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NEO POLITICO MILITARY INVASION,
OPPRESSION, AND NEO SLAVERY
Middle passages are no longer necessary,
You merely invade/steal the island/nation country:-
When you do so, the invasion/steal, the people/slaves,
And all natural resources/priceless gems are the bonuses:-
Thus, the nature of making America great again:
Improving upon previous politico-military oppressive ideology:-
The irony of it all is being approved to do so,
Via “majority rule "constitutional amendments:-
So, be not surprised when you hear the ultimate in the new greatness:
The POTUS and VICE, being “constitutionally”, granted extended terms!
Absurd as all this may sound at the moment, think and remember this
and be aware:
The absurdity of the sounds, when the POTUS first spoke of Venezuela,
and Greenland:-
We need a touch of inspiration,
To lighten our pain and frustration.
Despite the sacrifices and amendments,
America remains mad and against us.
With the entire country on lockdown,
It seems impossible not to feel down.
It’s hard for us to keep our head up,
When worldly issues continue to pile up.
Everyone is on edge and extremely sensitive,
An eruption could occur at the drop of a pen.
Race, injustice, and corruption are the triggers,
The black and blue bullets are the driving killer.
An awakened volcano is not a pretty sight,
Any moment it may start yelling at the sky.
Surely people are on the verge of blowing up,
It’s a challenging time to keep our head up.
The hearts I have broken,
The wealth I have lost,
The mess I have made,
It is like I have been living for 300 years.
Oh! The heart is crying out,
the soul guilty, my mind racing,
hopelessly, knowing amendments won't be granted.
I am the lost son of the lost hope,
Sliding on a sea of complications,
Wishing to fly with my fins, dreaming of clouds
but there are always new clouds above the clouds.
Unsatisfied, I learn to laugh.
I laugh with my fellow fish
who learned to draw breath above the sea,
and who stopped crying under the wetness.
I rejoyce, for I am the son of the wind,
blowing away merily but briefly,
no matter how much I carry on my path
I will one day cease and be lost,
remambered shortly then forgotten forever.
In this world we live in today
Everyone with their taste or aim
I'm not in it to impress
But to impact with balance
If you can't contact or concur
Then you're not an alliance or can't relate
So why the debate or hate, when everyone is not mate!?..
I'm here to leave a legacy
Not just properties
People achieve properties with deceit
But greatness comes with discipline
Bankruptcy takes away all properties
Even when you passed it down
But legacy can't die if passed down
Unless for a selfish pursuit for power or position.
Whatever you do take your time
Always pay the price of diligence
Be accountable and honest
Don't portray to be perfect
We all make mistakes
But the ability to make amendments
Will determine your contentment
Because nothing blooms all year long.
They want to burn the flag today
to them America's blood born banner
represents jingoism, a false heroism of a broken day
a culture illegitimate in divine manner,
feeling excluded from rich spiritual deposits
cursing the color of a People truly progressive
a breed disinterested in the Marxist and Maoist,
feminists and racists come to set fire to Liberty's starry votive,
impudently waving the national rags
of failed narco states and theocratic tyrannies
chanting dystopic glories of thuggish brags
with savage violence assaulting children, women, and men with American identities,
have they ever bothered to read the 1st, 9th, or 13th Amendments
will they ever realize the illusion of ideological hatred,
in our land they live with victory's compliments
yet grown fat on the lies they've been easily fed,
We, Americans, have a heritage, and citizenry
composed of good natured, disciplined hearts,
educated, informed, and compassionate to humanity,
folk, from every continent, creed and diverse smarts,
Come, you ignorant miscreants
come and burn this flag I wear with honor and pride,
come burn it,
Over My Dead Body!
J.A.B.
When you are broken
The pains of life become unbearable
Making you vulnerable
You become unstable
Unable to focus on the target
Amidst your capability
You start living in captivity
If you don't use your agility.
Get up and take the stance
It's your chance to dance to life's music
The tones are echoing from distance
Disability is not inability
When life hit you hard; hit harder
Don't become a liability
When you were made for the possibility
Believe in your ability
For dedication yields productivity
Taking you from stagnation to your destination.
This is not a motivation
Rather an inspiration or education
Enlightening you to pay attention
Because attention yields redemption
If you don't know where it has been broken
How can you restore or make amendments?
Pay attention to the signs so you don't sigh negatively.
Rosebuds draft in scarlet, crimson, or maroon,
dreams to capture the viewer's point of view,
as its blossom's sheath their basis to its prune,
magnificent achievers rise in rows queue,
as the loss of age cast their field of thorn strewn,
shadows the facades to pipe a distinct tune,
shear away those sharp pokey points of danger,
and frail petals to amend its life-changer.
Amendments trail the housed maxed of tabletops,
of revived rosebuds claim a home as their own,
a treasured wealth trades with the town's floral shops,
then set at one's front wicket by an unknown,
or adorn tombstones as floral wreaths that props,
and crowned on a princess who sits on her throne,
a taxing burden to detain the death masque,
not tiny but thornless as Bonsai craft's task.
The Pyramid steps like the Baguio steppes,
where Filipinos view as their time-out spot,
the other is ancient for tourists who peps,
while an isle serves the rosebuds to sprout and squat,
nature confides stemmed thornless maroon by reps,
students check articles of the course they plot,
as a new breed of rosebuds shelved a terrace,
elegance embrace the solitaire heiress.
Loosely sketched parcels that the rosebud dwells in,
fresh sod fertile and well-sopped sealed neath the sun,
from its current strain, since its birth in Eden,
inspire blossoming with faint buzzes outdone,
coy rumors, green greener, red redder, seeds in,
East rises, and West sets, how the rosebud won,
Bonsai is an ancient craft not deemed as new,
man named rosebuds since their virgin birth, it grew.
Spring sprung sprouts as their healthy roots hug the ground,
a wealth of newborns reach for the warmth of skies,
its outstretched stem hardens merely being gowned,
a promised promenade paramount to rise,
by patrons, the sun, moon, and earth make their round,
a glowing shape as a rosebud is its prize,
the fields are graced with rosebuds color-filled rows,
as they grow in opened splendor till it snows.
Botanical Society best: Sowers.
ranked by their breeds and regions where they were raised,
down to idyllic truths, forthcoming growers,
who take pleasure in their leisure being phased,
where growth is best tended as their height lowers,
promised its dowery by virtuous praised,
reach prosperous glory in you or outpours,
rain or shine achievers within or outdoors.
The signs are all around us.
There's something in the air.
Things are gonna happen soon,
Let all Mankind beware.
The winds of change are stirring.
Soon they'll begin to blow,
And what they bring are no surprise,
To Christians in the know.
To those of us who read The Word,
As all good Christians should,
The signs are plan these winds of change,
Will blow nobody good.
The new amendments to our laws,
Are strange and don't make sense.
It seems those we have given power,
Have lost their common sense.
You'd think we'd learn from past mistakes,
And we'd know what to look for;
But we see what we want to see,
So we'll have another encore,
Of all the tawdry politics,
And crime behind the scenes;
Murder, incest, prostitutes,
And theft and broken dreams;
And as our country crumbles,
The devil laughs with glee,
Because we turned our backs on God,
And simply would not see.
Humanity is a series of mistakes that have molded society into what it is today. It's important to learn from mistakes—lessons that teach us what not to do. Success is one goal we all have in common; happiness is the ultimate achievement. We strive for perfection, only to fall short and set unrealistic standards for ourselves. Parents guide youth with the tools that they have been gifted—Hand me down apples wind fall from the family tree.
A boat brought a great many across a sea of hope. Hoping for a better life that free will facilitated, melting into a pot of a culture that didn't exist; simply because it hadn't been created yet—blind faith driving the dream—only to be awakened by the existence of real life. Too good to be true was but a distant saying; undoubtedly manifested due to murderous mutiny of hope and solidified within treason. Free willed men killed in its name for a better way of life, only for it to get ripped apart through amendments that dictated through loop holes. Debating words that they themselves do not even understand, all while blowing out the flames of the dreamers' candle.
Left in the dark, men lower themselves in desperation and mistakes teach lessons. The shadows of the past follow us; whispering in our ears—stalking our every move; surrounded in good intentions.
Standing in the way is a judge named, Society. Bright ideas bully beliefs and feed us full of modified foods. Money making morons make believe. Lying and cheating the very fabric of morality—testing integrity and eating the most forbidden of fruits. Mistaken men make choices based on instant gratification; ignoring the whispers in the wind; completely aware—stepping on innocence all the way to the top. Judgmental and critical towards everyone else yet internally evaluating feelings of inadequacy; projecting his personal outlook with deviation—secretly insecure...
Ashamed of himself, he is constantly tormented. Plagued by his inability to shake the tail of The Stalker Named Genius . . .
Written in Feb. 2015
The last moment of his life came.
The beyond anxiously awaited to receive him into
Its eternal embrace.
He was terrified!
He asked for some more time.
He wished for some amendments to make:
Wrongdoings to make right;
To give love to those he hated;
To help those that were in need;
To be truthful to those he betrayed;
To ask forgiveness from those he hurt.
Alas,
Adamant was the Lord of the hereafter
"Such requests can never be gratified," he said
" You see the law of cause and effect is unforgiving.
The balance of things should be maintained otherwise the
harmony of the whole would be disturbed ." he added.
" What you sow is what you reap " with emphasis declared.
" Do not worry though" he continued.
" On this side, absolute justice prevails for it is irrelevant if one
is a king or a beggar, thus you will receive the right sentence but
always with the agreement of your soul - God's ambassador in you-
that will offer the final accurate testimony of your actions on earth,
adding nothing and subtracting nothing ." he concluded!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
17 May 2018