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The bald skinny guru is preaching serenity.
I alone
(because of my constantly revved-up synapses
and mugs of Columbian coffee),
can hear the angry kamikaze bee raging in his skull.
Only I see that gory grub work of his grinding teeth
others mistake for a smile.
The studio audience is rapt.
A young women to my right tries to sit in the lotus position
only managing to topple into my lap.
Parts of me are beginning to relax,
but not the warm sensation left over my crotch.
My face reveals nothing but the intent meditative pose
of a holy man.
I am beginning to understand;
this is not a case of fake it until you make it,
it’s a fake forever life we are all leading,
and the skinny guru knows this -
this I believe is his greatest teaching.
FIFA was run by crooks and became the mafia.
They selected the world cup hosts of Qatar and Russia,
but who was corrupt the most, South Africa?
All three countries never qualify but large quantities disguised
in paper envelopes allowed each one to catch the worlds eye.
As host South Korea played Italy and it cannot be denied
that during the match legal acts were wrongly disqualified.
Goals were disallowed and the flags were raised for offside,
I'm not an Italian but even I watched that match horrified!
England's Lampard scored and it was seen by the blind,
but no goal was given with the ball four foot behind the line.
Argentina's Maradona once scored a goal using his hand,
missed by the linesman but seen by thousands in the stands.
There was a disruption that occured with the Brazil squad
on the day of the final against the host nation France.
It doesn't require the intelligence or the wisdom of a God
to recognise France weren't crowned champions by chance.
The current hosts Russia have just beaten Spain,
but can I please ask for someone to explain,
why that clear penalty wasn't awarded
to the visitors in the dying minutes of the game?
A Columbian player headbutting while VAR review,
just a yellow card was given, this law must be new.
Every World Cup there appears a trail of clues
suggesting there's an influence that is out of view.
FIFA officials fixed competitions
and corrupted the beautiful game.
They did it continuously on repetition
until caught and put to shame.
Yet it feels corrupt just the same, I think it will not change while FIFA remains.
3/7/18
A drug crazed world spins on ever faster.
Bodies tumble out of that carousel
never to be seen again.
Once whirling dervishes twirled
now they stagger and fall drunkenly.
Molestation hangs in the air
drooling its perilous lava.
All control is folly,
and yet...
this morning
I sip at a mug of Columbian
one hand to pick up a casino bought fob watch,
I let its fake gold chain run threw my fingers,
feel the weight of the colored glass jewel
set within its case
This simple tactility rests my mind
I am at peace with myself.
if all the lithium cell batteries were to cease
this instant,
I would still have this moment to live within,
the taste of rich coffee and this non-working $10 watch
to treasure.
Through the irresponsible actions by the
Agency known as (c f i a) in Canada, the
U S A is facing the threat of viral transmission by multiple avenues, that should not be at such a level.' Had this agency adhered to 'bona fide science' that
Was in advanced stages at the British Columbian, Ostrich facility run out of Edgewood.' Which included crucial end phase regarding ' the formulation of bio health compatible; medical treatments
Derived from the immunity acheived by the
Disease free flock of resident Ostriches.'
In the repeated denial of independant health checks, regularly called for by all the co-owners of the test facility, which
Was run as a farm based entity.' In the willful slaughter of animals that remained
Disease free.' There is now a ' weak link'
In the bio security of the USA.' Whereas
Up until the sixth of November 2025 there
Was the existence of a fully functioning
Evaluation facility, that had the capacity to
Supply an effective human friendly treatment for various viral ailments.' This uneeded
Predicament needs to be addressed, as
All is not lost owing to the 'eggs of the animals' still being viable in addressing and redressing any unfolding disaster
That may have to be faced? also the killing of the birds trampled on all ethical, considerations many needless acts of crueltey were actioned by the c f i a, as witnessed and
Reported / recorded by numerous people
Attendant.' I can only urge international intervention by unbiased ethical bodies and, the bringing of criminal and treasous actions against all agents and officials involved at whatever level they
Occupied.'
I asked ChatGPT if bad guys create horror scenarios for fun
It replied they did, but details there were none.
It told me that for safety reasons it couldn't give specifics
But this is what it told me, its quite horrific.
Perps have confined victims in prepared rooms
Surrounding them with disturbing objects in the gloom
Recordings are played to instill fear
Must be lots of fun to prepare such atmosphere.
Some bad guys make victims believe they are hunted
What a sense of humor! but their empathy is blunted.
Some cults create alternate reality around a poor soul.
What the victim sees and hears is modified, controlled.
Perps have even pretended to be supernatural beings
Like a stage director, arranging what you're seeing
Convincing the victim the impossible was real
More fun than a reality show, those perps must feel.
The reason I looked this up is that it happened to me
The truth was just too big to convince others to see
Bad guys didn't gaslight me, but they got into my house,
Hit me with drugs through the air, I was like a trapped mouse.
People have told me the motives don't make sense
Bad guys just want money, my story was too intense
But if you're open minded, try Google, not ChatGPT.
You can see motives beside money, evil mimics insanity.
Though in my case, I say the bad guys have a breakthrough
Drugs through the air, is remarkable if true.
But you can google "Devil's Breath", Columbian tourists caught.
Drugs blown at victims, might give you food for thought.
Anti-Poem — “Snaking It To Venice”
(Poet’s Instruction: Play “The End” by the Doors loudly, while reading this anti-poem)
it’s you and me baby inside this gliding duster
this ’74 green plymouth cruising machine blasting
spit fire and gasoline grenades into the LA sun
snaking it to venice on the santa monica freeway
passing pillsbury billboards and green verdigris
doors music playing loudly on the duster radio dial
taking us past the santa monica civic auditorium
our rock pleasure palace under the ocean stars
fronted by the six high dudes straight as spears—
pylons of steel drum solos and marijuana memories
standing upward like skinny giants waiting to eat
hippie dudes and the bongo kings stand out front
polka-dotted chicks smile and pass running joints
we’re riding the snake babe riding on main street
looking for the rock gods behind beaming glass walls
looking to hear boogie music with the mind jive girls
the van chicks craving a bong hit of columbian gold
looking to groove on organ sonics that weaken you
kidnap you with handcuffs for a ransom of lost time
now jim morrison shimmies into view with a beer
the boys play the end again in 1967 with amps blaring
the vox organ humming out electric mind lacerations
as Ray Manzarek sits upright again on the melting stage
dig it baby, dig it there are no tomorrows no endings
it’s just you and me baby snaking it to venice beach
passing the dream palaces lit up with phosphorescence
the sun pole-dancing there doing the cosmic bend-over
the ’74 duster blasting spitfire and gasoline grenades
Strolling in dreamy Ipanema!
Our long, planned, dream trip came true.
Stiil in wrapped in beads of love to forever be!
Angelic fantasia, bronzed, Columbian you.
We angels, in love, though decades have passed!
Looking into the azure sky, I turn to touch you.
Wondering which Brazilian cloud has room!
For us...the hot blooded-two!
Times when you are callled away know my fidelity
Longing for you each minute, each hour, each day.
Confident, that I, your obedient monarch butterfly
Will always be by your side, for an eternally stay!
Whether here or anywhere, always in wonder I stand.
Intoxicated and I am desparately in love with you.
And with you alone,I am your tropical ,
You, my Adonis of a man~ black hair,eyes ofazure blure!
1/1/2024 12 AM
To the layman’s unlearned eye,
Parliment is just another cigarette
To I, the educated expert its an extension
Its a bayonet with the mouth of a
cannon
A filter’s recession made with such
adaptive intention
Dab the divot in the pile of Columbian snow
Raise it like a glass to any curious biff
Just a sniff, a bumpskie, a twitch of the nose
Fireworks in the membrane and off they go
Under the cloud of cigarette smoke, the expert walks
a road of elation for eight minutes or so
Those days have been behind me for a number of years
and no matter how often i say cocaine is an unremarkable drug
As I was a conisseur of hypnotics and downers
the memories of explosive speed and dread and fear
Yet some are so comforting, when I see a Parliment
my eye allows the escape of one yearning tear