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Entering homes through a TV,
You only see what they want to be,
Creating a rift within society,
Dividing you from what you see,
Implanting programs Deceitfully,
Fully aware of how we are designed,
They fill your mind with lies,
Disguised as pleasure,
Their treasure is Toxic,
And you wonder why your sick,
Click through the channels,
There are panels discussing it,
Feeding you their bull while you sit,
So you will quit asking why,
Hoping soon you'll die,
Cycling back for another try,
Pried away from the others,
You're smothered in guilt,
From a problem they built,
Tilted and twisted,
You've always existed,
Resisting the urge to stand,
Under the command of technology,
Branded by those in control,
Knowing the role they assigned,
Mine was a tad bit different,
I'm an insistent little prick,
Kicking off my shoes,
Refusing to watch you loose,
So I use these words,
To redirect the herd.
The innocent victim's are todays heros
I look up to the hills
Behold was cofusion
In it fullness of verities
As it clouds are so dark
Despite it colours
I realise it hold no future
I look up to the mountains
Behold was an alarming
flames of disaster
Spreading poisonous smokes
Out from it evil vapour
Polluting the air
So i realise how come
Ignorance is invoke today
I look high to the sky
Despite all the cofusion
From the hills
Despite all the pollution
From the mountains
The sky remains
Cloud white below it blue skys
As doe it never cosume
All this flames of fire
Humans pays back
By wars
Here i realise mother nature
Is ever faith full
I look into reality
I saw humans
Born by women
Grow to be grown
By feeding on all what
Nature gaves
Same nature humans
Are destroying when
They grow to be so called
Grown fools
How come fools some ask
When On our own we so called grown adult
Humans cant think any more
Common sense is now
So so expensive everywhere
In africa if you got one
Then you are close to
Six feet
By the men on the hills
On top of the evil mountains
I look into life
I realise life is not base
On the hands of the
Opressor
Either is it determined by
The men on the hills
With all there cofusion
From this hills of power
I realise every mountains
Has an explosion date
for the innocent
Victim of circumstances
To pave way into the future
For at the end
As the flames fade away
So will all our cofusion follow
As the prophecy goes
I dont know exactly
What will be tomorrow
But i know tomorrow
Lives in today
Then if there will be heros
For today
Is all of those we bear
The cost of all calamities today
And that simplifies
The innocent victim's are todays heros
Once a milky winged stallion,
I mistook you for an angel.
I believed your majestic prowess.
Like Zeus, I too hitched my chariot.
Once the sparkling points of night,
I mistook you for sky magic.
I believed immortal your cosmos,
your dazzling namesake array.
Then your avatar sold oil.
I watched your B movie at fumy gas pumps.
I witnessed the curse of your hydrocarbons.
I lost faith in your Earth poisoning moniker.
Then your appellation found home in the dirt.
Assigned by mercenaries feeding slithering snakes,
tracking and tracing, extracting all our privacy
for any perversion of power.
I weep now knowing how far you've fallen.
I should have known.
You were always the prodigious child of Medusa.
When is hate,
voiced and aggressively acted out,
not a crime
victimizing all us criminals,
convicted and otherwise?
Should we criminalize
fear of fundamentalists
or anger about presumably predative aliens
or anxiety about internal
and external
climate changes
or worry about long-term costs compared to short-term benefits
of violent revolutions
in lives outside our narrow ego walls?
How does criminalizing hate
deter or feed it?
Does punishment for aggressively articulated bad attitudes
merely add hostile fuel
to short-fused flames?
Would active hate fade away
if criminalization evaporated?
Would love grow easier
if colonizing bullies,
with bibled GoodNews liberating intentions,
returned to creolization supporting naturally polypathic children
daily longing for reborn WinWin multicultural Trust?
PreHate children
prefer co-empathic PositiveParadise
and not so much loseLose
hellfire breathing hate
projected onto a jealous
all-powerful ecopolitical
yet personal
ForceSource.
What about crimes other than hate,
motivated by greed
or need,
or something in-between?
I would not know how
to criminalize my rampant raving revolutionary needs.
But your greed remains better locked up
for stealing our properties
and too loudly proclaiming me
your stupid and deluded chattel
at your greediest disposal
except for my inconvenient properties,
transparently vulnerable needs
to eat and drink
to taste and see
nutritious GoodFaith Integrity.
When, if ever, is active hate
not a crime against health?
When criminals, like greedy us,
are free to return polypathic love
to grow toward co-empathic trust
in our cooperatively nurturing
mutual listening
non-threatening and non-bullying
mutual infatuation,
curiosity,
co-redeeming grace
of mutual invitation
into shared trust
democratic space.
A place
not feeding prisons
while watering polypathic
free-range love.
The Cat has Taken Over.
by Bob Moore-c Fe
So, we got a cat nothing wrong with that
told my wife we never would
I like dogs, but cats I hate
she convinced me that we should
Of course she didn’t listen
“this is a rescue cat she said”
my daughter can get it for us
will be no trouble, and easy fed.
Now Holly was a stray cat
lived in a stray cats home
been living there for quite a while
no space for her to roam
No one wanted an older cat
her time was coming to an end
so my wife convinced me,
and Holly had a new friend
The cat arrived, so far so good
then, the house was full of toys
scratching poles, and feeding bowls
and other cat-type joys
Nail clippers, and all the things
the list goes on and on
everything a cat could need
was ordered from Amazon.
Now the house is taken over
and it doesn’t look so neat
I have to clean up after myself
Holly sure landed on her feet
Year after year
Torrential rains, fall
Winds rip apart humanities dreams
We are flooded and ask why?
The angels cry
For all of us
We are inundated with their tears
As they weep, we who still breathe, live on in daily fear
Mothers, fathers, sons and daughters
Taken before their time
Some see fit to hasten their journeys
They know not an angels tears
How many of us have been defeated
By the depth of sadness, life seems cheated
So blinded we are inside our heads
The tears drowning us until we dead
Drowning our hopes and feeding our fears
What are we to do?
Look beyond the angel tears
See that heaven removes all fears
The tormented on earth, as they rise above
Knowing that paradise is theirs, clouds only below
Finally they feel the smiles within
Wishing we too, in contentment could know
The happiness that rises from inside the soul
Note: My meager attempt to offer someone comfort here
"The Fiery Breath of Certain Death"
Or
"Alarm Bells Are Ringing"
You wear your anger well, it suits you just fine,
but, do we all have to feel the fiber of your fabric?
You toot in your zoot suit, then you scoot for a toot,
head wired, eyes fired, lip licking, lip flicking, chicken!
Snarling, snapping, rapping, grueling gruel, your fangs drooling,
rabid dog reflex, we'll just have to call you Rex!
As in...T-Rex, flexing oral dexterity,
you flex your pecs Rex, then your text is next!
OMG! The "Prankster," you're the original "Gangster,"
blogging and feeding, we eat floggings and bleedings!
Melting minds of the masses, you chair literary classes,
we suffer the choir, with heads blazing, ears on fire!
If kindness kills, then you kill us with "Carols,"
glock half-cocked...lock, stock, and two smoking barrels!
I guess the bullets you spray, helps keep the conscience away,
while you skin us alive, to be meat on display!
You drank angst from the wagon, a flagon "Snapdragon,"
wagging, gagging, with hellfire halitosis bragging!
Your breath of quick-fire death, inflames our thrombosis,
we pray today, that our blessed death, doth soon approaches!
But, till that day, we pray, for blessed redemption,
if we're lucky, maybe God will give us an exemption!
With excerpts from the movie: "Lock, Stock, and Two Smoking Barrels"
When I say things like my mom did
When she was eighty years old
“He's so handsome, I can't believe MY EARS”
It's time for a home I'm told!
The train's already left the station no doubt
You're left there standing on the platform
Before you cash in your chips as they say
Someone feeding you will be the norm
Little things like forgetting your choppers
Or getting on the bus without pants
People snickering behind your back
As down the crowded aisle you prance
Some things are a little unusual they say
Like communicating with the birdies
In a language only you and they understand
Or when with a mannequin you get flirty
Wish me luck on the last leg of my journey
Had a blast without any regrets
Sure couldn't have asked for anything better
My life's been as good as it gets!
The trick is to learn when you’re eating to fill the heart instead of the stomach. Feeding the stomach … is easy. That’s just diet. It’s learning how to feed the heart that’s hard.
~Coco Mellors
Never was eating an entire bag of potato chips
Enough to satisfy the inner hunger
When the hunger wasn’t really physical.
Satiation is just a synonym for addiction,
Too much time not to think of comfort
And serotonin highs~
Rough the traumas of childhood, at least
The food isn’t alcohol or drugs!
Still three hundred pounds isn’t easy to pack around,
That takes its toll on knees and hips,
And it isn’t like you can just quit eating,
Retraining habits isn’t the stuff of silly songs~
Triumph is measured in ounces not pounds!
Nevertheless here we are one hundred pounds lighter,
Even the stars twinkle brighter~
Winning the battles then winning the war!
I have no idle time to spare
to just sit, rest and stare
Leisure, a word I literally define
into my world I can trace no sign
a body in motion.. a brain absorbed
beauty blurred.. life confined
The Muse of poetry, the soul is the abode
do I need my ink to upload?
*****
My words I’d love to release
restore between the ribs peace.
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A past lingering sweet incense
feeding the inner self with sense
As for now, prevailing is the scent of evil
human nature slipping into upheaval
Souls roaming.. dry are their wells
unspirited shapes.. empty shells
There is fire that burns not kindles
the voice of heart fades and dwindles.
*****
My words I’d love to release
restore between the ribs peace.
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Hiding within words magic strain
bonding with stories penned out of pain
I learnt to understand and withstand
a living human not in human hand
I was once made quite aware
of one answer to Humanity welfare
Put aside your words and thoughts
restore your nature.. untie your knots
Nature immunes your body and spirit
bliss and peace, a reward on your merit.
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My words I’d love to release
restore between the ribs peace.