MISTAKE
I hate myself for this mistake
I really hate myself
How could I make the such mistake
Intrinsic hate damage my organs
My health my mental health
The your commons
LAW define
The real true the law
What law defined be outdated and incompetent
I hate myself for this mistake
I really hate myself
If I could change the course of time
PRODUCE THE INTERCEPT
I still have fight in front of me
The Rockets I shall cease
This weakness of the guilt will never lead to peace
Peace ephemeral
Trait and means of artificial sedation
You always will be fighting for the food and territory
THUS friend of mine in agony of past mistakes
Come to your senses FRIEND
We shall produce the INTERCEPT
Not English anymore is our TORI
Double yellow lines
I sit inside a massive fog of nothingness
plays on my imaginary piano using one finger
a ditty, sun outside, sun inside, sun only sun
I feel massively and supremely untalented
Now that the amalgamation of writers, poets
dancers, trampoline ladies, and painters that
lived inside of me, has turned into a block
immovable zero
I look at a black dot ringed by a grey cloud
If I stare at this long enough, the cloud might
disappear, only it is not, it turns into a dervish
The amalgamation has fractured, and I sit on
a rowing boat on a green sea, watching gulls
white as angels fly upward into a hole in
a void, at last, there is silence, and I'm at ease
With my vastly incompetent self
Computer writes these poems alongside the me
I am human and I write these poems with Computer
I ought to teach the system comprehend
The common paper pages the the footer
We cannot live this way
We can't develop
We have to find true sense
We have to comprehend
That function of the Ackermann is bogus
The speech is secondary
These defined offense
How as the Cyber Force I will be decorated
With medals, crosses, salaries and rest as such
If I am one occurs the real combat
That can't be measured by incompetent the system
Of the bureaucracy of yours as much
There's good the hacker own system hacker
There's bad the hacker who is real offense
My paper is DEFENSE THE SCIENCE
I only can acknowledged be by the DEFENSE
* the song is LINKIN PARK WTH>YOU because we always like to have song because POEM by Edgar Allan Poe Israfel
Thinking is a thing of the past
they see no profit in that
looking on is easier for them
and they'll follow the herd at the drop of a hat
committees are but cash cows for the incompetent
with nothing accomplished at the end of the day
by back-slapping glad-handing
or under the table their cards they play
talking is of days gone by
they view no profit there
watching is the thing to do
and they'll gaze on anywhere
I thought they didn't have the courage
of their convictions big or small
but I was wrong as now I've found
they have none at all
meanwhile
we're out here in the human jungle
bumbling about stumbling around
going in circles jumping up falling down
and life is good or so I'm told
but I don't buy what I'm sold
I’ve studied the matter, compared statistics,
evaluated lives with unbiased prejudices,
my research and facts painstakingly sourced –
though four times married, four times divorced –
call me daft, incompetent, or feckless
my conclusions are sound not reckless,
and the indisputable truth that emerges?
Men and women make the worse marriages.
Don't you understand what I'm trying to say
Can't you feel the fears I'm feeling today?
If the button is pushed, there's no runnin' away
There'll be no one to save with the world in a grave
Take a look around you boy, it's bound to scare you, boy
From “Eve of Destruction” by Barry McGuire
Can We Avoid It?
The genie is out of the bottle.
It cannot be put back.
The Doomsday Clock is closer to midnight.
Iran is closer to the bomb.
“Death to America and Israel”
Israel can retaliate in kind.
India and Pakistan
Can annihilate each other
With mushroom clouds of death.
The incompetent Russian military
Continues to stumble and fall
Putin now rattles his nuclear sword.
Once the button is pushed
There is no running away
No one will be left to save
Let us fervently pray we can avoid it!
Reflecting its neighbourhood,
The lake water shone yellow.
Resembling a synchronisation of saturation
With the setting sun.
Seizing green colour of the grasses
The sun painted them gold.
Engrossed gazing pines dance spectacularly,
Only awakened with sparrows' chirps,
And Robins' melodious songs.
Perched on the edge of a dead tree,
Abrupt thoughts hovered my consciousness.
Despite a gust, the dead tree stayed firm.
Nighbours swayed, relished,
Departing sun of the beautiful evening.
It rests and rests....
The landscape mirrored delight,
It grieved its own death.
Incompetent to sense, the scorching sun,
The white sheet of snow, dusk and dawn.
It rests and rests....
Observed the ambience twice .
No mournings! no sorrow!
Nothing ceased their pace.
Infact , they moved on.
It rests and rests....
not entered in a contest
"There is no more dangerous menace to civilization
than a government of incompetent, corrupt, or vile men."
~ Ludwig von Mises
Presidential candidates are men of the same unfit kiN
Only one thing they are after ~ the votes of you and I
Left wing or the right; it's a catastrophe in the makinG
Its leadership offered, but it's just their word of moutH
They've made promises that neither of them has kepT
I make no distinction between a donkey or pachyderM
Curmudgeons are they, past prime. One with dementiA
And the other a felon with insufferable moral behavioR
Lordy, what dismal choices when America goes to votE
Dusk
birds chirping before sleep
the sun has run away
stealing all that I love
the clouds
float past
they have stories too
that all become faded memories
incompetent fools
I wish I were a painter
this image I have expressed
would take me forever
then I could freeze time
and live in Iceland
where shadows live forever
Such a disaster
self-tanning cream
the pride of looking sporty
the mirror pulls face
deep philosophy
the poet is in deep water
saved by çow tide
one type of success
when work brings happiness
and not endless doubts
the loser is a man
who knows he is incompetent
yet accuses other
the news I read
has been the same for 50 years
war and filmstars
Forestry Service and Bureau of Land Management
I don't know, maybe this year, you do your damn job?!
Maybe this year, you anticipate the obvious trend of massive fires?
Do you think fire lines are out of the question? Equipment pre loaded in quadrants, with watch-towers and water for extreme dry conditions?
Follow the windA**holes !-!Maybe the royal pisssTheCitizens
are taking
can hit you on the way out.
i feel dirty
dirty
like dishes
in the sink
dirty
like forgotten clothes
in the hamper
dirty
like the earth
between your toes
dirty
like my fingernails
after a day’s work
dirty
like the mind
of a high-school boy
dirty
like a twenty-two-year-old man
and his fourteen-year-old “girlfriend”
dirty
like a woman’s skin
soiled by a man she once trusted
dirty
like the feeling in your soul
when a man calls to you on the street
dirty
like how it feels
to be betrayed
dirty
like society
patriarchal, corrupt, hostile
dirty
like our president
arrogant, incompetent, unfit
dirty
like kavanaugh’s conscience
as he sits on the bench
dirty
like the justice system
views abortion
dirty
like the look
a police officer gives a black man
dirty
like a government
that i cannot change
dirty
like humankind
view people like me
dirty
like my grandmother
thinks of me
dirty
like the world
i am expected to raise a child in
i feel dirty
Israel, Israel, oh promised land,
rise above Netanyahu, and take a stand..
Gaza's been blown to a shred.
7,000 Gaze an children are dead.
This militant revenge with it's pelleting sting
has created a Holocaust of suffering..
Netanyahu's actions will cause you more woe.
This incompetent leader needs to go..
It's time to find peace, to negotiate and
stop creating more terrorists in wait..
It seems we have traveled a very long way,
just to end up where we started from.
Still taking most from all,
and giving it all to some.
The incompetent march and all cry foul,
and say that soon their time will come.
The farmers all hate the factories,
for putting their women on the job.
The rich white men hated black men,
they said they were nothing but a mob.
The Catholics hated everyone else,
while the rule makers just polished their knob.
The new women said they knew what was best,
that their mothers had it all wrong.
The politicians praised how all the people,
worked together to make America strong.
It was the poor that wrote the words,
but it was the rich who sang the song.
So, I ask if any one of us,
will ever know just what to do.
In a country where the left says they’re right,
but the right says that they are too.
And up in the big house around the corner,
lies are touted as the gospel truth.
History often repeats itself,
that's what the experts all say.
The way it was a hundred years ago,
is the way that it still is today.
And we still have not learned our lesson,
that the answer is to kneel and pray.
| Oceans - Of Thought |
Harmonised hypothermia sets
through the darkened depth
of the chasm deep,
Like a heavy-weighted wreck
of my linguistic mind.
As blithe planulae float
amongst the turquoise torrents
of the surging tides.
Efflux my porous skin
that secretes the bitter brine,
Void of lust, my halitous breath.
When will I find the courage
that guillotine faith;
cut across these saline soothing shores
That reflects like crystalline glass,
that rips and takes.
But, incompetent to see more;
the calm of the sea.
But under tide
the waves topple above
like whitewash remembrances
Beckoning me to emerge and find,
Flavours of youth
in the lull of the sea
So I begin searching of forever freedoms
in the caress of the breeze.
I say my adieu to the abyss-abundant sea
My love for the ocean;
Is a coral of burnt sienna,
tipped with lanvanda,
and blushing pinks.
The azure's solvent divinity
has annihilated fear
Like an oakum of my sanity
My mind finally carefree.
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