Distant do spot, future warrior
Time traveler. Controling his fruition
Lucas BISHOP
Captain Commander leader of glory
This be his story
Time traveler, dystopian
Professor X guardian
Mutant Warrior
Marauder
War College leader
X-S-E. XAVIER SECURITY ENFORCER
Sister Shard may the past be not forgotten
Time traveler mutant...
BISHOP
7/7/26
written by James Edward Lee Sr
The online harms act..Is overpreforming currently, ute Rumble and I guess other free expression platforms or channels, will not allow content viewing
From the U K, due to the horrible ofcom
Enforcer unit, of the totalitarian government 'for the time insitu' it may now
Be that poetry soup, shall turn out my only
Channel to gauge world events, anx to interact with world events.' This is a grim and sobering epoch..' A band of ideaoligical dwarfs has hands on control
And command structures, and has chosen
To nose dive the whole country.'
Broken Society
I identify as a spiritual entity an unknown identity blending into the background of a backwards society.
I am a universal being lurking in the shadows I am often heard yet never seen.
You will never see inside of me
The noose is tightening around my neck I am struggling to breathe.
When was this world taken over by a bunch of
corrupt, cowards, criminals, traitors, liars and thieves
We all live inside a fabricated existence weaved inside a web full of lies
How can 1 truely live.
If 1 believes he can never die
The stars across my sky’s have being etched into my eyes
I have lived 1000 lives
I have died 1000 times.
I am a universal soldier
I am the enforcer.
Society is nothing more than a heard of sheep being led to slaughter.
The monsters of the deep hidden in the depths of the holly waters.
I have an no tolerance for
Ignorance, Arrogance negligence, violence or incompetence.
Vampires drinking the blood of the innocent out of the holly grail
We are a freight about to derail
We are all products of a system that was built to fail.
Written by
Adrian Bogdal 28/9/2025
Broken Society
I identify as a spiritual entity an unknown identity blending into the background of a backwards society.
I am a universal being lurking in the shadows I am often heard yet never seen.
You will never see inside of me
The noose is tightening around my neck I am struggling to breathe.
When was this world taken over by a bunch of
corrupt, cowards, criminals, traitors, liars and thieves
We all live inside a fabricated existence weaved inside a web full of lies
How can 1 truely live.
If 1 believes he can never die
The stars across my sky’s have being etched into my eyes
I have lived 1000 lives
I have died 1000 times.
I am a universal soldier
I am the enforcer.
Society is nothing more than a heard of sheep being led to slaughter.
The monsters of the deep hidden in the depths of the holly waters.
I have an no tolerance for
Ignorance, Arrogance negligence, violence or incompetence.
Vampires drinking the blood of the innocent out of the holly grail
We are a freight about to derail
We are all products of a system that was built to fail.
Written by
Adrian Bogdal 28/9/2025
Will and how
Theories now
Focus on when
Guidance through words
Tolerance and utterance voice
Introduction to Conclusion
Journeying through the open mind
Wonder
Impact
Idealistic
The Audience
Enforcer
Discussion
Book Talk thought
King Henry the eight looked up and caught glimpse of another beauty
She had a thin waist, long gorgeous auburn hair, and youth.
She was gorgeous!
He wrote an order to be handed to his enforcer
"come and get this one
I have my eye on another woman
chop off her head
call her an adulterer
take her to the guillotine
I am in love again"
To prove my humanity
I must obey the prompt
"I am not a robot."
I assure you,
oh online enforcer wIth no heart,
I am fully human
having not been swapped out
with anything --
unless you count my four percent
Neanderthal DNA
and that simply does not matter!
Peppermint Princess tries for attention daily
Wearing her candy cane Christmas colors so gaily,
It is only June the Calendar Enforcer in a prissy way.
Peppermint Princess does not care; she has come to play.
She dances around the Christmas Prince batting her eyes.
He has heard of her reputation, which is no big surprise.
She is a cute little thing he agrees with Jeeves, his Squire.
Gives him permission to date her, for she lights his fire.
I've driven the fractured broken miles;
Passing by a many of distant smiles;
Running over divert sewers smells biles;
Children playing in the streets watch child;
I'll be in discuss his struck by a truck while,
Diddle-dattilling daring feeling immortal;
Like an armed enforcer battle soldiers;
The citizens are more sinful, hurtful;
Automotive conjunctions lurks forth full;
Traveling hits and runs where's the closure;
10/14/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
A nation of millions, converted to the round table of a charmed circle
ruthlessness, propelling dictatorship in absolute efficacy
just an innocent blink is deserving of a cruel sentence
he escapes out of the republic, which is now a family directorate
the scars are the consequences of his choice of religion
blood stains his epidermis, ascribed on it, his tribe
the need to be free from a society where humanity is obsolete
cannot be debunked from the groans of his persecution
a writer, a poet and a doctor with cracking skills
his value distances liability for his new home to dance
a great one to be who you are without any high impact slam
his family, escapes with him from brutality’s enforcer
allegiance cannot be frugal, patriotism has changed its uniform
teleporting from death’s training ground, run with no air
he settles for a better one to enjoy life which comes only but once.
Let’s take a moment and really think about this man.
He came here as a mortal with just one plan.
With grace and valor, he came here to die.
How many of us would do that, would any of us even try?
As a mortal man he shared all of our fears.
He knew exactly what he was in for, but still chose to come down here.
Imagine his pain, the ridicule and torture.
This was the right hand of God, Man’s true enforcer.
With dignity and honor, he took every lash.
Each thorn on that crown, every bloody gash.
They spat in his face disrespected by us all.
He still carried that cross, for us he stood tall.
He stood face to face with the darkest parts of the human soul.
To defend, love and save all of us was his only goal.
When life brings destruction, chaos, death and loss.
I just think of this man who hung up there on that cross.
Shut up! Go to Hell! Damn it!
Yes, swears were coming from the dining room, and they were not pretty.
I knew as soon as I heard them, whose voice it was.
I rolled my eyes. Whose idea was it to have Sam watch Dum Dum?
Yes, my husband's fifteen-year-old nephew had been keeping an eye on the parrot while we were on vacation.
He and my husband were doubled over with laughter next to the cage.
My husband had tears in his eyes from the levity.
It’s the first time I had seen my husband laugh like this in a long time.
It was so good for him!
I turn my head, so if they would peek out, they would not know that I had been just as sneakily been peeking in.
We all know I am the enforcer, and they obviously do not want to be caught.
Tonight when the Bible Study Group gets here, Dum Dum's cage will be secure in the basement, however.
I'm not the one named DumDum.
The man was a Neo-Nazi enforcer
Who decided one day that he would change
To repent his sins and be a better person
So he changed and lasered his tattoos
Leaving his old life behind he did good things
And he said that God spoke to him causing it
I wonder why this had happened for him
In causing this complete reversal of outlook.
© Paul Warren Poetry
In judgement’s call a parchment list revealed
Of deeds indefensible and innocence congealed
A baby left all alone in an oppressive heat
The mother’s denial was for herself to secrete
A 12 year old daughter too scared to be alone
With a step-father to force his desire so prone
An angel with a sad smile in neglect so complete
That she died in hospital from injuries not discrete
Then who will stand for the children?
A father stands so violent his wife cowers away
His son’s arm he twists and breaks in his affray
A boy who is beaten with a straight edge pole
His mother’s boyfriend touts his enforcer role
A girl and brother who are kept in filth so vile
When you enter their house it raises your bile
In quiet times these memories return to you
A shake of head makes you wonder who knew
Then who will stand for the children?
© Paul Warren Poetry
Known before time.
One big story.
A studious thinker.
Shaped for purpose,
With a valid C.V.,
Government sealed.
A Banjamite Turk,
Sharpened for subjection.
Approved a stoning.
A religious enforcer,
Blinded for construction,
Knowing who let it.
Saved, feared, then trusted.
A verbally adept writer,
Commissioned to carry hope,
Called, to open eyes.
Strengthen through adversity,
Buffeted, barred, bitten.
Character modeller ,
Signposting others,
Sharing from his heart.
An example of us,
Who follow, one of many,
Each telling his story.
Each knowing on which Rock we stand.
Acts 9:15, 13:2-3, 23:11, 27:35, 47. 1Cor. 2:1.
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