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Another American Colony
poisoned with venom and hate
Consumed by the world’s great religions
apparently, this was its fate
The Palestine homeland was stolen
by the powerful in our world
They took it and gave it to others
named it Israel, a new flag unfurled
Then created a thing they call AIPAC
for the funneling of funds every year
Take American taxpayer dollars
with each bomb that is dropped, they all cheer
The Parties all do it together
Jews and gentiles sign-off on the funds
Together with makers of weapons
we all pay for the bullets and guns
America’s funding a genocide
our Senators and Reps have no shame
As the people pay all of the taxes
together we share all the blame
Netanyahu, a villain and killer
has a bank that’s called US of A
Anytime that he wants to kill Gazans
AIPAC’s ready with money to play
As for Schumer, he has in his pocket
Booker, Jeffries and Torres and more
It is why he keeps running for office
to keep Israel funded for war
Now the Trumps plan a new Riviera
by Republicans they will be led
With American taxpayer money
they will build it on all of the dead
"what if a black hole was a higher form of light..."
... in some ways, I believe this to be true, not knowing why, when or who I might have
seen, read or heard such a thing through, but yes... if this can be, then it must be true,
that we're living inside and are the black hole. or did I just sound like a moroon? ...
before we could see in.the.red, we only saw blue and before we could see the ultra, it was
just violets hue... instruments advance, we and our intelligence grow....
... we used to think lightening was 'god' bowling and in some ways, we still do ;)
"account[ing] for the 'faster than light particles'..."
...If a funnel was funneling I would have to guess, and funneling along as to pull at my
dress, I would have to think,... as the funnel got faster there'd be an 'out' to the sink.
But then again... that would imply there's gravity, tugging at my skirt like a mystery and
I'm not sure that's what I see...
Faster then fast light speeds indeed makes excellent scents and sensibilities with reason
and peace.able intentions... I have to mention that 'we' can somehow be, become and put a
dent in some with sensual motion... it's an ocean out here when one doesn't know what
they're 'talkin' about. :) that's me no doubt.
"as coming from a higher dimension (and thus a higher frequency) it would 'move' or
vibrate at a higher rate ..."...
of indecency maybe ;)~ just had to stroke the coals...
Vibrate indeed it would need to do and in my humble opinion already does, as my cats and
dog can know Nature's love... I know it might sound in sight of science, like something
coming from the unsound mind of Frankly.E.inStein as rubbish... but hey, I never said I
was his bride. Just along for a ride on what might be the swirling vibe of that 'hole'...
I dunno... but having said that I'll add this IF we give as it says and then we receive,
I'd have to say yes, at faster then light speeds, it would have to be true. I could be on
your lap just lookin at you...
wink.ET.blink... my friend... remember, I know 'nothing'. ;) and this was just for 'fun'.
Form:
And like some old building I,
came crumbling down.
I drowned in the rubble of dust and smoke.
I felt my lungs collapse. Gasping for breath.
I, felt brand new aches I couldn't imagine.
Looking down I fell to a slant.
This wasn't a cry for attention or a plea of desperation.
My knees folded past my stomach.
I coughed my lungs out in a puff of smoke.
My allergies reacted in a way that I've never seen before.
Like some old building I,
came crumbling down.
Without hope of resuscitation I collapsed.
A cloud of smoke funneling it's way down my throat.
A dry cough and a gag.
I ached in ultimate agony.
All in attempt to avoid falling on top the bakery beside me.
Her smile, her scent.
Stealing all of my breath
Words of trust to the grave
These circumstances I go through
Cause a battle of the heart
A lengthy conflict of emotions I can't separate apart
Thoughts of you are wrestling continuously in my mind
You the opponent holding me down intertwine
This relationship I will not persist
You can't explain your understanding so you resist
Avoiding confrontation nothing ever happened
Yet we can't discuss so it's blackened
Our existence liken to the fall of man
Funneling into the abyss
From which our nightmare began
Given to you all the deepness of my inside
Taken away the enclosed place to hide
Feeling used and abused and so abandoned
Escaping my life you become the phantom
Your spoken words of love "to the grave"
Have taken me under like the ocean wave
From this condition I have learned
Your had no concern
You never kept your word
The words of trust have been disposed
Into the grave to decompose
You will soon be facing March 2026..' Which as far as I am aware? Will be in
Many places.' Not offering local elections)
We often hear that 'all the power is held way beyond, the grasp of the general
Populace.' So maybe an apathy is grown
I wonder who that might benefit?
However why not ? As a whole nation
Refuse to vote altogther.' It looks as if
That may be a strong action..Against
All the machinations of a rouge system.?
That would negate any planned funneling
Of voters, any misinforming of people, in
Fact it would let the system filter through why it exists at all.? And whether elected
Mp's on the whole, work for the country or
Among themselves.? Or for G M O'S outside of the country.'
Twisty Pine
Trying to stand tall
With all scars exposed
Carved and gouged
Like the twisty pines
Bled slowly for their essence
Among a forest of disfigured
Unbandaged
Left to cry out forgotten tears
Of neglected fears
In silent slumbers asleep
Where dreams dissolve like sand
Through an infinity-glass
Dripping sweat into boiling oil
Like sap funneling into a brass cup
All to fuel this ceaseless machine
Called the foolish capitalist scheme
Where we self-victimize
And trust the political guise
To save us from our lies
While committing genocides
Right in front of our very eyes
And we milk the desperate
Chastise the disparate
Falsely loft the corporate
Empower the degenerates
Trying to stand tall
With my guts exposed
Scorched and brittle
Like the twisty pines
Bleeding through the burns
Among a forest of dismembered
Disbanded
Left to wait out the final years
As the inevitable collapse nears
In violent numbers they reap
Where teams divide the land
Like a supremacist class
Skipping threats, despoiling the soil
To tap crumbling veins until she dries up
All to fuel a caustic regime
Call all fools to prop this smokescreen
Time to self-aggrandize
At the cost of innocent lives
Teaching our children to despise
Without knowing where the hate truly lies
Why be real when you can pretend to be wise?
Trying to stand tall
With my roots exposed
Eroded and diseased
Like the twisty pines
Gripping to the ground
Among a forest of fallen
Decomposing
Left to die out with my broken peers
As earthen truth disappears
May my essence travel through the mycelium
Before the planet becomes a mausoleum
Transforming the scheme into a coalescence
Transmuting a dream into future’s presence
If you could see the light that guides you;
Blossoming forth into all that’s worth;
Traveling through far off places that are around you;
Crossing the roads to the gulled fort;
(Surrounds you)
You’re in deep depression as you confessing..
Of the Regression;
Blinding the lights as it glows in the night;
Funneling a path, which shows up also bright;
And in the mind of the prophets lurks;
The satisfaction of the , of Satan’s evil curse;
(Surrounds you)
You’re in deep depression as you confessing..
Of the Regression;
Through danger and death beware take it slow;
Or you my friend, my brother will have taken your last breath;
This is the testament;
It is so good to know;
(Surrounds you is the regression, regression)
And if and when you hear my cry, me cry;
You’ll be soon to know that I’ have died;
Poor buy lonely living in mans aggression;
On course to the events of worlds past depressions;
The world today is no better off than before;
We harness the A-bombs and engage in wars;
A holocaust which in regression takes its place;
A regression cosmic unbalances rearranging outer space;
Solar plexus, converting, destroying earth very face;
The creation was never ever so beautiful as regressions slowly moves in place;
All this my friends---
I find the coming of the beginning of the end;
If you could see the light that guides you;
Blossoming forth into all that’s worth;
Traveling through far off places around you;
Crossing the roads to the gulled fort;
Help us all Lord. We’re in Regression…
9/22/1970
Written words by James Edward Lee 1970, 2019©
In full respect to their feelings
Keeping her ego first
She sifted through his
Expectations funneling
Through every word
She marveled at his endurance
And speculated in cause
He refused ti say she loved him
His expressions caused her to applaud
In every meaning her glossary heard
His every word
She agreed with the understanding
He was wasting every word
She praised him as a compliment
And wished him the best
She told him he'd find another
She took time to introgest
Finally he desifered meaning
Knowing she was stuborn and mean
He kissed her upon her cheek
And turned back to leave
She told him if he were to leave
Than worlds would never be right
And everyone after her would deceive
He turn asking why
She said you wanted the truth
She told him she loved enough for
Him to father her children
But not enough for a
Me and you
Oh, March
you pompous windbag
howling in the hollows
of Winters fade.
Scattering Fall’s gold
across warmed mud,
billowing tree bound
plastic bag kites,
hoisting the weightless hawk.
Oh March
you city street sweeper
funneling debris
down tunneled alleys,
tearing at the edges
of flailing flags,
hastening the pace
of lethargy’s malaise.
Oh March
you docile lamb
caressing soft peeking buds,
nurturing the squawk
of nestlings,
nudging idle cocoons
to wakefulness,
warming ophidian
cold blood.
Oh March
you are the hint
of warming’s kiss
titillating Spring’s yawn.
John G. Lawless
©3/1/2018
"I open the door and cross the threshold of imagination"
~ A Rambling Poet ~
Deep in the center of a lush green forest, I found it -
a lovely solitary door atop a three-tier stone platform.
By simply pushing through it, I had opened up my mind.
I found myself atop a center tier
gathering fresh ideas. . .
readying for descent.
Starting the last step with those ideas
that dissolved together like liquid,
I let the words start to flow like
a river through a forest
of imagination -
as if by magic -
funneling down
the last step
to this
poem.
For the Contest of Constance la France: Three Gems
(using three different forms