The politics of reality
A leading Norwegian newspaper takes the view that it is the Alawites and the Christians who are the problem in Syria, which is blatantly untrue. The Brussels Mafia have decided that the former henchman is the right person, which suits Israel too for the time being
What is disturbing is that Europe’s leaders do not understand that globalism is over and that we will see new security zones that will leave Europe a quaint place for Russian or Chinese tourists. For a small country like Norway, the new system is a bonus as it no longer has to rely on the continent
On the other side of the world
(pick any side)
you find a lost penny,
it is encrusted with layers of your skin
and is as dry as long spilled blood.
You find there the baleful,
the emblematic heraldry of woe.
The fool behind the knave,
both the henchman and the harlequin,
the sinister wink of the Jack of Hearts.
On that far-side, mirrors face inward
to nothing but yourself.
You see your image raging in an empty room.
You look upon the unhinged horror
of that unleashed autonomy of the many
as they run to the cliff edge as one.
Better to say at home - if you can find one.
Better to rent space in a larger cage,
better to be blinded by bewilderment
than end there, raving for no reason.
On that reverse side of anywhere
an ill-faced moon hangs sallow
alive and hollow, it is a bare and vexing glare,
a feud everlasting,
a fathomless quaff of odium
and an enemy
to every Spring flowering of love.
Don't go there - maybe you cannot,
maybe you don't know the way?
Then stay,
stay with those ghosts you know.
Do not ever dream or think to go.
Pray to that God deep rooted in your mind -
seek you there and hope to find.
Ganges River Dolphins are listed as, endangered
and once lived in the fresh river systems of Nepal, India, and Bangladesh
These Dolphins only live in freshwater rivers, and are essentially blind
and are an important indicator, for the health of their river’s ecosystem
These Dolphins get caught up in fishing nets, as human bycatch
and human overfishing, is depleting their prey, on their own patch
They are also poached, for human greed of their meat and oil
and humans have encroached, like henchman that deplete with turmoil
Through the magnifying lips,
About all, even if illusions,
"I have had a few than what is due for dreams,
And lived most of them true..."
"I have had my fair share of nightmares,
all which unscathed, I stumped through..."
All mere hallucinations.
"...I have slept through insomnia
And walked all day in coma,"
Figments of a drunken mind
Driven by a cluster of self-serving emotions.
Filled with only wishes of dying once in a life time;
Everyone knows the angel of death is a fair man!
Except from the brown tale by life's henchman
About how it has nary complexion,
and nay it is human.
Autumn's a harbinger of Summer's death,
associated with mold and decay.
And the stench of rot fouls my every breath;
as Autumn strips Summer's sweet scent away.
Crucified scarecrows droop, nailed to their posts,
gaunt reminders that Winter approaches.
And although Jack-o'-lanterns ward off ghosts,
discarded pumpkins attract cockroaches.
Autumn's pageantry conceals its function,
peeking from under the Grim Reaper's cowl.
For destroying life without compunction,
this beguiling henchman is on the prowl.
There's a malignancy that shadows Fall,
like a cancerous tumor, killing all.
Love can't be decided with the flow of time
But it's the best thing that has ever happened to us
Love can't be explained in words
But can be kept within our heart
Love can't be conquered with power
But can be enslaved at the gaze of your eyes
Hate is a poison
Jealousy is the henchman
But love is the remedy
How blessed we aren't of the enemy
He was my henchman, my minion, my stooge, and we both liked it that way.
But then he moved away with a new girlfriend, and became her henchman,
Leaving me to fend for myself.
And after all I had taught him.
He was perfect, just the way he was.
Getting my coffee exactly right,
Five creams, two sweeteners and
A dollop of cocoa
Yes, he was perfect just the way he was
How could I get him back?
What could I do?
How could I trick him back?
What could I say?
“You are perfect just the way you are,” I told him on the phone. “And I miss you so much.”
My coffee has never tasted better.
My rugs have never been vacuumed so well.
My meat and potatoes are cooked to perfection.
My henchman, my minion, my stooge, is back.
Life is grand!
On Wicked Kings And Time Destroyed Dragons
O foolish king, sitting on hollow throne
thy lost kingdom so dark, thee sits alone.
Embrace thy greed, measured in stolen gold
destroying people with your lies so bold.
O foul villain, in false pride laboring
greater evil thy own destruction brings.
Thy henchman, voices rarely taboring
singing false praise to their cowardly king.
O hideous dragon, thee shall find death
power will be taken from fangs and claws.
Cry , when fire is removed from thy breath
and silky-smooth is made thy wicked paws.
In thy deserved death, innocence is spared
scales of justice, the two hast been compared!
R.J. Lindley,
April 24th, 1973
SONNET, (On justice being delivered to tyrants and dragons)
Lord of the flies henchman of the destroyer justice will be like a thief in the night
a mark is clearly visible signs the pact under destructive acts
Swift the reason befalls un troops are landing on your soil hidden low key
under the radar marshal law will be declared on those opposing
To arrest high profile war criminals hiding rats amongst elite bodies dark eyes
as evidence has stacked up against them no turning backwards time
Now even using chemical weapons killing many of their own troops caught
in crossfires with hired guns among women and children victims ensnared
Tortured in camps its all coming to pass sentence voices of the dead echo
mark my words with a cross good always triumphs in the end over evil
Together and out there your judgement is falling from high position
titles lost shackled by steel forged from fires of your own makings hell
Robin hood went a thieving as legend said he should
But Little John his henchman knew he wasn't up to any good
Will scarlet ran protection
Maid Marian hired out girls
friar tuck he made the whiskey
And the merry men enforced the law
Now about this business of giving to the poor
Robin was a Tory so smiled and said he would
but secretly he spent his loot on woman wine and doing no good !
Death of Tom Horn Adventurer
Tramping across wide open countryside
Looking for perfect place so I can hide
Free man I once was and used to be
Now everyone has been searching for me.
A henchman, big bandit and robber all
Who accepted adventure's carefree call
At fourteen furiously away form home ran
Knowing I now had become a mighty man.
Practiced shootin' until perfect all day long
And soon became both quick and strong
Setting out with gun strapped to my side
Headed to town I where I started to ride.
Slowly started walking up to a brash bar
And there I saw a bright shining star
Now in my site will be dead by tonight
I'll gun him down with sheer delight
There he was walking down the street
Will shot and send bullet for him to meet
Quickly could tell he fell to the ground
After my pistol's loud, crashing sound.
When I tried getting get away was too late
My death here now I will quietly await
One rider less horse was seen set free
His silhouette hangs silently from a tree.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran
Some friends have suggested that I'm anti-Catholic,
And it's true I was raised Protestant,
Heard the Pope shamed in words vitriolic,
As at best Satan's henchman with evil intent.
But I think Protestants are not any better,
In their judgments, both sides, two of a kind,
For sinners still, they could not be wetter,
Condemned by the Bible they both have enshrined.
I suspect that all men just lust after power,
Want to prove they're right, that God's with them still,
Partisans who all need a cold shower,
For their false pride corrupts even men of good will.
Remember that Science is part of creation,
Before you look askance at your brother,
Reflect on what's really good for the nation,
For Science and Bible say we have one mother!
Brian Johnston
June 20,2014
Baloney….
Bully others cause by masters strength and poses.
Fall your faces and first to grounds because dirt may good.
Filthy men have nothing pretty only there may be forces and might confer or hired from masters.
China tyrant some with china shysters take the tastes of swine.
China jester out on life is like a snob to live and count.
China flunky henchman wants a lot.
Who will seek their fringe benefits shamelessly?
Things that Indeed are buying also selling tickets but there are illegal fringe benefits. There are cook account books. Credit accounts mixed with some debit one is blend for self interests.
China syllogisms want the real of wars and loot of spoils.
What to fit in china tyrants wishes are evil men with evil acts.
-------------Cheung Shun Sang=Cauchy3----------
A part hayt odyssey,
Resembled like mornarchy.
The alley nocturnal caused
Mayhem in the locations.
In the days of anarchy, no
Man's land was nominated
To asphalt, but evacuees
allotmented by a part hayt.
Rascal ogres rebuffed for
Ambidextrous.
Some fought for realm, Some remained
queasy and sissy.
The policemen slogged youth
Willy nilly, while the henchman
Neither splinter nor quiter.
The bosterious finally decreased
And history was made.
RAIN RETURNS
Rain showering
Offering affluent tribulations
On the feet of barren tree
Blushing and springing life .
Cajoling rain anoint
Holy oil on burnt out soul,
Caressing rain smear
Heavenly bliss on temples ,
Murmuring rain
Horripilate espousing
Garden fresh love .
Rain grunts
Slashing violently
Deporting love to landslides
A henchman sleeps at the bell mouth .
Rain mourns
The untimely death
Of love and silence.
Rain sneakes off
Snubbing of burning chest
Rain sneaks off
To unreachable reaches.
Rain knuckles
Fleeing to terrains ahead
Making us heavy hearted .
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