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..continued from Part 1,
They're spraying whatever the hell they need,
To inhibit our solidarity,
to choke us out with noxious painful coughing fits, that rasp and stop our breathing - to create and induce an evil greed,
Lacking any oxygen and basic life giving harmony,
Dastardly bastard coward's war
- of the worlds, now spraying all, with evil banned impunity,
A constant mass of stealth chemical clouds to kill and maim so that once complete;
Envisioned preying on what is left of a once pure human community..
This was always planned of course, by their heinous secret band,
With its 'government of continuity'
Through covert means of Judeo-Masonic hidden hand,
Yet the bbc weather hosts shockingly now inform us,
Of hilarious coincidental
"normal contrails..",
Of course tho, what we witness now, is no such bloody thing,
Public perception a manipulation of their sadistic & habitual deeds, an occultic Pagan ring,
Happily their crappy insidious construct ultimately always fails,
Watch out for what you breathe in today, as it maybe the last breath you take,
It is certainly way past time now
to forcibly stop - the evil poisons
that they make,
We must not and will not ever concede to fall in line,
Nor even pretend; that everything is absolutely fine,
Turn up and look around use your God given ability - to now face;
Enough of those that cripple, invalid and divide, our birth right, And our connection to the Divine,
We, Mankind - God's own Human Race.
Kurt Hubbard-Beale
29th May 2023
During the “covid 19 & Global Warming" lies versus a genuine Mass awakening.
The PoetTree
Awaken Poetry. Awareness Poetry. Geopolitical. Philosophical. Music. Shared
Remember...Remain Calm, Collected, And Cool...
Matthew Scott Harris...ARG
This, a near imp
possible mantra to apply
when this 2009
Macbook Pro went awry
triggering this enduser
to experience tidal waves of high
anxiety, which besieged this fie
foo fighting dirt po' pa well nigh,
who might need buy
another laptop, yet my
anorexic checking account
on life support, no lie
could not afford, (to sigh
phone even one red cent,
all because ordinary healthy
electrons deployed aye
did NOT see usual expected
predictable apple luck
quiche hun activity via my
left and right eye,
yours truly did not espy
usual kickstarting linkedin magic after
preliminary electronic setup
unexpectedly failed to start -
no idea why
unbeknownst tummy, what
ghost in the machine didst defy
programming code of honor,
whereby pixel display
unexpectedly exhibited "abnormal"
computer behavior -
like a turncoat ally
meaning one hoop wrest
illegally start button signaling
subatomic warfare unleashing - guy
did missiles as taught
during routine training
to turn bot tin down stevedores
loose on the Jobs (dan-g) rather, I
watched slack jawed,
as that very singularly narrow
vertical lined band width
(analogous to a medium black
sabbath tipped magic marker)
did NOT display
prestidigitation instantaneous flash
demarcating binary DMZ
(demon mailer zone,
viz dividing screen in half, -
versus top to bottom array), qua
incomplete automatic
initialization stopped
partway thru automatic preparation,
after which cryptic
error message appeared,
which malfunction found me
bursting with damned tears,
and ready to cry,
(which gush of tear
rivalled Hurricane Florence),
cuz mechanical and/or
application so much
of my creative
write minded person
(reed literary) self choked life vie
ability to live, thus the only alternative
...insane asylum to apply!
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SPOILER ALERT...
postscript: after some fluke brought
desk top in view, the quick thinking
chap attached an external drive to a
USB port, and thus breathed easier
knowing a backup got made.
Beautiful land, hills, and valleys and even the lakes,
Everything so attractive to fell in love with,
My nation so peaceful with the nice people all around,
Unity, harmony and understanding each other are our major keys.
Our leaders are the kings and queens of centuries,
They feel worried when they see us living miserably and suffering,
God gave my republic everything in order to maintain its good people and beauty among us,
We feel ashamed for where we acted abnormal dear homeland.
I like it when my old man tells me of the past, wish you too they do utter,
My youth we work hard to develop as well as our beloved nation,
Heavenly father blessed us because he knew where we had come from and avoid turning back,
We keep on moving to our future that we know only holds good and better for us.
Dignity and prosperity is our motto,
My best leaders keep on telling us this day and night in order to prevent me from being abusive and arrogant or cruel for my motherland,
I hate disappointing you my beloved one,
We, the ancestors, heroes and legends are your children we won’t bear for those that curse and wish you bad,
Just wanting to destroy your nature and beauty,
I will never give-up on you at any cost.
Am struggling for you and always will do,
Ride with you into wars and get injured or die at most,
Will never rest knowing you’re at your worst unless you’re safe for me and the next thousands of generations that you will deliver my significant one.
I feel like crying or should I scream because you make us all proud dear good land,
Heard that everybody wishes to call you his/her motherland yet you gave birth to few but the entire universe is fighting to have at least a bit of your sweetness. Wont judge any but we and them love and adore you to the fullest and till then.
God bless the universe, people and my Rwanda.
The flock of mine, so very proud,
I’m a dwarf in midst of them all,
for each one stands tall in the crowd.
The mental might with flair they show,
for my nature I’m jeered often,
since their line I don’t like to tow.
In their group I remain silent,
when they shout caring for no one,
even if they get violent.
My own person, I’m the odd one,
I’m branded as an abnormal.
In my candid way I’m like none.
Life for me isn’t for fitting in,
it’s about standing outside heap.
In my clan a black sheep I’ve been.
A deviant from manic freak,
I make the otherness unique.
These days death looks better than freedom
Better yet maybe death is my only freedom
My only friend
Sometimes I feel like I'm dying faster than most
And I'm ok with that but should I be
Normalizing the abnormal just to feel what they portray life to be
When should I be living for me
Don't get stuck trying to make copies at Kinko's
When you're a blank canvas
You are the artist, so they won't get the picture
The camera they use is out of date
But you always have fresh paint
Blending the past with the future to make something great
My past doesn't define me
But it is what started how I came to be
Killing myself used to be, the best option
I'm no actor so this can't be a tragedy
I'm an artist
I'm a work of art
Worth more than they can pay
Priceless
Just like today
This moment is something no one can take away
Death will just have to wait
p.s. God still has something for me...
Common
Quote by Voltaire
To be common is to be normal,
It’s to have the sense to keep your mouth shut
And your smile wide.
To smile is not to smile
For your showing your pearly white teeth
Your actual soul is nowhere to be found,
Is it so abnormal to have a sharp tongue?
To smile with actual joy?
That’s the thing about being common,
It’s no fun at all
Date: 2/1/22
326.
The Curse of the Dying Sphinx
Welcome to Thebes, you daring traveler!
Because of your wisdom, I have lifted its cover!
Free now you can pass, free now you can enter!
Oh what an insult to the keeper of the gate?
To itself, to herself..it is/she is…full of hate!
What a shame? What a madness? What a miserable fate?!
How come that a wretched being like you surpass…
This riddle that for ages no sages encompass?!
What in your brain do you have to provoke such bad ass?!
Oh shame on my face for such a disgrace!
I am like a runner who lost in my own game of race!
Now the time has come to shatter myself like a flower vase!
As I fell into pieces from this glorious pedestal…
I curse your brain that's whimsical! I curse your eyes that are abnormal!
Embrace this Curse of the Dying Sphinx! Your brain & eyes are fatal!
Behold Oedipus! Witness how a small brain destroys the whole body!
Your brain!...Your odd, little brain…will now be the end of me!
Farewell, Enigma-Breaker! It hurts to see you breaking free!
-02/01/2015
(Dumarao)
*Fallen Myths Collection
In shadowed halls where once the light burned free,
Truth stands accused, her mouth sewn shut with thread
Of fragile labels, spun from fear and dread
A single word can fell the ancient tree.
Speak of immortality’s slow decay,
Of virtues lost to fleeting, twisted fires,
Of hands that reach where sacred lines expire
And “homophobic” brands the truth a crime.
Gay banners wave, feminism’s blade gleams bright,
Abnormal vices dressed in rainbow light;
To question is to hate, to doubt is sin,
And silence falls where honest words begin.
Turn now to crescent moons and minarets tall,
Where veiled commands demand the faithful crawl
Speak of the chains, the blood, the silenced call,
And “intolerant” becomes the final wall.
No room to mourn the daughters lost in sand,
No space to name the sword that rules the land;
One whisper of dissent, one plea for light,
And tolerance itself demands your night.
Correct a woman gentle word, firm hand
And “narcissist” or “abuser” scars the man.
Her tears become the verdict, swift and grand;
His care is cast as cruelty in the sand.
No father’s voice may guide, no brother’s shield,
No husband’s truth allowed to be revealed
For in this age the scales are bent and blind,
And every gentle word is redefined.
The cherished pillars crack, the altars fall:
Faith, family, honour, duty once the all
Now mocked as relics, dusty, quaint, and small,
While chaos wears the crown within the hall.
Society’s soul erodes like cliffs by sea,
Each wave a label, each tide a decree;
What fathers taught, what mothers held in prayer,
Is swept away on currents of despair.
O Truth, once queen upon the marble throne,
Now beggar at the gate, your voice a moan.
The gag grows tighter, woven thread by thread,
Until the final word is left unsaid.
Yet in the quiet heart where courage hides,
A spark still burns unlabelled, undefiled.
One day the gag will tear, the tongue will rise,
And silenced truth reclaims her ancient skies.
In scratchy swales emitting Clorox gas,
Matador houseflies cross paralyzed eyes;
A kaleidoscope scene where jagged glass
Cracks beneath footsteps of love’s promised lies;
Forgotten by choice through hell-flickered sight,
Confusion screams at a dead mobile phone,
Gripping slick sanity ever so tight,
Un-stabled by speaking to Nothing’s tone.
Tormentors nearby prepare their escape,
Entrusting blindness to suffocate truth;
Black swans are they, drinkin’ ‘shine to undrape
Wounds nearly healed from a vi’lated youth –
A normal day in an abnormal cave,
Where hatred rules whipping peace claimed its slave.
Huntington's chorea one horrible ill
There's no curative treatment or pill
Science does research all fails
Some to no avail
Man can't cure
Still
I'm sure
Of sunrise, boat's sails
A new day offers details
Of a treatment, not a living will
Huntington's chorea one horrible ill
Written: November 25, 2018
Contest: The I Of The Storm Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Maureen McGreavy
Huntington's Disease is a brain disease caused by an abnormal protein that accumulates in the brain. This diseased protein interferes in the neurons making connection in the brain to carry out necessary thought process and movement. It can come on even in early childhood to late age and last from a few years to a very long time. The family who lives with this hanging over their head goes through the turmoil as well as the person who has the illness.
This is Andrea Dietrich's form but I can't remember the name of it.