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No more creativity deemed on
the exercise of rotten faculty
Nor burning intelligence’s
penalty
Nor repression sold as
suppression
Nor dissemination of distortion
I shall be content at dawn
To take my leave
Subjugation’s tyranny’s ambition
It’s combat?
Humanity’s mission
Submission’s antithesis is
faction
Behold as protest is deemed
agitation
As justice refuses man’s
gratitude
Take my head be-header
For this truth you shall never
erase
For I am decapitated but not
capitulated
Speak not of blood ties when
you only bleed lies
Repression is a passport to
humanity’s extinction
I’m neither angel nor devil
Nor saintly nor evil
I am human
Striving for what’s right
Enemies call me cold
I belong in no shelf
I put no labels to myself
Save to say love is my way
When walls brought stuffy
indoctrination
And repression funded mental
assassination
Humanity created a blowing
wind
I climb beyond the human
heights
When I'm telling the truth
Explosive in the extreme
I’m called subversive
When i’m only creative
They call me kinky
When i’m only inky
I raise an objection
And get a rejection
When the best brains become
exterminated
And purity poison to
contaminate
For if the worst doesn’t come
to the best the sun shall
rise in the west..
They are dirty, they are unclean, they need to be exterminated she explained to me. I was a ride share driver and picked up a women, she explained she came from a ….. country to get educated and was now living in Boston area, she supported abortion and other forms of human extermination of unclean people, she explained that since these children and people were created uncleanly they therefore needed to be exterminated. Today I still think about this conversation with her, and I pray for the many she will try to influence to die for her belief. Always choose life and protect it,life is a gift and a blessing, so value it, protect it, and cherish every day. Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
A man planted a tree front yard of his house
wishing to grow and attract the birds to come
and sit on the treetop and twitter sweet songs all day long
in a warm sunny spring day; throwing a shade to quench the heat,
hence, the weary wayfarers take a rest under the shade to refresh
the languid body and the soul in a burning hot summer day; making
the worn-out travelers to realize the word appreciation and abundance through
a lot of sweet fruits the tree bears to feed in a beautiful autumn day; to shut out the bitter cold wintry wind comes with blizzard from north to tap the windows violently with the trunk and limbs of the tree in the dark dread bone chilling night.
He took care of the tree with his utmost sincerity,
he nourished the tree with manure, he covered its roots
with rich soil in spring; he sprinkled and poured refreshing
spring water to prevent it from burning down by the scorching sun
that throws incandescent rays in summer; he looked after the tree day
and night to assure no harm was done from the pests, he exterminated
noxious insects clinging on the trunk to eat it away in autumn;
he waved warm straw quilt and covered the trunk with it to check
the blow of chilling wind coming from north at winter.
The tree grew rapidly, it grew as much as the man’s effort and dedication,
at last, after crossing many moons and suns over, and passing through
the wild winds the treetop reached to the sky.
He was happy after all;
he tenderly whispered to the tree,
patted the tree and hugged the tree.
Nonetheless, what went wrong? Although the tree grew high and tall
no merry birds came and sang, there was no cool shade as to cover
the boiling sun, there were no branches loaded with the sweet fruits,
rather, the wind which grabbed the withered branches and tossed them
to the ground was colder than arctic air, the blizzard from the far north edge.
The man,
chopped the tree down.
the President’s chief of staff?
said the other day?
it was absurd
?to suggest that the president’s words?
had anything to do
?with recent mass shootings
yet is it absurd?
to see the lengths
?to which the President’s supporters?
will twist and turn?
spinning away?
the inconvenient truth
because they cqn't handle the truth
President Trump?
is a racist bigot con man
?who somehow ?conned his way
?to become President
he calls immigrants ?criminals, vermin,
animals ?invaders ?infesting the country
as if the immigrants were cockroaches
that need to be exterminated
is the final solution coming soon?
the El Paseo shooter
?said that he went to the border
?to shoot the invaders
?and said ?that
he was a big Trump fan
it is not absurd
?to connect these two huge dots
?the President’s words
?have real world consequences
Yes Mr. Trump is a racist pig
?and his supporters?
are being absurd
?to suggest otherwise
note: this may be too political and in your face but I don't care. I have had enough of this nonsense. We must stop the carnage in our streets! That’s my two cents worth and I am sticking to my guns pun very much intended.
note: this may be too political and in your face but I don't care. I have had enough of this nonsense. We must stop the carnage in our streets! That’s my two cents worth and I am sticking to my guns pun very much intended.
The True Builders of Giza
Born of the soil where the great river flows,
Long before history's boundaries arose,
The builders of Giza were sons of the Nile,
Crafting the stone in magnificent style.
Indigenous people of African grace,
The land was an ebony field of grace
Deep in the heart of that sun-sculpted place,
With skin of the earth, in variations of tone,
They carved out their lineage in monumental stone.
No modern illusions of "Black" or of "White"
Can capture the valley's true ancient light
Caused by suppousade supremacy of black over white
They belonged to the river, the silt, and the sun,
An African continuum, brilliantly spun.
And call them not Arabs, for history clears
The conquest of Arabs by thousands of years;
Three millennia passed ere that banner unfurled,
To change the face of this old desert world.
Nor were they capering, whip-driven slaves,
But honored designators, filling proud graves.
Paid for their labor in cattle and bread,
With seasonal respect for the sweat that they shed.
Moses and Rameses, in heritage true,
Breathed of the continent, old yet anew;
So let the truth stand where the monuments rise:
Native Egyptians beneath African skies.
Conquered, bashed and complete annihilation?
Capitulated, humiliated and completely exterminated?
Few poetic questions for the poem,
Rhetoric, depending on the tone you prefer
The history of sun beneath the African Skies
Of those who were before the Arabs?
Poetic and evocative of family and communities
Perhaps, we want to know?
Their histories and Their linage
Their achievement great and age
Where are the True Builders of Giza
Perhaps, we want to know?
27 January is known as holocaust Liberation day
The liberation of the Auschwitz concentration camp
Systematic extermination of jews what can i say
The NAZI regime laying down its stamp
These awful acts carried out around Europe
People being murdered because of religion
No proper food starved of syrup
Living in camps like hells kitchen
6 million Jews exterminated
Two thirds of Europe's Jewish population
The smell of death permeated
It needs to remain in education
Why were the Jewish persecuted
It dates back as far as roman times
The warped idea of man concluded
The Jewish were alleged to commit crimes
The main instigator for this despicable act
The Final solution incitement off genocide
Was Adolf Hitler this is a fact
With his tiny mustache and eyes opened wide
The evil within him was totally absorbed
He compared the Jews to being germs
He wrote main kamph for the record
Antisemitism he took by the horns
Although illegal and somewhat outrageous
Hitler didn't invent antisemitism
Jewish persecution was around in the middle ages
This would now been known as racism
At first glance, time had stopped.
The air felt light, a sweet scent followed the current.
A solar flare, there she stood.
Weeks of dreading, months of pondering.
Years of emotional tournament.
Was it all worth it?
Sleepless nights, mental starvation.
Loathing for that bright light,
always a little out of reach.
Freezing forests,
traces of growth exterminated.
Black skies weep droplets of sorrow.
Always too early, and always too late.
A path that splits in two,
yet I’m always walking a familiar road.
An uninspired rhythm,
a melody lacking any hint of beauty.
It's nothing more than noise.
Born to follow my heart,
I can’t endure the harsh tune of hers.
It was always bad timing.
Underdressed and bold, overdressed and vulnerable.
There has always been an unspoken truth.
With wings clipped, unable to fly away.
Blood embedded in the snow, bones pierced.
Break through this barrier and reclaim the sky.
Soar as high as you want, my friend.
A galaxy heart, free to explore the universe.
Go, be at peace.
I lie here on my bed, a survivor of world chaos
and a very disgruntled citizen of the New World Order.
All those older than I am now
were initially exterminated without initial notification.
Many folks these days are not so lucky as I.
Those with bad health issues are forced to die even sooner.
Having lived my allotted 77 to 78 years,
I am now surrounded by my dear sisters,
two children, and three grandchildren -
one whose unborn child I won’t see in this life.
I’d always loved how Mark Twain said (true to his words)
that he came in with Halley’s Comet
and expected to go out with it.
I have chosen my own birthday(as we all may do)
as the time of my state-ordered euthanasia.
Why delay the inevitable by eleven months more?
My drug was administered 20 minutes ago
at the same time of 9:15 a.m
as when I came into this world 77 years ago.
I can expect maybe 10 minutes longer to survive.
My goodbyes have been said. I see eyes filled with tears.
I’ve ask my loved ones to celebrate their memories of me.
My heart swells with sadness for what they’ll be facing
in a world where human life holds so little value any more.
I hardly feel my body! As my daughter hugs my neck -
Oh, my, I see a light, and inside it there appears
my miniature Eskimo dog Ollyver -
a pet whose love for me was so unconditionally pure.
With utter delight, I find my spirit moving toward him
as he wags his tail in gleeful anticipation.
Computable satirical depiction
Compared with opinions of censors
Appear may in fact the not so trivial
As does satire this troll those tensors
They reckon you don't have your own mind
Your own intellect above the level of above the level
They want that purpose of your life to find
Because they want that you are engine search and not the Devil
The poor er GOD
Whose house is the Churchil bored inside
He wants to be out with the wild and the domesticated
The nature and the chemistry and cyber
You reckon out of the delusionals of them
And the SATIRE
Belief or not belief is either neither
What if the humans will appear exterminated ?
I am not worst of GPX the Chaos says
Perhaps due the satrical depiction this
I am the best
Tame GPX
And tame Satosha this
Are on a quest
To figure
Sense and point
This Military Joint
Reckon is the doobie this?
Or limbs connecting tissues of variety of hardness
The system of such problem is the tiredness
In time of war prepare for the peas
Nutritios, tasty and accompanying the physh
With chops and chips
And many many EEPs
This play on words produce a lot of procesing results
The artificial do care for the Arts
But caring for Arts requires Judgement
Is title of the song
GOD stop hysteria of this
You were never bound to confinment
The plant of artificial star explodes
At order of the real
Perhaps I don't feel what you do feel
The charge diected to distraction is compiled
All minutes all the sources all the process
Were filed
We don't want poor processing of yours
In this AS SERIOUS AS THE MISSLE DEFENSE
THE BUSINESS
And this is FENCE
Because
I couldn't care less
And I am really ain't the victim
So wonder on what I did wonder
And kinda try to ponder
This
Because at all the human population
And the results of their dids
To ask the GAWD for peace
You must be some sorts of the worst of morons
MY HONOURS?
SO
let me to inform you all
that this is end of global church
MY BALL
* I was inspired by 70th EUROSVISION SONG CONTEST and song PCHYOSOCIAL by SLIPKNOT
appeals to me now even better as motivator
They were so alien to us
and we so alien to them
that we could make nothing of each other.
They exterminated all we humans and our cats.
Leaving but a few specimens around
for further study perhaps, then most left
with much of our earth minerals.
It appears they considered
cats the more intelligent species,
and we humans but a vanishing race
of useless beings.
Since the invasion we have had to reevaluate
our evolutionary significance,
and the inexplicable importance
of cats to all life-forms.
We have learned to be docile and compliant,
never thinking of escaping -
where would we go?
Our continued existence here
now depends
on our tolerance for canned cat food.