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Tell me what you saw, he demands
Of his -guilty?-
Client
And the client
Sqirms,
Flashback.
Horrified.
Terrified.
Distraught.
Distracted.
Shocked.
Shell shocked.
Dumbed and numbed.
Dumfounded.
Depleted.
Disheveled.
Disconcerted.
Deluded.
Denuded.
Dead.
Simultaneously.
Tell me what you saw,
He demanded...
It's not actually
What
He saw, it
Was
What he felt.
He felt everything.
Every powerful painful destructive
Emotion...
You see, the Lincoln lawyer would not demand
Of me
Tell me what you saw.
Tell me what you heard,
He'd ask,
When you answered the phone Joseph...
As wet tears drip...
Well, I looked at the phone ring,
First time,
And didn't answer.
I was in year 10 dance, you see, sir,
And, and
When I saw the call from Eve,
At 11.26,
I h...
Didn't answer...
Must be a butt call,
I thought,
You see..
But when it rang again, sir,
I amswered,
Before the class of innocent, unsuspecting
Young girls...
They,
Must have witnessed
My ...
Degradation,
Yes,
That's the word,
As I, sir,
As I,
Heard Sarah speak,
Four short
And utterly
Deadly words...
I'm sorry, mister lawyer sir,
I can't repeat them
I
Can only hear them
In my head,
But not
Pronounce
them...
Anyhow,
All the stuff
The guy feels in this episode,
Episode 5,
The Lincoln lawyer,
I did too.
He,
However,
Was only playing.
What if there were aliens making plans to invade and destroy planet earth? Perhaps they would rethink their strategy and observe what's coming to birth.
Perhaps they would of necessity downsize their war budget and fighting armory. From miles away they would watch our world self-destruct and bath in disharmony.
Would they marvel at the self-destruction of such a once masterful paradise? Would they wonder in utter confusion about how we dumbed down, dismissing the wise? Would they take second thoughts about defeating us after calculating such waste? The waste of resources; the waste of brotherly love; the waste of God's trust in us?
If they could cry, would they not weep for our lust for pleasure, for power, for money? If they could 'feel', would they alter their invasion plans and find a way to help us heal?
I cannot speak for aliens, but if they exist, I think that when they see all that we have squandered, mismanaged, and taken for granted; and when they hear with their own ears our hate-filled war-cries of self-destruction, they would cry rivers and oceans of tears.
081420PS
Part of being young
Is a belief in the power of hope
Part of growing up
Is the realization that hope
Has nothing to do with actual life.
Like Yoda said, you either do or don’t do
There is no try, as there is no hope.
This is just part of growing up, but
Some of us have been dumbed down
So our growth has been slowed
And so our idealism lasts well into adulthood.
It takes a combination
Of high hope and low IQ
To support communism, you know,
The political and economic philosophy
The depends on other people’s money.
Its supporters are usually divided into two groups;
The poor without much to lose and lots to gain
(Or so they hope)
And the elite who know wealth concentrates at the top
No matter what economic system is followed.
Low IQ is essential,
And sadly also accompanies being poor,
Because the actual result of communism
Is just more poverty and less freedom.
All around the lessons of history are clear
And yet all around its students put on blinders
Hoping, against all odds, with their stunted IQ
That this time they will get it right.
(8/20/26)
This world came into being without these ladies and gentlemen consent.So the
Global Village in relation to all nations.As floating avenue to interact with each other made comfort the system of online any time,anywhere to reach.Text messages and e-mails set to keep the occupants alway awaked.Still,this media
found a dumbed like Dead Sea without any emotions to express.The emojis born out of minds of a few and to let walk over the air to make sense in the form of a silent language to make people primarily to smile,a blessed sense reserved only to human of all lives and to walk the talk “Silence is golden”.
Peaceful planet is no more
Chaos created by lovers of power, greed & war
Depopulation is the elitist's plan
Brutal monsters disguised as man
Society has been dumbed down
Through education , propaganda & TV
Law officers have lost their authority
As lunatics rule protected from persecution for deeds of insanity
Vicious convicts receive light sentences
While their victim's reputations are destroyed
Illegal immigrants are given jobs and housing
While our vets go homeless and unemployed
Whistle Blowers are targeted and the evil-doers murder some
Aided by their puppets for a large amount of mon'
Pedophiles rings are organized in all branches of society
Shielded by The One World Order with hearts full of vulgarity
Food, water & air are poisoned to decrease the populace
And you ask me why I'm angry
You tell me stop the fuss
Hell is on the fast track engaged in demonic activity
As those in power keep the sheep distracted from truth & reality
Prison Planet is not a myth
Not at all just in my head
And if we don't take a stand soon
To Fema Camps we will be led
Reflections by Joan May Donnelly Ellis AUG. 22 2014
Or flag has turned upside down
In distress our nation's found
A one world order at liberties loss
Forgotten the soldiers that paid our freedoms cost
Burning parchments from the past
That held the wisdom of our founding fathers path
In God we trust has been forgot
Something must change
This has to stop
Warriors treated as criminals, cons
And terrorist talked to like leaders, Gods
Our Presidents a cowardly man
Eloquently twisting what is truth and forcing his demands
Executive orders
With all disregard
Brutally welding power against
The constitution and people he swore to protect
Given chance after chance to prove
His good intent and heart
Your all soon to be imprisoned and disarmed
Brainwashed armies
Forced to follow
Obeying orders
To kill the innocents
And fellow Americans
Out of control our National debt
It's time to stand
For what is left
Propaganda all around
Purposely staged to cause chaos and confound
Leaving our people in fear and dumbed down
Slowly they sell America's shores
Someday the enemy will come to collect
At our children's doors
Pushing hatred
We must make hast
Not falling for a disillusioned war
Between each race
Listen friends
Look the liars in the face
They wait, like a thief in the night
To inflict marshal law
For control of our life
Destruction and injustice for all
With honor we must answer the call
Clip the beasts talons
Cripple the demon, relinquishing its claws
Hinder the heathens
That desires to watch
America's fall.
Form:
Sleep still ain't shhtt
It's like my eyes n brain js quit
Maybe it helps sometimes..a bit
But my very own reality is soooo much more than legit.
If I never had to sleep,
I swear I'd stay running in circles
Kuz, honestly
I dnt see the point in any of thiss
Every single fkin person on this planet
Is fabricated from 100% plastic
I know u think I'm being a lil drastic
Or dramatic
But I'm no half wit
You couldn't understand tha half of it
You'd be too extra with all of your calculus
But to be honest..
all ya gotta do is put a tiny flame to their skin
Watch them crawl and twitch n triple blink in tha fastest second u could ever pretend to think
People heard the phrase knowledge is power
But tha issue is most are too lazy to truly devour
all of that information that they encounter
js by clicking some buttons into their browser
Unfortunately that laziness kicks in when their brain feels a tingle
And they skim thru the pages, only looking
None of it ever sinking in
Dumbed down..held back
Not even close to being able to
Completely interact
On the level our brains should be at
SHE SAW THE END OF THE STORY
SHE SKIPPED AHEAD TO FINDOUT
WHAT HER DEAR HUSBAND WOULD
SHE TOLD A FREIND SHE DIDN'T
WANT TO BE SUPRISED ABOUT
ANYTHING THAT HER HUSBAND
COULD, WOULD OR HAD SAID.
SHE THOUGHT WE WOULD
THINK THAT IT WAS CUTE, WE DID
KINDA, BUT IT WAS THE " HAM-ACT
OF MEAGER", WE DIDN'T WANT TO
GET INVOLVED
WITH COMPLICATED THINGS THAT
HAD BEEN SIMPLIFIED BEFOE WE
WERE EVEN BORN. OFTEN THESE THINGS
WHICH ARE MORE COMPLICATED ALLOW
PEOPLE TO CREATE TRUST AND BROTHER
AND SISTERHOODS THAT CAUSES OUTSIDERS
GREIF, DUE TO THE FACT OF THEIR
NAIVENESS. tHE SHADOW SHALL
ACCOMPANY THE STRANGER,
YET WHO SHALL SPEAK TO THE FACT
THAT HE IS NEITHER STRANGE OR
BEING LOOKED AT AS A PERSON
SOMEONE WOULD WANT AS FREIND.
YET TO TRUST HIM MIGHT MAKE THOSE
WHO WISH TO HAVE
WHAT HE WISHES AND WANT, MORE
ATTRACTIVE
THAN HIM. WHY DOES HIS
BROTHERS AND SISTERS
WISH HIM TO BE ALONE AND STRANGE?
mIGHT THE HUNGERY WOLVES OF NIGHT
HOWL TO WARN THE SHEEP, OR
THAN SHALL THE FOXES TELL THE HENS
THE TIMES HE IS COMING, OR MIGHT THE
ROOSTER TELL THE HEN TO BE WHERE
THE FEED IS SO THAT THE FOX MIGHT
MEET HER THEIR. WHY THAN IS THE ROOSTER
STRANGE AGAINST THE HEN? aND WHY ARE THESE
HUNGRY WOLVES DUMBED OR DUMB ENOUGH TO
SPITE THEIR OWN EXSISTANCE
TO WARN THEIR PREY OF THEIR COMING.
A MEASURE OF HIS IMPORTANCE
THEY SINGLED OUT THE DIFFERANCES
THEY CAUSED THEM TO BICKER
THEY UNDERMINED EACH AND EVERY DREAM
THEY PREACHED WICKNESS AND VILENESS
TO CAUE THE WOMAN TO HATE
THEN SHE CHOSE HER LOVER
WITHOUT WORDS OR DEBATE
SHE REVEALED TO THE WORLD
HER HATRED FOR THE OTHER MAN
SHE SPOKE AGAINST HIS TO MAKE OTHERS HATE HIM
THEN MIGHT THEY UNDERSTAND
HIM TO STUPID TO KNOW
HIM DUMBED FOR IT TO SEEM FAIR
THAT WORD'S WOULD NEVER HAVE MEANING
AND SO HE WOULD REFUSE TO CARE
"CAST THE FLOWER TO HIS FEET, CURSE HIM FOR BEING AS DUMB. SPIT IN HIS FACE WHEN HE'S RIGHT! AND LOVE HIM WHEN HE'S WRONG, YET I SPEAK HE AS HIS SATAN, TO TROUBLE HIS WORLD AND STAIN, THE CLOTHES OF HIS GARMENT SHALL BE UNCLEAN, AND HER'S SHALL BE CLEANSED WITH OUT A STAIN!"
WORDS OF LADY MUSISIA, THE SATAN IN THE LOVER'S LIFE
I couldn’t help myself, peeking through the trees
at the white, glowing moon. It seemed so close,
so far away, meant for a gothic grace - the swish
of an antique gown, nearly floating in the midst.
Two trees held the moon between them; squeezed it
exquisitely, beautifully, tenderly. I’m caught in the light
of the luminous lanterns seeking respite, surrendered
to waning twilight. A twinkle in my steadfast soul.
Must I lose; I might linger, with my iPhone to control
the soulful image - what I will make of it. My backyard,
the trees thrill me, move me into the presence of God.
A scintillation of Eden, dumbed-down for dust-to-dust.
What spectacle of glory will we one day see; our lens
in eternity? Will we soak up color choices that stretch
forth one after the other? We can only imagine;
we can’t even imagine! I turn the moon off; step inside.