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Saturday, December 21 Military Time 2319
(According to website:
https://earthsky.org/astronomy-
essentials/everything-you-need-
to-know-december-solstice.)
Hark the herald angels sing
yea, only one hundred ten days,
I started counting until spring
as proclaimed courtesy
yours truly, a fellow Earthling.
Mine tolerance to endure
brutally cold weather quite plain
decreases in direct proportion
as orbitz around El Sol increase,
hence subsequent heft to weather
old man winter doth wane,
no matter majority mein kampf birthdays
lived hashtagged Southeastern
Montgomery, Pennsylvanian.
Climate change slated
to ratchet up temperatures,
thus quaint Currier
and Ives existence dated,
whereby relics portraying
old man winter curated
within (ironically enough)
climate controlled and heavily gated
surveilled environment freighted
replete with trappings created,
back in the day when bomb cyclones
nsync with polar vortex precipitated,
where global warming naysayers skated
on thin ice ignoring strong voice dictated
by diminutive Swedish
activist Greta Thunberg severely castigated
passive grownups, said
slip o' lass generated
cult like following despite
her petite, yet enervated
larger than life presence, especially venerated
by young people cohort, who felt infuriated
unheeded apocalyptic warnings
inadvertently kickstarted,
motivated, and promulgated
green revolution proudly designated
government, née said youth
zealously, vociferously, righteously,
opportunistically arrogated
take charge attitude
(think) wartime economy escalated
forcing drastic paradigm shift
diminishing nightmare demise calculated
to reign death and destruction,
nonetheless untolled cruelty
permanently and wantonly eradicated
multitudinous swaths of life forms.
I punched you out for what it was
That small space we call real estate
Beyond the Island of doom the cock doodled at noon
Then I saw that time for you
Became more urgent
More urgent than purchase
I saw haunting silhouettes of the people you drove crazy
I punched the clock that took advantage of time
But you blowed up and you thought of the country and it's need needing you
Sit down and listen that the world is calling us. Yo survival
It's escalated from whisper to shouts
But not only you ,everyone who can listen
So far aware of what they do
Skillfully planning their day
How does it compare
I have zero for those who won't be clear
What has life become
A giant marketing ploy
One by one
All get set
I plow through the disasters and find my self under the foot of Tyrants
Depend on yourself as doctor, shrink and someone else
Protect from no one just yourself
Everyone else does
What they want
life mutates into a cherry pie before the beginning of man
Never underestimate the pie power and a journey
Of which we be damned
Its equal partners to kill at will
With odds to favor gods
who will remember the forest and the water
Which once brought life
Now just games with our lives
TO PROTECT THE REPUTATION OF HER LOVE
SHE, OFFERED SOLUTIONS TO REMEDY THE
PROBLEM SHE FACED.
iT WAS UNCOMBERING TO THE FACT OF EXISTANCE.
eSCALATED FROM THE POSITION HER LOVER FOUND
HIMSELF IN. hE WISHED TO BE SATISFIED, SHE WISHED TO BE PASIFIED.
THEY SOUGHT COMMONGROUND ON THE NEGATED FACT'S OF THEIR
RELATIONSHIP.
THAT DOUBT FOUND THEM TOGETHER, THEIR TOGETHERNESS WOULD
THEN BE DOUBTFUL AND OFTEN IN QUESTION.
SHE NEVER SPOKE OF LOVE, AND THEN SOUGHT TO HAVE IT
SEEN AS SOMETHING EXPLAIIBLE AND CHALLENGING.
NOT TO THOSE WHO KNEW HER AND EXAMINED HER RELATIONSHIPS
BUT TO HER CREDIT THEY OFTEN GUIDED HER WRONG TO WATCH HER
IN OBSTACLE.
THEN MIGHT LOVE SEE US THROUGH, THAT IT (LOVE)
CAUSES US TO UNITE AND STAND STRONG, GUIDED BY THE INVISIBLE
IN IT'S COMPLCATION, TO BE TOGETHER.
mUST THE NIGHTS BEYOND TOMMORROW SPEAK
OF US TOGETHER.
Motherland…
I am a desert, barren and hot.
Hoping for the rain, which I forgot.
Once, I was green, golden, and bright.
Nightingales singing night after night.
My fresh breeze at dawn was ever nice,
Showered me blossoms like paradise.
Year after year, I dressed up in green.
Green and reddish with white in between.
Until I became older than old,
All I have now is darkness and cold.
I lost all of my glory and youth,
Hope death is not the end or the truth.
I had so many kings that were tall,
Now, I am filled with filth that they crawl.
Tired of being a desert that’s old,
Thousands and thousands of years to be told.
Cyrus and Darius lived within me.
Now I am barren; how could it be?
I am now desert far from the sea;
They burned my soul so no one can see.
Empty and lonely, thirsty and dry,
hope for the rain and generous sky.
Hope for someone to answer my cry,
Wash up my tears, and don’t let me die.
I need a hero like the old times,
Come and wash me from all the crimes.
Come to me, my love, my lovely rain,
shower me with love, get rid of pain.
If you come back and shower me, fine
promise I give you, I'll drink your wine.
For me, rain is love; love is my life.
To live without love is endless strife.
I want to become a jungle of love,
making love and being free as a dove.
I am now dying, dying of thirst,
Hope for a drizzle; first thing is first.
1/28/20 Haloo
Note: Motherland is Iran, the birthplace of civilizations, a country with thousands of years of history. In the past forty years, there is a great tension between the government of Iran and the United States. This tension has escalated recently to the point of an imminent war between the two countries. The people in Iran are suffering from an authoritarian government on one side and sanctions and pressure on the other. This humble piece is written to give you the understanding that under a millimeter of skin, we’re all the same, the same humans, and humanities are the same regardless of religion, culture, and geographical background.
The west went in guns blazing to help their fellow man
In Syria against the Islamic State and in Iraq and Afghanistan
They brought an end to a campaign of terror and a killing spree
And made the world a better place and safe for everybody.
So why in God's name is the civilised world, just standing by?
While thousands of innocent men, women and children die
What is it about Russia, that murdering terrorist state?
Are we just going to look away, leaving them to their fate?
Ukraine is running out of fresh water, they have no electricity
While the Russians carry on firing missiles, indiscriminately
And committing atrocities that would make a grown man cry
A harsh winter is fast approaching and many people will die.
Why are NATO and the civilised west worried about escalation?
While Russia carries on pulverising that peace loving nation
Enough is enough, NATO needs to put boots on the ground
And rain down hellfire on that Russian scum, round after round.
The west is sending arms and humanitarian aid to Ukraine
But dragged their feet when they requested a fighter plane
Vladimar Putin growls like a dog and the west backs away
We shouldn't listen to his rantings, he must be made to pay.
Ukraine got rid of all nuclear weapons with the fall of the iron curtain
I bet they wished that they hadn't given them up of that I am certain
Because the yellow backed Russian scum would never have invaded
And their threat to world peace would never have escalated.
Written 24th November 2022
JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY AKA JOY Y JONES THIS IDENTITY THIEF BEGAN STEALING MY IDENTITY AFTER HER TWISTED AFFAIR WITH MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND AND PETER GARGANO THE ABUSE ESCALATED AFTER THIS IDENTITY THEFT ARRIVED WITH HER JAMAICAN GUNMAN TO END MY LIFE HOME INVASIONS THREATS I FINALLY SUFFERED A TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY FROM A CAR BOMB IGNITING IN MY FACE THIS WAS WHEN SHE REALLY BECAME OBSESSED WITH MY MARRAIGE COMMITING HOME INVASIONS RIPPING MARRAIGE CERTIFICATES SHOT RECORDS PASSPORTS OBITUARIES OF DECEASED LOVED ONES I FINALLY DIVORCED MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND AND REMARRIED TO MY SURPRISE MY STALKER BEGAN HOME INVASIONS AGAIN IT WASN'T LONG BEFORE SHE BEGAN ACTUALLY FALSIFYING MARRIAGE CERTIFICATES OF A DECEASED WOMAN FROM THE CATHOLIC CHURCH IN ORDER TO DINE WITH PETER GARGANO WITH THE KNIGHTS OF COLUMBUS AN UNHOLY HORROR UPON DECEASED CATHOLICS MY FAMILY SURVIVED HER IDENTITY THEFT FALSIFYING DOCUMENTS J2 ACN HELPING ILLEGAL IMMIGRANTS TO RECIEVE ILLEGAL CITIZENSHIP WORK VISA SCHOOL VISA IN AMERICA BY FALSIFYING MARRIAGE CERTIFICATES OF DECEASED PERSONS ITS TRULY HORRIFYING GETTING MARRIED IN THE CATHOLIC CHURCH THIS FRAUD AGAINST THE DECEASED RIGHT NEXT DOOR THE OFFICE OF IMMIGRATION WHERE THE FALSIFIED DOCUMENTS CAN BE FAXED THROUGH AMSCOT TOOTSIE ROLL DRIVES PERSONS OF POWER SELLING MARRAIGE CERTIFICATES OF THE DECEASED TO JAMAICAN IMMIGRANTS MEXICAN IMMIGRANTS TOTAL DISREGARD TO ACTUAL DEATH CERTIFICATES SADLY MANY OTHER NATIONALITIES IMMIGRANTS BUYING SELLING TRADING CATHOLIC MARRAIGE CERTIFICATES OF THE DECEASED OBITUARIES I FEEL TRULY BLESSED MY HUSBAND AND I DECLINED TO EVEN BE MARRIED IN THE CATHOLIC CHURCH WE CHOSE TRUTH JUSTICE AND PEACE IN THE COURT HOUSE PROTECTED FROM IDENTITY FRAUD AT THE CHURCH WHERE GARGANO CONTROLLED COMPLETE WRATH FAKING HIS DEATH HACKING INTO OBITUARIES I APPLAUD TRUMP ON THIS ISSUE MY FAMILY SURVIVED SEVERE IDENTITY FROM FROM JAMAICAN MEXICAN IMMIGRANTS
GOD BLESS AMERICA
Years ago at work, we had
An argument so strong
That people started betting on
Which side was right or wrong.
The quarrel was about the name
Dale Evans called her horse.
Some thought that it was Buttercup;
It’s Buttermilk, of course.
Now Google wasn’t dreamed up yet,
So no one could hi-tech it.
The battle escalated and
We had no way to check it.
Someone did some research, though,
And with old-fashioned clues,
Discovered just the place to go
To get Dale Evans news:
The Roy Rogers Museum,
Which existed way out west.
A call was made, the truth revealed,
A satisfying quest.
But nowadays, such facts are found
With just a few swift clicks.
The fun’s gone out of arguing
With Google in the mix.
I miss those days when bickering
Could get us all shook up,
And we’d debate if Buttermilk
Was really Buttercup!
It's a big pile of crap
When your talking all your smack
About the way others live
Here's some advice I will give
I would rather be a prude
Than loud, obnoxious and rude
Making others always think
They are no good and just stink
Is it really fun for you
Making others sad and blue
Just so you can entertain
Yourself causing others pain
For no reason other than
You will never understand
The hurt you are bringing others
This harsh cruelty always smothers
Happiness and joy inside
Everyone that you have tried
To break with your words of stone
Never leaving them alone
There's new victims every day
That you always find and slay
Trails of spirits you've broken
Are lined up like shattered tokens
That you step on once again
Your reign of terror never ends
Until everyone you burn
Will just snap and meanly turn
On you with hostile emotions
That cause quite a huge commotion
Knocking that chip off your shoulder
As this crowd is getting bolder
With each curse that's being said
That is filling up your head
And punches are being thrown
While the pains making you groan
Realizing you were wrong
Bullying for far too long
The crowd finally finishes
Your brutality diminishes
Slowly more and more you reach
Deep inside until you teach
Yourself how to be polite
Now you are such a delight
Too bad it took more violence
To complete an end to this
That needed to stop before
The hatred down in your core
Took control and escalated
You never anticipated
All these years of acting out
Would make you turn all around
When you got a big taste of
Hate and anger with no love
Early morning she stormed my bed chamber
Like a needy stranger.
She opened the door of her mouth
And let out a strong request,
‘’melody, be my remedy’’.
My loins leap, if I failed to succumb,
She’ll slump, for she is my honey comb.
The sunshine of her eyes appealed to
Me like the forbidden inviting apples of Eden.
Two steps forward, and buttocks backward,
She chest out, exposing her kinky breast.
Beckoning for me to come and lodge,
To stay and remain in the warm ocean
Of her treasury embrace.
To water her dehydrated love.
In the meanwhile, erotic feelings
Escalated on my captured mind.
Gingerly, taking her tiny waist,
Subtly down to the fresh fleshy mountain
Behind her lower back.
She called out sweetly and quietly,
‘’melody, be my remedy’’
I couldn’t resist but to free her chains
With my valiant and veinous hammer,
To take her out of her romantic prison.
No wonder, she calls me her intimate lawyer,
Sometimes, her sexual warder,
I am not your sexual jailer,
I only choose to be your remedy maker,
Whenever you’re in an emotional danger.
I am the melody maker,
Readily stand by to strum your
Succulent guitar,
To make your voice vent out and quiver
With joy like a river.
Blessing our matrimony with much
More army.
Sunset, and we got finished with our
Sweet blissful naked dance steps,
Then she gazed at me and kissed
Me with bottomless feelings and
Said to me,
‘’Melody, be my remedy, always.’’
Onyilo Charlesmelody.
(Lightning Ink)
the whales were
singing as if they
were rejoicing yet
only voicing that
which whales do
where the best
store was for
kelp and little
things
things that you
and i would think
as chit chat and
actually a matter
of fact
but i heard
from the tabloids
that whale speak is where
it's at from an
off and on again
covered addiction
an almost resolved
semi physical
that escalated
into a no win he
wins situation
which is where
we end yet where
we began so to stop
the cycle from being exact
i punched
the guy back
got a broken nose
but showed him i was
steadfast
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