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As I sit and watch
Watch you denounce the obligatory violence
Announcing and pronouncing the fabricated freedom
Joyfully commemorating and celebrating your assassinated true leaders
The enemy killed not the leaders but the ideas
You buried not them but the ideologies intended to truly liberate you
6 feet deep under the ground,
Saying they shall multiply and long live!
Chanting slogans with no comprehension just for the rhythm and sound
Deep into the ground
Burying your true liberation from colonization
Being sold the false hope of FREEDOM.
As I sit and watch
Watch black man selling his kinsmen to the highest bidder
Manipulated by the enemy to think he is better and different
Better than the poor masses who sacrificed themselves to be his ladder up
You are no different black man
You are just a slave in a black tie
They bribe you with a cheque from your forefathers’ fortune and wealth
They use you to steal in your own pocket
Stealing your legacy to your enemy
Yes they are right ‘You are different’
The difference between us is your inanity.
As I sit and watch
I watch my brothers and sisters been turned to be educated slaves
Enslaved by a mere pen and paper
A piece of paper segregating us and determining our destiny
Desired so hard by many to own to serve the enemy
They chose very well the useless texts to colonize and brainwash you
They planned so well to systematically oppress you
They took the weaker with no vision to execute their plans
As I sit and watch
I watch them say “save that one in a cell we might use him later”
I watch them say “kill that one he is too stubborn, a true leader and he is a threat”
I watch them with white collars reading the scriptures that say ‘a slave must obey his master’ and shouting PEACE BE UNTO YOU!
I watch them on the other hand brutally killing, raping and stealing.
Wake up black man and liberate yourself
No one will
Not even your so trusted leaders
You are not yet uhuru and so is your Azania
They stole your land with a bullet and you shall get it with a bullet not negotiations and commissions
Free yourself
Decolonize your education
To truly liberate the coming generation
Preach not their gospel but Africanism and socialism
ALUTA CONTINUA!!!!
#I WRITE TO PROMOTE NO VIOLENCE BUT TO LIBERATE
How could you be so chaste
leaving me by myself to waste
Letting me rot away inside
like some hidden away lie
White lies black truths
Closed mouth
Ears
Eyes
To the injustice of a life taken away by the string leading to a master
Puppeteer
A disguiser whose costumes fool the innocent soul
Only to steal them away before the heart can break completely
Deteriorated inside
Mind numb and cracking
Fingers pulling at hair trying to feel
Trying to hurt
Any pain is better than nothing
Any pain in better than breaking down
The resounding hums of your words sink into my ears
Follow through with your talk
Hands strike out and secrets are made
Hid behind a false charade
And the shadows of people stare
But no one dares to become real for even a moment to intervene
Not their place to get between
The master and his slave
Sold by self to the highest bidder
Promises of happily ever after shattered by the reality of love
Contorted and twisted
This can’t be real love
But it’s the only love I’ve ever known
So I accept my fate and submit to the side effects of a choice
A path not well chosen
Guilt lay squarely on my own shoulders
Crumbling under the pressure of stares and words
Marks I can hide but as I die slowly from the inside I wonder if
Hiding is really worth the effort
Energy put into a smile
Acting as if my heart is still within me
Rather than attached to my beloved
As he walks away without looking back
I fall to my knees and plead, hoping for even a sign of regret
I know he isn’t a knight in shining armor
But he is my savior from myself, my prince charming
All decked out in hellfire
Leaving bruises where his caress leads, leaving cuts upon his anger
Unsure of where I stand any given moment
I know this isn’t a life I always dreamed
No tale Disney worthy
but when it’s what you need to feel wanted
the want wants and leaves you wanting more
more touch
more heat
more fire
more feeling
even if it’s pain
because the pain is only out of love
whispers flitter past but I am deaf and he is disappearing slowly out of my vision
disapating from my mind
as surely as he came
picking up the broken doll I was
he left
leaving behind the broken pieces even more tarnished
This poem is not meant to be a speech nor is it written to offend or give anyone blame.
It just a mere observation of how today leaders choose to bring civilasation back into the slave trade.
What a confusion of misconception when one term is mistaken in conversation.
Horrors of slavery now waterdowned for modernization.
Underpaid abuse workers identified as no different from mass excavation from African nations.
How can slavery still exist when slaves broke the law back then.
And now modern slaves can use the law to protect them
Still we debate how to eradicate slavery.
Without the admittance of our desrire for more for less
Still we debate, but not on how propaganda can work for our interest.
How can shackles and chains, branded and slained
Be compared to smuggle and threatened, low pay and mistreated.
Imagine generations of babies born into slavery with no prospect of ever knowing anything different
Imagine seeking refuge, better life but being tricked into cheap labour.
Absolute sub human bondage that we wont tolerate for our wildest of wildlife
Force to work long hours with minimum pay so stakeholders can get their share.
Cotton picker slaves, plantation slaves, breeding slaves, game slaves under institutions designed to seek maximum gained whilst inflicting maximum pain.
Started out seeking refuge and a better life but conned into taking a different path of trouble and strife.
Sold to the highest bidder in auction houses, record kept for compensation and ownership.
Smuggle underground,whilst living next door in total hardship.
Nowadays, topic,how to end modern day slavery.
Back then was how to universaly enforce it.
Nowadays slavery,redemption and even compensation.
Back then not even criminalization only normalisation.
Slavery means seveitude multiply by desititute then magnify it by four hundred years equals privileges with blood stain riches.
Exploitations means, starting with gratitude trick into solitude minus Non Gratis equals affordability without resposibility.
Please stop trying to rewrite history with mystery
Inorder to patronized your higher devious morality.
George Washington would never believe it and call it a crying shame. I have observed the prohibition of prayer in public schools. Free speech is not free but is for sale to the highest bidder. Moreover, there is an attitudinal atmosphere suggesting that any speech that is not my own should be abridged, censured, or abolished. Traditional norms and family values are dropping like flies under the spell of pesticides. The Bible is considered to be narrow-minded hate-speech. I have seen people terrorized, their civil rights decertified and denied. Moral values have been devalued, set aside, and liquidized; Constitutional rights are diluted, disputed, and no longer solidified. Whatever happened to the great 'thinkers'? I have noticed the terminal illness and demise of noble ideas. Education is being replaced with political persuasion and propaganda.
Abraham Lincoln would never accept it and call it a crying shame. Minority rights are being revised, realigned, reassigned, and redefined. I have witnessed human rights ignored, disregarded, and not prioritized. The cultural revolution is forging ahead in jet-propulsion speed like there is no tomorrow nor time of reckoning. Belief in evolution is man's best hope for a future without accountability. There are no absolutes nor need for resolution. Majority rights are brought into question, unguaranteed, and in retreat. Equal rights are desired but unclarified, undefined, and unobtained. I have beheld the orchestrated disappearance of common sense, and before long we shall be worry-free because 'Big Brother' will always come to our defense. Alien rights are well protected, highly promoted, and unwisely provided. There is a free admittance of subjectivity and the utter rejection of objectivity. I started to weep when I realized that sanity is being burned at the stake. I'm hoping and praying that we return to our senses before it's too late.
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He claims to be better and different than all those who came before him.
Yet, if he is different, he is likely to become like all the rest when he arrives.
Beware of those who align themselves with entities and ties at home and
abroad, known by the elete and powerful but unknown by you and me.
If he is more concerned about being a citizen of the world than one in his
own district, be aware that he's not planning to work for or represent you.
He is much too intelligent to be named Pinocchio or Benedict Arnold, but
do beware of the politician who lies, and lies, and lies, and lies again.
He knows he is lying and he knows that you know that he is lying, but
awareness of his deception does not stop him, because he and you
know all too well that you 'can't handle the truth'. If he's dishonest, it matters not if he's from a blue or red state. He spends everybody's
money and a little of his own, and when he is elected and occupies his office, he spends our money as fast as it can be printed. Occasionaly, there are some who spends millions of their own. Once in a great while there may be a patriot or statesman among them, and you can usually spot
them by the way they regard the Constitution, principles, and policies upon which our country is founded. If you and I are truely sincere about supporting a politician who is true and trustworthy, we will pay attention to what he has done in the past and not what he promises to do in the future and most
assuredly what he has done for us 'lately'. Never mind the tone of his voice, the look of compassion and passion upon his face, because if he is a master of deception, you'll not be able to detect the cleverness by which he operates. We must be very decerning to determine if he is a servant ready to serve or a product ready to be bought and sold to the highest bidder.
022620PoSpCtest, Warning, Richard Lamoureux. 2P
Too little
too late
God said to me
in this dream I had about fate
So I asked him
what did he expect,
A goody two shoes
a prophet
a saint
to be something I ain’t
Not at all he said
I want to be entertained
Eternity is boring
mostly people snoring
especially at night
and during the day on occasion
Look god! I walk around an
Amazon warehouse all day
pigeon-holing tat
picking this and that
How am I supposed to amuse you
Well I do enjoy you
breaking stuff on purpose
sabotaging the line
Bunking off for a smoke
going to the toilet
and drinking erm… doing coke
Ok hands up!
I admit
I’m a total chancer
and do stuff I shouldn’t
But it’s alright isn’t it
that Amazon place is full of s-hit
Yes it is a terrible kip
but more fun when you entertain
Like in your last job
listening to you lie
not taking the blame
asking me to help out
In your moment of doubt
All that stuff you stole
and barely got away with
on the whole
That was quite funny!
Oh the (paper and plastic) I gathered,
before selling it to the highest bidder
Throwing expensive stock out in the trash
The owner was a bastard
all things considered
a miserly swine
But nevermind
Thanks!
I did need a dig out that time
Hey! remember when I was aged about 7
and was told my pal went to heaven
Why did it happen
A year later walking to school with another kid
he was only 8
And that nut-job attacked us with a hammer
Put a hole in my friends head
The blood pumped in fountains of red
I thought he was dead
All the gore I’ve seen
witnessed a killing at 18
Trying to hold down an abattoir job in between
Yes! Life ain’t pretty by design
sometimes the stars just won’t align
Others times they go nova
and leave black holes behind
still you’ll never really understand
The powers in command
So how about this poem
Will it see me home
Does it amuse you
are we cool?
You’re still alive aren’t you!
By
David Kavanagh
analogous to expending precious Air Supply
embellishing, modifying, revising, et cetera
a poem crafted about fourteen months ago.
I take stock and revisit good ole days of yore
quite conscious undeclared state of war
prevails within body (Electric
Light Orchestra) of troubadour,
whereby creative juices did perforce pour
forth as if sung by one man koor;
now he haply seated at his Macbook Pro
today April 29th, 2022
accompanied with Christopher Robin,
Winnie the Pooh, and Eeyore.
Since January thirteenth of this year
(two thousand and twenty two),
yours truly suddenly feels
long in the tooth, i.e. auld,
he whose decrepit body and
gnarled hands ice cold
senility and senescence doled
rigor mortis virtuous vice grip extolled
coronavirus (COVID-19) motherlode
courtesy geomorphology dynamism fold
analogous to discovered vein of mined gold
grim reaper with scythe doth silently infold
(in Old English, scythe spelled siðe)
ore yonder church bell knolled
anonymous beat nickles less,
dime a dozen, day late
and dollar short sexagenarian
dropped out of Culture Club
(any strong resemblance between said poet
whose Grateful Dead head lolled,
and once living person purely coincidental)
death and decay, I lichen to mold
meself finally nill and void nolde
of unwanted excessive fleshy flab
scant personal possessions outsold
to highest bidder polled.
Dead weatherbeaten and fatigued soul
with absolute zero regret
no longer being alive,
immortality impossible mission to connive,
especially when endurance and stamina
took kamikaze nose dive
formerly earthlinked buzzfeeding
desiccated honeycomb hive
in tandem with former anxiety riddled psyche
need no longer worry
his existence perfect example
how hardship did misthrive
death be not proud penultimate quest
since adolescence (think anorexia nervosa)
he did (unsuccessfully) strive.
I woke one morning feeling something wasn’t right
Something went missing dead in the night
I searched my closets and night chest
Went through every drawer of that old wooden desk
But nothing was missing nothing at all
Not my 75-inch flat screen or anything small.
Then I realized it was part of my soul
and in its place laid a large empty hole
I tried to tape it up & I also used glue
Eventually knowing that nothing would do.
Soon I needed a GPS to make it through the day
some type of guidance, for I couldn’t find my own way
I forgot how to dance and sometimes I stumbled
My life was going down and starting to crumple.
People asked had I lost weight or did I cut my hair
A piece of my soul was missing & it just wasn’t fair.
I felt my spirit fading and wasn’t going to last
I had to find that part of me, really fast.
I scanned facebook and inquired on twitter
checked ebay if my soul went to the highest bidder.
Then soon after that, someone stole my heart
Was this some conspiracy that I wasn’t apart?
For days I tried to find it in every face I meant
but all that left me with was dismay and regret.
Finally, I remembered the man who had my heart last,
so, I hopped in my truck and I drove very fast.
I abruptly kicked in his door and demanded it back
and threatened his dog if it tried to attack.
The man passionately told he didn’t want to let it go
he kept it close to his heart if I needed to know.
I asked him if he had that part of my soul as well
Just my heart was all he could tell.
He kissed me so gently and held me tight
we loved over and over until the morning light.
The next day he promised he’d help me find my soul
Find that piece that would make me whole
I breathed a sigh of relief as I felt no harm
finding myself in this man’s arms.
It was the first time in weeks I felt no dread
So, I patted his dog and we went back to bed.
I know some will dismiss this
As nonsensical chatter
Call it philosophical blabber
Think of it as mind over matter
Ask questions and trash the answers
Because they, quote unquote
Challenge the status quo
It’s insane but I get it
I see life in its totality
See, I have an eye for quality
I see the larger in the microscopic
But sir, you’re running off topic
Your thoughts are clattered
And your responses are scattered
Stick to what you’ve mastered
Take a time, gather together
The fragments of matters that matter
Or risk becoming intellectually stagnant
I present a challenge to the status quo
My talk ousters popular prejudice
I challenge responses to clichés and quotes
My thought pushes the envelopes
Of commonly accepted notions
Upsets notations and connotations
And focuses on promotion
I’m no prophet but I promise
This message will bring some profit
May the reader understand
I’m not trying to frustrate or flatter
I’m not trying to understate
I’m trying to highlight some items that matter
But, if you ask, it doesn’t matter
Accept or reject, I will not be bothered
I’ve been rejected before, slaughtered
On the altar of convenience
Offered to the highest bidder
Priced according to physical relevance
Since my record was insignificant
I was given away for free
Treated like the ultimate freak
Because from a purely human point of view
I was nothing, not worth a moment’s review
A wall marked with obscenities and graffiti
A scrub, strutting, fronting like I was something
When I was nothing,
Residue from a mafia-type system
Until my debt was paid and personal status
Updated from non-valid to valid
From worthless to earnest
And thanks
To the cry that broke through the sky
And vanished my crime and gave me a sign
It was the stitch in time that saved nine
And now my soul
Bears true signs of the stigmata
Step into the world of a crazy
Marshmallows aren't what they seem
clouds in 3d float in the sky
giving the impression that evil will happen.
Flat on ur back legs apart
Whose is it gonna be you or the dammed in the corner
Murmuring unholy is he
The Sinister the saint
The forbidden Love
young girls innocence
Salvating eyes of the darkened soul
Strokes pleasure
Cent of puberty
peaks the arrousal
Young virgins purity
Such Vile creatures ravishing those untainted little bodies
entering with such violence
Afterwards Leaving us to be placed on the dining table floor
Hungry dogs lapping up scraps of what little purity is left
Seconds thirds
I don't know how many
I lost count
Besides it's just
Daddy's Late-night prayer meeting for the rightous
Doll house perfect
Don't open the curtain
pain n misery
Lil China doll on display
Plastic parts inanimate objects
Eat those smashed bones
Masked faces
choke down glass shards
cutting from the inside
Pressure tight cramping pain
Bloated swollen filled
Doesn't it feel good
The Devil requests no permission
Pumping his Pioson inside
running rampant with in this dirty vessel
Unwilling bodies made best for the ink blotted stains
Unwelcome serum left to lay inside this unholy child
Rot begins to tarnish the soul
Decaying and death rest between those little girl legs. Of a sticky mess
A resting place for the disguised
It's just a body for the disrurbed
go clean inside ur secret place
A tribute for the religious
Forbidden fruit
cherry red apple worm hole rot
The ugly sweet delicious
We never saw there faces
We were unnamed
But they taught us
Pearl of great price
Something we learned
Earlier in church today
Who knew we were to be auction off to the highest bidder
Prophets
Missionaries
It was our temple they sold