Long Legality Poems
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Lord, why is it that when we see articles about aborting your babies,
we move on to something else ... and even sometimes get angry?
Why do we argue among ourselves about that?
Is it true, even in these days of scientific break throughs,
that some of your people still believe that abortion
is not the killing of a Human Being?
Isn’t it strange that the killing of babies, which used to be considered evil
at one time, is now considered . .a right?
Even we that are graced enough to still deem it to be wrong, vote for abortion
proponents without a fight.
Knowing of the politician’s abortion voting record, why do
we vote for them anyway with some other excuse in mind?
Oh Lord when you return; .. just what will you find?
You said, “Love each other as I have loved you.”
...Will we argue with You also when our life here is through?
You see Lord we were only voting for the “ choice” to kill your babies.
Choice is the key word here, don’t you see?
I’m sure You must understand legality.
We wouldn’t kill them ourselves. We only pay others to do it with our taxes etc.
So if others I vote for push for laws to "legally" kill them,
what’s that got to do with me ?
I didn’t vote for them on that account, it had to do with the economy you see.
Am I my brother’s keeper? Besides, those babies have never met me.
You also said, Lord, “Seek ye the Kingdom of God and all else will be given unto you.”
Knowing what really happens when we vote for “choice”,
is that still seeking the Kingdom of God?
So Lord, I was thinking….. Your statement about Seeking the Kingdom of God …
..and all else shall be given unto you….. Is that choice too?
Is voting for politicians that we know push for more abortion rights....
Is that seeking the Kingdom of God .. if they call it "Choice" or "Women's rights"?
And if not … what will we get if we choose not to seek it
... you know... by voting for one
who has a record of pushing to kill Your babies.
Isn’t that our choice too? Do we get to vote on that, Lord?
I mean, You know, voting on what we want
that statement of Yours to mean?
Let us know about that okay, Lord?
I thought for sure you already had.
Thanks for your time Lord. I mean .. seriously …
Thanks for “YOUR Time.”
A baby gorilla's bedtime is a harmonic period when the bananas line up with little leaf rattles to softly croon to slumber the furry ball. Priceless is the process of pacification and pacifications are not prevalent in the pacific, the polar regions, nor do they play with piñatas in Paraguay. It is to be said that a tortoise shell footstool can rotate at great speeds do cast iron boots must be worn if placing one's feet upon the tapestry printed square form. The chime of lime is very very noisy but not as noisy as the incessant chatter and chuckling from the bowl of sugar cubes. Sugars state signalling shaped saying stuff silkily and silly too. But a mild mannered oxon could take a heifer to a ballroom but only if properly attired in a beach towel, sun glasses, three piece suit and a gown. Then an entrance can be made. With a thud. And a bellow. Brass bands made of cream donuts can entertain at this dance and the hall is quite packed with skimming skirts, scantily clad pea women, and the tidal spore has come dressed as a ringmaster but no whip for whips are for the underground stations and platforms of legs. Legality leaves legs lingering liberally. Akin to sprinkling a fine spray of salt across a plate of the towering vegetables. Piled high. Architectural really. Very mesmerising is the mist of a fine diner whose aroma lifts the air surrounding with a unjust uniquely identifiable stench. And stench drenched can be a wench, a bench but never a welk. For welk belong in tree houses and tree houses are not tables and not talking ash trays either. Ash trays do not modify a month of moon shaped mammoths. And a tree semi formed can bite so always walk very very very briskly when passing a thicket. Zoom then. Go on zoom. A zoom in a room. How rather entertaining and entertainment is equal to a climbing plant pot scaling a sky scraper. How great. Such feat with no feet. And how deserving of the medal at the Olympics of Oscar fish in an oceanographic weave of seafood cocktail with melon jus. Haha the wide mouthed octopi are singing gospel tunes to a small party of crabs. Ha the divinatory dogs diving definition digging dreams. Ha the musical mustard jar moving in time to the fish fork forte. Xxxxxx reciprocal z z z zzz. At ten loaves to forty seven slices of butter cake. Z z z z z z. 57294894907398%. Z
Form:
At the cradle of my nightmares,
My future is a horror film,
I track my ghosts,
Like a junkie in withdrawal.
I am a true clandestine calamity,
A mass grave of silent suffering,
A candelabra of pain soothed by dirty money,
I hate the human race,
And I will never have a pet.
I am a loner addicted to silence.
I only write in the dark, to deathly sounds.
A mix of gloomy feelings,
I walk in the darkness of my imperfections,
My hands are no longer innocent,
Since I’ve handled weapons of war.
I am a child of the slums of the third world,
I know perfectly the orifices of misery.
Another damn sleepless night spent monologuing in the darkness of this cold room,
The devil covers his ears to the atrocities spilling from my confessions.
I’ve already used gunpowder
For a firework on the edge of legality.
I never agreed to sleep on an empty stomach,
I’ve risked my freedom since I was ten.
I’ve learned to walk among hungry beasts.
I’m already at war with my demons,
I know I’ll end up in the flames.
I know I have no right to trust a human being,
Being a slave to shine is impossible.
My enemies squat in my imperfect flesh.
I don’t smoke crack,
I don’t smoke cannabis,
I don’t snort cocaine,
I don’t drink alcohol,
I sometimes burn a few cigarettes.
I avoid psychotropics,
I’m not a poet,
Just a tormented mind,
Prisoner of infernal loops,
Where murder scenes repeat endlessly.
My tears stopped flowing down my cheeks
Since I saw my friend crushed by a logging truck.
I am an angry man with murderous impulses,
I commit suicide each time in this same nightmare that has repeated since my childhood.
I’m approaching fifty,
I’ve stopped meditating on the whims of the reaper,
I’ve stopped wandering in graveyards.
Let the universal force show mercy on my impure, tainted soul
By the poisons of lust,
I accumulate transgressions to have a throne in the furnaces of hell.
I don’t believe in paradise, but I know I’ll burn in the abyss’s celestial flames after my twilight.
A deep philosophical reflection in the ramblings of my delirium.
I hate the spotlights like those criminals on the run,
Too many regrets hidden in the closets,
A clean criminal record like the entrails of Christ’s mother.
I blaspheme to darken my divine fragment.
Do you remember ever holding your deeds.? Paper
Links to real estate freehold' an epitome; one seed.'
Of human independance.? Be that what it may be? In
A bundle of actions' often tersely displayed dotted
Lines on draughtsmans paper-like a greaseproof affair'
Pages upon pages quite a bundle i declare.' Swirls of
Trees there depicted solid lines for the boundries. Dotted
For water or gas? Pastel shaded sections everything
That you had' shown by the inch and draughted with care
On your 'title in freehold' all was done for you there'
And then in the noughties.!! Everything changed? when
You recieved your entitlements (nothing was the same)
One sheet came out of a printer with no history there .?
No notes in 'the margins' cause they neither were as spare!
Just your name' and brief details, the sum of the sale this they'd made!
All so bland and impersonal' my thoughts were assailed.'
I complained to the lawyer..Who informed me they're real!
Yet i saw anyone could get a copy.' I did not like the feel; of this deal.!
I requested the familiar ones!! She said they are now gone.'
And no longer legal.? My thoughts were whats going on??
Its like the worth is devalued!! in a communist way??
Oh no I was informed all is..As it was! And all's still au' faire
Then there were cases a few years along of deeds being
Downloaded to take mortgages upon.? The freeholder
Not knowing' till the imposters default.' Then the baliffs
Came calling to posses' what was bought.? Causing
Heartache and trauma un-needed legal re course.' All this
Should be telling us whats occuring with legality whole'
I now see I've been robbed lied to and cheated in short
The real deeds..The were stole.) There must be many of
You out there with just such a case? The redress would
Be worth chasing.' Indeed to stop the erase' of a pillar
Of freedom that maybe even Russia has re-built? not to mention
Re imbursements make them pay to the hilt.' There may
Be those on the street' who fell foul of this all?? Their
Only fault being too trusting' in the failing city halls!
Castrated duck ran amok at a goose show yesterday. Then sat in a car. Blacked out to the par. An even score is a self wondering sacrifice. But no self sacrificing prawn could ever really be a pawn in a large plate of game players. It is the dome arch that is mediocre and meticulous but not accurate print of information is not a legality nor a truth but merely akin to an elbow shove at a rock concert. But several pin pricks ingested is an infiltration of infested ignorant injury ink. And wild is the doormat when the door is ajar so don't leave an engine running in a wind nor a slight breeze for the problem is that it might just run away. Thus leaving a laughing long legged tuba beetle to sit alone cross legged in a tent. Dormant is the format and a mat chuckles alongside a main road. Take no pistol whipping shark to a seaside town for it might fancy eating some pies, chips, donuts. And it may also like to visit the fair. But thus is all very well if one has money. But otherwise the expensive tastes of shark will ensure that you yourself have no monetary means to feed your family or yourself whilst the shark is flambéing a chocolate champagne pudding. Then huffing and puffing into a suit. Not glamorous is it? Talking trashy speeches spitting acronym after acronym. With no hymn. A fattening glue like substance wheeling it's way across the plains like a radioactive decay. So watch out when on a bike made from amber rods. Speedily scratching seeds stupidly selfish shape. And the disco duck does a very nice wobbling dance. Hahahaha chop chop chop. Hahaha framework frozen. Hahaha daw po po po ma k pas je la la la. And now have 234 beef jerky's, a crystalized cake, a big slice of jelly and a little spoon filled with wine. £ = $$$ and a slip slide on snow shoes is a slideshow. Clap. Wow. Well done. Amazing. Xxxxx insectivorous institutionalised interesting ignoramuses. And a portly painting of a round minstrel. Xxxxx dilapidation z this is the p y q reporting live from 89. 0 on a moonlit beach in the sun. Xx z.
Form:
PEDDLING HOPE
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a small pill, solace in a blister pack
legally dispensed by a white coat
promises relief, a cure, a return to normalcy,
a life unburdened from pain and disease.
the ache returns, however, louder and more insistent
another pill, then two
the dosage creeping like a vine.
a pressed white powder, a crystal shard
illegally peddled in a dark alley
promises escape, temporary reprieve, abnormality,
a life numbed from pain.
the craving returns, however, the gnawing need
the body screams,
desperately clawing for the next fix.
addiction cares not about legality~
the hungry monster gnaws the same
whether fed by doctor’s script or dealer’s promise.
Big Pharma, a sanitized name
cartels in suits and white lab coats
pushing their product with glossy ads.
the cartel’s hand, a brutal fist
deals death blows and ruin,
pushing their product in seedy places and backstreet alleys.
one wears a suit, funds politicians,
smiles on commercials, promises relief from disease.
the other whispers in shadows
creates transactions based on desperation and fear.
Big Pharma’s towers gleam, untouchable
built on prescriptions, on the fine print no one reads.
cartels hide, their dens and caves obscured
built on blood, dead bodies, and broken dreams.
how many lives line the pockets of pharmaceutical giants,
legal drug pushers in suits peddling hope in blister packs?
how many lives line the pockets of backstreet cartels,
illegal drug pushers in hoodies peddling hope in powder?
Wait! don’t tell me about regulations, about quality control
when the end result is the same:
bodies chained; minds enslaved
lives bartered for fleeting highs and ephemeral repose.
Do You Love Yourself in God’s Will?
Do you think you love your soul as much as I do?
You should honor this fact: You’re a part of God’s will
for my life, and your dregs are a buoyance, lift boat
of my soul! Who’s more blessed? And who sleepwalks through rhymes
where a heart is laid bare? Are my boundaries walls
you’ve got right (and should violate) seeking what’s True?
Is that message from Christ, sourced by your sinful soul?
To “give Caesar what’s owed” (1) (and so honor man’s laws)
is a call to respect ALL our siblings in Christ.
To declare you “know” God (and think you’ve got the right
to tell others what’s true) PROVES you don’t grok God’s love! (2)
Does your heart’s love eclipse light from heaven above,
or are blessings God plants in your path brighter light?
Is a “love” you can trust more a love that you heist
or a love you secure through a threat (fang and claws)?
Is love’s gift more your purpose or sought (a frail goal)?
What is said here’s my gift (or, more humbly, a view
I am longing to share), but I’m open to calls
that may question my muse-sage (with Grace toward my crimes).
That my worth pays the rent feels a chance more remote.
What’s True moistens what’s dry; Its warmth heartens souls’ chill.
May Christ’s Grace prove sin’s cure ‘till this world says, “Adieu!”
Brian Johnston
November 8th in 2022
Poet’s Notes:
(1) In speaking of about the legality of taxes, Christ said, “…Render therefore
unto Caesar the things that are Caesar’s, and to God the things that are God’s.”
(2) Shouldn’t all faithful followers of Christ not take more notice of the implicit
humility of Christ’s words in John 12:44? “…He who believes in me, believes
not in Me but in Him who sent Me,” and in John 12:49, where Christ says, “For
I have not spoken on my own authority, but the Father who sent Me gave Me
a command, what I should say and what I should speak.”
Through faith, hope, and love, we will find true meaning.
Whether it's slavery, the holocaust, or ethic cleaning;
Whether by captivity, by extermination, or by lynching;
Atrocities have haunted mankind since our earliest beginning.
Many may contend that Jim Crow died and is being resurrected, on the rise.
Perhaps the question remains whether or not, like Satan, he went in disguise.
Is it not evermore true that if mankind fails to learn from history,
is it not equally true that we are condemned to repeat it?
Resurrection applies only to something which has died.
Anything less than fatal blows will allow hatred to survive.
The fact that Jim lives doesn't mean that many have not tried.
That is, tried to put him to death; rid him forever from society.
In most localities, he is dead, but only in the realms of legality.
By habit and acceptable societal behaviors, he continues to live.
Yes, there are far fewer acts of inhuman lynching like Emmitt Till.
In many hearts, Jim Crow's presence and deadly stench are not killed.
Busing, public integration, and housing policy did not really kill him.
The light bulbs have been changed, but the new ones are rather dim.
There are entities like animals that hibernate until a new season.
Like the devil in disguise in Eden, he lurks until there is a reason.
Jim is like a lifeless idol empowered by the hate and bigotry of mortals.
Or like a 'Scare Crow' in a garden to keep unwanted fowls from morsels.
Jim Crow is empowered by lies and ignorance; and he thrives on false narratives. Regardless of color, continent, country, or culture, we must fight against Jim Crow with our lives.
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Theme chosen: #14, The Resurrection of Jim Crow
Burden of proof lies squarely on the accused’s name;
The filer can exaggerate and overstate any imagined claim.
In Minnesota, Judges are forced to approve nearly every filing,
Driven by social movements and organizations beguiling.
Oft approved ex parte, temporarily, a future hearing scheduled,
This scorch the earth weapon, leaves most divorce issues settled.
Children are torn from their nuclear parent’s loving arms,
Under the malevolent guise they are protected from atomic harms.
Homes change hands before the ink dries on an order penned,
Leaving the respondent in the streets on their sore hind-end.
Given ten minutes under a Sherriff deputy’s mindful and glaring guard,
One can enter the house to take an armful never to return to the yard.
Future proceedings can take many months and in some cases years,
Simple items forgotten will not be given until the MTA clears.
Falsely accused, you’d think it would not ever get worse,
Until one discovers the plaintiff also firmly grasps strings on the purse.
Given days to mastermind and execute the unfolding of events,
The accuser never looks back considering recompense.
The use of OFP’s in divorce is not only legal,
Attorneys are even encouraged to inveigle.
No laws exist to punish use outside of the scope of legality,
Lawyers readily encourage the OFP’s use as a simple formality.
Even when the order is rescinded or released upon first hearing,
The status quo has been set in favor of the plaintiff endearing.
The state says they would like to minimize conflict in divorce,
Out of fear for real abuse victims they simply will not change course.
But, the moral of “The Boy Who Cries Wolf” ends in his grisly death.
Protect real victims, punish the abuse of the OFP use and breadth.
1.. About five years ago i went to collect my two of my grandchildren from my ex wife`s house, Tulula then 6 Bonnie 6 months. We walked down to my daughters house. Tulula opened the back door, the step was pretty high, Tulula was inside looking at me, as i looked to the step for the wheels to clear , Tulula screamed as i looked the pram was empty and the baby,Bonnie was on the floor, my ex wife hadn`t strapped her in .
I picked her up and went into the house, sat her on my knee and examined her. NOT ONE SCRATCH was on her, the shock wore off and she was laughing and running around. Psalm 91 , he will give his Angels charge over you to keep you in all your ways. Amazing.
2..I was having my usual prayer walk ( intersessing warfare.) in our local park one night, 5 young guys approached me and asked for money in a threatening way. I went straight to floor and shouted HELP from Jesus , immediately 3 were pushed back, i gave my empty wallet over, they got away with a ring and some anointing oil ;) . I found out later that these people had mugged many people in the park and slashed them up. Praise God and Psalm 91. it works the bible does what it says . hallelujah
3.. In 2021 i was in Inverness, i was talking to a young lass who said she had terminal cancer, she was vey thin and frail. I asked if i could pray for her she said ok . I rebuked cancer and every legality in spirit then i spoke to the cancer to leave her body. She coughed up 3 black clots. She said she`d just got out of hospital and she couldn`t cough or sneeze without terrific pain. I went home for a friends funeral when i returned i seen her and she hugged me crying saying it was gone ALL CLEAR PRAISE GOD . You will crush the great lion and the dragon. HALLUJAH. PSALM 91.13.