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The Dark Ages

Pain is random
Love, just so if it happens
The wall of your fortress it just might crack down
A Knight in shining armour, pretty girl he's got your back now
Because its not a pretty world let me lay the facts out
Evil men prevail but ill lash out and ill act out.
Let the forces of darkness surround me
Let false acts of kindness be brought down here 
Never bitter toward you let their strenght be in numbers
And ill let mine be in the Lord and when they sleep and slumber
I'll make a way of escape and they won't even know it
The Princess is really the Queen of my dreams under the cloak of the darkness
Now there been a matter of excitement 
go inside the village and you can hear it  dicussed there
you feel this energy of shouts coming from the crowd "God is Deliverence"
He fights my enemys or else i am just a sheep for the slaughter
A bossy spirit resides in the clearing see the chopping block
Every best freind of mine is trying to chop mine off
LIke blocks of herbs and posionous spices
And led that is fed to the unsuspecting victim
Like little pieces of glass mesured out and the plans for her lover  are exucuted percisely
But he hangs on in love and suffers longer
Now i know its sounds horrible coming from an executer 
I pronounce death on you and the ax swings down and the crowd sendsa cheer up
 now back then they didnt call it the city
They all knew it by  the name of " the kings amusment park"
Now come and bite into this apple 
you  test every piece of fruit and the way she is dancing makes you feel awful 
because you know you seen her put the posion in it
Your like oh well God is the king and treat him accordingly
 And i slap it out your hand and tell you, you musnt eat
You foolish man dont you know the king is trying to posion you.
 You are acting like your rank will give you stature
Im like dont even make me mad at you
I just save your life and your demanding an explanations
The kings eyes are like daggers gushing into your heart man
Now listen dont stare the Queen Im trying to help you 
For Your majesty is consumed with thye spirit of jealousy
Now watch and please observe me 
i am not only a knight of the king 
I am Gods servant
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member My Favorite President Is Yet To Be

My favorite President is yet to be
  He may well not go down in history
For he'll do what really needs to be done
  Antagonizing almost everyone under the sun

First he'll fix Social Security; it's running short of cash
  Upping retirement age to 68, a move the 'swamp' will call rash
Then he'll crack down on Medicare/Medicaid fraud and crime
  Infuriating the clout-heavy cheaters in America's medicinal slime

Next he'll free up school choice for the poor, not just the rich
  More vouchers and charter schools: teachers unions will yell and beech 
He'll clean up the ghettos, bust up the gangs, and load up the jails
  Violent felons and their Park Avenue backers will want him impaled

He'll break the stranglehold on free speech and inquiry in universities
  Big-tech CEO's will squirm, when he ends their totalitarian strip-tease
He'll repair the military, building the strongest defense ever
  Daring China and Russia to come get us -- They won't; they're too clever

He'll veto delusionary pork projects which taxpayers can't afford
  Boosting old-fashioned 'capitalism' -- for that he will not be adored
As for climate change, he'll pressure China, India and the other slackers
  To reign in their CO2 abuse, while the world calls him a bully and hacker

Truth is, my favorite President-to-be will probably never get elected
  And if somehow he does, I hope from angry mobs he'll be protected




          ~ Inspired by, but not an entry in L. Milton Hankins'
                        'Your Favorite President Contest' ~
Form: Couplet

Woodbury New Jersey Whetstone 2

brings world word ii gunnery duty 
   as extremely frightful flashback
   which utterly displeases this elderly mortal 
   and such behavior moi aback!
 
Born in this same house 
   on Leona avenue, this oldster doth dwell 
which neighborhood once felt like heaven, 
   but now seems like hell

pet peeves arise with ever more frequency 
   from increased unpleasant encroachments 
   along this very narrow street
   some young hoodlum 

   left trash scattered on property 
   that blew everywhere pell mell
but also parks a slew of cars up and down 
   both sides of this narrow thoroughfare

   blithely co-opting an unused driveway 
   by an elderly lady who lives alone
oh, or a male friend of his 
   who guns the engine of a rosey roadster
 
   at the crack of dawn
   and when confronted blurted out 
   “i gotta do what i gotta do” 
   these complaints, i feel a need 

   (albeit anonymously) 
   this doddering soldier 
   of misfortune doth wish to tell
hoping the police can crack down 
   e’en if they need (billy me) to be idle 
   voicing rebellious yell!
   
address and name withheld on request
on account to avoid getting 
   preyed upon via ruffian's quest
so…please do not misperceive me a pest

but feel grateful (before 
   being dead) to clear me chest
only a concerned citizen kane at best
and a harmless curmudgeon i attest!

Premium Member Valentine's Day 1929

Full-scale warfare precipitates between two factions.
Many men tumble because of these actions.
What really started this thing, I do not know.
Both sides want to control the City of Chicago.

Police crack down on illegal gambling.
They are also after prostitution and bootlegging.
Within the city government, there is corruption and scandal.
It appears there is an excess for them to handle.

As far as citizens like us, things are not too fine.
They are as bad as ever in February 1929.
I heard many shots ringing out downstairs this morning.
A massive bloodbath has taken place without warning.

They say there are seven men lying face down on the floor.
The culpable individuals are not around anymore.
The responsible killers absconded without being seen.
The aftermath of this action is a most horrible scene.
On this Valentine’s Day morning, we are seeing too much red.
Seven members of Bugs Moran’s gang are now dead.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Freedom falling

First Russia fell, a vast land,
Nine time zones, Stalin took command.
Millions of Russians died due to his rule
But Russians don't learn that fact in school.

FDR called him "Uncle Joe,"
Mistook a tyrant for a bro.
Churchill described what he could see—
The Iron Curtain shielding tyranny.

And North Korea - the U.S. let Russia install
a communist regime, let it be Russia's call
Now North Korea has nukes, and missiles too
Makes you wonder if our leaders have a clue.

Then Reds took China - over a billion souls,
Again for freedom the death bell tolls
Millions killed there, the rest indoctrinated
Is endless dictatorship where the world is fated?

Cuba fell to Castro, death squads worked overtime
JFK abandoned freedom fighters, negligence like a crime
Then fell Vietnam, Cambodia,  Laos too
Pol Pot killed over a million, pundits surprised, who knew?

Once Communism takes root, it helps new plants grow
Cuba fought in Angola, had regime change to show
Its secret police help Venezuela reds crack down
I haven't seen protests in any western town.

Then there are the forces of Jihad
Mullahs stifled Iran in the name of God
China and Russia allied with them too
Makes you wonder at the motives of this crew.

Turkey’s strongman crushed dissent, just to begin
His armies took part of Cypress, an easy win
His allies took Syria, its former rulers were quite bad
But under Islamic State, Christians, Druze fates really sad.

In Nigeria, Christians die
Jihadists view them with a jaundiced eye.
And Somalia, hangs by a thread, I fear,
Seems poised to fall within the year.

If friends fall like leaves from a tree
How long can the remaining battered lands stay free?
Form: Lyric


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