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6/19/22
This is not for the faint of heart
Another brain fart
While working by a hay cart
Near waters full of grey sharks
At night it all turned way dark
In order to get it done, had to take part
Occasionally began the great march
Many may bark
Often regretting what they start
Trying to interpret cave art
Intent is like that of Braveheart
Always got to keep my blade sharp
Close and far from any state park
As well as K-Mart
Confucius said
It's nothing new friend
Many do offend
Always those who pretend
As well as somebody out to do you in
I can't afford to lose again
I need to shoot ahead
To the end
Until I'm truly dead
No need for a Sudafed
Far too often it's lies not the truth spread
Not the same
As moth to flame
Too many caught in chains
Surviving off rotten grains
Suffering with no way to stop the pain
Tormented through a lot of games
Benefiting others by ill-gotten gains
Taking advantage of those with common aims
International sport is a God given gift,
football unites us like nothing else did,
nations unite singing songs to uplift,
they ooh and they ahh as they feel excited
Religion divides us, politics lies,
sport unlike music is an unwritten surprise,
it gives us great pride and puts tears in our eyes,
theatre's rehearsed where as sport has no lines.
Films are thought up with their plots twists and stuff,
football's in the moment, quick skill with some luck,
it's not shady business with sly ways to corrupt,
it's when thousands of people simultaneously erupt
Competition not war, where we win lose or draw
you watch and enjoy it then life goes on as before,
united gasps of air when the opposition team score,
then screaming come on there's still time on the board.
There is nothing else like it,
playing a nation when history was fighting,
meeting new people not stereotyping,
a game which leaves people the world over smiling
Dreams never die, nor does our hope,
we carry on for next time when our hearts are broke,
defeat can hit hard but it teaches us cope,
it's serious stuff that in hindsight's a joke
Rules to our game, every person the same,
I think without sport we'd be strangers again,
we'd probably war and seek ill gotten gains,
at least with our sport we live when there is pain
"War! What is it good for? Absolutely nothing." "There has never been a good war nor a bad peace." Quotations which held true for two separate generations. Nations declare war to increase their territorially expanse into other nations where it does not belong. They caste their covetous and greedy eyes upon rich natural resources. Why bother to trade with other countries?
When aggressive nations can snatch and grab their ill gotten gains. Trade routes and access to water ways. Nations were doing this before the beginning of recorded history. Before tribal groups organized themselves.
Focusing our attention spans. Backwards into the first Old Testament Biblical book of the Bible, Genesis. When Cain took a stone and killed his brother Abel, because he was jealous and filled with wrath. And people have been killing each other and declaring war ever since.
Warfare only provides an aggressive no win solutions to preexisting premediated circumstances'. Frequently spiraling rapidly out of the control of the waring nations. Resulting in massive genocide! Famine! Pestilences! World wide epidemics'! Why not read the last book of the New Testament Bible, The book of Revelations for yourselves? All warfare succeeds in accomplishing is "making the devil laugh." And widowers, widows, and orphans travail!
The Bible predicts the Psalm 83 middle eastern war. The Gog and Magog war mentioned in the Old Testament Book of the Bible, The book of Ezekiel. And finally the Battle of Armageddon mentioned in the book of Revelations.
The second coming of Jesus Christ to the earth, will occur at the sounding of the 7th trumpet. He will be riding a white stallion, and will have an escort service. The heavenly angels and the heavenly saints will be accompanying him. Both the False Prophet and the False Christ will be cast alive into the Lake of Fire! Satan, his fallen angels, demons and condemned mankind will be
joining him one thousand years later!
The Holy Trinity, the heavenly angels and saints. Both during the church age of trace and Tribulation saints will live to see. The one thousand year reign of Jesus Christ! The tribulation saints only will be able to reproduce themselves.
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
January 30, 2020
The dedication of this journalist gem
Whose writing, brought down
Drug dealing men
Eire's Sunday Tribune
And Sunday's Business Post
Newspapers of note, for in them she wrote
But it was the criminal world
And her writings so splendent
That craved her to write for the Sunday Independent
This brave reporter put her life on the line
To reveal to her country
Their drug filled slime
To avoid libel
Pseudonyms she chose
To protect the paper, from legal blows
Drug dealers uncovered
Showing their ill gotten gains
Irrespective of lives and families pains
Threats turned to visits, firing shots at her home
To deter her uncovering
In her investigative roam
Three months later she was shot in the leg
But the dedication of her
Thousands of newspapers were read
Near Newlands Cross
On the outskirts of Dublin
On a motorbike, two men with a gun
At a traffic light junction
With a Magnum .357
Ireland's Journalist Jewel, was taken to heaven
The name of this gem
Veronica Guerin
" In memory of a brave woman, wife and mother who took on the
criminal underworld in Dublin, Eire "
Mexican activists say we took Mexican land by war
From California to Wyoming, a theft they can't ignore.
They want the land back, and they see a way to succeed
Massive movement over the border, then one day to secede.
They call it "Reconquista": the new country "Aztlan."
They have help from leftists, who seek votes where they can.
Myself, I'm conflicted, why give up any state?
But as to fairness, its a reasonable debate.
On the other hand you can look at the Mayan empire
It didn't reach this far, even if they had the desire.
The Aztecs didn't either, it was only after Spain took charge:
That Mexico reached so far north, that Mexico got large.
There's a lot of outreach from Mexico to migrants here
They talk of U.S. materialism, but the irony is clear
The migrants come for more "dinero", that's the main drive
If not materialism, then what makes them arrive?
In World War One, Germany feared the U.S. would join the fray
So it tried to get Mexico to help it fight the U.S.A
It said Mexico could get Texas, California, with Germany's aid
This outraged the gringos, and a price was paid..
But the dream of Reconquista still rises, it remains
And again, I'm conflicted, were those states ill-gotten gains?
We made excuses like "Manifest Destiny", or a Texas border fight
I can't wrap my head around who's wrong and who is right.
I don't want the package of Mexican rule and leftist control
Arizona is part of our history, California played a role.
Don't want to learn Spanish, or bow my head to a cartel
There are problems south of the border, things don't go so well.
But the Reconquest is big, I'm reading "The invisible Coup"
Peter Schweizer writes of what activists want to do.
Birthright citizenship also means Chinese fly here to give birth
Brought up in China, then a million voters on our turf.
These are issues to confront; do we make a stand?
Did we take it by force, do we belong on the land?
Mexico was taken by conquistadores, maybe they should go back to Spain?
Arguments go both ways, but hard questions do remain.
A country in Africa's kaleidoscope of culture,
Unique and blessed, with natural and human riches to nurture.
Roles blur, names defy convention's might,
Husbands are "Baby," sons are "Daddy," in this whimsical sight.
Saturdays are sacred for weddings' joyful sound,
Car keys and iPhones float, pocketless, without a bound.
Relatives rush to bury, but shy from business aid,
A paradox of priorities, in this land of ironic trade.
Egusi soup in ice cream containers, a culinary surprise,
Dogs named "Tiger," barbers' false promises, in compromising guise.
Married men lament cheating girlfriends, a twisted web,
DETERGENT is OMO, noodles are INDOMIE, in this land of branding's ebb.
In this land of contradictions, "yahoo boys" are condemned,
Yet secretly adored, their ill-gotten gains, a guilty pleasure to amend.
"Pen robbers" wear suits, masks of respect,
Called "honourables" by day, their true selves, neglected.
Labourers toil, with sweat and tears, yet no fruits to show,
Branded "lazy youth", their struggles, nobody knows.
Altar robbers are "clergy", "men of God", or "god of men",
A title to conceal, a web of deceit, a game of pretence.
One medicine cures all, a panacea's promise, or so it's claimed,
Alhaji for the rich, Aboki for the poor, a title's weighted game.
Youthful locks turn white, elderly hair turns black,
Africa, a land of wonder, where contradictions create and participate.
A joy giver to the world, Africa's essence shines so bright,
A land of laughter, tears, and beauty, in all its complex light.
I love this country, in all its quirky, lovable, and mystifying charm,
Guess the country that captivates, defies, yet charms.
civilrights/votingrights/democracyreform
update on communication of opinion with senator warren
constitutional means and measure as provided in description of property
antitrust boredom
petrol
the contemporary lobbying for additional police
in policy writing equates
to the value of ignition of petrol
rather than the clerical error correction
of a homeless person becoming american
that prepaid property of the citizen is in trial
as evidence at the moment
exiting a sealed indictment for all
of those who accepted the transaction
ill gotten gains
from the ill in the streets
knowingly watching americans die
while issuance of wealth was described
in due process
allowance of interpretation of placement
of individual case by case of medical need
present day has concluded process of intelligent quotient ability
of laws to enforce death certificates as an economic
recovery interest in the mortality of exposure sector
of mathematical finite means for speech.
civil rights as commodity?
#civilrights #commodity #zen #buddhism
That diamondback with turquoise eye
Beneath the copper colored sky
Is best left there alone to lie
Aware of ev'ry passerby
Commanding it's respect
But lofty prowling also reigns
If not supreme its threat remains
So vigilance is what maintains
The losses equal to the gains
This delicate balance to protect
Each predator will become prey
When stars of night find stars of day
The system was designed that way
To keep the intellect at bay
That would upset that order
LIke most designs it has its flaws
For those who don't respect its laws
And seek to fill rapacious jaws
Displaying disrespectful maws
Which grin within disorder
The snake that lies in plastic grass
The raptor’s flight through prismal glass
Are visions meant not but to pass
As though they were but sheen on frass
Only useful when they’re rent asunder
Philosophers are left to ponder
Why nature would allow this wander
'Tween balance here, disorder yonder
Peacemakers struggle… troublemakers squander
Ill-gotten gains, their rotten plunder
The speakers cracked to life.
"Please stand for the pledge of Allegiance."
"One nation under God indivible with liberty and justice for all."
Liberty and Justice for all?
Is that what we are making up it to be?
While people are being ripped from their families
And we are claiming to be the land of the free?
While "police agents" are killing people based on what they see, hear, and think?
United?
More like divided.
While people are trying to decide if it's alright to strip away what should have been provided?
Democracy?
Really?
While we are letting a man with over 30 felonies have a presidency?
But I guess we have never changed.
Racism has been injected into the veins of the land of the ill-gotten gains.
It stems from the roots.
The aggression towards people who are not the same.
But yet they want us to be,
"One nation under God indivisible with liberty and justice for all"
I rode a bicycle frae ma Highland estate
The heather was purple, the weather was great
Then my cell phone rang, the news verra bad
Ma hoose was on fire, everything I had
My crypto passwords could go up in smoke
My Ponzi scheme clients would not think that a joke
My offshore accounts, my ill-gotten gains
All turning to ash, all down the drain.
**(Chorus)**
Oh pedal, lad, pedal, yer empire’s ablaze
an orphaned blockchain, an untraversable maze.
From hedge funds to hedges, it’s all gaun wrong
You can’t outrun fraud on a bicycle, son.
I knew there would be hell to greet
So I reversed, pedaled like an athlete
Three miles back I ran into sheep
An endless flock like a mudflow did creep.
I jumped the wall of the M-90, my bike and me
Nearly became a historic debris
A lorry driver honked, let out a curse
I gave an appeasing smile, couldn't get worse.
Jumped over the wall to another rural road
Orange haze rising—I was in panic mode
Then a large stag stepped calmly in my way
Looked at me like he had all day.
A copper on a motorbike came from behind
I thought this was truly the end of the line
I told him the missus and bairns were ahead
But really I had to salvage crypto instead.
He shot in the air to make the deer go away
I made it to the manor, the firemen bade me stay
I saw my years of conning disappear into the sky
A few ashes flew past like a sarcastic goodbye
Noo folk frae the shadows are seeking their fee
They’re no keen on excuses—they’re hunting for me
I’m hiding on Mull where the sea eagles cry
It’s bonnie as heaven… I’m likely tae die
Outwitted by sheep… and a stag wi’ a stare
In Scotland, lad, crime dis-nae get ye far there.