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The Islamists claim that their views
are the very words of God,
and when they try to make it real,
it just ends up in death and rot.
They can’t stop folks from drinking,
or bringing music to their ears,
can’t stone all the ‘adulteresses’
if they had one thousand years.
Yet they try and all that it brings
is widespread misery and death,
though they live in war, they haven’t learned
to embrace the chaos yet.
The Socialist thinks they are good
for the poor across the world,
but every time they live their thoughts
only genocide is unfurled.
The collectives miss their quotas,
basic supplies soon run short.
They solution? Need more power!
Always more and more and more…
To control human economies
is a foolish, unwise bet,
they seek control and haven’t learned
to embrace the chaos yet.
The Utopian wants to build
a world where it’s all worked out,
problems solved so none suffers,
no hate, no fear, and no doubts.
But what’s ideal for a single mind,
assuming it can even exist,
is anathema to most others,
who soon stand up and resist.
Do they abandon the great dream,
or do they turn to anger red?
Usually that later, they haven’t
embraced the sweet chaos yet.
The truth of it is that ideals
play a similar role to faith,
when one alone does rule the roost,
society slides into hate.
But when no one can rule it all,
when they must always compete,
they you have a state in which
men and women can live free.
Our Founders knew this long ago,
when they structured our county,
low-level chaos is no ill,
it’s a damn necessity!
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
When i was a young boy - ink stained test once with the girl
and the ink was sweet he 'said';
it made us unclean this test, from the man for he was the tester;
And that picture my bat of her 'poet' who he said, is nude
from scandal's shrewdly fled this country in white does it black
with all the butterflies he knew colored pink and blue.
Open i flew it as useless and the color of the rich man
actually can't; it's hiding in places love we deceived him.
The boy saw these people with their political advancement
of stages, i 'said' which is normal,
and doctor with the boy with her nose that last time
and the fact that love always fights and bites and claws it's way,
too the top, never forever restrained.
When prepubescent the boy;
and why being many you were once like this tried to think
and the boy and now the man was unwound
yo-yo's and string.
and the ink went round the stain, falling back up came too life.
The most normal response given to us when it's her time
and time is to him at it's most dangerous when currant.
and in compliance with the easy artist starves
and to use fear to make it open so eagerly and does too be fed.
Doctor that seeks with her one thing only and boys too,
which loves as his own and too the boy as well.
They don't mind joined together,
and will join in and his thing spreads our undergarment,
The nurse will reveal and the ink of the scrutineer will listen,
that (thing)their his will that place negated.
Dr. Rippy while the doctor undermines our credibility
and deducts from her finger when his is pointing
and before showing her/his thing,
rubbing ours together,
bored we think for his amusement, i think he
respects not our past collectives.
and took off points for our quick thoughts.
Ink blot tests, bats fly and poo, eyes cry and you?
While the rest of us whom would not be deceived,
received royal attention of electroshock therapy.
I have always wondered why, they would want you to forget
all of that which never really happens, but in dreams?
Dr.Rippy practiced psychiatry on children
in Tampa Florida when I was a child.
James McLain Sunday, February 21, 2010
THEY WERE SETTLERS FROM MEXICO, CANADA, ENGLISH COLONIES, SOME WERE DUTCH, SOME WERE FRENCH, SOME WERE ENGLISH, SOME WERE AFRICAN, AND SOME WERE ASAIN. THEY SETTLED IN THE VALLEY "WERE DROUGHT WAS KIND." THEY BOUGHT TREASURE WITH THEM, THEY STORED WILD ANIMALS IN CAGES AND TRANSPORTED THE ANIMALS TO THIS NEW AREA. THEY BOUGHT THEIR TREASURE AND KEPT SECRETS ABOUT THE TREASURE SO THAT IF THE SOLDIERS FROM THE NATIVE GOVERNMENT CAME ALONG THEY WOULD HAVE NO KNOWLEDGE OF SUCH. THEY SUNK THEIR TRESURE IN THE PONDS, BUILD SHIPS ON DRY LAND TO LIVE THEIR IN THE RAINY SEASON. THEY TRADE WITH SAVAGE NATIVES IN GOOD TIMES, AND WARRED WITH THEM IN BAD TIMES. THEY WERE WISE AND WEALTHY AT A TIME WERE THEIR WEALTH MEANT NOTHING. tHEY HAD A MULTICULTURAL SETTLEMENT WITH THOUSANDS OF CATTLE. THEY SMOKED FISH IN SUMMER FOR WINTER. THEY STORED FISH ON THE BOATS IN THE DRY DOCKS, JUST IN CASE THE RAINS WOULD COME.
THEIR THEY'D STORE DRIED FRUITS, AND VEGATABLES. THEY'D COLLECT STONES TO BUILD HOUSES. THEY DUG CAVES, AND FOUND TRESURE. THEY MADE THEIR OWN MEDICINE, AND WOULD SEND PEOPLE TO CANADA, MEXICO, THE ENGLISH COLONIES AND TO THE TERRTORIES WEST TO GET THINGS.IT'S BELEIVED THEY INVENTED A NEW WAGON, A LONG HEAVY WAGON THAT ALLOWED EIGHT HORSES TO PULL IT.tHEY HAD BECOME RENOUWNED, BUT THEY NEVER GAVE DIRECTION TO THEIR COLNOY.
iN 1741, THEY SENT, PEOPLE WESTWARD TO FIND A SIMULAR PLACE TO COLONIZE. A TEAM OF RESEARCHERS LEFT THIS COLONY LOOKING TO FIND A NEW PLACE, SO THAT THEY COULD CREATE A NEW TRADE ROUTE BETWEEN THEM. ONLY TWENTY SIX MILES AWAY, RESEARCHERS FOUND A PLACE SO BEAUITUL AND MAGINFICENT, THEY STOPPOED THEIR TO LOOK IT OVER.
...You have a right to trial by jury,
and a presumption of your innocence,
you have a duty to respect other’s rights,
not commit crimes against women and men.
To surrender if you’re done the deed,
take responsibility for your crimes,
but to fight like hell if you’re innocent,
not let injustice rob you of your time.
You have a right to select your leaders,
to pick out who is best to govern things,
tou have a duty to distrust them all,
even if they agree with what you’re saying,
to recognize power corrupts all souls,
and those who seek it you should like the least,
that they’re little better than unruly dogs,
and you’ve got to keep them on a short leash.
You have a right to protection by the law,
an expectation of equal treatment,
you have a duty to not ask for favors,
Not use skin or sex to sway sentiment.
To realize equality means one standard,
despite our problems, history, or past,
to treat people as individuals,
not collectives molded from the same cast.
You have a right to live with your freedoms,
to be the controlling force in your life,
you have a duty to understand that choice
is no guarantee things will go all right,
that life can be a challenging affair,
and no clear road to our success is paved,
but that having the chance to walk that road
is far better than living as a slave.
In the beginning, there were microbes
Once upon a time later
Some collectively came together
Becoming plants and animals
But even after billions of years of evolution
Most still remain as microbes free from collectives
Even to this day, microbes are Earth’s dominate lifeform
Why do you think that is?
For millennia they remained invisible
Hidden from sight
It’s not until recently
With the invention of the microscope
They’ve been discovered and exposed
To scientific scrutiny and medical bloodwork routines
To us, the world is big, but for them, it’s 10,000 times bigger
Giving them plenty of small places to hide
And hold secret meetings
About, who knows what
Only the Microbial Illuminati knows,
If they even exist.
You hear the term bandied about,
used to justify everything,
this catch-all phrase, ‘social justice,’
its praises some constantly sing.
It has become their shibboleth,
to oppose it is heresy,
should someone not buy into it
you will hear the chorus of “Reeeee!”
They claim it is the moral path,
agree with it or be cancelled,
but even quick examinations
reveals it as a load of bull.
And worst off their bad ideas
undermine actual justice,
since that is individual,
‘social’ justice can never exist.
Human beings aren’t ‘collectives,’
groups themselves are just abstractions,
you do not answer for others,
or pay for the things that they’ve done.
If you look like a known murderer
you don’t go to jail for their crime,
yet these ‘social’ justice nitwits
use this principal all the time!
They claim that if your skin is pale,
then by nature you must oppress,
even if you have done nothing
that entitle others to redress.
They claim that if your skin is dark,
a victim you always must be,
even if you have suffered no crime
and are going through life nicely.
A moral mind would look at this,
say, “F-ck off, leave those guys alone,”
since neither committed a crime,
there’s nothing to condemn or condone.
But to live and let people live
is not something the left abides,
so they go looking for problems,
some evil that they can ascribe.
They scream sh-t like ‘unconscious bias’
to turn good people into fiends,
it doesn’t matter you’ve done no wrong,
they need to make you feel guilty.
They dig out past wrongdoings done
by people who are long since dead,
then scream that, somehow, it’s your fault,
that those sins belong on your head.
But you are not responsible
for a past when you did not live,
these things are no genetic, no,
you’ve no reason to feel like sh-t.
You’re only a criminal if
a crime is committed by you,
and you’re only a victim if
you’ve suffered from crime, that’s truth.
You cannot just look at some group
and declare they are good or bad,
you judge people one at a time,
to not do so is bloody mad...
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
The blindfold I see
for the fairness we gain,
not one be distinct
for the laws to remain,
but what of the chains
we have bound to our hand?
The scales of such weight
and the strength they command?
Were it mine to define
I would say it as such,
though sadly some wouldn’t
agree with as much.
That this is the place
where our senses collide,
our collectives of knowing
where truth strains to hide.
Where the people shall bring
what they’ve seen and they’ve heard.
What they’ve touched and they’ve smelled,
be it sane or absurd.
To protest the distaste
of a tongue being used
to act in bad faith
through a trust in abuse.
There lay the knowledge
of harm that’s been done
tipping the scales
to vantage for one.
In accordance of what
we believe right and true,
this is how justice
is served unto you.
For never shall merely
the sole sense of seeing
be all that is used
to adjudicate being
Let the weight of our knowledge
be put to the scales
lest to truth behind justice
stays hidden and fails.
Potpourri of collections
Hug of affections
Season of winters
Track of sprinters
Road of cars
Street of bars
Pad of flies
Pod of eyes
Tin of sardines
Western of jeans
View of lens
Peck of hens
Pulpit of preachers
Lesson of teachers
Smack of bottoms
Perfume of blossoms
Fist of thugs
Bed of bugs
Table of logs
Circle of cogs
Score of musicians
Face of beauticians
Kiss of loves
Peace of doves
Whistling of birds
Conversation of words
Blind of blinkers
Twitch of winkers
Curve of bends
Finale of ends
~~~
Inspired by “An Exaltation of Larks” by James Lipton
Time has its quadrants,
past, future, inside and out,
mapping how we think
Yet the mind drifts across lines
Taking off-ramps into dreams
Fourfold reflections—
reason, desire, memory
with emotion too
Each one hums a soft refrain
angled back towards ourselves
Seasons share one throne—
spring, summer, autumn, winter
each a sovereign reign
yet the wheel's perimeter
pulls the spokes to turn around
Lines divide what's seen
yet center and rim conspire
to keep the wholeness
so the wheel quadrants can spin
around a time-wound axis.
Each day holds four realms—
dawn, morning, afternoon, dusk
daylight in quadrants
in the arc the sun sketches
to divide the problem pie
Beneath these quarters,
a hidden thread is woven—
inner, outer selves
then the collectives we share
in culture, outer systems