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I like to think there are a few gentle gems still left
amidst all the clanging slag
beauty and shine amidst the blue
of suffering and selfishness. The anti-divine
my-my, how we're fond of comparing:
fashion
gods
skin tones
collections of things
so willing to kill each other for
oil
cocoa leaves
political differences
pink meat...
Until we evolve, it's better to separate than kill one another.
Just the other day, a man was stoned to death for being gay.
Another, beaten, a few breaths shy of death for wearing a MAGA hat.
Devils sashay bloody streets-eating innocents-pepper spraying God.
Time to separate and pray-that blaze gives way to more gentle embers.
With his carefully coiffed, yellow combed over hair
Fake smile and trophy wife, no wonder people stare
This jester is a maniac, in charge of the United States
Making decisions that cause many heated debates
Congress is in turmoil, folks are scared to say a word
This joker is pulling their strings, and it really is absurd
If someone disagrees with him or steps a little out of line
They last as little as ten days. The jester is such a swine
At least Humpty Dumpty wasn’t trying to build a wall
If this jester doesn't shape up, he’s headed for a great fall!
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08-08-17
I didn’t want to go, to school today,
I wanted to stay, and keep the bullies at bay.
I’d walk to the gates, 15 minutes late,
On a different route, to the one of my mate.
My mummy said, that you need to go,
But why should I go, when I’m feeling so low.
The bullies would wait, before and after.
I’d be pushed to the floor, which would be followed by laughter.
I like to keep feelings, and thoughts to myself,
But I can’t any longer, to protect my mental health.
I need to tell mummy, what happened today,
That I need to be strong, and throw my worries away.
Bullies never win, there’s always a reason,
They’re always the same, whatever the season.
But I am strong, and will rise above the pain,
For it’s me who will shine, and friends I will gain.
See jakalman standing in bushes with mammary glands looking like a pregnant lion, it is roaming the hills looking for prey and all the animals has to get out of the way and mount the tree above it and lie flat on the branches far away from it. It stands on the side of the hill in the bushes contemplating which way to go, it is searching for preys and attack anything that comes its way, jackalman lives in the wilds and have to struggle hard to survive. Jackalman sometimes roams the forest creating a storm just before the break of dawn, and all the petrified animals bungle together holding court in the dark waiting for the massacre to start. Jackalman swings from limb to limb while the owl stood high on a branch too scare to hoot least jackalman tears off its boot. Tension runs heavily in the bush and danger masquerade on the hill and all the animals search for an answer to take down jackalman.He is the king of the forest but they were too scared to do it. The cheater with it spotted coat and fishbone stuck across its throat crawl out of the bushes and said, “ I will do it,” but when master jackal comes its way the timid cheater crawl back in the bushes to think of another strategy. The night drifted in anger and all the animals arm themselves with sticks and stone, baseball bats and shot-put ball that weigh about sixteen pound. The carefree antelope made its way home with baby antelopes wagging their tails and frolicking around while danger lies ahead of them but the heavens tell them. The little antelope fell behind unaware of what is going on and walk merrily along the lane but the Jackal hid in the bushes seeking desperately for something to cook, and dinner was in site and the jackal had to make a sacrifice and just as I thought of it Jackalman leaps out of the bushes and held baby antelope to the ground but the animals were just in time to sever its head and the antelope and all the animals declare that the king of the forest was dead. The animals gather together and circle around Jackalman’s throne and so they feed on raw meat and flesh and drag jackalman's body through the street and animal and man join the procession.
To bow at feet divine, yet feel the weight/
Of every fault, each sin he does dictate/
A love proclaimed, yet fire awaits below/
In sadistic trials, our fate does show/
A tyrant's rule, a dictators scheme/
A mind consumed by power, it would seem/
In psychiatric terms, a narcissist plea/
A God who craves our praise, eternally/
If love so pure condemns to fire's embrace/
One questions this divine, omnipotent grace/
A paradox in words, where love and wrath/
Seem intertwined on a narrow path/
Communistic echoes in divine decree/
Where worship is forced/
And freedom can not be/
A kingdom not ruled by Democracy/
But by iron hands of theological tyranny/
The question lingers, in the silent night/
Can love be true/
When governed by such might/
THE MANY DEATH THREATS PERHAPS SINCE CHRISTMAS DAY 1984 THESE THREATS CONTINUED EVEN RIGHT BEFORE THE CAR BOMB IGNITED MY FACE WITNESS ON LICENSE PLATES MY FATE WITNESSING THE PLOTTING OF ARSON MURDER OF 8 ELDERLY PERSONS PERHAPS 1998 HOMELESS PERISHED IN THE FIRE OVER THE CONTENTS OF THE TAILOR SHOP RESULTED IN VICTIM 9 MY WITNESSING THE PLOTTING OF GARGANO ARSON MURDERS OF 9 RESULTED IN A CONVOY OF THREATS BULLYING I DON'T BELIEVE MAFIA LEADERS LIKE JOHN GOTTI EVER HAD A CONVOY OF TERRORIST THREATS NO MATTER HOW MANY BODIES SAMMY THE BULL SAID HE KILLED FOR JOHN GOTTI THE CONVOY MASSIVE TERRORIST THREATS LIKE BEING IN PARIS IN FRONT OF A SHOP AWAITING YOUR DEATH TO BE CARRIED OUT YOU HAVE ENEMIES HIRED TO BLOW YOUR BRAINS OUT ESPECIALLY AFTER THE FIRE CHEIF HELPED TO COVER THE MURDERS ONLY TO HAVE VICTIM 9 BRINING THIS HORRID HORRID MURDERS CLOSER INTO VIEW DEATHS THREATS OF BURNING US ALIVE VERY ODD STOP SENDING TERRORISTS THREATS STOP INTIMIDATING TERRORISTS THREATS IT'S TRULY SAD CIRO JUST STOP WHY ARE YOU TERROZING MY FAMILY OVER THOSE 9 PEOPLE WHO PERISHED IN THOSE FIRES OF HELL 9 PERSONS ON OXYGEN MACHINES I DON'T FEAR YOUR TERRORISTS THREATS ITS VERY HARD DRAINING READING YOUR DEATH THREATS I WORE WIRES PREGNANT FOR THE FBI BUYING WEAPONS AND DRUGS FROM YOUR JUNK SICK OFFICERS HIRED AS SECURITY WHILE YOU BURNED PEOPLE ALIVE STARTLING I SURVIVED THAT DEADLY BOMB IGNITED MY FACE JUST COVER YOUR EYE BABY 30 SECONDS OF TICKING
in defense of Donald Trump
What is enduring is Trump's popularity
of the working class, who live on truncated
income and has not reserved cash
at the end of the week
Is it because he speaks the language of us
uneducated masses and he reinforces
the hatred of the middle class, who have
fancy titled jobs, but produce nothing
Politicians talk over their head
but have nothing but contempt for us
But there must be something more
a synergy who are not Americans do not
understand
The deep division between the ordinary
people and the elite are staggering
can bring the USA to the brink of civil unrest
However, there is a politician, flawed
who see this and workers listen to his voice
Donald Trump is the man for our time
he knows how to talk to foreign leaders
because he is honest and tells it like it is
Denmark
There is a charming little country
it has no sharp stones or huge mountains to obstruct the view
In our heart, we loved this little land.
They even invented the word “HYGGE.”
The reality is quite different, as it turns out to be a den of spies.
they spied on the behalf of the USA; in other Scandinavian countries,
they even bugged the prime minister of Germany´s phone.
In shipping it has been noticed they get the best contracts.
Quid pro quid, I think the word is.
We in Norway have been half sceptical of this sugary land
We were ruled by them for 500 years.
But they make good beer.
It will take time before we trust the sweet little land again, and
The word “Hygge” has lost its cosy sense of brotherhood.
It takes your money and robs you of time,
Chimes for attention, and rings with crime.
Your give it the power to mold and control
Unending hours, absorbed by its hold.
An instant response is expected, demanded.
Heeded is good but delayed? Reprimanded!
All in-person prowess becomes diminished.
Face to face talking so rarely gets finished.
A bully’s bat and a hacker’s treasure
Anonymity’s cover and popularity's measure.
The catfish pool where deceivers swim
And ransoms demanded at every whim.
Larceny’s tool for the unsuspecting,
Innocent calls for fund redirecting.
Our sense of purity known implicitly,
Is replaced with images shown explicitly.
It was made for our good, but buyer beware
There are dangers galore lurking there.
Be not deceived, what you hold is quite sinister
That cell phone of yours is a devious minister.
I thought it was you, remember me?
The one with the face you refused to see
The one with the frown that made you smile
Yes it's been a good long while
I remember so many days, you beat on me in so many ways
Your fists and feet had their regular spots
Where the bruises lived, you'd kick and punch non stop
Remember when we lost track?
So, so many years back
You'd never thought of me since that parting day
When I set out into the wild to find a way
For you the target simply changed
You found someone else to satisfy your ways
For me the violence never really stopped
Rage and torment , then my anger popped
I've been here a while and got to know
The way things happen down below
But down here I am a King and you're a pawn
Welcome to hell
The darkness sings and cries
The air is filled with death
The words you hear are all lies
We'll meet again and it will be sooner than you know
I've been looking forward to this and having my go.