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Violation of human rights.
With no regard of the psychological damage.
The parental alienation of lies spewed from your tablecloth.
No decorations for his empty room.
No hugs from mom.
No kisses on the forehead, or uplifting aspirations from my words of wisdom.
Emotional absence while you worship money.
Void of teaching the love of family, and bonds that are to last forever.
As you severed the beautiful relationship between mother & son.
Caring about yourself.
As you fail to fathom what you have done.
Your actions, have created a wall in which you have built.
As you carry no guilt with a barbarian like mentality.
Lacking the essential skills to cooperate; as you alienate.
An eruption of emotions as you escalated a high jacking of my sunshine.
Keeping him from a beloved mother that protected, and nurtured.
As you cruelly navigate scatology from a woman that has no regard for truth.
Choosing a mate that only cares about her looks, and fake persona.
While he lays in his bedroom looking at the empty wall.
His phone full of Anime….
Working long hours to escape his fate…..
It’s a shame you chose such a hateful, greedy, manipulative mate……
Following rules, we learned as kids,do you remember?
Do not take another's pencil, it is a sin, nor their precious toys
nor dimes to in your pockets, put in,
What allows us now, to steal with such giddy, sin-filled ploy?
Whether be it a car-jacking or a despicable looting done on camera
with grimacing, hideous joy?
Most of us are not thieves, and raise heck at plagiarists!
But things now escaped in adults as crooks as forgers or "fraud-sters anonymous."
The simple truth is that things taken, display a huge lack of integrity,
And simply fail, with their lack of character and bald- faced chicanery.
Play up front and honest is my call.
Pretend you made a home-run,when in fact, all you had was a foul ball?
Winners fulfill promises, losers on their faces will fall.
Cheating wins no games in life, that's a big loser's call.
1-5-2021
8am PST
Dedicated to Maria, my daughter, a woman of ethics and
elected to office legally. Thank you. It was a hard road but
you made a difference for the good~ in many!
Wow~ a woman of integrity. Without that, nothing works.
Love, Mom
I still stand
Have a chance
Mike in my hand
Lyrically band
Drums beating
Cymbals clashed
Titans passed
Powers situations
Bolts metaphorically hating
Pacing Blues
Sue pursue
Royalties with no moves
Jacking prices
To get a sail
Back down river bends and boats
Seattle with no coasts
Trailing door knobs without a turn
Skipped
Tripped Sun burn
Comcast
Infinity
Antennas remotely
Coated Symphony
Operatic Anomalies
Fake paced with properties
State faced moralities
Given sentence no warning
Exclamation interrogation
Periodically visitations
Paroled up
Handcuffs taken to another case
What stand
Back at it again
Chance
Hi everybody, I am nobody; Why do all the somebodies keep jacking my... junk.
Nothing I say changes or sways opinions: Stop looking for LINES WITH the punch.
I am out to lunch, just a li'l old nobody, a termagant, with a rant. I am no-one:
Why is someone getting paid to monitor?
What I say, in no way could effect change...So why are you checking and holding my post hostage with all this blockage ...? What a waste of money and time.
I do not put thoughts on anyone's mind.
Nor do I give sight to the blind. Gees-us, I am just a no-one, that anyone listens to. Nor adheres to, or cheers for-Or care for - Or even cares too.
So please let me speak freely and stop thinking that I am making quantum leaps; When we” nobodies” are in a huddle, trying to jump over this little puddle.
The “Somebodies” are making asses out of the masses”.
You enjoy seeing me beat my wings against the bars. Or like a lab rat going through your maze to take the bait, you’d like to see me get Irate: (for more than four hours, our mainstream team) got played out of position, berated us, with a football hiatus. Black, brown, and white united for a non-cause, adrenaline screaming at the same screen.
You want to know my reaction, is that how you get satisfaction?... Well "beat your feet to the beat" of my jaws jabbing -
The somebodies are setting traps.
But I am a smart rat. I am nobody, and nobody didn’t go for that.! Even if you could catch my drift.
Someone went to great lengths to create that rift.
Everyone cannot see what I am saying; Could never, “see what I am saying”, because what I am saying is only for those who need to know!
"Do you see what I am saying". “I am just saying”.
Those of you who hear me "Holla":
But don't take the bait, or get sidetracked, stay focused, “pay attention to what's not being mentioned”.
Check and see how many moves were made when you were looking in the other direction. Always remember the greatest weapon they have is the “Weapon of Mass Distraction” Which, stops everyone's actions, and counteractions.!
“that is all I am saying”
A message from nobody.
WISDOM OF OZ/Words/
THEY CALLED HIM THE WISDOM OF OZ/A BALLER, BANGER/ WITH A WIDE RANGE OF KNOWLEDGE
INTO THE STREET LIFE OF PIMPIN’,LOAN SHARKING, SHAKE DOWN’S,GRAB –N-SNACH/ DON’T LEAVE YOUR DAUGHTER’S ON THE STUP MAN/ THE WIZDOM OF OZ WILL TAKE ‘EM/TURN ‘EM OUT/AND HAVE THEM ON THE BLOCK THE NEXT DAY/ HE WAS A SLICK HUSTLER/ HIS UNCLE SMOKEY TOUGHT HIM HOW TO BE THAT WAY/WHEN THE DARK NITE WOULD FALL UPON ALL THE BOROUGs IN THE BIG CITY/HE WOULD LAUNCH HIM SELF/ He Called himself THE MID-NITE MISSILE OF HUSTLE OF SWITCH –N-BAIT THROUGH OUT THE FIVE BOROUGHS OF NEW YORK AND UP STATE/BUT DIG/ONE DAY WHILE LISTENING TO A STRIP CLUB SOUND TRACK IN HIS HEAD/ HE REALIZED THE ULTIMATE TAKE DOWN ON SOCIETY WAS IN HACKING AND JACKING THE TECHNOLOGY OF THE DAY/ MAN TABLET’S, IPAD’S,IPHONE’S,LAPTOP’S/WITH HUNDREDS OF THOUSANDS OF THEASE DEVICES RIDING THE NEW YORK SUBWAY EACH DAY/ WHY THE ULTIMATE HUSTLE /WITH BIG TIME DEVICE COMPANIES HYPING UP THEIR PRODUCT TO THE GENERAL PUBLIC/ THAT THEY CAN OWN WITH CONFIDENCE AND KNOW THAT THERE PRIVACY WILL BE PROTECTED IN SOME KIND OF WAY/ WAS THE FALSE FRONT THE WISDOM OF OZ NEEDED TO RUN HIS GAME DOWN/EVERY WHERE YOU LOOKED/
FROM MANHATTAN TO THE BRONX TO STANTAN ISLAND AND QUEENS/TO STANDING IN LINE or BUYING A PAIR OF JEANS/ THE MASSES OF PEOPLE WOULD BE WALKIN’-N-TALKIN’ AND NOT AWARE OF WHERE THAY WERE A OR WHO THEY WALK INTO/
Where you headed
When your on the run
Staring down the barrel
Of a loaded gun
Blue lights in the rear view
Life’s looking dim
Push the pedal harder
Escape the unlawful grim
No money for food
Thieving at night
Jacking and selling
Will all my might
Dealers and creatures
Of the night
Sidelying shadows
Oh what a sight
Sun creeps up
Moon goes down
Running like crazy
A faceless clown
Nowhere is somewhere
Running around again
Escaping my dark fate
Can’t see the end
Sun goes down
Moon rises up
Blue lights in my rear view
Ain’t life tough
Where are you going
When your on the run
Looking down the barrel
Of a loaded gun
Thoughts aren’t normal
Drug fueled craze
Can’t see straight
Through all the haze
Finally caught and
Locked in a cell
Life’s looking bleak
Scared as hell
It's another morning and I'm so fortunate
To awaken and enter another day
I reflect for a few moments
And remember the ones who strayed
For many a reason this has happened
Mans inhumanity to man is one
Car jacking in many cultures
Or the bullet from many a gun
Rapists, paedophiles and murderers
No care for the victims they claim
Be it needle, chair or rope
Taken out should be our aim
And now I speak of the gangs
Their bravado speaks volumes to them
Peer power within their families
In my eyes they'll never be men
To the politicians I care not to look
Never tarring them all the same
It's the ones that lie through their teeth
Power and riches their illegal fame
The next morning I awake once again
And reflect on the decent out there
Much time I can reflect about them
To the good I can always fare
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/life-14.php
No matter by
Adam and the Ants,
this inquisitive mind
doth wonder why
tis virtually imp
possible to envision
subatomic particles
that jockey and vie,
asper analogous, sans
microscopic solar systems,
which invisible orbitz unify
constituent molecular
entities kept intact
(for some designated
amount of time),
which for simplicity sake, thy
will imagine to freeze
frame, and esse spy
one fleeting instant,
and deem such
ordinarily random
behavior arbitrarily static -
even though unseen vibrant
matter aswirl and dynamic,
perhaps vaguely emulating
(of course, a bajillion times
smaller than a pinhead)
Catcher in the Rye,
or perchance, there
could be at least one
(maybe more) byte size
Matthew Scott Harris try
ying to write
a poem, analogous
to a parallel universe,
(uh huh...sure right -
just play along),
yea, I hear that sigh
anyway, if possible
to zoom and pry
into subatomic webbed
wide world well nigh,
I gently urge
you to visualize,
and make believe
dramatic killing fields
akin, (and/or
ache'n) to My Lai
destroy, (and
frankly zap ping)
potential vitality, thus high
jacking regenerative
cellular capacity
eventually cause
zing carbon based.
i. e. organic life to die.
E mu Numba
E mu Numba
Pick your number
Right in your dream
Or from the whispers
Of the mad woman who lives
Sane by the garbage heap.
E mu numba
The young and old
Whose riches have been foretold
By numbers in red and blue
Crucified on the walls of the lotto shops
And on large crimson screens.
E mu numba
Those naira notes swallowing machines
Only defecate ribbons of papers
With the destiny of woes in print
Naira by naira keeps disappearing
While new numbers keep appearing
Can’t you see you are going mad
Starving foolishly on fad?
You now ask what numbers people see in their dreams
What time people’s appointments were fixed
And what number the mad woman by the road bellowed
They are jacking your pot while you keep dreaming of a jackpot.
E mu numba
Brother pick yours too
Like it were some diamond stone
Or some investment notes
Since your father passed it on to you
So you should be proud passing it on to your kids.
O ya r-e-s-i
Baba o ni k-a-l-o-k-a-l-o
Get more water to fill the basket
While you starve your children
Feed the machine with your savings
And wait foolishly for your cravings.
Houses are bought over
On every conspicuous corners
To summon people like you
That dream of riches
From the betting houses
To offer to it your loyalty of lasting penury.
How much have you made?
What bond binds you to this altar?
To sell of your innocence and humility
While you keep returning with more offerings.
Remember when the devil gives you a hen
Be ready to slaughter an elephant at his den
The Champion
Controlled by remote desires I trip the laurel fuse of longing ancestry
My Mom had been chosen to compete diving from the high platform of
Hitler’s mania for ‘Kraft’ ‘Freude’ living space terror raised arms and all in
guns blazing a misplaced childhood offered on the altar of manic delusion
Wreaths gathered dust on unmarked graves white crossed monuments
administered torches blazed parades marched lined the ‘Higher Faster
Longer’ ‘More Ideologically Corrupt’ abuse of innocent festival of youth
Replaced demounted sacred Mount Olympus for Auschwitz and Stalingrad
My mother was no Jesse Owens who blackened Nazi dreams of whiter than
white no ‘Black Consciousness Runner’ shoving gloves to the sky in post-fascist
Munich 1972 quite close to Dachau where Jews Sinti and Roma vanished
at the hand of Swastika’s psychopathology for denial distanced denied memory
A colour TV to watch remote from a distance was the closest she ever got to
her dream of honour and glory disgraced by politics assassinated like Israeli
athletes in a continuation and preview of fanatical devilish monsters high and
low jacking innocent sports for propaganda politics malignant ideas and ideals
In 1944 there were no Olympics titanic battles were scrambled instead in
General’s Admiral’s chessboards and tactical blood baths no dives into chlorine
and water just rotting gassed trenches exploding the dreams pawns in the Games
crushing to bone meal the Peace with their tanks and grenades fusing demise
1948 came to London awaking from ruins and rubble and the brain washed
German Olympians were banned from all sports had they not spread eagled
their passion prostituted their vigour for eugenics death Fuehrer and Fatherland
My mother tainted blemished in blood and in water a fallen hero on her sword
09th August
Written for Healing Peace and for the contest 'Olympic Mania'