have instructors,
Who were never given instructions.
The world is in trouble because,
We have Doctors,
Who never leave their premises.
The world is in trouble because,
We have contractors,
Who make money by contracting out.
The world is in trouble because,
We have people producing goods,
Who don't know how to count.
The world is in trouble because,
We have all but forgotten,
Who, where, what and how to.
Today I have nothing more to say,
Am only wishing you happy labour day,
To all workers from Nairobi to Homa Bay,
Respect to workers who don't receive a pay,
Yet they volunteer to serve free day by day.
Big up to our beloved journalists,
Salute to designers and all artists,
Who work hard to update our playlists,
Respect to all mentors and sociologists,
Without forgetting poets and therapists.
Respect to engineers and inventors,
Salute to medical workers and doctors,
The entertainment actresses and actors,
Respect to teachers, professors and tutors,
Without forgetting masons and contractors.
Once the job has been defined health and safety can be addressed by carrying out a risk assessment.
Contractors also have responsibilities for preparing risk assessments. Their risk assessment should fit in
with the clients and provide complimentary information. Contractors will also need information from the
client about the job, the state of plant, etc. when preparing their assessment.
Clearly health and safety needs to be managed effectively throughout the project. Client and contractor
need to co-ordinate their activities through effective communication and close co-operation to ensure
that all risks associated with the job are covered.
Rob the Plumb Bob
True upright, Honest vertical,
Forthright citizen, If criticized, Unfair!,
Assured in Approaching Life's "Hurdle-cal",
Mich's husband devoted, likewise Lucas's Pere,
Spiritual thinker hardly heretical,
Kind, Kind, Kind, never one to scare,
Moral, principled always ethical,
For the NGA, Rob does contractors snare,
Pro at his roles, family & work, nobody's skeptical,
A well travelled road grows no grass...Rob's scalp's losing hair,
Rob's Icelandic blood belies his manner tropical,
Sharing to anyone in need, recipients just stare,
Always generous even when not economical,
Doubt Rob's convictions? Don't you dare!
there was a punctured potter
whose wills strained shuffled shudders
meagre muds moistened massive moans
dark traces drooled, gaunt glows
hoisted zeal hankered hampers:
eerie efforts pruned pulpy pesters
lanky labour leered, futility feigned lame
crushed contractions, callous confetti's crave
damp death drilled his plague
sumptuous suck, nosy nectar's crest
potter birthed a son,a generation then another son
whilst masticated malady mimicked, poring pawns
the keener he carved a shape,
soaring swifter contractors come for claims.
'20:05:21:17:26
Note: of punctured potter.
I work in the retail sector
and everyone's gone mad.
It's really very amusing.
It's really very sad.
Toilet paper and sanitizers
have flown right out the door.
Though everyone is asking
we've no idea when we'll get more.
The face masks of every type
are hoarded like they're gold.
Even the ones for dust or painting.
But those hoarders can't be told.
The painters and the contractors
are getting pretty mad
since the ones they need for their jobs
are no where to be had.
Panic is setting in
and everyone's afraid.
But off to work we go
because we just need to get paid.
The N-95 face masks
( the ones they really need)
are limited to six per customer,
a lot of whom can't read.
We wipe the counters diligently,
the keypads and scanners too.
We don't want the coronavirus
but we understand it's just a flu.
Wash your hands, don't touch your face.
It doesn't seem that tough,
and if you're sick, just stay home.
We can't emphasize this enough.
~~~~~~~~~~~
12/03/2020
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