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Can you smell the fear,
That is now everywhere,
Even where there is protective gear,
And media outlets of the year.
Extremists and opportunists the only ones to cheer,
As the grieving are tossed up in the air,
While others steal their gear,
It is just not fair,
That those who profess to care,
Are turning a blind ear,
While planning more ways to spread fear.
When the dust begins to clear,
Who will have power they don't want to share,
And who will have kindness to spare,
Who will have a list of people they want to scare,
And who will be worse off than before,
Who will be deciding what is fair,
And who will be counting money they have made from the fear in the air.
The only things that seem clear,
In this atmosphere,
Is that cosmetic surgery will not clear the air,
And extremism will only spread more fear,
Money cannot replace kindness or a listening ear,
And if we don't give back some dignity to those in despair,
Fear will always be in the air,
Extremists will always be there to cheer,
With media outlets reporting on all they care to share.
What starts off green, then turns yellow and then eventually gets rotten?
Take your pick, it's either bananas or every politician.
Politicians should wear uniforms like NASCAR race drivers
so that we the people can identify their corporate sponsors.
I don't know "right wing extremists" from "left wing extremists"
or anything in between.
All I know is what I've researched, experienced and seen.
Republican or Democrat or Independent candidates all follow the same exact course.
Nobody attains the seat of the presidency without getting bought.
If anyone got elected President who would truly do the right thing,
I guarantee you that they wouldn't see their term through.
They'd either resign or become the victim of an assassin.
I've never had any interest in anything politically.
That all changed with my support for the grieving 9/11 families.
One question begot another question and soon I had many more
and I've found that the more we press our government for answers,
the more we are lied to and ignored.
2025.3.22
Life is full of surprises and mysteries.
It enfolded when you were least worried.
I met two individuals within 12 months,
At first, I thought they had something in common.
As time went by, I clearly identified,
The huge differences amongst those guys.
BB was a real loner without him disclosing he was,
Mr Loner was not what he claimed he was.
BB was absolute a private person.
After six months of being close friend,
He never disclosed his surname,
I did not pressurise him,
As I respected his wishes.
Despite he shared his past freely.
I believe he treated his past as history,
And wanted to set a clear boundary,
From his current and future life,
He even told me his desires.
Especially related to his gf and wife.
I wished he did not tell me any of these.
There was nothing to do with me.
On the other hand, Mr Loner had opposite behaviours,
Different characteristic and personalities,
I had no idea, why he asked me to read book
In which, he spelt out his past life experiences ,
The way I perceived, he was quite underhanded, deportment,
Mien, and exploited.
He also mentioned his desire in woman.
I kept my view in silence and made no comment.
On another topic, they both were extremists.
BB took care of his general health very well,
The other abused his body unnecessary.
One thing they both have in common,
They seemed to have mental health imbalance.
Whom am I to judge? Why should I care?
They were just two difference individuals,
No more or less than we crossed path in the past.
Life moves on and I shall do my part.
I was no body and not any one cup of tea.
There’s not two ways of talking,
Two different points of view,
Many different angles to deflect,
Crazy pavements, something new.
There’s not another teller,
Presenting a link or chunk,
Framing circularly the story,
To nurture any cell’s hunk.
There’s not a plus one man,
Chewing a whistler’s closet,
There’s only freedom’s red,
To validate the vouch offset.
If Christianity is just an opinion,
And if atheism is only another,
Then crease the distance away,
To note the claim that’s sour.
Truth is the centre of entropy,
With love as its pursuit,
Freedom increasingly appears,
When you love and newt.
Christianity does not stand,
It’s wrong, in between, out,
Jesus was not god, scream,
Hell evades the bible, spout.
Fundamentalists lack sense,
Extremists yell strict, plight,
Homes should not be broken,
By crusaders twisting right.
Wrongness equally parasites,
Upon the strict and the stead,
So let contradictions vent,
The people who nurse lead.
Theology is not an opinion,
Relative, proportional, relational -
And atheism is not just another,
Reflective, pseudo and corporal.
Atheism is true, not Christianity,
So Christianity is false, not said;
Theology is faith unleashed,
Pulling a negative entropy head.
Science is behind atheism,
Winking at the lips in method,
Meandering like lightening,
Through guesses of the cathode.
If you seek truth you will find,
But if you say Jesus lives today,
Physically, then you need to stop,
Saying I can’t say the other: nay.
Main street news
dilutes real
news through
designed debates,
analyzing all
points of view;
but that's
not news; that's
fake news.
That fuels
extremists,
while raising ratings;
as competing stations
spin
alternative truths.
Today's main
stream media
stations
filter their news,
to attract viewers;
reluctant
to stick
with the facts.
The news
channels have
morphed into
mere debating clubs
and reality shows;
that
push propaganda.
Goodbye Donald Trump
He has gone now, are you sure thought I saw his shadow.
On the wall just before sunup.
No, no he has gone, and a script is ready an actor, Clooney.
is playing him.
Donald Trump has gone to Florida he is a golf fanatic and
the presiding 4 years has nothing to do with him.
Well, he built a wall the Mexicans refuse to pay for,
it´s an ugly wall, and it doesn´t make the landscape more lovely.
Kind to his friends though pardoned them all.
What will happen next? Not much at first but, he has left.
A legacy of right-wing- extremists.
One thing to his favour he resisted Israel’s pressure to
Obliterate Iran he had no stomach for a real war and,
The question is, will the new administration resist a war too.
Most of us couldn't care less about another person's color
We're too busy with everyday things,
like working hard to make a living
providing for family
setting positive examples
raising children to be a better version of ourselves.
In between all these mundane things
we try explaining to them.
About the curious phenomenon
we call God.
The media -the wealthy -the radicals
are trying to topple democracy-to topple us.
They choose to focus on the rotten apples of society.
Make it seem like bigotry is the way everybody thinks.
To promote chaos and mayhem in society.
It's not just a white, black, or blue thing.
As they would have you believe-it's a human being thing...
The extremist blames their failures on {white privilege}..
The bell curve can tell you many things but not everything...
On either end of the bell are the anarchists and extremists.
They focus on and spotlight the exceptions to the rules.
These are the malcontents of our races and society.
In the middle are the majority of us-we the people.
Just trying to get by-fencing with everyday devils.
The middlemen- standing by our rights and freedoms.
Trying to deal with the violent, intolerant fringes.
This world prefers to live under the shadows
in order to hide its truly evil daily works.
confronting these misplaced loyalties begs answers
Communications literally has taken position centrefold promoting hate
many Holy shrines have been desecrated
objective extremists call for the removal of crosses
There should be a voice of concern now condemning such force
is this the generation spoken of where education alters our children's minds
through perverted literature trying to destroy innocence
The final attack on truth has become an obstacle filled with facts
political correctness has long damned itself lying constantly
and we stand curled up in silence unable to speak
Wide awake can see with clarity inside the powers of this planet
in those that has gone to war against the light of God entering teachers
for to protect our little ones giving good example firstly
from this ugly twisted democracy and saving them before they fall victim
Is it time again to lock your doors and mark them with with the blood of the Lamb
...Shakespeare and his pentameter, vital after four centuries,
Cervantes and his man Sancho,
Dumas and Montecristo,
the great tales of Boccaccio,
Dicken and his fine ghosts three.
Beethoven's sonic fury still staggers even jaded minds,
Tchaikovsky made eighteen-twelve
sound utterly epic as well,
Hayden’s string quartets still sell,
even Beatles have immortal rhymes.
Newton and his marvelous brain cracked open the world of physics,
Charles Darwin shocked with his words,
Galileo far orbits observed,
Einstein showed that space was a curve,
built up our science, brick-by-brick.
A Pantheon of perfection, still grand amidst the Roman street,
Notre Dame, lofty and sacred,
Sagrada rises high overhead,
Parliament sports the Big Ben,
the majestic dome of Saint Pete’s.
Who can’t help but like Highlander games with cabers tossed every which way?
Running with bulls puts you to the test,
who can frown at Oktoberfest?
Gotta’ love those Christmas markets,
the traditions of holiday.
To think that two rather large wars invalidate the entire thing?
All mankind is versed in war,
fought in many, many before,
we’ll be fighting them forever more,
doesn’t mean you aren’t worth saving.
Now your cultures face angry foes who believe you should not survive.
Extremists who promote Islam,
socialists who get everything wrong,
‘elite’ leftists who put you on,
dragging you down with their lies…
When, in truth, Europe should grow and thrive.
The chains of freedom
A fire burning in my hands
A societal lie made by heavy pockets
Of extremists like the Nazis
Jabbing whatever they want , where ever they want
For any reason they find plausible
A belief so heavily inflicted that it makes us forget out pasts
Our purpose and our right to exist as humans
You can use your voice to scream but you are mute
Even the loudest voice becomes no more than a whisper
When in the shadow of fear
A shadow that creeps upon me
When i am alone, i know i am next
A subtle premonition of the chaos to come
Porcelain dolls hanging from the ceiling
Wearing red and cherry white
But their hair to soft to be toys
And their skin to warm to be fake
Strung up with crosses marked on each of their faces
When the bell rings
A distant chime of terror digs their graves and yet they can not run
The smell of putrid among us and rotting flesh
Frozen by the sense of lingering despair
My road is predetermined by those before me
Lead me to be hung up on a pillar like one of my sisters
Up i go
The world i see as life escapes me is bittersweet