To think.
To see, to understand.
To speak, to say what you think!
Be careful.
Be mindful of the thoughts.
Be mindful of the words.
Be careful with the voice.
It’s real to think.
It’s real to understand.
It’s real to speak.
It’s real but…
The system will stay the system.
The rich will stay the rich.
The poor will stay the poor.
Expendable. Expected.
Excommunicated.
Extreme. Excoriate.
Exemplify. Expose.
Extinguish. Expel.
Exclude. Exterminate…
A language rich in words for silencing, yet poor in words for loving.
Blame me if you really must,
curse my soul into God's dust.
Make a fist held way up high,
make fake tears whilst you cry.
Scream at me while you cuss,
call me out as treasonous.
Make believe it's all true,
pity contemptuously that's so you.
Tell my friends who you believe I am,
but they'll condemn you, amen!
God, he knows you all too well,
he has a good place for you to dwell.
(Immediately after being found "guilty"
of denying that the earth was stationary
and the sun orbited around it, Galileo
said, "Eppur si muove!" [But it moves!])
It's hard to live in Lilliput, I find.
I have to cross my fingers, play their game.
Their billing, filling, drilling daily grind
sits ill with me. They all trot out the same
tired cliches. Passing a painting, never fail
to comment on the squareness of the frame.
Unprofitable, weary, flat and stale.
You can't earn prizes here. These fools prize earning.
No sweets to eat. It's one long dreary tale
of condemnation, disapproval, spurning.
The Sunday supplements determine taste,
all tearing down, forbidding, banning, burning.
They're sealed in heavy metal, concrete-cased
austerity. They put the "die" in "diet".
What will survive of them is nuclear waste.
Denounce, detract, dismiss it and deny it.
Don't look for clover - look for cloven hooves.
Excoriate it, flay it, vilify it.
They'd love to let life lurch along in grooves,
the gauche, perverse, unruly human mind
trapped tidily in aspic. But it moves.
I used to sing, "My country tis of thee..."
Now, a 'Once upon a time' use to be
My allegiance was pledged
But to Trump never fledged
'Not my president,' with those, I agree
Where life was once so simple, no fires fanned
There were no worries for a future planned
Now it's gone to the dogs
Those power hungry hogs
Are in need of the nation's reprimand
Other countries have problems of their own
But I don't chew on them like a dog bone
So why excoriate
Berate and objurgate?
As Americans, WE have the right to groan
Let go, and let God!
He is your leader, in a world lost.
Count on adversity coming your way.
Beneath that flag, it never sways.
Satan is alive and well.
Billions live under his spell.
But you must always believe.
If not, you will most surely grieve.
Man, will make themselves gods
before you.
If you don’t adore them, they will
excoriate you.
Be sure to not make this this error.
Love God first, elst you live in fear
and terror.
3~4~2022
People forgot Him. They raised leaders
above Him. No current leader would die
on a Cross for Humanity!
Let Go, Let God
Let go, and let God!
He is your leader, in a world lost.
Count on adversity coming your way.
Beneath His flag, never sway.
Satan is alive and well.
Billions do live under his spell.
But you must always believe.
If not, you will most surely grieve.
Man, will make themselves, gods
Right before you.
If you don’t adore them, they will
openly punish and excoriate you!
Be sure to not make this this error.
Love God first, lest you live in fear of
Boundless criticism and poetic terror!
12/1/2021
Excoriate means: abuse, assail, attack, bash,
belabor, blast, castigate, jump (on), lambaste
(or lambast), potshot, savage, scathe, slam,
trash, vituperate
Deplorables and Excoriables
Are many people who are excoriables,
We did discover are really deplorables;
Now exist,
And persist;
Find to be foes that are formidable.
Jim Horn
(As Galileo left the session of the Inquisition
at which he had been forced to deny his own
discovery that the earth orbited the sun, and
had to "admit" that the earth was static, he
murmured, "eppur si muove" ("but it moves").
It's hard to live in Lilliput, I find.
I have to cross my fingers, play their game.
Their billing, filling, drilling daily grind
sits ill with me. They all trot out the same
tired cliches. Passing a painting, never fail
to comment on the squareness of the frame.
Unprofitable, weary, flat and stale.
You can't earn prizes here. These fools prize earning.
No sweets to eat. It's one long dreary tale
of condemnation, disapproval, spurning.
The Sunday supplements determine taste,
all tearing down, forbidding, banning, burning.
They're sealed in heavy metal, concrete-cased
austerity. They put the "die" in "diet".
What will survive of them is nuclear waste.
Denounce, detract, dismiss it and deny it.
Don't look for clover - look for cloven hooves.
Excoriate it, flay it, vilify it.
They'd love to let life lurch along in grooves,
the gauche, perverse, unruly human mind
trapped tidily in aspic. But it moves.
In order to get ahead,
you have to get out of bed.
Rise to meet the new day.
Leave the house and go away.
This is an absolute must,
if you want to excoriate the lassitude's rust.
On today's cloth, you must remove the stain.
You have to venture if you want to gain.
inspired by another member's poem
If others were aware, Oh shame
Hint nothing!
The heart is in the hand of a hacker.
Dare not share.
Fear retrobution, repremand
forlorn.
Act as one fortuitous.
Oh deception!
Specialize the fraudulence.
The exclusive confidence, a ruse.
To excoriate this being would serve well.
For it may never never tell.
Race to occupation!
Run to duties call!
Pray the tounge slips not.
Fear that many fall.
Oh books, they serve not.
As time does better still!
Experience a teacher, will tell, may tell, of others will.
Guide the heart.
Your hand be true, and kindness give with thought.
Not all are as you.
To do as some they ought.
But mines are mixed and not so well.
They feel as you may owe.
Are they sad, corrupt, or angry?
To take their silent stabs so slightly,
as they trample all over.
All is quiet now.
Silence of the dammed we think.
As drying blood stinks.
So is this way.
Here shareholders and directors clash
Each eager to excoriate rival's flesh
They do not allow resolution to psas
And things come to a horrible impasse
Unionists hurl puzzling queries
On vexing issues each member varies
'Oust that director finance' someone shouts
At hat's throw, the house, protocol flouts
Some pedants and professors seize the mike
And boringly lecture as long as they like
A bolt from the blue query blindslides the chairman
Someone flays management's fawning fan
At length the outcome is zero
The hunt ends searching a new hero
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