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Ah at last camaraderie restored within the Oval Office!
Whew... now with president er... Chief
tenderloin hoof and mouth
knick knack paddywhack shah row'n nah
diseased Trumpen proletariat -
ever so..., (think huck Cain Abel) -
phloem with his tree men diss
anti semitic, biased,
cutthroat dagger type bull leaf
eager, ready and willing
to give Democrats endless good grief,
(a substantial Casanova chock full
of McDonald's fast food beef),
that wily rotten thief
(machiavellian hedonistic commander
with playboy special penchant
to lend wind blow dried hair courtesy queef),
his princely (Jared jarhead) reign no end,
(I reckon at least bajillion years) in sight,
yours truly breathes deep sigh of relief
the meritocratically jaded, general electorate,
who try bringing good things to life - reef
fur to moost recent impeachment acquittal
asthma tongue in cheek persiflage leitmotif.
All Joe king ass hide, I really dread
locked worst case forty sixth oaf with
absolute zero governmental effective cred,
which scariest horror story scenario...
unfathomable, incomprehensible, amenable
to coon sitter seriously joining grateful dead
volunteering bon voyage euthanasia led
by tried and true straight
and narrow grim reaper
me more than willing
to enlist underground
grassroots movement instead
populated courtesy dark shadows
lovely numbskulls and crossbones
think Zombies patrolling
devoid of talking head,
nonetheless not frightening compared
to heir apparent of Fred,
whose real estate Mogul prodigal son
on warpath to shred
life, liberty and pursuit of happiness
no matter *****sapiens
turning planet Earth,
wind and fire more'n politically blood red!
Rainy Autumn again
Crawls into the backyard
And stays there uninvited
Like a homeless cat
Looking for a shelter
Sniffing every corner
Roughly playing with
Dead leaves fallen
Throwing them all over
Like lifeless mice
Till they land slowly
On the carpet of grass
Covering the earth
With burning colors
Woven into sharp
Kaleidoscopic pattern
Ever-changing in the wind
Of the spiraling downfall
Below the veil of mist
Shy blooming flowers
Look enigmatic and lonely
Desperately holding
Summer in their little
Heart like shaped
Bright orange petals
And a faint smile
On their little faces
Begging for a break
Before the nightfall
When the last sharp
Knives like sun-rays
Disappear on the other
Side of the horizon
Putting sky on fire
Boldly announcing
The end of the day
Cold Autumn’s night
Far away rising
Psyche soaking wet with devout atheism,
this lifetime skeptic now tenuously
linkedin with Unitarianism
attests, said upbringing proffered,
mine credo, gestalt,
leitmotif, sans abstractionism
eludes elucidation, delineation, clarification...
some readers might
dismiss as absurdism
defying established dogma fixed absolutism
millenniums, would be hashtagged heretical,
and such cavalier blithe
apostasy, declared alarmism,
now - twenty first century
extant accursed as alcoholism
within various non
Western statecraft enclaves,
barely tolerating agnosticism
no fool to ejaculate
proclamations antithetical opinionism
where condemnation to death
(I obediently, humbly, and gladly accept)
inadequate punishment,
cited on par relegated to alienism,
amoralism, antiestablishmentarianism...
never does this anachronism
loosely cabled with pioneerism,
(when virgin forests bedecked America),
a veritable wilderness, necessitated
quintessential self survivalism
knowhow long since forgot,
which dependence on consumerism
finds yours truly afflicted against capitalism
commercialism, conformism, cultism et cetera
more aligned with reliance on individualism
nearly an extinct species,
where anti materialism
betrays, cavils, and discourages ecocentrism,
versus profit motive maximization,
though of late environmental dynamism
aggressive representative thank you
Greta Ernman Thunberg regarding criticism,
nee opprobrious global ecological terrorism
mandating staunch defeatism
as stave bulwark
against criminal determinism
to wreak irrevocable traitorous dogmatism
predicated on tenets of egocentrism
brewed, steeped, and
galvanized in exceptionalism
of *****sapiens and expansionism
exclusive to said primate
that requires serious assessment,
asper bracketing craven
doctrinairism edified fundamentalism
granting humans unfettered expansionism!
Characters and Audience
Written by: Cue Leitmotif
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like tiny marbles
a play of Color
silica nanos spheres
arranging them into
an ordered lattice
solidifying the structure
,catalysts to grow the spheres
with water and ethanol
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they congratulated him and patted him
on his back. she may have been sent to only
observe and report that she
would then use the information
as a pawn to be pregnant
restoration to protect others to
reestablish and often creating someway of
saying for those who in admiration
Sisyphus sought pity as she had been
seen as a loose woman, often gathering people's
words and spreading gossip
she found a formula in Asopus' ledger
dating both Asopus and Hermos
she'd often snitch on the other when she wasn't satisfied
mortals cherished gold and gems which was useless to the Gods
who stored such things to lure mortals to them
Tantalus had been a playerist and he
was despised by both Asopus and Hermos. The mortal woman sleeps with Gods and snitches on them. She has access to secrets the mortal would pay her for, I shall befriend her might I learn the secrets of both Asopus and Hermos who despises me. Asopus and Hermos learned of this as the two Tantalus and Sisopus became closer. They placed gold and formulas in site so that Sisopus could see this and snitch causing the mortals to seek the riches. Sisyphus was not wise to the greed of mortal men. She saw these things at two seperate times and told Tantalus of what she saw. Tantalus had a foolish way about him as he couldn't keep secrets. The mortal were told and stormed Tantalus's Castle where Sisophus was nude. Jupiter heard the fuss and appeared and turned the nuded Tantalus and Sisophus into a statue to be nude for eternity.
Falsetto: was created from this myth
so say's Friday Shoutjoie of
Mthy's and SSong Music Co.
Year One (b.C.) appears courtsey of
Churd Music Co.
Year One (A.C) appears courtsey of
Earthship Music Co.
Both are sudstuaries of Big Money Music Industries
a Soo- Music and Film Co.
This thick mucous essentially
the defense mechanism of a healthy
body electric to restore biz zee nose
as usual, which for this mild mannered
liberal leitmotif from the chronicle of one
matted nattering nabob of nativity attests
congested mob functioning like
a well lubricated machine, yet
for the life of me, nary a handy dandy
blues clues evident as per, how
the human entity empowered
to steamroll over
any reasonably annoying bugaboo.
Ah, now if only a similar innate
defense mechanism arose
within the mental health,
that would be a supreme testament
to thine atheistic tasty mints of miracles
minus the attendant pharmacopeia
of this, that or some other drug to aright
skewered psyche (of this contemplative,
emotive and intuitive literate outlier),
whose sixty two plus eight shades
of gray matter went awry and skewed
toward tipping point (to cope with ordinary
cares and concerns of an uncertain
whirled wide web) found the bulk
of his life riddled with a joe king,
gun slinging tub back ha chew win,
bard **** wordsmith,
who doth newt like to utter any
cryptographic crossword.
In the mist of the journey’s penultimate mile,
at the edge of the fading fulcrum of future obscure,
at the door-step of dusk the sunset swansong resonates
for the forlorn essence silhouetted in confounding stillness.
As the twilight time is tinged by the spent sun,
sinking within the strata of the discontent dust,
with the cornucopia of the longing life unlived,
the Rubicon is reached walking the last mile.
The defining moments at the unsupervised stop sign,
design the innate paradigm of emotional epitome.
Awareness assures that the die is not yet cast,
crossing the conscience line would defy self-actualization.
The inner torment driving to self-destruction,
or the enticement of the forbidden fruit,
the sinful exploits activated by the transgression of
the decree of the unseen law maker, the absolute.
Stopping at the sign stimulates the spiritual sensitivity,
ameliorates the pain of existential predicament profound,
saves the psyche from the clasp of soul’s dark night,
unfurling within uncertainty mayhem the divine leitmotif.
“The music of serenity echoes in my sanctified soul
with the alluring aria of revelry.” – Quote by Poet
Under the seamless sapphire dome,
overturned with the sparkling sky,
my mind morphs instantly
into an ornate vase of blooming vale,
carved out of rhythmic contours
by the cheerfully cascading essence,
flowing through the bounty of blossom
in the current of earnest passion.
Harbored happily in the shining shore
of the boundless sea of life,
a lone pebble I relentlessly roll
with the timeless tide of time,
caressed by the successive surge
of the incessant ecstasy waves,
spreading on me the embellishment,
ornamented by the pearls of rapture.
Mesmerized by the celestial show in the sky,
performed by the countless stars of joy,
I sail with soulful innate tranquility
in the river of consciousness,
on an unending inner voyage
to the summoning sea of stillness,
where in the leitmotif of heavenly love
I immerse my enticed me.
When the dark clouds of gloom drift
over my mental landscape,
the sordid shadows of sadness
shaped by the dissonance of disturbing times,
configure the pattern of roiling turmoil,
a pensive pilgrim concealed within me
gets a shelter in God’s benign benevolence,
bestowed with the best blessing of bliss
from the cornucopia of His divine grace
as I walk the last mile
with the soul submerged within serenity.
"He was once said to be Inurbane
meaning he lacked sophistication
refinement and courtesy, he's got it now!"
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Written By: Bel Canto Leitmotif
To all ends are these our beginning
that it is neither frustrated or meant
deceive. Are strengths are in our togetherness
might tomorrow usher in the start and fix of
those things that need change.
That we shall not become our own enemy
to understand there dislike. And we shall not
sort to create factions. Upon the truths of gainstment
we can elaborate. There were we hAVE faulted to create peace
is there where such negotiations might began.
The idea of using conflict or "faulting" to create peace
is called disrupting false peace.
This concept posits that genuine and lasting
peace can only be achieved by confronting
and addressing underlying tensions,
rather than by suppressing.
historical context, modern centrist ideas, and the challenge
conservative figures. The concept of progression which is neither new
or unachievable. Expanding the opportunism to began work and than become
the working and middle class. Opportunism for the poor.
: that makes wealthier employers want to hire.
Championing policies that are realist and meaningful.
building to considerate of the future,
Creating new margins to expand growth for business large and small.
Being an advocate for both farmers and there consumers.
Financial and monetary balancing to intervene to address social and economic problems.
In those areas were decay and time has created a crumbled area of waste.
To be used as modern day farm areas. Using modern tech to produce the food
where low income, and abandoned and and depressed housing are. We can champion people
by growing fruits and vegetable year around to calm the shores of uncertainty.
The future starts now!
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published by the Banda Vernacular Inc.
Banda Music Co.
Delusion comfort and the somn of the routine
Draws sharpness of awareness of yours
Depending on the context of your situation
The habit of the mechanism is tin
That's weird type of force
The conservation
In fact you really don't conserve the monkeys
Maybe you preserve
Linguistics say
Of terminologies the bias of buzzword
The physical the meaning of the word
The real physical the meaning
Hey, look the wordies of the medias of yours
What meaning do conserve you in your writing
In your course
Of the direction
Where is the transformative the point that
Doesn't conserve the suffering and victim
So you may enjoy
Dilemma that of theirs, human's
Of glorifying depths of trauma and the sin
Konserva is in russian language Tin
It's type of package actually the hook
That cannot be unhooked in fact that easy
The real processing is really really hard
But the stupidity and moron fashions of the world
Is easy
We're ceasing bias, lies, desiformation
Specific points, opinions, lifestyles
In these the metrics these are kilometers
In these these measured distance as the miles
The sparkling dawn serenely veneers
my heart’s horizon with halcyon hues,
spreads the sunburst tinge of timeless charm,
paints a golden garden on my heart’s canvas,
blooming with the lilac luster of my love,
unfurls the facsimile of your floral face.
As the pristine patina of the radiant roses
flushes your cherubic cheeks resplendent,
glittering with seraphic grandeur of shining pearls,
rapture wraps the mesmeric meadow of my mind.
As your cadenced heart pulsates within mine,
in the ether of encompassing euphoria I float.
In the vivacious valley of my verdant heart,
configured by the contours of your charm,
as I carve a conduit of earnest yearning to reach you,
fervent cloud floats away with my captivated craving,
melts in an endless torrent of expired emotion,
you disappear with the waning waves of desire.
Wandering destined in the desiccated wasteland
with the conciliated memory of divested longing,
my teardrops deviate from melancholic course to dry,
silhouetting the leitmotif of our past I need to forget.
When we let our path diverge at love’s blind end,
time would reveal for us the truth it is for the best.