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Dirty Black Love
Written By: D. Collins 2/19/15
Dirty black love is all that Obama gets.
A regression to oppression from all his hypocrites.
Just know dirty black love will never get to me.
Because, I'm a child of God, no matter what they may see.
I am the man my God intended me to be.
Showing love to those who have hate for me.
What we do in return cannot be discussed.
Just know that dirty black love really bothers us.
What I see on Fox 5, makes me take a second breath.
Knowing how many show signs of being Confederates.
Dirty black love is how it has always been.
But, that doesn't mean we have to bow down to them.
The U.S.A is still "Confederate and Union"! In order for "The United States OF America " to obtain ,and maintain "DEMOCRACY" AND not be "Confederate or Union", like in the 1800's! The Sequester needs "To Be" "PhiliBusted" and "The Philibuster needs to be Sequestered"!This poem gives a "Rhyming Message"! The philibuster needs to be sequestered! The sequester needs to be philibustered! DEMOCRACY ITSELF NEEDS TO BE PROTECTED FROM COMMIUISM,HATE AND RACISM,THAT THE CONFEDERATES USE TO "DIVIDE THE AMERICAN PEOPLE WHO ARE RED,YELLOW,BROWN,BLACK,AND WHITE! RACISM IS "WRONG" AND CAN NEVER BE "RIGHT"! RACISM IS A "MENTAL ILLINESS FOR REAL"! IT IS NOT OF "THE LIVING GOD !" HATRED IS OF THE DEVIL HIMSELF"! This message is to help "Democracy to maintain "ITSELF" ,AND ALWAYS BE PROTECTED FROM " THE PHILIBUSTER,AND THE SEQUESTER! HERE IT IS; SEQUEST THE PHILIBUSTER. PHILIBUST THE SEQUESTER;AND THAT IS A GOOD MESSAGE! DEMOCRACY MIGHT REMAIN "PROTECTED" AS WE PHILIBUST ANY SEQUESTER OR SEQUESTER ANY PHILIBUSTER! COMMIUISM IS A DEAD DEAL! THE CONFERDERATE ARMIES,AND UNIONS ARE DEAD! DEMOCRACY IS STILL ALIVE AND THE CONFEDERATE ARMY MUST DIE BECAUSE IT SUPPORTED SLAVERY AND IT MUST DIE! THAT IS WHY DEMOCRACY IS STILL ALIVE! RACISM IS A CRIMINALLY LEARNED OR TAUGHT "MENTAL ILLNESS"! IT SHOULD BE ELIMINATED FROM CONGRESS AND THE SENATE!
Where is my brother?
Did he decide to fight for Missouri
Or did he go to the side of the traitors?
It is a glorious day but a sad one
Sure there is victory but at what cost?
I can barely stand. My shoes are in shreds.
It is cold and muddy, and I want to sleep.
Others are pretending they care about this victory.
I don’t. I just want to know when I come over the next hill
Am I in danger of shooting my own brother? My cousin?
My best friend? No idea which side they are on,
Or even if they still live.
Another soldier catches my eye. He rolls his.
We both laugh
Even though there is nothing
To laugh about.
This war is killing us all
C A U S A T I O N vs. D E T E R M I N I S M
Choices form towards our preordained trajectory
Decision built bricks stack factors progressively
Circumstancial pegs compile in accord to faculty
Dogmas of downtrodden clogged with profanity
Circles run rings around predictions, an equator
Divides same from same in symmetrical centre
Cogs who push their neighbours never blame us
Duration in environ expidited by wheel's impetus
Certainty occurs, journey obscured from turning
Decorum's shield prohibits peripheral discerning
Contingent coddles confederates, cave sedation
Dictated picture is droll pattern of premeditation
Character patter converses with class conducive
Dialogue delays, latitudinal liberal splay spruking
Concious diverges in a dual carriageway purview
Deliberation channels hairpin 's curve impromptu
14th February
Fortitude Breaks
Causation Chains
Leaf dies in air
Trees going bare
Death stalks the woods
Of those athletically good
Sweating summer heat
In games where they compete
Never do they cheat
Being honest and true
Acting cool
Laughing fools
Champions determined
Life lessons learning
Decision final and confirmed
Hardware issue no longer a concern
Northern success exposed
Confederates propose
Move inside
Red lights will guide
Scores made
Making the grade
Finally, a trade
Check signed, saying paid
Shutting mouth
Going south
Community warm
Staying in University dorm
Will make this undergraduate program a winner
Before the all-inclusive meal plan dinner
Then off to the library and study
Learn how to make, investment money
Earning a degree, that is what is funny
Since making field goals really wasn’t a realistic thing
Along with not being able to sing
But books in print
Will hint
Proper direction
After securing academic protection
I walked into Dad's study and looked around
A wooden bull with ivory tusks stood its ground
a German Bayonet lay before lines of books, and
On the wall was an olde map of the holy land
Behind a schooner with three proud masts,
Lay volumes of worlds, of futures and pasts—
Palestine before the Hebrews, a Rhodesia Guide
Three Deserts, by Jarvis, hard to lift, I tried.
The Golden Bough and The Struggle for Greece
The Revolt of the Masses, The Golden Fleece
The Lost Possessions of England, Leviathan
The Firmament of Time, and Darwin's Descent of Man
Stonehenge, The Heathens, The 30 years war
Each topic a window, each book a door
An Enquiry Concerning Human Understanding, then On Tyranny
The Wealth of Nations, Jewish Confederates, A Goodly Tree,
The Medieval Village, Capitalism and the Jews
Fred Bastiat, Thomas Sowell, Dad had free market views
Texts of Geography, that was his trade
Shelf by shelf, in a proud parade.
I can't put my finger on why, I feel a sad chord
For knowledge should be its own reward
On much of this knowledge the world turned the page—
His room remains—his shrine, his stage.
Coercive Persuasion, On Aggression — much more to the list,
And framed on the wall, the lives that persist:
There's how Mom used to be, full of interests, just like him
I step into those hard streets; the world starts to spin.
Written By: D. Collins 6/4/24
Please wake up and open your eyes.
To a man my age abortion doesn't apply.
Confederates outlawed it because they lost the war.
The sons they lost somehow had to be restored.
Young People, are you listening? It's directed at you.
You're right back in it, so it ain't nothing new.
They will chomp at the bit until nothing is left.
Through the "YouTube" phase the whole lot of you slept.
You won't know it until you have lost your vote.
Which is on the agenda of the Supreme Court.
Young People, pay attention, it is in the mix.
Get out and handle your business on November 5th.
They pretend that they all follow Jesus
from their necks, hang gold crosses from chains
But their bastardized form of religion
is a poison that runs through their veins
Their own version is hateful and angry
fearing all that they don’t understand
So they seek to remain in a bubble
isolated from all that they’ve banned
Each accusal is simply a cover
for the crimes that they daily commit
Every time that they wish to blame others
it turns out it’s a true MAGA fit
All their lies are a constant diversion
from the fear that they feel deep inside
Be it gender, religion or color
they choose bigoted hate as their guide
There’s a fight that’s been brewing for decades
it’s a coup to be framed as a steal
Because MAGA are reborn Confederates
and they never will change how they feel
Third Reign:
Her feeding heart and cold command
Enough to make you quit your band
Well, there’s only so much frostbite one can take
You’ve heard her bitter orders before
To leave your sandals outside her door
And go skating on the Ice Queen’s lonely lake
I’d save all my lovin’ for you
If only I knew what you would do:
Let me loose or condemn me at your frozen stake
I’d be a martyr if I could
And stand where the burning saints have stood
On the altar of wood by the Ice Queen’s lonely lake
It’s like a prison in this room
With the cigarettes and hot perfume
Something’s got to thaw out our mistakes
But I feel like a fish in a waterfall
One of these days, I’ll sprout legs and crawl
Away from the banks of the Ice Queen’s lonely lake
We’ve been up all night on this powdery binge
I can still smell the lust that the wind drags in
It’s the only habit I’ve got that’s worthy to break
We could check into rehab and seal the deal
And feel what the super-celebrities feel
Or turn the wheel straight into the Ice Queen’s lonely lake
Her reindeer are bridled; her peasants are gauche
They are starving in line: she offers brioche
But winning their naïve trust is a piece of cake
They’d float to Alaska to polish her nails
Come back bloodied and tied to her sails
Back from a crusade on the Ice Queen’s lonely lake
The bar of demarcation is set
Once etched in the earth, it’s hard to forget
So stand where the poor young Confederates once did shake
When our scorched-earth policies have failed
And your Mason-Dixon address gets no mail,
Just surrender yourself to the Ice Queen’s lonely lake
From Sierra Madre to Branson, Missouri
A blizzard is coming, she’s showing her fury
to you – this is no false alarm, no fake;
Like the perfect conquest of the abortion pill,
like the simple saga of Jack and J---,
It’s a cold moment till the Ice Queen’s lonely lake.
hunting the Rue Saint-Honoré
leaves me no breath
when women brawl for fashion
with warrants of gold
we become lions
every eye looks
taking hunter's aim
in piteous chase
the hares we hunt
are the new, the hot, the exclusive
not the lower marked
cry havoc
for animals heave fewer groans
only wars, revolt and poisons
attend more frightful chaos
one could come to hurt
but fault no villains
that is not our hunting language
we are confederates in chase
seeking the swaggers of success
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