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I have written the following to voice my opinion of what the United States of America is supposed to be, where it is now, and where it is going, if We the People, through the power of the vote, that the Constitution gives us, don't put people in office who will work to get us back to the plan our founding fathers set.
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WAKE UP AMERICA!!!!!
Freedom
By Franklin Price
10/16/2021
I'm sure that you have heard before
That freedom isn't free
It isn't automatic
For all of us to be
The founders of the U.S.A.
To establish freedom's choice
Wrote the Constitution
Gave each citizen a voice
Formed a more perfect Union
To represent all States as one
To defend us from outsiders
That may put us to the gun
To establish common justice
Promote the welfare of us all
Establish liberty forever
Until we cause ourselves to fall
We the people, the electorate,
Choose the ones to represent
We're responsible to put them there
And how much time is spent
When we vote them there forever
Which was never meant to be
They lose sight of why they're there
And of the voters, you and me.
They think we are know nothings
And our voting should be banned
They see themselves as royalty
We're are the serfs within their land
They take away our freedom
Because we've rubber stamped our votes
We vote for whom we recognize
And re-elect our Judas goats
They're leading us to slaughter
After shearing off our wool
Cannot believe a word they say
All that comes from them is bull
Lifers now in Washington
Are closing freedom's door
We must rid ourselves of them
Or our freedom is no more
The new ones are not better
Want to take away our guns
Want to socialize our freedom
Giving all to everyone
That's not how our founders saw us
In those days they were alive
They provided us a country
Where everyone could thrive
All of us aren't millionaires
Only guaranteed the chance
Hard work and dedication
Puts the money in your pants
We must vote for the country
That our founders made that day
If we keep going on like this
All our freedom goes away
Some hide their heads
below the parapet
Not challenging the times
When faced with social uplift
They fail to rise
When we are fighting
Taking a stand
They disappear in the shadows
Never to lend a hand
They think they are OK
In the scheme of things
But in a sudden change of fortune
Tragedy is forced on them
There are no safe grounds in crisis
When we are faced with pain
In the currency of life that confront us
Where freedom is denied
We are on the battle fields of justice
Answering ancient cries
But in nonchalant indifference
Those who hide behind the parapet
Would rather watch innocents die
Some hide behind the parapet
With no wishes or designs
To forge a new togetherness
But to pursue a selfish mind
They say that the ties that binds us
Is cast in the winds of time
When we create a consciousness
When we develop a positive mind
There is always a Judas
In each and every band
With 40 pieces of silver
Out comes their outstretched hand
For as much as we seek justice
They are used as tools
To be bought and sold
to the highest bidder
Just for a pot of gold
There are soldiers
That blaze a trail
Not seeking self virtues
Nor personal gains
But are caught up in a movement
From which humanity gains.
Tell me, my friend, when can I send
My spirit gently into that good night?
How many times do I have to die
Before I get it right?
Every car crash, train wreck,
Overdose, misstep,
Splintered bone, rug burn,
Danger zone, poisoned cup,
Open sore, bitter root,
Slammed door, rotten fruit,
Tool shed, chicken shack,
Demon seed, heart attack,
Foul deed, flash flood,
Drowning pool, splattered mud,
Ridicule, taut noose,
Hanging tree, hot seat,
Safety latch, knotted sheet,
Lover’s leap, cruel twist,
Sudden shift, slashed wrist,
Whiskey breath, itchy wool,
Charges due, paid in full,
Circus freak, Judas kiss,
Hide and seek, losing streak,
Broken tooth, swollen lip,
Busted jaw, sinking ship,
Hard luck, hockey puck,
Sucker punch, mother f*ck,
Hot iron, nasty cold,
Phantom limb, flat spin,
Steel glove, rusty nail,
Faded love, hammer claw,
Twenty gauge, monkey paw,
Tombstone, gaping maw,
Friendly fire, lost and found,
Piano wire, last rites,
Foul deed, prairie dust,
Jimson weed, stock tip,
Bad trip, razor blade,
Muscle rip, chain saw,
Pole axe, pin prick,
Candle wax, crack pipe,
Dope ball, monster high,
Bad call, de-tox,
Padlocks, sweat box,
Ticking clocks, hair lip,
Pratfall, bull whip,
Brass balls, matching set,
Sacred cow, tangled net,
Marriage vow, and every other
Barren point of blackness
That litters the
Eternal Book of Life
Are only punctuations
In its bloody text,
While waiting,
Waiting,
Waiting
For the death
That’s written next.
There is a heart as hard as a stone,
not responding to the good advice;
just beating in nonacceptance tone,
ignoring the words that are so wise.
A heart as soft as a Mamon bread
is easily hurt by sharp sentence;
the deep wound inflicted has just bled,
so long to heal as a consequence.
There’s a heart that desires to be two
inside the chest, confusing its mind;
being perplexed who will be the true
choice to be loved who’s one of a kind.
There’s an evil heart with an ill aim,
like Judas, its plan is to deceive;
it seems to play a clean and fair game,
when, in fact, all lies its preys receive.
But there is a heart that is so pure,
pulsating in truth and honesty;
it is shaped not to lure but to cure,
having trust, hope, love, and modesty.
Serpentine artisan in Eden
Crafting a second creation
A molten piece of idol
By the dexterity
Of word of mouth.
Tongue lures ear
And then à tongue kiss
To the ear, both soulmates
Titillate the neurons of the body
Stir the impulse of all senses
All segued to Judas kiss.
Telepathist tool
Transmuting visions from pluto
To reality on earth.
Forked-tongue town crier
With cymbal and gong
Improvising a dissonance
Of glossolalic tales
To the age of gullible gullivers!
Ear, O hear!
In that gaping cavity
There lies lie lair
The sword of Damocles
Gliding and Churning honey gobs
From its cavity to founts of lies
In every public square.
Like the big lie of Hitler and Goebbels
To the holocaust.
Let not all thy senses,
Emotion, reason, and conscience
Trust her tongue!
Give God all the credit and all of the praise
For all that He's done for you during your hectic days
And if you're a witness to His miraculous deeds you need to shout out
So that your praise and worship of Him is never in doubt
No matter your situation or what you're facing in life
Don't get stuck on personal pain turn it over to Christ
When Jesus rode into the city on Palm Sunday
It was a triumphant, jubilant and very loud display
In attendance were those who believed, those who witnessed
and those who received His wonderful works
As well as the Pharisees, the haters, the hanger-oners and a few jerks
Yet Jesus rode on moving towards His destiny
He did not get stuck on His personal tragedy
We need to be like Jesus moving towards our fate
We need to be like Jesus and not hesitate
But let's not get it twisted we need to understand
That Jesus suffered most every bad thing that could happen to man
Betrayed,denied, condemned and criticized
Arrested, beaten, tortured and then crucified
But if you're a witness to the miracles that God has done
You need to give a shout out to Jesus the Christ His Son
Now Judas the Disciple had a weakness and love for coin
And the Devil used this against him to have it going on
Plotting and persuing his weakness to the extreme
Turning it into wickedness and underhanded schemes
But God had a predestined plan
He sent Mary Magdalene
Who anointed Jesus with precious perfume
In preparation for His body being entombed
On Palm Sunday on that donkey Jesus did ride
On Monday and Tuesday at the temple He sermonized
On Spy Wednesday a deadly and underhanded deal was put into place
On Maunday Thursday at the Last Supper they broke bread after saying grace
And on Good Friday from Sun up to sundown He was demoralized
And beaten the entire time until He was crucified
But that is not how the week came to end
On Easter Sunday Jesus arose to be the salvation for all men
So if you're a witness to the goodness and the sacrificing love of Jesus the Christ
Give Him a shout out for being the head of your life
Your broke into my fantasy
With large dose of reality
You banished every dream in flight
Caught each one in your snare of night
You invaded my Eden home
Changed every fairy to a gnome
My small corner of paradise
Blocked by your flaming sword of lies
Each constellation of desire
You flung down into the mire
The flowers round my bowing head
You turned to prickly thorns instead
Why not let me live out my dream?
A nightmare flood you made the stream
How hard is it to let me be?
Immersed in passion’s ecstasy?
Why not with kindness walk on by?
Why suck my love till it runs dry?
My rendez vous with joyful bliss
You betrayed with your Judas kiss
Now on the floor with broken wings
Reality Dose…how it stings!
Eileen Manassian Ghali
PS....the seed for this poem...Reality Dose...was planted and germinated out of a conversation I had JUST this afternoon chatting with GURU JAD! Never know when inspiration will strike! :)
Learning when/how to close seat then...
flush... the toilet with good frisson!
(alternately titled long windedly
using lower case letters:
no matter tidily bowled over based
upon real events, perhaps subject devoid
of literary merit and/or taste
no embarrassment, cuz
I got nothing to cover
despite precious time going to waste).
Analogous to constipation,
constitutes full term pregnancy,
perhaps umpteenth or first,
which former offal bodily function I durst
mention, said subject doth stink,
yet... exercising bowel
applicative, constrictive, effective,
exhaustive, gesticulative, instinctive,
massive, oppressive, qualitative,
quantitative, significative and unitive
(beg to differ if ye think me perverse)
both scenarios prone to stress and strain,
difficulties can arise evacuating bowels
gluteus maximus muscles severely pursed,
radiating sharp stabbing sensations
behind junk in trunk quarters felt
until bulging temple veins ready to burst,
where piles of hemorrhoids
foul rectum tortured and accursed
necessitating Judas Priest well versed
to issue last rites while
appropriate official dull livers worst
news to missus, whose
inconsolable sympathies nursed,
nevertheless bit torrent of sorrow
honor alone time with grateful dead
subsequently finds medical personnel disbursed,
privately newly minted widow mourning
tears for fears immersed
bemoaning sudden permanent absence
gone fore e'er foremost farter figure first
instance obliterated, when posterior
uproariously (actually not funny)
inflicted hemorrhage emergency,
die hard ludicrous poet (me) experienced
all expense chauffeured ride in hearst
aforementioned purportedly roughly comparable,
courtesy hearsay, when
hypothetical woman with child,
(here, I metaphorically paraphrase)
as maven ready to take aim giving birth
(nine months after satiating
hankering call of the wild
buzzfeeding miracle worker whipped thirst,
and temporarily appeased
inherent maternal yearning
to beget offspring, then... off to races
sprinting at greased lightning speed
amazingly enough slightly protruded womb,
(among other fledgling
and/or practiced moms avid runners
all touted as winners relay race crossing
finish line simultaneously
comprising distance measuring more'n verst.
You see a man's face you don't see his heart
Some people pretend to be your friend, only to put a knife in your back
A smiling face doesn't mean a cheerful heart
They may sit with you while they await your ship to sink.
Don't mistake my kindness for weakness, I am stronger than you think
Selfishness lives in everyone
Every man has a price
Judas sold Christ for 30 pieces of silver, what's your price?
Betrayal is in the eyes of the person you trust only they can sell you out
Nail you to a burning cross and watch
They walk with you but they are not for you
They are waiting for your failing hour, just before dawn
Like a seed in the ground I will rise you can't bury me
What's your price, to sell a friend? some people don't even need a dime ...your failure is the only glory they need
Your enemies may be the one that you call your friend...watch your back, they are next to you
I will rise to see another day,, I am stronger than you think
"Behold the man!" Pilate, Governor of Judea
26-37 CE.
He had such a Longing Desire to share those
Special Moments with them. He then rose from
the table and prepared to wash their Feet.
BEHOLD THE MAN!
As they dined and shared the communion, it appears
that they drank from a common cup and ate from
a common loaf. They were indeed 'Family'.
BEHOLD THE MAN!
What a Humbling and Lovely Moment, far beyond
Anyone's expectation. He washes his disciples feet,
employing a Model he wished that they would follow.
BEHOLD THE MAN!
He expresses a deep felt Emotion about what was
Soon to happen. He knew that they all would forsake him
and run, but yet, he continued to believe in them. And
inspite of knowing what Judas would shortly do against
him, there is no indication that Judas was denied the
Priivaledge of Communion.
BEHOLD THE MAN!
There was No Shortest of Love being expressed to Judas.
Even at the moment of betrayal, Jesus addressed Judas
as Friend'. There is no distance too far nor depth too low
that God will not avail his love toward us.
Indeed. BEHOLD THE MAN!