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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
dear ms.
roman catholic
secretary sebilius---
are you aware of what you have done to the young women
living within the borders of the
empire, today?
are you aware that your
delusional
christian
“ethics”
have led you to stand in front of young women the nation over &
assert that they NOT be allowed
control of their bodies
in this supposed
“land of the free.”
as representatives of the empire maraud the earth
speaking on behalf of the “freedoms” that women have here,
the drug plan b is stopped from being readily available to
young women &
the fact that we all make mistakes
that we all have impulses from which if we are lucky
we can only learn from in
retrospect,
this is all thrown to the side.
rather,
mr. obama, who “was not involved in the process” of
reversing the FDA’s approval for plan b to be sold over the counter
now marches in line
following mr. bible-beating-bush
in the attempt to gain support from pro-lifers everywhere
by speaking of his own daughters
as if they will ever face the same struggles as other young women
in the same way.
as long as believers in this country have any sway
they will beat their drums as loud as possible
in hopes that all will get in line &
pop out kids like a pez dispenser
regardless of what the financial situation might be
in which a young single mother might have to raise it
regardless of whether a father is present or not
regardless of the young woman’s own future aspirations might have been
before she made one impulsive mistake
for which she now must abruptly halt her life completely
for the sake of
one
more
body
on
this
overpopulated
planet.
it’s obvious that women need a
plan C---
they need to be able to circumvent these legal proceedings
which aim at nothing more than stifling their ability to
gain agency in a world that is STILL
male dominated---
but as such a practice might be unsafe or harmful
they continue to suffer
oppressed within the so-called democracy
where their opinions are supposed to
matter.
a
choice
is not a
decision
that others make for
you.
Not sure how fond I am of this write very different style to my usual genre. #experimenting
Well look whos back again
My old compardra
My closest companion chronic pain
What a lovely way to see in the new year
And spend new year's Day
Alone rolling around the bed
Unfortunately in agony
How romantic I bet it said
Maybe it is all in my head
My imagination running wild
Shame it's come up with something I dread
Why can't it just leave me alone
Is it intent on constantly reappearing
Till it's isolated me from everything
and everyone one I've known
Maybe I don't want to be alone
Maybe I don't want to be stuck in my head
Listening to all the negative things it's said
I just want to be free,
free of the pain and misery
It teased me for a time
I thought it had said it's goodbyes
But like a predator
It just allowed me enough time to recover
So It wouldn't all be ended and my casket buried
Before it pounced like a panther
And it sunk it's teeth in
right next to my gugular
Its not finished with me yet
like it would grant me a quick painless death
Why won't it just leave me be
or do the kind thing and put me out of my misery
Surely I've done my time served my servitude
Paid my pennants for whatever crime
Will it not be satisfied till it spills my blood
Or has me hung drawn and quartered
In one last final act of vengance
To inflict the ultimate pain on my broken body
Must I scream like William Wallace for freedom
Will it then relent and show me mercy
I think not, I think it thrives on my cries
Like a psychopath It smiles at my demise
I bet it loves to just sit and watch
Yes it's back again
But this time I don't think it sees the need for a reprieve,
this time it's never leaving it's not stopping
Because it has no plans on ever getting going or being gone.
Obviously I've got a lifers debt left owing,
it would no doubt say sing.
"The World is smaller because the people are closer," ... by the Poet.
There's something singular needs to be said,
mind the conduct or stature -- latter's best,
the subject at hand is of size; nay zed,
a bit of getting used to it, instead,
back to size, and the matter is: smallest.
I am a grain of sand; a granule.
mere speck for wind; Songwriters number ONE,
teeny, weeny, bikini -- minuscule.
We're a-cursed, placed here to be ridiculed,
and later, decoratives for Won Tons.
Yes, I see the beach and I see myself ...
as the beach, and not disjoined from the beach.
I must be set asunder, as oneself,
divided, must be by species: itself.
One; a power number -- practice: what's preached.
So I am that I am, a grain of sand,
having made my worth this, Real Estate Earth,
pound for pound dug graveled ground, sand bound hand,
and then performed righteous change aspired land
for purposed goal nears, a wealth of souls worth.
Bidst's for king and country; Hip, Hip, Hooray,
No venture, no gain; go and drop your name,
We'll care for the shop, while you go and play.
With rolled-up sleeves looking busy all day.
Countered balance tilting pressure life's game.
Preceding parody and paradox
purposed reasoned goals: harsh realities.
Lifers; stalking the clocks like flocks of hawks.
Bobby socks donning Ft Knox nighttime rocks.
One good turn earns another: Guarantees.
(Tomorrow?)
Epilogue:
.
Treble naught your psalms furlong ...
Who grows the dare
and distant flare
who knows the role
of clouds in the air
There is a whole world out there
They cannot see it
They pass right by it
They pass right through it
They who possess the power of sight ...
... sight also possesses
... a grain of sand
Humanity born on the bone of an earthen mound
froze graphics on cave walls hail their Ice Age strive,
wall carvings speak three trees, a forest be sound,
harsh times craft crept the charged choice to thrive,
they owned their time, and those old craved their life.
Termed yarn cave lifers to cliff dwellers,
the continental divide craft the Americas,
Aztec and Mayan walled labyrinth kaleidoscopic cellars,
to the mountainous Incans Cuzco etchers Transamerica's,
and Far East Orient, and Indian subcontinent chiselers.
Biblically phrased had enlighten the world of Christians,
as writings on the wall are prophetically profound,
the world's a better place for Catholics and Protestants,
most have read that Scripture blesses all Faiths as sound,
Christ states to the fish and loave eaters on top of a mound.
Throughout time, an omen from The Rock of Ages,
from a second or to a millennium of years ago,
says nothing but for the claimant to ascertain the sages,
and so a man of God locked in the den of lions. Oh, woe!
Sees Daniel alive surrounded by lions. King mop & mow.
Wars between King Nebuchadnezzar and The Persians
and The Medes that had led to his loss and surrender,
and eventually to his death. The Persians claimed versions
of the city of Babylon, and The Medes took the other,
half yond Babylon. Nebuchadnezzar reflects, dies a believer.
Words on the wall are meant for just you to fathom.
Do not dawdle, if there's time, sleep on it. Then awake
and process what might be a deep chasm or a tiny atom.
Your righteousness doubted, rid the evil, and do what it take
to claim, the Way, the Truth, and the Life as a keepsake.
Ah, the Sphinx-like mysteriousness
Of tomorrow. While not promised
An invitation to new discoveries and epiphanies
Zest for lifers, optimists, idlers all await
With breathless anticipation
Tomorrow, like death and taxes, is inevitable
Auspicious. It's fragrance more potent
Than a whiff of sandalwood. It tastes as sweet
As honey on your tongue. An hors d'oeuvre
To more palatable opportunities to come
Nights are filled with dreams
And sustained longing for a more
Prosperous tomorrow. New challenges
Abound, both exciting and daunting
For the young and old
Yet another day to be grateful for being
Alive and rich in spirit. Yet another day
To try once more when the battle
Of today is lost. Yet another day to feel
The soft zephyr on your skin
All that tomorrow promises
Are forever etched in stone. Birds will sing
There will be blooming flowers to marvel at
The glorious sun will set in the eventide
A galaxy of stars will litter the sky
No matter how dire the trials and tribulations
No matter how high the summit of adversity
No matter how low the spirit; when the good
Fight is defeated today, it resumes the next day
As Scarlett O'Hara says..."After all, tomorrow is another day"
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Artificial Sentience
Another bad idea doing a number on the gist of guilt
Of nothing new,
the same old talking points voodoo
Of everything left to prove
Of everything left to hide
Sides being taken, swilling back another last gasp
Zoning in and out, coming to
To all those pointed questions:
What must be done?
Which paradox to run?
What will be the sum of none?
Avoiding the cringing flashbacks and their disgraces
All those stern mitigating faces
Plying
what might resemble admonitions to-go
Contritions missing
from that room without windows
These erratic fevers whamrushing setpiece pushbacks
Acumen fraught with blowback is
doubling down on the narrative
The behaving-badly-caving, jonsing-gutcheck—not so much
Clutching the darkthings
that want to be, but are not yet actually
Conjuring of a reality that is not real
The feel of it rather, its scintillating untruth
Earmarking spurious tipping points as proof
Swooning for a forced, rigid
control of thought and meaning
No need of rights,
only rules and preening
Lying lifers living the doom and getting lost
Transparency shortfalls sexting another buff buzz-off
Fast tracking dosing options; hedging the flux, spiking the crux
The bottomline wants to know why the Dream has been shorted
Ideals aborted and thrown under the bus
Seeing the freakyfest as a possible mid-term plus
Dumbing down,
tarting up, that’s the stuff
Just greenlight another post-consumer grubby gimmick
Just mimic substance with happytalk galore
Just don’t let them strip away the tinsel
to reveal the real cardboard
Rights we are born into are being stripped.
Ability to plan one’s parenthood is ripped.
By replacing mid-election a progressive.
With this barbaric right wing repressive.
Our American families will be disrupted.
Since the Supreme Court was corrupted.
The toxic volcano Coney-Barrett erupted.
Causing family choices to be interrupted.
People assume it’s a young woman issue.
But it’s sadder than that, so grab a tissue.
It also sets back men, kids and retirees.
Unless money for moms grows on trees.
Funds are not being raised for their bills.
Grandparents will leave less in their wills.
Since horny boys have not begun careers.
So the girlfriends and parents shed tears.
The pro-lifers celebrate poverty caused.
As bright futures of women are paused.
Parents’ savings and 401-ks are drained.
Because the antiabortionists complained.
Adults must choose diapers over degrees.
In fear of these new restrictive decrees.
Men forced into child support over tuition.
Slaves to Amy’s baby factory institution.
Seniors return to work to cover the cost.
Competing with youngsters for jobs lost.
For the unskilled moms with no net worth.
Supporting results an of unwanted birth.
These kids learn to live off charity and aid.
Lacking parent role models who get paid.
Being told to do as I say, and not as I do.
All because of a mistake from their screw.
They are reversing decades of progress.
Backwards priorities causing a regress.
Destroying livelihoods of young and old.
Justices unaware of the chaos they mold.
My old friend called today,
30 years now he's been away.
jus said hello n he is well n fine.
n through the years,our friendship,
he's kept,in his heart,n alive in his mind.
recalling the days we ran hard,wild, n fast,
knowin we goin down young,our lives won't last,
jus takin it all,sufferin some painful bruises,
adventures price.for the risks we took,
jus kept shootin them dice, always off the hook,
never thinkin bout things twice,
cuz ain't nothin matters,we was always thinkin,
so belly up to the bar,n we jus keep on drinkin
for us,no one cares, no, ain't even one who dares,
as my ol friend,expressed he,s missed me,
n i've remained,in treasured thought n caring prayers,
seems,he's one of those precious friends.
got loyalty n love,thats reai,cuz it jus never ends.
i was thinkin of a night, a man,wanted me dead,
but he,knocked me down,n took that bullet instead,
ya know,my friend,is what he chose to be.
never asked or expected,a dam thing,from me.
i guess, we ran hard, wild, n fast, i jus couldn't see then,
we were not, so care free, tears now begin filling my eyes,
thinking hard n slowly starting to realize,
my friend, is who he freely chose to be.
n this man still means the world to me,
seems so dam real to me now, yes life is so short,
n so many years my friend and bro have spent apart,
yet always bound by brotherhood n friendship,
within my friends mind,n some special place, deep in his heart
Heartbeat of a sleeping giant
In my mind, there is a boy who exist in
Chains.
Inside a cold, dark room of painful
Solitude-- is where is heart would remain.
Behind these walls the sorrow is inevitable,
As relentless as the passage of time.
Mentalities corrupt and dark, brainwashed
And hopelessly blind.
Prisons are packed with crowded spaces,
Lifers and guards with hallow faces.
Shackled hearts afraid of changes,
And weakened wills become complacent.
Yet I maintain with patience,
Time can limit but shatter my will,
Strength blazed across my chest as solid as
Penitentiary steel.
But silence speaks,
It tells me all I need to hear,
It confirms my believes and it promises
I have to fear.
It reminds me that without freedom,
I’m alone.
And these whitewashed walls
Don’t make up for blackened souls.
I’ve given 95% of my boys
A handshake than a pound,
Before they were either locked down,
Or buried off in cemetery grounds.
What I’ve done is who I am,
But who I am is what I do now.
I won’t let up or cease to fight.
Just time I plan on doing it right.
And what’s right lies within me.
I’m learning to appreciate my struggle
For it would be hard to find the
Joy of accomplishment without it.
We live and we learn.
We rise and we fall.
Like the heartbeat of a
Sleeping giant,
With bittersweet dreams.
Stay up, never down.