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If Trump wins...rest in peace - Mother of Freedom
Post mortem courtesy
Doctor Demento yielded
Lady Liberty lies slain...
videre licet knocked senseless
from brutal blows upon her crown
simultaneously shouldering existential crisis
triggered nervous breakdown
though rendered mute
sound of silence doth expound.
Forsooth impeachment hearings
rendered him immune
to chastisement, insurrection
he did foment, blithely
skirting impairment appertain
blood on hands of
self important president,
though alcohol he doth abstain,
nonetheless permanent drunken stupor
doth wax and wain
finger of guilt
damaging democracy points
to him as chief villain
groomed since... time immemorial
atavistic primate brain
bathed (courtesy Frederick Christ Trump)
buzzfeeding chosen favored heir
go for broke – as a red badge of courage
bankrupt countless times
and pulled out all stops,
viz unbridled thundering,
espousing philosophy gain
amass wealth, unscrupulous
if necessary where,
might equals right cold play'n
deadly serious game (Life) train
sight squarely and/or roundly
scattered lovely bones
amidst tombstones testimony
incidental secondary fallout main
part and parcel, where legerdemain,
plus art of the deal linkedin
with immeasurable gloating
ego necessary to gain
con fetter writ oligarchy plain
successfully cheating, hocking,
milking, quaffing, and trending,
yielding dynastic rule
trumpeting eternal and carnal
stormy Daniels reign
vaping with wealthy
zealotry (think vain)
at electorate expense
tampering koolaid acid test
courtesy illegals sown GMO grain
colluding when/where possible,
never losing sight regarding
selfish mission to attain
obligatory ideal tyranny
rampantly running roughshod,
no need to explain
writing sleight underhanded profane
antithetical, critical, heretical quatrain
badgering, belittling, besmirching,
bilking, boasting, bragging with disdain
flagrantly flaunting, fleecing,
regarding purported B.S. degree
in economics he did attain
matriculating Wharton School of law,
hmm... methinks he paid
hireling from Ukraine
forever flirting, flouting, and flunking
even basic geography questions
case in point being
where is Drury Lane
additionally, he ain't
no literati familiar
storied quasi fiction Citizen Kane.
how many people in your life that have been murdered?
probably none
my grandfather was a war herp
coma tosed
to have his wife a cripple
so i could run away scrambling from bs people for the rest of my life
11 tragic deaths in my life,
my family and friends
and their family and friends dropping like flies
the bills sent for the ambulance ride
leave me wondering why did you even bother come
to pretend to save my life
to wake me up and send me out the door
without being able to thank the people who just kept me alive
4 suicides, and im the lucky one to survive mine
4 murders have taken place in my life
and three tragic accidents
i have no idea what it would belike to see my family smile
theyre all dead
nothing but bs people come to watch me cry
who dont know who i am
never talk to me
and have no time for someone like me
off i go back to the hospital for more poison
and brag about malpractice
my stomache that cant digest any thing without pain or discomfort
but hey off your meds i can finally achieve an ********
love music by the way
the terrorist psychological attack with my name on it
offering me reason after reason to cry
what do i need another excuse to hate you
the politicians i cant contact
the police force harassing me
breaking my door down to ransack
stalking me to hand out tickets
breaking my nose afer a hostage situation
and its the bs people who tell me
trying to kill myself was the right thing
the military doesn't care
but make things happen over night
love watching you walk around in your underwear
at my pity party to be happy for you
but im not
im jealous
i hate you for it
your bs people
like these poetry sites with no clue
nice poem huh?
what a read....
go die
maybe after i get crippled they will have the heart to shoot me
but i doubt it
been raped, and tortured, and drugged, and beat by police, and held hostage
to be cyber stalked and have my accounts compromised
off and on and off and on
for 13 years
go kill yourself
war pig loser nation
what do you want me to say?
i know why people drop bombs now
i truly do
put me in a tank
and suck my d ick
existance is my enemy anyway
i hope he quits bothering to live
screw you face book
and twitter is a terrorist organisation
go ask microsoft
When I esteemed not myself, you were out there.
Living, learning, seeking, somewhere, wanting,
Each sorrow held emptiness.
We had not met; I had not loved myself.
Life was young and I was seeking, too.
No positive complement was retained within my mind.
A courteous reply and disbelief raging within said, “Thank you.”
Education, I thought, should make me important.
So, I sat out to obtain it, lots of it!
Direction-less, I studied this and that and something else.
Science. Certainly if I study that, I will be important.
So, I did; and struggled all the way.
Yet, there I was, still feeling unimportant.
I had picked my weakness as my goal.
Some degree of success was gained, a B.S. in the Sciences.
Yet, still, I esteemed not myself.
Trying to love, but not feeling loved and not loving myself.
And not really loving anyone, I guess, and life went on.
Art! If I were an artist, that would make me important.
I had always loved art, but thought that I had no talent.
My childhood neighbor, an artist, said that I did.
I believed him because I want to believe, and I began.
Painting-by-painting, mood-by-mood, I put paint on canvas.
Encouragement came from here and there, but not success.
I esteemed not myself, until one day, when I found a special church.
A church that taught me that I was a child of God,
Unique, with special talents, and loved by Heavenly Father –
I started listening; I started believing, really believing.
Success was knocking at my door; my self-esteem began budding.
I set out to study art formally at college…not for importance,
But for myself, to share my heart and to bring joy, hopefully.
Painting and creating brought me great pleasure, inadequacies and all.
My self-esteem was growing, at last.
Then you came into my life and loved everything about me.
Unconditionally, tenderly, caring, you gave strength.
My self-esteem soared; my love for God was in place.
And poetry, which had been laced within myself, spoke out!
Self-esteem, purpose in life, and love was found in one package…me.
Loving myself took a long and stormy search, but it came, at last!
Then, our wanting became joy; we esteemed and loved equally.
Circumstances...circumcising visions of premonitions
Orange sun shines on thousand seconds after dawn
Not that yesterday mattered anymore
Just so that you know, I'm sore...you're a bore and a flake...you're a fake and a whore...torn in tears...forlorn in fears...challenging them with cheers around here next to my family and friend peers
Understand I'm not ever alone...YOU SELFISH LITTLE B - nevermind...I ain't wasting my words on you...
Rage on a different page, hideously furious...in this cage of captivity...it's a pity you don't see the cuts on my wrists...conjuring crimson upon my bathroom floor...forevermore...fervently...forlorn...born to death now...somehow, lured in by shadows, who knows where the wicked wind blows...
Imagining you gone...imagine?
Noting this -- I have moved on -- where do i begin?
Get over it...Dave the Brave, I have my wits to be alit
Corny, but I'm illuminated, even intrigued by dull small talk because silence speaks louder and prouder than words, like birds, fluttering insanely...barely surviving and thriving...humility humps my mindset now...
raped by rue
i see you...
my, oh my
so much solitude and attitude of gratitude if only you knew...why...
omit the abyss...enter in, happiness
never exit in my mindset of eustress
organically awakened by October's Sabbathia moon...
not your so-called HalloweeN BS....
triggered.
hope you know i'm absurd...
eek! With or without you...I can speak...you don't know half i've been thru
delusional daydreamer I am...I am God's WANDERING, PONDERING AND SQUANDERING lamb...YES! I am...BAM! Got a problem that I'm as robust as a ram? Man...
oh, you are dashingly, abashingly skeptical of me? YOU'RE OBLIVOUS, u c?
oooh,
Rude...you say...you say today...
shut up...
true, listen...
empty...
Positively a door wide open without a key in it...my doorstep is dripping with blood...but, I wrap it with a handkerchief...Revelation revels through the realms of my roving mindframe....I'm not to blame...unhappiness just came...it locked me up into this game of shame...I'm not the same as you now see...I'm authentically...me...biblically...righteously...humbly me...no worries!
Man have you seen all the stuff
that they’re spreading these days?
Beaming it through the air
from some satellites somewhere a
thousand miles out in space…
Not even stopping at the
fact check station
long enough for a refill
of hot BS
with a side order of lies…
Because truth never matters…
Within seconds they send it
straight as an arrow
piercing our brains
until all that remains
is the drool running down
dripping onto the ground…
Never mind.
I can tell you have
by that blank stare on your face…
Thinking none of this matters…
They bombard us
with images of another
plot line and tell us not to look
that everything is fine
until we begin to lose our focus…
Sensationalism.
Fascism.
Communism.
Racism.
Leftism.
Rightism…
All being sold as gospel to our kids
who don’t care anymore about
how it used to be way back when…
When some things still mattered…
I try to tell them about
how you, me, and all the other dinosaurs
cruised Main Street with our AM radios blaring.
our bell bottom jeans flaring
everybody caring
about peace and free love
and how it was all going to be groovy man…
They say all that ancient crap doesn’t matter…
Because nowadays it’s too
hard to distinguish
between the truth and a lie
friends or enemies
lovers or haters
and who’s killing who
and for what
or for why.
Makes no difference…
Cause it don’t matter…
Saw just the other day where
some kid shows up at the wrong house
looking for his little brother.
knocks on the door
but the old
guy just sees another gangster
and guns him down…
Just because he can…
Says that’ll teach you to stay
on your own side of town…
You think he’s locked up
in jail somewhere?
Nah he’s out running around…
Like none of it matters…
Don’t even
get me started
on all the other stupid
shootings going on
down at the school and the park
birthday parties and parking lots
banks, hotels,
swimming pools,
make out spots…
Everybody hears the gunshots
but nobody gives it a second thought.
They just keep recording it
for TikTok or YouTube…
Gotta get my likes…
Even if it don’t matter…
12/13/20
"Why Is It?"
Times of crisis
The cause of our own destruction, and being lifeless
Is more complex than science
Sometimes it involves an appliance
Sometimes it's considered sacrifices
Often from violence
Or our own devices
Quickly will pay the price quick
And might just die if
You never try to fight it
An ongoing virus
Having an impact on the sinus
With me, don't try to get righteous
Or pious
I'm not one sided
Or biased
I remain silent
Holding a trident
On an island
Among redwood giants
No matter the climate
I spied it
And saw with my eye this
There's too many tyrants
Folks kept calling them "your highness"
Such B.S., never once did I buy it
Always remained quiet
Became friends with pirates
Such knowledge and experience is priceless
Turning on the light switch
Not so blinded or simple minded
Gaining mileage
Shining like a diamond
And still enlightened
Paying no mind or trying to fight the system
We've no proof, of if extra-terrestrial life visits
Why is it?
It's nice and vivid
The world can be quite wicked
At times I find it twisted
You don't have to agree, just don't be blind to it
Why kid?
Don't try to fib
Living a lie, why live it?
Often saw the back of my eyelids
Getting so high, I'm lifted
Mixing alcohol with it, if it already didn't
It's about to hit quick
Was or wasn't predicted
The same can be said for it being scripted
Spirits risen
Despite so much division
A lot of content is encrypted
Continuing the expedition
With ambition
As was written
The truth not fiction
Taking out all competition
Remaining driven
Nearby mechanisms
And organisms
Made my decision
Many schisms
Everyone has opinions
Did or didn't involve criticism
In and out of hell's kitchen
Often I've been conflicted
I don't just sip it
I dive in it
Wasn't always able to fit in
Either I did, or I didn't
I'm different
I listen
Keep my hand hidden
Using wisdom
And vision
To take care of business
From the start to the finish
Yet I'm far too dependent on substances and liquids
It's really sad, I know isn't it (it is)
I don't really like to question God too much but sometimes I have to ask. Y? I never really fit in anywhere. I was always either too much or not enough. Nothing ever makes me happy. I have never been the best at doing anything. I always say I'm still young and I'm finding myself, but time is going and I'm still in the same place that I've been trying to move from. I thought I found love once, but that was taken away and given to someone I guess God felt was more deserving. I never loved the same. I thought I found my place in the world, but once again that was taken away just like the love I thought I found. Sometimes I look in the mirror and a sadness coats my eyes. I look deeper and I feel shame. I just wander off into pointless dreams that happiness does exist SOMEWHERE. I gave up on many things. Even God at one point. I thought to myself that there's no way God would allow his child to live in such dark spirits. It's true that one event can change a lifetime. I was a kid. I knew it was wrong, but I guess I should've never been there. Why do I even care about it? It was over ten years ago. I thought time would heal everything. That's my favorite line. I can handle everything because in time it will get better. BS. You never forget. Experiences control who you become. I hate that people always views my life as an easy task. I guess you never understand what makes a strong person stand tall when chaos is everywhere until you become that person. I'm a firm believer in everything happens for a reason, but I never figure out the reason. Why is my life not the way I want it to be? I try hard to get what I want out of life and although I have all the pieces it never seems to come together. Don't get me wrong. I'm grateful for the things I have, but some things aren't as valuable to others. I'm tired of putting my life on hold. When do I get a chance to be the person that I am inside? When feel the sadness leave me? When will I no longer have to deal with the shame? When will I find my calling? Where do I belong in this world? Better question, Y am I here? Looking for my place..... Lost!!!!!
3/20/22
Going at an alarming speed
Taxes and parking fees
Across uncharted seas
I'm in the presence of sharks and trees
Keeping any B.S. far from me
Among constant conflict and chaos, I've only partially
Found harmony
It all use to dishearten me
Experienced much first hand rather harshly
Around me was constant paraphernalia like a pharmacy
In years past, I partook in some carpentry
Sometimes I make chimichurri with ingredients like parsley
Remarkably
What I do will not matter or it shall far exceed
All expectations, meanwhile most continue harming each
It's typical no longer startling
People charm and tease
Cause harm and cheat
A lot of them are a creep
Mama told me, boy get your s*** straight
Otherwise you're ending up in fifth place
Won't exceed if your content with that and think it's great
Someday I'mma drop a mixtape
On B.S. they often fixate
Far too many commit hate
Worldwide instead of just across this state
I'm not jaded
Even though I constantly got cross faded
Often living in space
For a long time I was a bit late
So the ship sank
But after a quick break
It all became innate
Still they treat others worse than inmates
People far too often piss-take
And they love to dictate
At this rate
That'll be their last mistake
Because it all gives shape
To being dim and fake
Leading toward a grim fate
Damn girl you got a thick waist
If I don't shape up, I could end up being fish bait
Can't get by with a higher loss than win rate
Specific crowds targeted
Harmful products continually marketed
Won't catch me in a cardigan
I finished it and now I've started it
Got back to drinking hard again
Risking an arm and leg
In daylight I'm charging in
Or in the dark I hid
Hmm girl, you're so very far from a gem
Often broke the hearts of men
For a long time of love they were hunger-starven
Got to keep a smart head
And a firearm instead
Of just a blade with a sharp edge
Concern for human life is often disregarded
Doesn't matter what you do, like if you bartend
Or became a jarhead
Can't do anything if you are dead
Not On The Menu
Sister girl don’t judge the brothers at
The zip mart with oily stained jeans
And dirty fingernails, judging him not clean
Turning your head,
Sighing with dread
Thinking he got a nerve to look your way.
It doesn’t look like he has a good pay.
You stick up your nose
Shifting your hips to that not for me pose.
To get outside and pass his ride
And it’s a Jag, a Benz, or a Dooley truck
Or a rusty pickup
Pulling a sponsored racecar in stride.
Rolling your beautiful brown eyes
at the man wiping sweat from his brow.
Your mind start counting and you go wow!
The fella with paint spots pass by you in a van.
With another right behind it
Both with the name Painter Dan.
Sister girl standing there with Apple bottoms,
Oscars, Liz, and Jimmie Chu, Vera Wang
Hung on your shoulder with your BS and BA
You’re beautiful and fly and you are definitely a Miss Thang
passing up the brother in the Honda and Toyota
Who’s going to night school to get his MBA.
Sister girl, sister girl, don’t judge a book by it’s cover
I’m a straight up hard worker, a good man, a good lover
Sister girl, sister girl look around.
You are over looking the plumber, small businessman,
and technicians…We want to lift you up not bring you down
You are passing over good men because we
are not on your menu.
Don’t meet your specifications
No where near meet your expectations.
Suave sister girl who go down your list
gotta have that, gotta have this
Drive a Lex, a Benz, make over 100 grand
who finally gets what she wants
Her suit and tie man
Who doesn’t show an ounce of love
Compassion or kindness,
And doesn’t have a plan.
He has a gold Rolex with a dollar in the bank
Sister girl, sister girl, how does he rank?
Don’t judge me by every other.
I’m a straight up good man and will never be undercover.
I’ll have your back in good times and bad.
Oh, and by the way I will be a great dad.
Sister girl, sister girl so what are you going to do?
Hmmm and hah about me until you turn blue.
Listen up sister girl. I may not choose you.
10/31/22
I've weathered rough storms
Always high and drunk or
Trying to have love form
I was once torn
All this B.S. occurs out my front door
You've woken up the beast, now you're done for
You've no idea what's in store
Just may be guts and gore
Time I smoke and drink some more
All these dumb whores
Meanwhile constantly with punks I war
You'll be unable to prevent it
Before there can be any friendship
It all ends quick
Meanwhile too much crap they remain obsessed with
Not all shall be nice
Something off I was able to see twice
Underneath streetlights
Over the span of three nights
By going to extreme heights
I learned valuable lessons for a cheap price
Nearly each time
Often turns to violence, rarely is there peace signs
Seen by my keen eyes
For the remainder, need to be wise
Against these guys
Since in the end eventually we die
Still she tries
But I'm going to make her take a deep dive
Since she is barking up the wrong tree line
Trying to mess with the whole beehive
No need to read in-between the lines
I've seen why, they do it no need to try
The same said falling for it and believing lies
Too late to worry about me, I'm eating fine
Nothing singled out
Or leading to bigger doubt
I've had opportunity to think about
While out in nature or a house by a sink and couch
Where I would smoke and drink large amounts
Now I know
It's not just how it goes
Much of it I've outgrown
And the rest of it, I've been the town joke
Behind clouds of smoke
Beyond a clown or folk
Always the one they doubt the most
Just like with everything there's a price to pay
She brought me warmth and lighted my day
Right away
It's nice to say
But then she left me in the dark
Like they all do before I can make a mark
By now we're worlds apart
Yet it still hurts my heart
Because I'm tossed away to collect dust before I could start
Oh well I continue and swim on
Regardless of if I live long
Rarely if ever I did wrong
Took endless work to become this strong