Checks and Balance
Come from leg works
One way or another
The war is brought to the poor
Not upon the poor
Only in the financed
Are oppressions acceptable
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It's not that luxurious solitude you can choose against a background of sea or desert, a mythological desolation like in Antonioni's film, with that subtle taste of beautiful hopelessness in the subliminal search for identity that ends with a shotgun.
That's not the case in Cainland.
It's the loneliness of exile into the reduced self, into the emptiness of cutting all ties, and your so-called identity is whatever progressive humanity wants to see, but it's always not you. .
You have to deal with another kind of existentialism, just breathe, and while you're alive, carry on if you can, or if you can't, no one will notice, including yourself.
No press screening, this movie was financed with dirty money stained with oily fingerprints.
The working title was Cursed for the Place of Birth, but in the final version it was changed to Exiled - a less dramatic, more conventional title.
The rare audience watched apathetically in silence, distracted from time to time by the flickering of their cell phones they couldn't resist reacting.
One drunk laughed at the end.
Soul Present
In the community of my mind
I am spoken too
Gentle reminders in kind
Whispers pose of guidance true
Financed in peace and love
Agape
My body, mind and soul in Renaissance
In do bevelance
I heed the call
My Father speaks to me... us and all
As my our Soul is ever-present
So soul is presence
2/24/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2024
The next president of the USA
Here we are on another Sunday; we have survived
the debacle, two old men arguing, none of them
wore reading glasses
Two things stood out, both are adept at lying with
open eyes, not looking a bit embarrassed despite
we know, except perhaps their wives
The one, more senile than the other's wife, said
she was proud of him, able to remember all
the questions without hesitating too much
so much so that when they walked out of the speaker hall
, she bought him an ice cream
One of the elderly gentlemen will be the next press
I must say, I have a sneaking admiration for him
with his bottle-tanned face. I once saw him at Chester Zoo
not unlike him beating his chest
in a bullying manner
in the background, Kamila Harris spoke about
the community and cackling excitedly
after all, she might become the first female president of America
Alas, it doesn't matter who becomes president since
the Zionists (AIpack) bought and financed everyone
on the hill (Washington), whoever wins has to drink
from this poisonous challis and take their cue from
the Mossad in Israel.
This is the tale of the butterfly that danced
by the light of the moon --and its song-- entranced
(it's possible, without having even glanced
like: unicorns are real-- just horses enhanced
and perhaps Santa's reindeer --on Christmas-- pranced
Believe!-- if your imagination's advanced)
...well, this butterfly by the Moon was romanced
throwing caution to the wind, its safety-- chanced
free-floating, no choreography financed
way past her curfew -- understand, if you canst...
I work for Warp
It’s a warporation
That builds for war
And our warring nation
Financed by banks
With no inclination
To give their thanks
For the world’s cremation
Wily banksters
Have mastered inflation
Besting gangsters’
Fake money creation
They were dead set
To make a cash fountain
That’s based on debt
Higher than a mountain
Which is a boon
For us workers at Warp
Where we’ve ballooned
Into a mega-corp
Yet have no fear
Unless you short our stock
If then, oh dear
We may blow up your block
My Personal Opinion
Miracle Man
8/18/2023
Some radical activists
financed by foreign wealth,
Spread socialistic values
destroying America’s health.
First infiltrate local government
then invade our schools,
Knowing that young minds
are any country’s crown jewels.
Our children are being indoctrinated
at much too early an age,
It continues to happen
despite parental outrage.
They’re being schooled on matters
that should come much later.
Things that shouldn’t be taught
to any eager third grader.
Hot Pot hold discards punctuality
Daddy's dinner waits for her arrival
Wave eruptions push sensuality
Faithful fund chef clings to their survival
Amazed, restrained, Romeo of Ocean
Baby drips sweet dedication's poison
Pork concoction mixes magic potion
Car salesman harsh crumbles in kiss cloy zone
Hands on her shoulders, hovering near tears
Pledging, is it genuine, game so fresh
Marriage and love lasting infinite years
Kitchen affection belies arrangement
Seven hour pork stew, beach stretch surfers viewed
Swallowed soft as his heart of servitude
29th August
Redifining Financed
On guard
Weapons drawn
Razor edged dialogue
Cutting deep into the last breath of affection
Words spewing like acid,
staining our masterpiece.
Colors melting into gray
bubbling with the sounds of disaster
"Fu*k You's" crescendo
into the odor of hate
Your Teflon tongue spills explanations
with non stick sincerity
A reservoir of "I'm sorrys"
burst into a flood of tears
You become a one woman waterfall
Your love was financed
Compounding interest
Loan shark terms
With a heart that carried a second mortgage
I'm the victim of foreclosure
Left empty, blindsided ,cold cocked
From your drive by lie
Our love now crippled and maimed
Searching for a handicapped parking place
Memories and a farm
My mother had tuberculosis and sent to a sanatorium
I ended up in a home run by the local town and financed
by people who meant well
I made life difficult for the staff, and a tiny boy went on strike
they sent me to a farm, back then farmers were paid
by the community taking children from poor homes.
For me it was a beautiful place, the farmer and his wife were
a middle-aged couple and the demanded little of me except
getting up early milking the cows, they had five.
I have always liked animals and domestic animals
they had no reason to fear me.
The school was an hour walk away if I crossed the fields
it got shorter when I got a bike.
Years went by. My mother was coming back, although
she had only a small flat, and I had to sleep on the floor
I loved her and left the idyllic farm to memories.
“Once you’ve financed your passion
—it’s time to quit work”
(Valley Forge Military Academy: August, 1964)
who, US?
by Michael R. Burch
jesus was born
a palestinian child
where there’s no Room
for the meek and the mild
... and in bethlehem still
to this day, lambs are born
to cries of “no Room!”
and Puritanical scorn ...
under Herod, Trump, Bibi
their fates are the same —
the slouching Beast mauls them
and WE have no shame:
“who’s to blame?”
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Those feeling unsecured,
who be in brokered deal need,
listen to this vary interesting message carefully
I got what you don’t have,
but what you want financed desperately
You most certainly can get it from me,
this promissory promise
gets my profit lending approval
My actuary guarantee ... you can bank on it!
I’m a giver of usury
And I take no pleasure
in taking your vital possessions —
The necessary things you and yours
need to survive
But I most assuredly will repossess them
should you not comply
To the fine print agreement
that was co-signed on the dotted line
I’m a giver of usury
For every dollar you borrow from me,
I will want two returned,
vary quickly
I am bound by the loan shark code of honor,
to bite the hand
which fail to repay me
This is the default judgment
agreed upon by you, with much debt gratitude
Signed in sweat and blood
to receive the money
In the long run,
I made you so short-term happy
In deed, I am a giver of usury
SOMETHING WORTHY
Lo, I am, axioma, solidly aware, that I am a...
I'm a wares and accepted, axiomatic axios
I am merited, knowing this myself I am
Even with this self-evident
All powers of self-righteousness, I've repented
My dividends have been financed
Now's my chance to help my fellow brethren
Something worthy
I am altruistic so I show disinterest, selfless concerns unselfish
I pray wish nothing but good glad tidings to you and yours
Showing that I pray for you and yours quite selfless concern for
Those solemn or emphatic declared state of something
I fear that we offer only unsupported asseveration
Something worthy
3/25/18©
Sponsor: Robert Haigh
Contest Name: Triple A Challenge - 14 lines Maximum
With so many black and white
divisions, how many of us are willing to take a photo with someone of other?
The majority will raise their hands, but show
me a photograph with us cheek to cheek,
skin on top of skin, and that is when real healing will begin. Don't say you love me,
if you aren't willing to let the essence of who we are blend.
We are a bankrupted people. Financed by our prejudices. Sell me on the idea of how rich we could be, by you touching me. You can not know me, if aren't willing to hold me. Sometimes I wish we could have a black and white affair. Your skin and mine.
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