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Dr Fauci

(“Contagion III”, 2020, original pen and ink and oil)

Dr Fauci

In the infallible world of cause and effect
Every action has its reaction
And to every sane person
Beyond the age of about ten
This is simply a given.

What is less clear is when, how and where
These reactions will manifest.
So as time passes and nothing seems to happen
Those responsible, and those effected
Begin to wonder if they ever will.

Enter stage Left, Dr Fauci, 
The best thing since sliced bread and mastermind 
Of not only gain of function research
But also the official reaction and imposition
To the result of this research gone wrong.

Will Fauci ever face the consequence 
Of the hundreds of millions killed by his virus,
And even greater numbers killed by the vax?
Not likely in this life, but surely Hell awaits, 
Ever patient, ever present, at the very bottom.

(8/23/25)

Wow, enough

I'm fed up with the makeup
with the whole facade 
Continuios lies they tell themselves
In an effort to look like they're in control
Trying to stand on sinking sand
without a fondation of truth
Believing to to be smarter or better 
without an once of proof
It won't  end until those 
most effected stand
In hope in common sense they will enroll

Push

Push- by Dominique Smith

Push through they say, keep pushing my way, dark cold wet sorrows and woes, spring comes for flowers and pressed for beauty. Hold on not yet, push down and keep it there. 

Others aren't watching no one cares. That's not true or fair enough to get yourself near some warmth. So many lives are effected by lies and rejection. I try so hard, smile as the world throws eggs and expensive items in your face body and hair. Push through they say they have to keep you at a distance why patting your back. They have lives and they share but your story is for bed time and the snores you hear.

Keep it pushing, A saying in itself. Meaning I dont have the time to pretend I feel your pain. I don't celebrate your wins but I touch your shoulder to give you the illusion that I didn't know your failure was close. Like the shadow in the corner that followed you since the moment you were pushed into the spring from the cold dark wet obiss

How -WE- Won The West

Created this for a blog, but I am unncertain as there's an absence of accountabilty that would assure me of the values that I've delineated, has been ascertained.

I've effected a furtherance exposing other pertinent facts that solidfy this word: Equivocal, having a basic compound valued word, thusly, have more than one meaning.

That became the manna from Heaven, taught to us by those missionaries being one of those subclasses, became a breather/a cutting edge, for the Hawaiian language to accommodate the variable classes besides those missionaries.

Their were whalers who were infamous users of their catch-phrases, Chinese broken-English, a nine-year-old-English, and it goes on. 

"How do you say , Hello"--Aloha, "Goodbye"--Aloha, "I love you"--Aloha, "To that guy"--Aloha, "And that girl"--Aloha, "So their sex don't matter"--Oh sex, much Aloha. 

Levity, but it does point a true beneficial factor. Chaos needed a directive, simplify matters by conquering their language and dividing it. This was part of my theoretical thesis for my psychology class exam at the Uni.

Soul Eater

Soul Eater


     The concept of the soul was intangible and distant.
 Faith and belief all that gave it substance, 
weak and watery as it was. Until that wretched day…

     I hurt, I ached, in a before unfelt place deep within.  My physical being was effected but it did not originate from my body.
     If I were paralyzed, or dead to my flesh in some way,  This pain would continue, on and on. 
     The concept of the soul was intangible and distant…until the creation of my body was snuffed out, buried under soil and rock to decompose as corpses do.
     My child taken from me caused me to know my soul… for it became tortured. An itch I couldn't scratch…an ache unrelenting, all consuming.
      Now I know, beyond doubt, I have a soul…because bright pain always shows his hideous face, demands attention, cannibalizes joy and leaves only dispair. 
                             Loss is the Soul Eater.

Anyone

Facebook flight, a messenger pigeon 
Each Pageant shuffles pretty women 
Most admired tiara sparkle temporal 
Sash off strategic take trick terminal 


No need to tweet esteem over media
Stern sensei recites reprimand, sepia
Cyber courier delaying defeat in fury
Gathers fragile artefacts via the jury


Thrown to past season, bent bouquet
Creases curtain backstage, showcase 
Effort effected in gloom glows wattage
Wife writes fairytale wedding marriage 


Health heralds husband’s regard sole
Seashell static fuzz phases out vitriol 
Ocean sunk scroll in bottle, lost title 
Cut circuit campaign silences recital



        
             25th January 
       Objection Overruled

Who Am I

Ignorant, is not my identity in my struggle for my race.

Damaged, is not my identity by the disparaging arrows flung at me.

Effected, is not my identity to the wickedness of man.

Negligent, is not my identity as a moral human being.

Tattered, is not my identity.

Impatient, is not my identity to the slow walk in my ancestor's shoes.

Transparent, is not my identity.

Yes, it is not my identity to be caught up in the windmills of others' minds.



Ideology, my identity is invested.

Distinguished is my identity in my faith in the almighty God.

Emancipated is my identity from a life of mental oppression and inhibition.

Navigated am I with a strong will to be a part of a struggle for justice.

Tenacity is my identity.

Ignited is my identity blazed in the hope of a change.

Tagged is my identity by the history of my culture.

Youthful optimism is one of the many facets of my identity.


copyright 2016

Colossians 3:15

And let the peace of God rule in your hearts, to the which also ye are called in one body, and be ye thankful.

Emasculet

I don't know if it's because I quit baseball and football to join gymnastics,
Don't know if it's because I would rather watch Taylor Swift than watch the NBA.
I don't know if it's because my voice doesn't sound manly enough, 
Or because I used to play with Barbies.
I don't know if it's because I'm sensitive and I can't hold my emotions back.
But what I do know is that it hurts,
I've acted like it hasn't effected me for so long but it does, and it hurts.
I try to remind myself that there's nobody to blame but me, of course.
Maybe it was from my father leaving, 
Maybe it was from the sexual abuse that my cousin gave me,
Maybe it was because I 
Maybe I was destined to be what everybody thinks I am... gay.
I don't believe I am, but after growing up and hearing you are every single day,
I start to wonder why people think I'm gay,
I've never thought a man to be attractive in that way.
I'm sorry that I act this way, I never knew it was "gay" but please stay.
I promise I'll try to change my way, maybe people will like me that way.

If Death Be But the Final Cut

11

If Death be now the final cut
With no path to Heaven's door...
Thou I've never had the courage
To believe there's nothing more.

So forgive my celestial musings
And lay waste not my bugaboo
But allow me one small favor...
To love and pray for you.

                  12

Forgiveness be a wondrous thing
With no stone to weigh it down.
It knows no age nor time of day...
It knows no proper noun.

It floats upon a summer breeze
And makes light the coming storm.
It dances in each fireplace
To keep the masses warm.

But forgiveness holds no treasure
If not effected and applied.
So slather in gluttonous quantities
With a conscience as your guide.

                  13
 
There seemed a hellish wintry bent
As the storm pounded through the day.
The winds were whipping fiendishly
As our snowman walked away.

With a feral dose of helter skelter...
Nature seemed transfixed from normal rest
Leaving one to mull and ruminate
On the perturbations so expressed.

              The End

Bugaboo: Area of concern.
Perturbations: A disposition that is confused and quite upset.

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My Blue Hole

There once was a sadness
that lived deep in my soul
It was there as long as I remember
I called it my "BLUE HOLE"

Some days it was empty
and left me alone
I could function and try to be normal
hardly any sadness was shown

Some days it would sneak up
and surprise me with despair
I'd feel so hopeless and cry so hard
I'd suddenly find myself gasping for air 

At times I could manage 
the impending doom it would bring
Other times I'd wonder why
to this life I would cling

As life went by
day in and day out
I started to wonder
what this BLUE HOLE was all about

So I sat down and thought 
about how I could change
The way it effected me 
and have my mood rearanged

I decided to fight  
this mental enemy so mean
I'd block it's controlling taunts
with the help of a machine

It's called Neuro-Feedback
look it up if you haven't heard
It's changed my life 
without saying a single word

5/22/21

This World and It's Covid Effects

Looking back on the last 18 months
so much has changed in that time
this world may never be the same again
we may never know what would be it's prime

All the countries have been effected
some to a greater extent than the rest
lockdown means something different now
it's made us search inside in this test

Vaccines have taken so long for some
while many have reached the majority
much prayer went up for those in need
all our lives looking for some quality

The sales of masks and protective gear
has increased ten told since it began
for people need kept safe wherever they are
life's precious as each heartbeat preserves man

We all look forward to its final end to be
when life gets normal again whatever that means
then have holidays and special times of life
to sit down and ponder on all that might have been

(Just some thoughts on the past 18 months of covid and its effect upon us all wherever we are in the world. )

The View

I wondered why I could not write
why the pen seemed dry
why words seem to circle
like an eagle looking for prey
the more I searched
words eluded me
yet like the eagle looking
for the right kind of prey
I kept searching for right words
they appeared everywhere
but nothing filled the appetite
I decided to get a birds eye view
of what was holding me back
I think I needed to rest 
instead of spreading my wings 
a nest to sit and meditate
the virus and lock downs were
a perfect time to write yet 
these changes happening in life
effected me in more ways than one
so pen in hand
I soar back to poetry land.

Tears For Earl Simmons Draft

No more dmx 
A vigil held. A body put to rest

Tears were spilled 
A dog killed

Loved in life
But more in death

I cried for you
I know, not what dogs do

So rest in power earl 
For a moment you effected the world

If only you knew how many people you touched 
This poem just isn't enough 

But it's all I can do 
Tears for earl Simmons 

We will miss you...

Facing It

As I reflect upon this day, 
Where a viral presence has 
Effected millions, give or take.
My mind shifts to racial inequities,
And how that's been a 
Huge cultural mistake.

Positioning face-to-face, and
Seeing eye-to-eye, doesn't require
Complicity, before going nose-to-nose.
Just some basic respect and
Understanding, where another's
Heritage and hope only grows.

Experiment In Eloquent Exceptions

Exceptions especially encouraged-- 
Every encounter emerges, 
Eventually enveloping everyone 
Eagle-eyed; ecstatic, energetic   
Early earthlings enjoyed elegies 
Effusively effected, each eloquent.

March 23, 2021

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