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It took up well, but's firmly plunging south
A million starts, yet hardly any ends
Self-interest at the core, with foul mouth
And very few, if any, real friends
Good deeds, I barely count any
To benefit all those while in need
Oh, yeah, he terminated penny
And those who donated he has freed
The "ego" dwarfing larger state of Texas
While, sadly, arrogance, it's bursting at the seams
Deflecting questions to White House "Alexa"
Pursuing legacy is goal, as it seems
Be center of attention everywhere
Is good for one but not for all of us
He'll cut you off on TV "Town Square"
And call you stupid on demand he wouldn't discuss
When "I" replaces whole nation
It's very selfish, wouldn't you agree?
Each spoken word must rhyme with "ovation"
It's always "me me me" instead of "we we we"
August 24, 2026
Wise guys want to sit and criticise
crying with laughter as tears fill eyes
you wise guys ain't nice, hear my advice,
try applying your mind like I do mine
put downs allow your insecurities to shine
through bright and true putting on show
that what makes your embarrassment grow,
a sighted map through a crow seeing all below
is low intelligence in abundance and spent
or dumb with many brain cells redundant,
absent minds can’t confront perspective truth
they subjectively select and interpret for use
twisting facts, let the fool loose, laughter ensues
these ways they wouldn't want laughs from you
this their insecurities on show, the clues,
hanging mentally passive while flaccid is erected
signs of a mind when you’ve mashed and wrecked it.
Sick deflecting specs like a mirror
get it out of your direction in fear
but those specs stop it deflecting clear
and you appear inferior and
I feel for you defective,
no one’s perfect
but on closer inspection
there’s a detected pathetic projecting
as you serve hurt unreserved
so the dirt that lurks in you is deserved and well perched
to pick apart words and poke but it’s your way to cope
with not being dope
it’s what you are, a dope
that mocks and jokes while toking smoke.
Thinking clear? No my dear,
golly that’s the thought of a wally thick yet jolly
as thc contaminates and loony cells break free
clouding reality,
as you gaze in a daze at the haze
it metaphors your sanity,
so I’m amazed yet amused
as you choose to abuse your mind in bliss,
I quit smoking cannabis,
it’s something I can’t say I miss
cus as you sit and take the piss
it’s more than clear your mind's in a mist
The path that's walked by narcissists is one they think we've missed,
it delivers them from hardship and gifts a life of bliss.
They learned through truth they're vulnerable, so truth they wont admit,
without the fear life's wonderful and they think that they've nailed it.
Protection undetectable so they fully commit,
they wont be made a spectacle up high on the summit.
They start deflecting blame making others the suspect,
and lie in vain to make it seem that they are just perfect.
Excuses become their weapon and diverting attention,
they put the blame on anyone who they can make look dumb.
They use their words as evidence lying ways are blunt,
glowing with a confidence assured they're intelligent.
Relying on delusion they shape reality,
but people see delusion and question sanity.
People start to cotton on to what they are doing,
and they will say you've got it wrong as they lie about lying.
They've a clear transparency, we all know what's happening,
they continue like a tragedy, they wont admit a thing.
Standing their ground long enough, until you stop asking,
when they believe they've mastered bluffs, carving out a win.
The fear is still irrelevant, unchallenged like a king,
ignoring all the evidence in what the people think.
They think they control reputations, pulling on the strings,
their cold use of manipulation, their power clearly shrinks.
By now they feel entitled and believe they're bulletproof,
blind to all their rivals, those people that they've used.
Surprised when you challenge them, left angry and confused,
they rise enraged but powerless desperate to abuse.
Revealing all their cowardice, there's nothing they can do,
exposing their empowered lust, as all they had they lose.
This is how the Empath destroys the Narcissist,
they may seem conned but they have grasped exactly what exists.
Thinking that your rightful place was wearing the crown,
but you chose dishonesty and it all came tumbling down.
What a strange thing to compare yourself to.
Something that slips from water to land
tastes the sun, slipping into the muddy dark again.
What a strange comparison
woman and reptile
warm and
cold-blooded.
Things that carefully harbor their eggs
let the sun run a hand of life over their hearts.
Lead them to the backwaters so they can grow into their shells, then fend for themselves.
Woman and reptile
deflecting the man jaws of living.
Retreating, then snapping a wary eye on the dark beak of life.
A favorite backwoods pond rimmed with Faries and such.
A favorite log to rest upon.
(me?)
Then what, a shadow comes along, then plunk-plink again.
Leaving purple ripples around these hungry hearts.
Shucking Evil In Favor Of Good...
(courtesy of tasseled colonel corny maise aye aire)
Challenge more difficult than threading
camel thru eye of needle, hence catchy title
scotched, and I aim to endeavor and steer
away from task surpassing
defying gravity clear,
nonetheless (sorry), I still hotly air
glomming pablum attesting ill
success while sitting
in this wooden hard backed chair
oft times a means to leap bajillion
miles, cuz yours truly doth despair
one composite primate being forged care
fully vis a vis from carbon based life
je ne sais quoi essence Earthenware
composed, whether flora or fauna,
one species, sans latter, whose fanfare
of self importance don, trumpet
white out blinding search lights glare
ring essentially making grist for mockery,
parody travesty, etc shady spectacle
buzzfeeding nothing of pinterest to hear
blabbering blaring blather most teeny
tiny in utero homunculus hazardous heir
to the porcelain throne
faulty genes impair
ability to reign reduced
to basket of deplorable
what, particularly as
one benighted longhair
pencil necked geek refused treatment,
(cuz preexisting condition) by medicare
not covered, thus accursed
imp of the pervert
resigned to toss in hat
unsuspecting nightmare,
and run for political office
touting offering nuclear
weapon to every man,
woman and child
additionally larding couture
to design outerwear
housing protective
missile deflecting capacity,
which article designed by
Penn students, yes a bit
elaborate what with
doodads, thingymajigs,
and whatchamacallits
they (especially Eden)
did amazingly overengineer,
but, what the hey, now
the prophesied armageddon
answered courtesy
oven entrepreneurial pair
two peas in a pod, which
success stories ain't *****,
where Ivy League University
flush with funds to bolster
any promising idea, yea
even full body pod suited rainwear.
Lord, you have shown me there could possibly be.
Unseen Spirits that can be influencing me.
These spirits can affect, my family members too.
There’s victory in you, Jesus, so I come to you.
In Joel 2:32, you said: “whosoever calls on your name!”
You would deliver, or rescue, that promise, I now claim.
Lord, it is your promise, so I know that it’s true.
No matter the spirit, it must yield to you.
Father, please do this for me, it's something I cannot do.
Heal my heart and my mind, so I can become new.
I come to you, Lord, running because you’re my strong tower.
Make me strong spiritually, through your mighty power.
Dress me in your Armor, against all of Satan’s schemes.
Protect and guide me through things, seen and unseen.
Place your belt of truth, Lord, firmly around my waist.
Secure your Breastplate of righteousness in its right place.
Fit me with shoes of readiness, through your Gospel of peace.
Cause all anxiety and depression in me finally to cease.
Give me your shield of Faith, Lord, deflecting flaming arrows away.
The ones of doubt, about your word and the ones that Satan says.
Teach me how to use your sword, by daily speaking your word.
As our Jesus taught his Disciples, it’s not just read, it is heard.
Let my head, Lord, be covered, by the helmet of your Salvation.
I request this, Father, as your child, one of your creation.
Please remind me, when I forget, that I should pray at all times.
So, you can bring healing, and cleanse, the dirt in my mind.
Father, I believe you have heard me, and I now make this claim.
“I DECLARE THAT ME AND MY HOUSE ARE SET FREE NOW, IN JESUS’S NAME!”
I'm truly sorry for those who died.
From that cheeky little FauchXi virus.
And those demonized for deflecting
the virgin big pharma prick.
I'm embarrassed to say that I thrived.
During the height of the lockdown madness.
Didn't mind wearing a diaper on my face.
I've always been a plain Jane.
It's all about the eyes anyways...or so they say-
I enjoyed the unclogged commutes.
The rock star parking.
Thinner lines at the five and dime...
Six feet of personal space at all times...
The downside was I caught the FaucXi virus... twice.
The first time was a breeze-
I got a little cocky and careless.
The second time was much more vicious.
Lost my sense of smell and taste.
I'm quickly out of breath.
As my lungs were laid to waste!
Now, the texture and color of food are paramount.
Maskless faces appear plastic now...
Some people still mask their scars.
Fear along with jealousy and greed
are the hardest things to glean...from really living.
I await,
sweet soul sister
'pon summer's day in a sunny city in America
native-born is she, sweet sister of mine
soulful big eyes so kind
an angelic face and cheeks of fuchsia
Rose the name should’ve given
turn red when we played chase
laughing aloud as we ran about our place, our home
radiance she owned, a climbing hybrid
innocence and a joyful smile
she was a stunning flower, unassuming
blooming in all her glory
the beautiful child that I once knew
this I kept inside all the while
to some who grow up in a hurry
a life took that turn tout de suite
free-spirit metamorphosing
when the thorns grew prickly, protecting itself
the crimson rose if plucked shall bleed
on a journey cataclysmic, tabula rasa
a seed, ill-natured unforeseen
nature vs nurture which one should I believe?
chilling vibrations keep on and on, running down my spine
I try forgetting you, as I pray for a way
your unholy decline became the wind of change
whilst an open path gifted unexpectedly
we spoke of the recent death of our father
as we caught up, an abrupt feeling left me
deflecting my life; a total mockery
transcending joy and pain
time heals they say that grief will lessen
It’s such a shame I’ve chosen to hold aloof
yet time won’t let me rest
although my heart bellows it’s best
my strength for this bereavement
diminishing, what’s left of you a catacomb,
a shrine buried in my subconscious
I try to put at ease these cries for help
or are the cries Jesus telling me
there is no real solution
you are one of a kind, an exception
you must want Jesus too
until then, with open arms
I will always be here for you
may you be safe, free from harm
remember me, sweet soul sister of mine
Sword brashly drawn from scabbard
Gilded blade with a lucent polish lathered
Burnished to reflect the availing light on each side gathered
Conversely, deflecting the pious streams pharisaically blathered
Weapon-grade mind steeled to cut through the broad discourse
Sharp point piercing each tangled, silken strand; puncturing each uncorroborated source
Serrated edges slashing through the syntactical pulp so coarse
Double-edged blade mincing then scoring lexicon that generational divide did divorce
Vaunted crest advertising noble intentions
Brittle helmet to repel callous, vain repetitions
Dense breast plate to ensnare all heartless pretensions
Luminescent shield to deflect all trite inventions
These vast plains of steadfast savannahs
Haunt me joyfully with the silent hissing tune
Of the setting sun, smiling at the
Sashaying clouds of low skies, and ogling select woods.
The earth is brown here (snuff-brown, I insist),
And with the courage of humble humus soil
Into whose fecund wombs the fattest disciples of yam —
Each tuber a testimony to nutritious creation —are nursed.
Need I guess correctly the mating time of sorghum — in the rains
Or in droughts?
Millets keep decent trysts with their kind,
Aping the pullulation of scattered corn, tomatoes and cactus,
And peripatetic weeds, and all other refractory modules of tillage.
Anointing breeze is wafted by the league of seasons,
The illustration of grazing cattle, and singed
Hirsute peaks of knolls near totems hoisted by
Ancestral masters —on foot and on teething caravans.
The pasture, gold-trimmed, reaches the edge of the world,
And glitters with the power of mirage.
Within you, you belabour the point of nostalgia for mind’s
Aging peace fluttering in the distance, a faint, glistening ray greasing
The elbows of noontime.
Large, mourning boulders jilted by jealous streams serve as tour guides,
Deflecting pirouetting spectrums that harass the eyes as you ascend northwards . . . .
Welcome, Rover!
This is Northern Nigeria,
The foothill of God.