gross indeference
this is the building of soot
upon the flower
the dominion of hate
rather than the delegations freedom
freedoms are a prescribed adonis
this you are not worth
inside the head the she demon attempts
attempting purchase of the adonis's eyesights
she withers into decrepit mourning of her lost love affairs
this is the repressed realms of greed and caverning the self
an ignoble noble
Categories:
delegations, wisdom,
Form: Free verse
With trailes and tribulations we exists making love is what is to be presitsted continuing the flood of love is to consist undiying delegations of what you think
Categories:
delegations, love,
Form: Free verse
We are the universe that we traverse
Inner planetary alignments converse
Electromagnetic rays the same as brain waves
I am the sunshine, as well as the rain
I am the harvest moon
Reap what you've sewn, reap it real soon
Consciousness but a figment of imagination
Give yourself to metaphysical delegations
The soul is a sublimated vapor
Time is of the essence, so no time to waiver
But it's all so subjective
Form your opinions, and never neglect them
For we are the universe that we traverse
Categories:
delegations, life,
Form: Rhyme
Prussia and the other states are moving like a juggernaut.
Each day, our forces are falling to the onslaught.
The German states and cities are united as one.
We have been no match for them since the fighting had begun.
We have all pledged our allegiance to our Emperor Napoleon.
However, in the early battles, our forces became undone.
Here we are in September of 1870.
Uneasiness in Europe has resulted in hostility.
It seems Europe’s biggest bullies had to fight it out.
The attack on Worth has resulted in a rout.
The Prussians are moving south, and we are next to fight.
Strasbourg’s defenses have been bombarded day and night.
Just across the Rhine River, we see their fortifications.
The civilians have been evacuated by Swiss delegations.
We have been ordered to defend to the last man.
However, our Emperor has been captured at Sedan.
This indicates that there is no relief in sight.
General Ulrich has ordered we make our stand and fight.
The Bishop of Strasbourg has pleaded to no avail.
It is only a matter of time before our defenses fail.
Categories:
delegations, history, war
Form: Rhyme
Sin plagues the land!
Where men cry out from false pulpits
That we can get :back to the Garden"
And mongrelize ourselves into
Some kind of World Man,
Sin plagues the land.
Where honest, decent fellows
Are dragged off to lose
The no-win wars, and
"righteous causes" become
Enmeshed in UN delegations
And rich senators for hire!
And lies roar out of the Gulf
of Tonkin
Tseunami-like, wearing medals they explode
Into long rows of graves and long rows of steel
Emplanted upright still steaming from the
Cutter charges,
And sandbags sprout like locasts
In the streets of old Kuwait
And up to Tikrit's fortress,
While lies flow in the night
Back and forth from DC town
And From Tel Aviv to Tehran
And back again,
History writes its story
On the dust of our dead sons.
And the Court Historians make a movie of it.
We'll watch it just for fun.
Categories:
delegations, confusion, death, forgiveness,
Form: Rhyme