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On Consideration of Tyranny
Postulating on the human condition with due irreverence
In incongruous arguments clawing at the conscience
Endless are the vacuous tools used at will
Of words like dirges slipping from the tongue
Tyrants on their serpent’s insidious game
Come with daggers at the throat of justice
Those minds that seek oppression as their friend
Firm ground is mired in cowardice and covers spoils
Slips into history’s decay
Two laws and worlds evolve, two worlds of different colors
One is the hue of wealth
The other, the black of poverty
To fall beneath, drown away in pockets of perverted air
Spoken in craven discourse over the all devouring depravity by such souls
Sponsored by our friends of anarchy
Drawn to that which is the black veil of life
That in that darkened soul to sin, oppressors came to win
Leave the world a better place?
Hell does refuse them at the gate
Is there a darker place to take them?
They serve themselves so cleverly and deadly
Clearly demonic but, rebuffed by Satan on the run
“Get out of Hell!” He yells. “Find another darker home!”
Repugnant In life and death their tyranny swims the sewers to breed
Trolling for more lost souls to conquer
As serpents garner favors from such darkened deeds
..continued from Part 1,
They're spraying whatever the hell they need,
To inhibit our solidarity,
to choke us out with noxious painful coughing fits, that rasp and stop our breathing - to create and induce an evil greed,
Lacking any oxygen and basic life giving harmony,
Dastardly bastard coward's war
- of the worlds, now spraying all, with evil banned impunity,
A constant mass of stealth chemical clouds to kill and maim so that once complete;
Envisioned preying on what is left of a once pure human community..
This was always planned of course, by their heinous secret band,
With its 'government of continuity'
Through covert means of Judeo-Masonic hidden hand,
Yet the bbc weather hosts shockingly now inform us,
Of hilarious coincidental
"normal contrails..",
Of course tho, what we witness now, is no such bloody thing,
Public perception a manipulation of their sadistic & habitual deeds, an occultic Pagan ring,
Happily their crappy insidious construct ultimately always fails,
Watch out for what you breathe in today, as it maybe the last breath you take,
It is certainly way past time now
to forcibly stop - the evil poisons
that they make,
We must not and will not ever concede to fall in line,
Nor even pretend; that everything is absolutely fine,
Turn up and look around use your God given ability - to now face;
Enough of those that cripple, invalid and divide, our birth right, And our connection to the Divine,
We, Mankind - God's own Human Race.
Kurt Hubbard-Beale
29th May 2023
During the “covid 19 & Global Warming" lies versus a genuine Mass awakening.
The PoetTree
Awaken Poetry. Awareness Poetry. Geopolitical. Philosophical. Music. Shared
In the darkest recesses of my mind
a maelstrom brews, a tempest unseen
epilepsy's insidious tendrils weave
a tapestry of chaos, thoughts ensnared
Every step a battle, every task a test
concentration's flame flickers, threatened
by the relentless onslaught of seizures' might
a never-ending siege, exhausting the light
I strain to articulate the anguish I bear
but words falter, inadequate to convey
the weight of judgment, the sting of disdain
a cruel ruse, a heartless refrain
Invisible, unseen, my pain is dismissed
a silent scream, a desperate plea
no licenses granted, no respite to claim
condemned to isolation's desolate plain
The world outside is deaf to my plight
blind to the torment that ravages my night
they judge with haste, from ignorance' dark well
oblivious to the silent wars I wage and quell
Medication's chains bind me, a prisoner of fate
a life sentence, day and endless night
side effects a constant, draining toll
a soul weighed down, a heart that's lost its role
In this labyrinthine mind, I search for peace
a refuge from the turmoil, a solace to release
epilepsy's indelible mark, a scar that remains
a solitary journey, punctuated by fleeting rays
Yet, in the darkness, a spark of hope appears
a community of warriors, united in tears
we share our stories, our struggles, our plight
together we rise, through the darkest of nights
In embracing my epilepsy, I find my strength
no longer ashamed, I'll rise, I'll length
for in my uniqueness, my power resides
an epileptic warrior, with dignity, with pride
Lifeblood of democracy hemorrhaging
ousting the "FAKE" president only recourse
to staunch impending grim demise,
since forefathers drafted
United States Constitution
ratified more'n two centuries ago
hoi polloi must take to the streets
denouncing severe curtailment
impinging sacred freedom of speech
linkedin with paramount bedrock provision
accessing unvarnished flint stoned "truth,"
nonetheless commander in chief
he quakingly, staunchly, vociferously...
excoriates, lacerates, repudiates...
one damning hermetically sealed,
iniquitous airtight, vacuum packed
flagrant misuse of power,
(not to mention nepotism)
invidious, insidious, injurious... infractions
incontestable, incontrovertible, contemptible...
significant melange in führer
re: hating deplorably
crooked basely barren
factual exposé after another,
deft correspondents all not quiet
along western front
(I heard Maria - mull remark)
bring "to light" execrable,
lamentable reprehensible...
gross transgressions
commander in chief
significantly overstepped
Pulitzer prize winning
prestigious storied publications
scathingly trounced, pillaried,
lambasted, insulted, denounced,
butchered, critiqued, demonized,
fricassed, gored, humiliated,...
pummeled, quartered, reviled
courageously expounding fiend
ensconced within his Taj Mahal
impregnable donjon, whereat he trumpets
laurels asper, nonpareil administration
laying groundless accusations
baring his white fangs,
twittering, naysaying, mocking.. supreme
renown gifted by "honest Abe"
recalcitrant commander in chief,
who refutes objectionable
dogged investigative journalism
every step of the way,
where dedicated news gatherers
risk life and limb
firing line reportage troopers
ferreting (foxlike) he/she
doth gopher precious nuggets
uncover alarming undisputable details
impossible to refute raw bits
agent provocateur freely colluding
immediately hashtashed poppycock
smarmy, snooty, snappy
beastly capital one ogre
blatantly castigating diligent endeavors
oblivious pie in sky
delusional egotistic haughtiness
bobblehead vilified by silent majority.
Insidious is internalized inception
What's real with all these questions?
Feels like I missed my alarm and slept in
Broken legs but I still chase affection
These walls are my blank expression
My mind is the home I'm trapped in
It's lonely inside an unfinished mansion
The sharp truth most people gaslight themselves and don't even realize it...
Have I detached so far from reality that my inner voice doesn't trust me?
Days go by while paralyzed in self-reflection
Empty walls don't reflect growth they echo stagnation...
If my mind is a prison am I both the inmate and the warden?
Isn't an unfinished house just a finished ruin?
Perhaps I should pick up a hammer?
And stop admiring the scaffolding as architecture.
Before every line, I've written is a eulogy for a life never lived...
Some say affection is a farce.
I’d surmise a soul who feels as such receives it in sparse parts.
Yet most will one day find themselves in amour.
As the Temptress ordains by coitus sustained, you will remain.
Not out of plight or by oath, but through providence.
For love is the ontological constant, so says the monogamous ominous.
That who created us oxytocin automatons with a volition so insidious, that both our spiritual and biological imperatives became synonymous.
If life were a game, than the deck is 51 cards; bearing one irrational inequivalence that's strikingly obvious.
The Ace of Hearts.
The fiercest and the kindest, as inconceivable as that may seem.
Yet if a boundless arithmetic exist in mathematics, than it will persist; to be the only quantity that realizes it’s infinite significance.
You are under his roof now...
Deny it not
You are his own comforter
Lay off of me, you stubborn child -
LEAVE ME!!
You feel perfect
When he's near...
When I appear...
You draw back in fear...
You are his property now
It's SO true -
You are a selfish, little liar
You burn me like flames
You called me nasty names
Your image transformed to shame
You witch!
I was caught under your spell...
You dwell...
IN DARKNESS...
Down you go in the abyss
You are so insidious....
Frankly, you've done enough damage
While I tried my hardest to break free
From the bondage
You dwell in the shadows
With the predator...
Lay off of me,
YOU total disaster
Obey your master -
the devil...
He found the road long and lonely.
From this seemingly endless trek to monotony,
He wished to enter a world, luminous and exciting;
A world spun in iridescent colors and shades.
He ventured to experiment with life
And in due course slipped into psychedelic pleasures.
As curls of cigarette smoke
Were expelled out from his nostrils
He floated on waves of psychedelic delight.
A buzzing sensation swept across all his nerves.
Overstepping the margins of reason
He slipped into a state of altered reality
Euphoria pulsed through his body from head to foot
Got transported into a fantasy world.
He savored the explosions of joy bubbles
And indulged in strange sensory delights.
The hippie culture cast a magic spell in him.
Fell in love with the insidious drug LSD
And often retreated into an illusory paradise,
With nothing tormenting his body or mind,
Reveling in the bliss of its comforting warmth.
The drug became part of his daily routine.
He experienced moments so surreal
Felt flying, floating and soaring in ether.
Living hallucinogenic, he didn’t know
How to keep himself sane or become light headed,
Without a hit of heroin or cocaine.
He was getting addicted to it day by day.
But the drug was slowly proving chaotic.
The pleasant short term therapeutic outcome of the drug
Was overshadowed by many of its tormenting effects
Exposed to irritability, fatigue, spasms and tremors,
He was becoming a menace to himself and others.
Relying on the drug always to fend off his affliction,
He was like an insect trapped in a web
And a hungry arachnid spinning shackles around him.
Thus, from psychedelic pleasures,
He moved into psychedelic trauma.
In the fragility of dreams
Slowly withers with the complexities
Of life while also overshadowing
Flowers on tufts of whorled branches and leaves
Drowning bleakness in unforgiving world
An infinitude of grief, death has stolen
Whilst the imperfections human has claimed
Infinity of disregarded blithe
And the unforgotten echoing sounds
While dreams grow bonding loss souls on restless
Moonless indigo sky, no stars dangle
Insidious sleep a chance of finding
Fragile trouble soul disastrous defeats
Which still doth grow fragility of dreams
5/18/2020
Perilous is the journey, sordid is the quest, flashing flirtatious desire,
Treacherous is gaudy aspiration, playing with torrid flames of fire;
No matter how thrilling, how visceral may feel this insidious chase,
Neither it is a road to endearment, nor is it a destination of grace.
Provocative is charming croon, simulating sound of love’s acclaim,
Exhilarating is ephemeral attraction, missives seductive inflame;
Audaciously feigning love, squalid is the phony paramour of shame,
Teasing emotions in tawdry games~ ignoble is his heartless name.
Allures of the dangerous dalliance, dazzle donning a seamy stance,
Hosting rendezvous immoral ~ an illicit dance of lurid romance;
Transient are escapades of infatuation, never meant to forever last,
Buried are their broken-hearts, in cemeteries of jilted forlorn past.
In interludes of life and time, wrinkles weary warn of receding age,
As lascivious phase, in book of life, begins to turn a fading page;
Revealing to glamor and courtship: the aura of beauty is long gone,
And nightmares of regrets have since robbed, avid dreams of dawn.
Obsession of lust wasn’t love~ admonish the sad memories of yore,
Promiscuity of casual encounters, pathos of remorse now abhor;
Wondering if it’s too late to long, for lasting bond of kindred hearts,
Before empathy of love departs, before the warmth of passion parts.