A tisket ,a tasket
Kirk's cased in his casket
This earth no more walking
All from his straight talking
Drove Tyler Robinson
To fire one shot from his gun
That produced his silence
Leading to more violence
Never a solution
Rather revolution.
A wife of husband bereft
Two kids fatherless left
The Second Amendment
Was never heaven sent
With the grim widowmaker
No more than a lifetaker.
Is that to be the future
Bullets us to butcher?
the papers don’t say it,
they never do—
just the numbers,
like headstones without names.
men and women dropping,
old ones, poor ones,
sick ones who couldn’t pay
for the cure.
you look up,
there’s the smile on tv,
a governor’s smile,
white and sharp as a knife.
he says freedom,
but the graves keep filling.
he says choice,
but it’s always his.
First to go down..Hope and joy..Then seperate
Man and women..Boy oh boy.' Bring in euthanasia..As a real good thing.' Get some
Soap box series, to play it through scene by scene.' The termination of unborn.' Who we don't need..
Just open the boarders, ie get workers with speed' .' Does that answer any questions.? Oh then we
Can put flouride in the water, make more processed food.' Put safe drug centers where
There is easy access.' Do still you think we are
Fools? If so you'll be re-educated..It wont cost
You a bean much less.' But then you are pretty cheap anyway..If you get what i mean? Oh what do you think so far? Of the current mess'
Of your current 'evolving scenes?" Oh I fight for you Melbourne..Yet
You have bathed"deeply in blood..Return to God almighty away
From the filth, in which you for over four decades now have stood.!
I look at my soul killing its flaws. I appreciate it and let it do so. But when I came back to earth to show them a perfect human, I realized my mistakes made me who I am. Without my flaws, I am just a perfect human—but not me.
So many murders it's overkill
but no one cares on Capitol Hill
and some are less concerned
it seems to me
with the killing of the living
(whose taxes pay the wages of sin)
to each U.S. Supreme Court employee
than that of the unborn
or perhaps I should be more forgiving
tho' lives are broken they remain unspoken
on the Washington White House South Lawn
but when someone says,
'Guns don't kill people, people do,'
it drives me to vexation
as I've never heard someone died
of a drive-by strangulation
Have you?
Justice can’t be served
in Gaza blood soaked stained sands
200,000 lives massacre
My Job Is Killing Me
Manual Labor
Under appreciated
Underpaid
Short breaks
Work yourself to death
Too many call inns
Lazy generation
No effort
No strong work ethics
Hard night just to earn a dollar
Never save enough to retire
Eyes are burning
2 days off are flying
Everyday is just a blur
Feet to slumber
Days run into weeks
Days into months
My money always disappears
if its not written from the heart or soul then chances are it's a i
Hello its Moi..Me who sees.? Green sick actions and plans
Do others agree.? Plans to kill some Ostriches a herd four
Hundred strong.' All quite healty..Ceetificated; tested yet
That has been ( submerged? Hidden? My this is surely
Wrong? Must they follow the seven hundred Koalas? That
Green policies eagerly slayed.? Such pointless pagan obcenity (as a helpfull move explained) because they are
Not native I guess.?? These immigrants feathered though.'
Could get the pest?
The Pasitney familiy's pride and joy..Thats what I'm led to
Know.' ( there is a petition ) up snd running now I advise if
You feel like helping thats one way how so.' Maybe you live near? A letter or two? I have taken a few minures just this
Poem; I do..God bless all readers, may all be well.' Will you
Move against this now encroaching, of a shown complying hell.?
The winter is
Killing me softly
I still go out during
The winter
For a walk
Around the block
I am also
Dressed warmly
And I still feel the cold
It is -19
Every day the temperature changes
I also can get sick with a flu
Now I finally returned back home
From my walk
I went back to my living room
Now I turn my computer on
And I had started to do
Some work for my
Father
Writing some poems for my father
Yes all my poems are different
They also have
Different feelings
Ariana nodded, tremolo fingers,
and they ran across the killing field,
watching the steel-toed kite ascend—
a fleeting instant of triumph in the vacuum.
Josh scoffed as it dipped,
both caught in the pull of the abyss,
falling but not landing.
They took turns gliding it,
Bald headed eagles filling the air,
until it sank into the seabeds,
the depth charge igniting underground.
“Let’s see who can jump the highest,”
Ariana said, voice light but steady,
aiming to beat his rebound.
Josh clapped, mocking her.
“Ready to launch?” he asked,
handing her the Molotov cocktail.
Beneath a sky once soft and blue,
Now painted smoke, a darker hue,
The cries of children split the air
A lullaby of deep despair.
The earth, it shakes with fire and flame,
But none can tell the world who’s to blame,
Innocence lies in crimson pools,
While tyrants play with warlike tools.
A mother holds a lifeless hand,
A father searches through the sand,
A baby’s toy, a shattered shoe
Reminders of the life they knew.
The angels weep as souls take flight,
Torn from sleep into the night.
They rise, like stars against the black,
But dreams don’t soar;they’re pulled right back.
For every blast that scorches skies,
Another child stops asking "why."
The sky rains down not hope, but fear,
And silence follows every tear.
Gaza burns, the world turns blind,
Yet echoes linger in mankind.
A prayer for peace, a mournful sound,
As broken hearts fall back to ground.
Let not their deaths be lost in sand,
The blood of Gaza stains our hands.
Speak, until the silence ends,
Till bombs give way to peace again.
We’re at this place where we thought we’d never be.
The world crashes down around you and me.
The dreams that we made and the promises that we did keep.
Will soon be ash of the power that runs too deep.
The world is full of fools and that includes both you and I. We create pain to hurt ourselves and pollute the sky. We’d suck blood to survive then drive a stake through our own heart. Rather than feel disrespected we’d rip eachother apart.
We’re at the place we’d thought we’d never be. Killing pure, innocent love in the name of human insanity.
They were armed with spears forged by their sun god
Mighty and mean, terrifying mountain-like marauders
The commander told them the battle would be fierce
Their enemies arrived with their own copper spears
Their breastplates and helmets were equal to the task
The battle raged for three days; the field smelled like blood
Evenly matched, the warriors continued on their quest
Smashing and bashing, in the name of their respective kings
Kings who sat on two hills, watching silently, with clean clothes.
Kings who did not mind men killing for their chance at more gold.
fallen so fast in love
in spite of my or your
own good,
helpless in your arms,
irresponsible
as you are in mine
held in your gaze I embraced
all the little dangers within you,
what tempest would befall
when all of us was
laid bare, done and lovely.
In the cold of November, we lay like angels
sharing each other’s heat
when morning sun rays came from front
window shutters, bird on the sill,
it peered in for that last innocent
glimpse of us.
We looked to each other’s parting lips,
the rest was in our beating chests of hearts
or what have you,
our minds racing like rabbits while we caress
and mess up our hair,
our clothes thrown in wild abandon in Christmas light
of the room with pictures along the walls
there is silence and in it we rest.
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