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Why would someone judge someone
by what color their skin is?
Or where they are from?
or who they love?
Life is truly not fair
and people aren't nice to each other
There are so many beautiful things
in this world
Nature, love, music, and some people
There are many people with nice pretty faces
that show a different side to different people
they are very friendly to some yet spew hate to others
There are people that I love dearly that have darker
skin than I do. So what?
There is someone that is very dear to my heart
that is gay. So what?
One of my dearest friend's child is married to someone
of a different nationality. So what?
I strive to be the person that does not judge the outside
wrappings of a person. But if you have a hard heart,
then all bets are off!
Rather Galesburg Joliet
Terrehaute Florence Colorado
to the shores of Bogotá
flushing heroin fentanyl
through the gates behind bars
thee corrupt prison ran
by gang leaders paying
off prison guards you can
ask yourself what brand
to buy into Hoover vacuum’s
are reliable American made
while Kirby Brands offers
negligence falsifying death
row inmates finally hangman’s
curse while the hoover
vacuum continues to crawl
over the paisley patterns in
the federal building breaking
even on Lasalle and Van Burean
where Gargano once controlled
most of the revenue trading fenced
with osh gosh severe terrorist
threats released only when corrupt
prison guards do exactly what
he says attack who he says attack
while Kirby vacuum holding twenty
convictions drugs violence victim
intimidation battery hit and run
corrupt family members controlling
Wisconsin prison system looking to
transfer power back to Joliet upon
Hoover stamp of approval which
might cross over interfering with
the free Hoover movement this
certainty opens the flood gates
for Gambino early release programs
for death row inmates just can’t
have all power to the people without
including all prison across America
not to exclude Gitmo with the
boarders rise in Islamic crossing
over Lore Mannino territories all
corruption throughout prison systems
changes hands through Gambino rackets
funnelling crime throughout abuse
of power corruption evenly distributed
meanwhile power is being tampered
with 40 years of dirt swept under
the rugs until the Hoover vacuum
is plugged back in all bets are off
ask yourself what’s your Brand
Hoover trustees or unreliable Kirby
designed to malfunction fictitious
score boards chips blood everywhere
devouring the structure of all power
terrorising FBI confidential human sources
during an election where corruption sinks
fast folding swiftly better get a broom
No fear of terrorist threats from
violent offenders gang leaders
corrupt prison guards organised
corruption abuse of power intimidation
of an FBI confidential human source
FBI informants CLEAN IT UP
A rainbow comes but once
it's rained
And at the meeting point where it's prism rays of coloured light
penetrate the earth crust
If one is to believe in fairytales a
pot of gold awaits just waiting
to be discovered
So yee of faith true believers
grab a shovel grab a spade and
help and join me in my quest
for said treasure
We're all friend's here all for
one and one for all
And if we are to strike it lucky
and make a worthwhile find
i promise i'll look after you
and you will get a fair share
Safe in the knowledge quite
well knowing should this eventuality ever happen
All bets are off , sorry what promise,
show me a signature or a contract
or word's to that effect
And now that i have found it it's mine
all mine
And heaven help anybody who
tries to seperate me
From my precious
Go and find your own rainbow
It's bound to rain again sometime
soon and if not i suggest you go and
do a rain-dance
Because i am certainly not sharing
and who needs friends anyway
I'm rich , i'm rich and if i need a friend
i can buy as many as i want
Cliche Heaven
Be it as it may I'll try my hand at some clichés
and address the elephant in the room soon when pigs fly.
It’s a win- win situation, put your game face on, work the crowd
as we wrap our heads around comparing apples to orange.
We are all data driven, with an ace in the hole, stick a sock in it
while stepping up to the plate and peeling back the onion
and easily hit it out of the ballpark with a world of hurt.
Be my team player, run with this, my agent of change
but don’t throw me under the bus as you think outside the box.
We can touch base later seeing where the rubber meets the road
and put boots on the ground, a perfect storm, deal with it.
Here’s my two cents, if it works I'll go off the beaten path
driving route 66 on the road not taken when it’s up for grabs,
and taking a walk in the sun, learning the new math.
That said, don’t put me out to pasture, wait for it,
there’s no sign of my slowing down, its going viral.
These are the signs of the times, take the bull by its horns,
It’s a brave new tomorrow and all bets are off.
Don’t force my hand to be up close and personal
I’m a rebel without a cause and to die for.
Don’t get bent out of shape raising the bar in the winds of change
There’s something for everyone, just another babe in the woods.
Stay tuned, like, duh, as a matter of fact, at the end of the day,
it’s a last ditch effort as you live and learn the luck of the draw.
Pay it forward, that’s the ticket, give and take, get a wake up call,
same song and dance, say what you will, you’re as sharp as a tack.
It’s all smoke and mirrors, just splitting hairs to reinvent the wheel
and walk the red carpet for a quick buck to pay as you go
Heaven help us,
I believe there's an app for that.
GOEBBELS, PROPAGANDA TECHNIQUES, USA StYLE
He may be dead but his methods in practice
today.
The media, TV, and social, censored in every
way.
All spew Leftist philosophy,night and day.
Let's not forget Hollywood, the newspapers
even Netflix, too.
We, the truth uniformed, truth-starved, human
zoo!
Even in our sports the snake of censorship has
had its way.
Team names changed to placate political correctness,
it must have its say!
I am for rioting but only on Zoom!
Using Hollywood sets, let them all go Kaboom!
The honest, the non-criminals, they get hauled
off to jail.
Like that asthmatic mother, manhandled by the
police and she was quite frail.
Watching a football game was her
crime!
Oh, excuse me, she is an asthmatic and cannot
wear a mask at anytime.
You can be a conscious less looter in the USA,
an illegal immigrant, kill police or be a sex
deviant, too.
But God-fearing, patriotic freedom loving,
Americans, sorry, the hatred is all against you!
Best we pray, we don't become a socialist nation!
All bets are off, we will then be a twin, to that
hideous, Venezuelan pitiful sensation.
" A lie once told remains a lie.
But a lie told a thousand times
becomes the truth."
Joseph Goebbels
September 29, 2020
2:30 pm PST
Beneath the scratches
spanning this page,
random thoughts
have been paved
I have no substance
in the world at large,
but this beat of life
regroups to charge
From battle songs
to old lang syne,
until death does turn
the page of time
The industrial world
means nothing to me,
its the ones who love
I trust to set sight free
If I cling to a breath
that a burn cant free,
I’ll look to the water
for the release I seek
All through life
in times of need,
no call of help
was ignored by creed
Following your trail
through the paths of hell,
I’ll spit into the depths
of the devils well
Somewhere I read
that the pain we feel,
is the mirror of joy
no love can conceal
On the racetrack of life
I ride in my mind,
flashing past memory
I ache into the devine
Past the horrors and pain
I dont close my eyes,
as the panavision carved
it serratured my spine
In the beauty and rapture
of the purest peace,
all the pain is forgotton
and I find my release
Acceptance of fate
was a bargain I struck
But all bets are off
and I've run out of luck
I speak in words and meanings I don't even know -
a child from a world that existed long ago.
The Druid's say my soul is unhinged and free,
and that I can see what others cannot see.
Sitting, not alone, one Samhain night,
no light, no fright, just sight-guided spirit's flight.
Samhain, the boundary between light and dark -
Summer is abundant, Winter bare and stark.
On this, these seasons' strange dividing line,
earthly mortals and ghosts intertwine.
Will my essence, set sail on another cosmic trip,
Will the harvest this year be enough?
Tonight, as earthly sensibilities tear and rip,
in your parlance, I'd say, "all bets are off".
Tonight, a briefly opened heavenly portal
connects this Celt from Irish shores in 333 BCE,
allowing communion of the dead and mortal,
you, from the distant future, and li'l ol' me.
I left my world, hoping I hadn't offended
my ancestors, which would cause me remorse,
wondering, "Will I starve? Will my time be ended?".
So, I humbly offer up a slaughtered horse.
And yet, having left my ancient shores,
I find I'm this futuristic 21st century scene,
in the bizarre, machine-made world of yours,
on a night that you call Halloween.
You too, child, may have fallen in this rip in space,
in the Halloween costume you got from your dad.
Trust me, you don't want to see his face.
So, don't tell him about me. He'll just get mad.
You don’t want to hear his laughter.
When this Father has to come down there
like in don’t make me come downstairs…
When the Lord laughs;
when he scoffs,
all bets are off.
You’ll be dizzy
when you see the hosts of heaven,
the giant scepter…
the crown.
He is enthroned in heaven.
There is no better place.
This kingdom can never be replaced.
You can’t kick @ ss.
You will certainly be thinking
in the waiting cell
of all the h #ll
you’ve put people through.
I can see you calculating excuses—
why they deserved it.
And it was fun…remember.
You’ll be sheepishly smiling
but with each clank
of an opening cell
you’ll be sweating,
anxiety replenishing,
sick with a tummy ache.
This can’t be real…
close your eyes.
It's only a nightmare.
But your senses
are all too clear,
top form
in fact.
For the really big mistakes
dad made you wait…
and this is a really big whopper…
So you grow angry
curse and swear
using every profanity.
You see it n*e*v*e*r
occurs to you
to get down on your knees.
Gravity calls;
the jig is up.
Key turns in the lock
9/8/2021
Psalm 2
I have arrived gradually, in boxes.
from foreign places, unknown sellers.
part of me was procured from a man
who told his son to come get me or else five years ago
I am stealthily planning my take-over of this household.
slowly crowding the people here out of their space,
requiring more and more room as I arrive in boxes.
I am crowding them gently at first,
incognito practically until my drumsticks and brushes arrive.
all bets are off now, no more silence for them.
I am dying to drum out six or eight sets.
They know I am here now, as do their neighbors.
The whole town knows. A gentle, hostile mighty take-over
first a bedroom, then the great room. Now my pieces are
lackadaisically lounging around the entire premises, in a good way.
I am rhythmically and methodically sound. But sneaky.
Piece by piece I have inched my way into the human man’s brain.
The wife has been slower to come around. We still stick out our tongues when we meet.
I am the rhythm master, spreading my beat
enjoying my stands and my cymbals, loving the beat
as the human man plays me softly, then loudly with my sticks and brushes.
Crescendo now! Bam! Final finish! I am amazing!
("Eye of God", 2018, original encaustic)
You Can't Judge a Book By Its Cover
You can’t judge a book by its cover
Or then again maybe you can
Covers show us what the authors want us to see
And there is plenty to judge in that
But it may not be what the author wants us to think
Once open though
All bets are off
As the author’s own words
And not just image
Are exposed for us to taste, test and judge
And yet still in our judgment
What are we really seeing?
Speaking from experience
I can say there are many
Who have seen me, my art and poems
And think I’m cool
And then….
After a bit of conversation
Walk away
Thinking, Jeez, what a racist, sexist, fascist pig.
If you need to see the face
Of all you judge and fear
Just look in the mirror.
(10/10/23)