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And also the army inspector general
Allow article of legislated fold to the company
That is to history a military companies issuance
Also this issuance of assembled congress
Issued legislation
Legislation signed is congressional directed spending
A law for the people by the people
Not to be obstructed by assembly of state outsiding a "lobby"
May we return to a congressional based observation of calendared appointment of statement in goals ordered by legislation avoiding obstruction of speech tonight?
May the state exist legally in budgeted measure of life's document as legislated from the Senate by end of next 48 hours in delegation of staff?
People have water
In the Sudan?
And oil and fire and tarnish
Miscible treasury
As in Thousand Oaks California
I for one cannot reach my Sudanese Archway
Without war mongering fear hate teaching itself
The touched parts of myself for one day
Not allowed the oasis of bathing
Without city council
Economic freedom votes
Tens of millions of Sudanese Americans
Have the identical rainfall amounts
I have a gripe of French soaps
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Governor Newsom
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Labor dispute
Has refused key access to governor newsom
In orders legislated
Denied rights of homekey assignment
And resigned account
The total loss of life is significant
Occupation of excess in Union
Against better
Refuse bettered man
Consort of treason
Record in account held as quieted palms
Sacrifice
Order to report otherwise
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I crossed the archives as one walks through a field of ruins.
Decrees were bones, dogmas were nails.
Kings signed treaties in ink darker than darkness, a pact forged in daggers.
Papal bulls oozed blood beneath God's varnish.
Codes etched the systematic animalization into stone.
They legislated hell, administered suffering, theorized the slaughterhouse.
Even science became an executioner,
draping contempt in formulas and measured skulls.
I didn’t read history,
I breathed it,
its ashes glued to my lungs,
its screams wedged in the margins.
They crucified continents for their gems,
their plantations, their ores, and their silences.
They told me: progress.
But I saw boots pressed to throats.
They told me: forget.
But the graves still speak.
They told me: democracy.
I saw tanks circling the ballot boxes.
And you, West, with your carnivorous grin,
you demand forgiveness without returning the bones.
You scream values with your pockets full of plunder.
You dress up your hunger as mission.
You baptize your rape as liberation.
You persist, you insist, you gorge yourself.
But our memories are neither dead nor tame.
They sharpen.
Third wave, they said,
One, two, three, four, five...
Number increased, doubled,
Authorities legislated laws,
Ministers and ministry
That had made mad-laws
Had violated them...
Rallies after rallies by leaders,
Each leader on his party,
Yet, each one fighting election,
Election is a celebration, they say,
They celebrate, almost, every day...
Mask-less, distance-less, care-less,
Masses on their very own
Singing praise of their leaders,
Will there be many deaths, again?
Will corpse in Ganges float?
Will community burial
Become part of sacrifice-ceremony?
Muslims and Christians burned,
Hindus buried or floated in Ganges,
If no wisdom gained,
One truth will be proved:
Dead is dead.
Whatsoever might be the toll…
Of all who buried or burned or floated,
Who's great? Who's small???
Won't this humanity, yet
Learn a lesson at all???
04 January 2022
We love our parents
We defend our brothers
and our sisters, fiercely,
from verbal or physical assault
Some love their co-religionist
At least, they may care about him
When their co-religionist cries in
Australia, they can feel his pain in Canada
How much love can you feel for someone
whose language, whose religion
whose race is different from your own?
Can love, can care, be legislated?
Hating The Haters?
Written: by Miracle Man
6/5/2020
Protesters brandish signs which decry stop hate,
yet loot and burn until the hour grows late.
As intolerance is tested, many become agitated,
but the hate in man’s heart can’t be legislated.
Beyond our sight are those intent on causing trouble,
whose aim is to destroy, leaving livelihoods in rubble.
They don’t burn buildings based on pigment of skin,
but loot and leave graffiti and have no chagrin.
In pandering to voices because they’ve grown loud,
police give more oxygen to a match lighting crowd.
All lives matter not just those causing the affray,
we must move forth together as we seek a new day.
When ignorance and mediocrity is on display,
fancy title and salaries become proof thereby.
The incompetence to deliver is the destruction,
implementation without visions is a foolish attraction.
What makes it very clear, when too many idiots pulling the plug,
the ship will sink, regardless the excuses by this pathetic flog.
Leadership has to proof itself by sincere integrity,
or democratic politics become anarchistic misery.
The chances are that everybody stops paying the electric bill,
and those self elected wasters running for the hill.
The parliament exchanges all day long so many honors like a sugar wand,
pushing responsibilities further and further to dumbfounded stand.
Legislated arrogance creates a memory tread,
when relativities bouncing of the empty head.
When politicians and its sheep’s hunt the savage dream,
prophecies of failure are the current in the stream.
The sun's light slowly rises
to pierce the tempered glass of our window
and splay its soft glowing rays upon your face
to give me a quiet moment of beauty
that's not legislated by clocks nor timeless tides
Though our arms are empty
my eyes hold you in a gentle caress
in our precious world of perpetual dreams
Knowing we will always be warm together
beneath the round skies of tomorrow
where we will walk in comfort
hands held like young lovers under a trembling moon
seeking nothing more than to share years
wearing soft coats of yesterdays filled with jeweled memories
polished by hands of love
Though we shall never pass this way again
we have passed
and in doing understand
we have become a quiet moment of beauty
not legislated by clocks nor timeless tides
3/24/19
The righteous ones claim justice must be served,
but what exactly do they mean by that;
a conflict in our thoughts that I’ve observed
requires us all to be a diplomat.
While justice from a legal point of view
means what is legislated into law,
but from a moral view we can construe
that social justice overcomes the flaw.
So what are we to make of these demands
for justice by the people in the streets
while holding signs and echoing their stands
as Congress rather gutless keeps their seats.
Perhaps we need to reconcile the rift
between the moral and the legal shift.
December 18,2018
Courts can free
or incarcerate the body--
we are subjects of laws,
both legislated
and those self imposed:
"Faith" is a double-edged sword--
it may work fine in heaven
but fails miserably when it comes
to politicians.
"Though Unseen"
Racism oozes inside there, though unseen,
Just vibrating there with incredible fangs for punctures;
Far inside the nucleus of our frenzied souls,
It throbs knowingly there, like a silent spider,
Deep inside the focal core of sentient breathing.
It cannot be educated away into obsolescence.
It cannot be legislated into social edicts for the fools.
Alas, it is fear that directs the spasms of hate.
It is the suave cocktail for the blind ones, the dying ones;
They play the games of the spiritually comatose.
“Shhh, find the light switch lady in white…shhh…”
It is behind the crusted door beneath the eaves;
It is oozing there, though unseen.
Just vibrating there, fangs ready for the sucking.
Find it fast inside there,
In the dim corner of last year’s cobwebs,
Amongst the eaten sweaters and forgotten umbrellas.
“Shhh, find the light switch lady in black… shhh…”
It is the only solution to the hate thing…
Find it fast, and sip the sweet nectar of healing.
Copyright © 2014
09..02.2014
Burger King taking a risk
But why leave like this
They say times are changing
World economies rearranging
Rearranging mankind's life
Now legislated role as wife
Budget increase for drones
Are making our world moan
Moaning for what's to come
Angels' song or missile hum
Maybe someone will help us
Before the radioactive dust
Vladimir Putin's new vision
Ushered in a new season
Wars and rumors of wars
It's time to habitat Mars
Changing Biblical history
Could bring more misery
So, not like this
Earth we'll miss.
by: LPruitt
Sep 1, 2014 // 8:56am
Here in the autumn of year 2012
I mourn freedoms lost as do many other of my countrymen
I mourn the loss of these freedoms; blindly legislated away
Freedoms that our fathers fought and died to win and knew so very well
I weep for our children that know not what has been taken from them
Freedoms taken from us or simply given away in the name of security
Freedoms forsaken in the name of security is also a chain that tightly binds
These many chains cast upon us will eventually lead us into bondage
In bondage none will raise a voice for they want not for anything
Wanting for nothing but for the freedom that was given away
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