Rebuild....rebuild....
How many years have we heard rebuild?
How many lives lost to rebuild other countries?
May I ask what gives us the right to police the world and rebuild other countries?
Ok, what if another country wants to rebuild the United Sates?
One may say, there is no reason to do that
Oh, let me tell you, I know all about the corruption here
I have lived it, investigated it, deeper than imagined
I love my country, but are we perfect, almighty?
- no we are not -
Now this time is different, like no other war
Except once again, on the pretense to rebuild!
Heidi Sands
3/4/26
(C)opyright
AFTERGLOW
The sound when all nuclear particles smash
And now that a bomb has been detonated
The deafening roar follows a blinding flash
Impatient tigger fingers should have waited
Deep in the motivation, there’s always cash
But now too late to be investigated
And soon it will be the end that we all know
With an ironic nod in the afterglow
"Bomb cyclone"
on
Norwegian coast
The stormy wing
investigated every crack
and the darkness of oblivion
The oil lamp,
was forced to flicker
The glare became
- ghostly
Ominous whistle
as the strength grew
An inexorable resentment
enormous pirouettes
Deep state people, deep state minds
False importance, jobs contrived
Guardian people, warden minds
You’re not the people of my kind
Your crimes are well investigated
To lay the charge on those you hated
To set the safety, you threat and punish
Your dreamland state still cannot vanish
You welcome those who come to kill
A few cruel fates make no big deal
You tax the pensioners, to draw
Another graph to make the score
Your preconceptions are predictive
You rules are very much convictive
But not for those, who live in peace
Who wouldn’t go for golden fleece
Deep state people, straight lined minds
A state more shallow how to find?
I reckon it’s a bit too late
Your cockroach breed fills every state
Pirate penguin had a song in his oversized heart
It was singing and chiming in a new kind of art.
He investigated the plank and laughed with a lark.
Now we wait for a crocodile, he said to first mate McBark.
It was summer time, a time for planting and reaping
and when it came to my dad well he could make that garden sing
He spent hours nurturing his plum tomatoes, while I his offspring
could only admire his patience, dedication and caring from afar.
An immigrant of Italy he knew everything there was to know
about big fat juicy tomatoes. He knew they needed time to grow,
and I knew there was a little humor to be had here, in toe.
"Dad, how long will it be before we see our first tomato?" I asked
" Oh not for a while" he answered, then the sun suddenly flashed
Time for a little fun in the sun I thought, off to the store I went
came back with a big fat tomato. I hung it on the plant with some
twine then called him over with an eager voice
"Look dad we got our first tomato, isn't it great ! " I exclaimed
he investigated with a grin, soon my lie had been defunct, defamed
that was a summer when it rained and rained and rained,
we got lots of tomatoes that year, and most of them we canned.
What I never will forget, is the love in my father's eyes,
every time he smiled like that, I was always left with a feeling,
that I had just won the gold prize.
There are many,
the threads of a public life
always unravelling
into more sadness.
We read of so and so
and his ending
her dire departing.
The sadness is a gesture,
an acknowledgement
that we knew all along.
Last days
withdraw into a quiescence,
a sequestering of parables
within a closed room.
A meddling hearsay awakens
a salacious interest;
columns of gossip
followed by
a tell-tale unearthed.
One more pinch of sadness
investigated, exposed.
The tarnish remains the sadness.
An extraordinary life
left broken by the ransacking,
the endless peeping
of post-obituary years.
Souls in Heaven.
First, was Neda, then Sahar, now Mahsa.
She was forced to bend her soul.
Once again, a woman died.
The government's sordid role.
Mahsa's death in custody,
Must be steadfastly investigated.
So Ebrahim Raisi said.
Once again, Iranians will feel frustrated.
Raul Máximo da Silva
Portugal
Speak no ill of our 3 letter government agencies;
they are always watching out for our rights,
they are working for us.
Don't you know you are just peddling enemy disinformation!
Don't you know you are just repeating
conspiracy theories?
Nothing to see here.
No one is above the law except....
You will be considered an extremist
if you protest, ask no unauthorized questions.
Never cross the line and don't ask what line?
Don't speak about faith in anything but us.
You will be audited,
investigated,
we are sending 87 thousand more
armed revenue agents to your homes
to keep the peace.
Never run for political office unless you agree
with our official position and have been approved.
Everything is good, eat less food. It is patriotic
to want less, expect less.
The Ministry Truth is always watching.
Have a nice day - do what we say.
One picture appears to be ovaries.
said our rosaries
please protect our ovaries
here and overseas
on sabbatical
that had become tactical
being radical
investigated
then we had contemplated
interrogated
seemed stimulated
proving prevaricated
so poorly stated
had tolerated
was never educated
eradicated
while an allusion
would have caused much confusion
disturbed by delusion
He always kept on talking.
In a loud voice, he let listeners
mark his sword of words.
With a scream, he painted
the dream’s delight and colors
in the plateau.
He ranted when the daybreak
gradually dawned.
He gladly viewed in the air
the energetic flap of nurtured
trust and answer.
Until the strong current pursued
and forcibly silenced him,
the murmur of waterfall
and the giant cascade investigated him,
the flying sharp splash shouted at him.
The fierce eyes stopped him,
the castigating claws and furious fangs
in the woods rebuked him.
Only then he uttered no sound.
Only then the deafening hush roared
like a mute thunder.
Serenity with sincerity.
Tranquility with deep
wisdom and policy.
I
Our universe, if investigated a little bit
Will amaze us, and build faith past limit
II
The universe may be expanding now
It was smaller before the Big Bang (as it were)
It has contracted & expanded since U know
It may just be the birth & death cycles
Has repeated as in death & birth of stars
S. Hawking said, So long as there is gravity
The Universe can rebirth itself ( re-create itself)
Most of the stars in our universe has been or
Or occupy some spit up on the giant "sky canvas"
Only 5 percent of syats will be born in the years
Or time that we measure ... Time humans expect to see in future
Amazing science truths and speculations: modifying the Phoenix rising from Ashes myth
I was on the second floor
My window open for the breeze
When from below I heard a sneeze
Then just silence, nothing more.
The next day I investigated
The hollowed bush below my window
Within it tidy piles, stacked all in a row
So I waited for the night, breath bated.
I heard the rattling of bike spokes
and careful movements in the dark.
Safer here, than a bench in the park
A cease of rustling, when I went for a smoke.
I wasn't sure if I should say hello
If he or I would feel scared or comprimised
Maybe he knew I knew, I wouldn't be surprised
So we both pretended of eachother, not to know.
He must have found a new place
I hope somewhere with walls and floor
I'd heard my unofficial neighbour,
But never seen his face.
Call me a conspiracy theorist, call me a liar
Cast stones to set my soul on fire
It will not change what I choose to see
I don't consider my brain to be less than thee
I've investigated, researched and done my part
To sort through information from the start
Hoping to make decisions that are best
Fight through corruption and let go of the rest
I do not judge those who differ with what they decide
But, false accusations will not make me run and hide
Heidi Sands
8/2/21
it takes all your courage to stand alone
speaking known which is unknown
the truth unheard that no one knows
show your balls are mighty grown......
and take the world on on your own
convictions of honour and good sense
"the right thing to do" that's your defence
it takes a strong will and intelligence
speak the truth for it holds relevance
though manipulated lies shape perspective
the cracks get noted as imperfections
question marks investigated
once the truth is implemented
get your balls out and show your will
over time
stormy seas become a sunny hill
over time
all eyes will see what's real
over time
changing how all do feel
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