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(“Enemy of the State Merit Badge”, 2011, original oil)
In The Morning
In the morning the house smells
Of the sandalwood scented candle
I burned all night
In honor of a slain patriot.
I wake heart still heavy
And it just gets heavier
When the news keeps coming in
Of how much his enemies despised him
And how they gleefully celebrate now.
It’s odd to think of sane people celebrating
The murder of a kind and just and righteous,
And may I say, pure soul.
It just goes to show where their hearts are
And where they are not.
Morning dawns on a new day
As hundreds of millions of Americans wake up
To what is now an openly declared war
Between good and evil, liberty and tyranny.
And somehow it feels like 1775
All over again.
(9/11/25)
This life
Yet again, Trump has been targeted for assassination
it has gotten to the point where one feels sympathy
for this brave man, whose many flaws have become
a bull's for this, I blame the mainstream press
that has relentlessly targeted him for many
court cases that have run into the sand
Looking back to the four years he was president
of the USA, sensible people will agree his reign was
good years for America, keeping inflation down
among other things like his skill as a negotiator
Many of us think the debacle in Ukraine would not
have happened had he been in charge.
Instead, the press has concentrated on the sleazy
paying, a prostitute for her service, a case denied
by him, true or false in the scheme of life of small
interest.
We also notice that holding up a placard depicting
a coconut appears to be racial let me add my wife's
father had a coconut farm in Congo, and found this
racial hysteria is hilarious.
Regarding Israel and Hamas, it appears IDF has
killed three Hamas prisoners, initially they blamed
Hamas but, in the long run, truth finds a way
alas, often, after the indignations have faded
from the front pages.
Meanwhile, what worries me the most, is England
under the leadership of Sir Starmer, is becoming
a place where the white working class, is seen
as the enemy of the state
("Enemy of the State Merit Badge" - #41, 2011, original oil)
The Big Lie
The big lie in American politics today
is that if you’re not supporting Big Government
then you are against the little man.
The corollary of course
is that Big Government works
and is to be trusted
as the source of truth, security and a nation’s well being.
The 20th Century proved that dream a lie.
The political spectrum is simple;
total government on one end,
zero government the other.
This is what defines the true Left and Right,
yet the majority of US haven’t a clue
what zero, let alone small, government even means
haven't a clue they in fact
are almost all left of center
often far left.
The big lie in America today
is that we are a nation divided by politics
when it is simpler than that;
we are a nation of both conservatives and liberals
divided by fear, divided by definitions and desires for liberty,
too many of US having chosen security of the group,
the faceless masses and anonymous civil servants
over our individual freedom and liberty long ago.
The divide is thus within us, a pulling at our own heart,
within our own cognitive dissonance.
We are a nation of little men
indoctrinated by politics
as old as tribal boundaries
to fear the other, to hide behind the Big Man
to celebrate his greatness - as the greatness of the State -
to extoll the beauty of his new transparent clothes
and in our weakness
join with tyranny
in solidarity with our brothers and sisters
to silence those who question the dream,
lynch those who dare to choose,
and forget those who somehow, against all odds,
find their own way.
(10/20/23)
The age-old dream is a nightmare,
that has haunted us far too long,
still it lures in so many souls
with the sweetness of its song.
But beyond the simple melody
a darkness quickly appears,
those who preach of utopia
are the ones we should most fear.
It all starts out pleasant enough,
they want to build the perfect world,
with peace, love, and prosperity,
for every single boy and girl.
But on what defines perfection,
the can never truly agree,
tell them it’s abstract idea,
and they scream out ‘heresy!’
Not that this will stop the push,
they’re convinced that they’re right,
and any who would oppose them,
are an evil and a blight.
First it’s campaigns to convince
that they hold the greatest truth,
then to the schools for targeting
the dumb, impressionable youth.
They think that this will do the job,
but too many reject and dismiss,
then comes all the social pressure,
go along or you’re not ‘with it.’
And when even that doesn’t prevail,
they always turn to government,
use law to force you to agree,
or face a long imprisonment.
This becomes the tipping point,
since government is always force,
yet convinced they’ll bring perfection,
they’ll do what was once abhorred.
Some penalties put you in camps,
doomed to a miserable fate,
no longer do you just ‘disagree,’
you’re now enemy of the state.
It does not take much to see this,
such an endless, brutal trend,
Hitler’s ‘perfect’ Aryan Reich
sent ten million to their end.
And all those workers ‘paradises,’
their purges and class enemies,
Sent a hundred million folk to death,
to build their ‘ideal’ societies.
Even down on the smaller scale,
the same result you will find,
Jamestown, Heaven’s Gate, and Waco;
where people were burned alive.
How many would still be with us,
how many fewer would be dead,
if we could take utopia
and drive it clear out of our heads?
In fact the very word itself,
if you look back on history,
literally translates as ‘no place,’
in the original Greek.
As in no place can ever exist
where mankind lives perfect,
Better is the best we can do
without leaving people wrecked.
Best we keep shouting this truth out
before we all tumble and fall,
We must fear, fear utopia,
or else it will kill us all.
Soap and water are foreign concepts to the lazy
Cleanliness is an enemy of the state
Sleep is easier, more practical than showering
Which requires initiative and power
Lazies barely have the will to live
It is curious how lazies procreate
They don't do naked well
And like the turtle they go slow
And like the rest of us they come to an end
But slower
Parasites grow envious of the idle ones
Lazy people are geniuses at doing nothing
Living off others is a science
There is nothing better than free
Lazy people snore with big fat noses
They don't start wars for obvious reasons
It is hard enough to turn a light switch off
In a perfect world toilet seats stay up
No wives are needed, well, perhaps to buy potato chips
Couch potatoes are kings and need no reason to be kind
It is their job to be seated or reclined
TV's don't watch themselves you know
No schools, no rules, no shootings
Because we would all be lazy too
Because of lazy people fewer people die
They are the ultimate weapon against crime
Fatigue sets in quickly for the idle ones
It is always time to recline for the malingerers
Lazy people are much too busy eating fries
Hamburgers are their best friends
But don't ask cows too many questions
It is the end
Thank God for lazy people
Where would we be without them?
Where would they be without us?
So love the lazy people you can trust
They are always there....in a chair
Don't wake them up
("Enemy of the State Merit Badge", 2011, original oil)
Hate Speech
Outside I’m the same man as ever
A bit older, softer, wider for sure,
Wiser perhaps, but basically
The same cheerful, friendly, outgoing
And compliant guy I’ve always been
Inside my heart has turned to iron
A molten mass pushing outward
With my head a volcano ready to explode
From a world gone wrong, churned and turned upside down
By all the official confabulations to a nation of sheep
At every turn we are bombarded
And everywhere you turn you see the cowed
Driven down into themselves
From class and sex and race wars
To the Wuhan lab virus and January 6th show trials
Everywhere the sadists now
Hold the power smirking with twisted glee
As the Everyman withdraws a little further
From the lies without
To the truth within
Outside you’d never know
How much hatred and ill will I hold
For you sadistic f**ks who have used and abused our trust
War is coming, across the waters, to these very streets
And I just pray an asteroid comes instead
In preemptive strike
To destroy your sacred swamp and save US all
From another phony election and plandemic
Making a new ground zero burn for a new nation to rise
Indivisible with liberty and justice for all
(6/19/24)
for-A Draconian State Poetry Contest-Sponsored by: Sara Jama
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out into the midnight hour i was trudged-
silent eyes watched as i was bludged-
as i sat bloody and bruised-
i listen to what i was accused.
every week a new rule they would create-
with our freedoms removed there was no debate.
i was angry that a government could dictate-
so here iam deemed-as an enemy of the state.
the minds thoughts remained true and sane-
but my body is broken and racked with pain.
inside i still kept a burning flame-
its the strain on society-thats to blame.
what started as ignorance and many lies-
the strings were pulled by a hundred eyes.
to make sure all bowed to the narrative line-
making eyes shut tight-and totally blind.
on the path we carefully must tread-
as we are easy prey-to the misled.
it becomes friend turning on friend-
in this paradise lost-the now trend.
for so long there was complacency-
with the blood strained hands of society.
the rivers waters flowed dark with anxiety-
and we lived with a wide divide and impropriety.
judgements made from pedestals way up high-
In this system-twisted and awry.
if their narrative you dare go against-
they turned to anger-rage-become incensed.
and now i sit in this cell awaiting my fate-
think-after everything ive given to this state.
i now live with a tortured body and mind-
in this place devoid of the sun-and shine.
i do not fear my awaiting pain-
as i have freedom pumping inside my veins.
my heart is true while my body is bound in chains-
so i close my eyes to block the reins-of their shame.
(“Enemy of the State Merit Badge”, 2011, original oil)
A Great Day For Freedom!
Kash is King
And the bells of freedom ring
- Ding dong the witch is dead -
And it’s not just a cyclical regime change
It’s the rare victory of a counter revolution
The collapse of a whole movement
A whole Party which never thought
This day would come.
Freedom! Freedom!
Let it reign, let it ring,
Let it rise and shine
And fly, fly away
Over the rainbow,
Beyond the unicorns (Uniparty)
To the fields of green
Not Green New (shady) Deals
But naturally home grown vibrant ones
Rising from this native soil
- America First Again! -
With the resurrection of spring
And by this spring
Amid the heavy heady vapors of change
The oracle has spoken;
Today Kash is King
And a great day for freedom!
(2/20/25)
I saw the smoke in the trees
But the cold made me freeze
Snow frosted leaves drifted
As if the sky was gifted
I'm not the enemy of the state
But I worry about my fate
On state fair grounds I'm spooked
To the point where I puked
All I have is this growing fear
That this will not be my year
But I'm dancing on my own grave
Needing a bit of a shave
Encased in ice I'm so very cold
But with a brazen phrase I'm still bold
And see I dropped so many hints
That none of this made any sense
I'm not an arsonist but I lit a fire in your heart
That threatened to pull everything apart
But I'm standing with your heart in a box
As mud collects on my socks
I think I slowly forgot the score
But like a masochist I'm back for more
So what do any of you know about me
The pain is what set me free
I saw the smoke in the trees
But the cold made me freeze
I'm not an enemy of the state
But I worried about my fate
I'm just a clueless fool with a Joker's smile
So I came to bask in the shadows for awhile
I'm just a victim of my own morality
Unboxing the sins of your mortality
Boss! Boss! It is balloon!
It is the enemy of the state!
Shoot it down! Ask questions later.
Leave no evidence for the makers.
China says it’s a weather device
A friend. It would never hurt a fly
Or tell a lie or spy or make you cry
If you kill it, it will die
Use nuclear missiles, tomahawks and mistletoe!
Balloons are sensitive to explosions
They love mysteries and can’t keep secrets
If you burst it, it will know.
For goodness sake don’t let it go!
Capture it! Torture it with turtles!
If it doesn't talk feed it to the media
The white object in the sky is dangerous
Take it to the opera
The orchestra will make it sing
It is balloon! It is balloon!
Don’t land on me or hurt my baby!
Or fall on a cow in Montana
Or in the ocean by South Carolina
Don’t wanna hurt no dolphins do ya?