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Coming like a violent storm,
Most unaware of crippling foe,
Ominous charge is taking form,
Indicting nation’s moral woes.
Many have become rogue and wild,
Blind to subtle social changes,
Dull to enemy’s evil wiles,
Naïve to immoral binges.
Stressed out by our culture’s ills,
Misguided by bureaucrat’s vow,
Duped by sharp marketing skills,
Depending on NASDAQ or the Dow.
Day has dawned to draw the line,
With full trust and integrity,
Work as one for right in our time,
To end hatred and bigotry.
Waft a message and not refrain,
In midst of a silver lining,
Judgment is framed by hope’s change,
Repentance brings Land’s refining.
In the middle of trading tense Nasdaq futures,
My cat scratched at the bedroom door
And came to find me.
Outside, it was a season of heavy, falling snow.
Oh my!
The cat was dozing peacefully on my chair,
Drunk on the lingering scent of my body.
I gently nudged the cat aside with my hip to sit down,
But its tiny body was so incredibly warm.
There was absolutely no need for a heater in the room.
And just like that, I suffered a beautiful burn
From that sweet, sudden warmth.
Meanwhile, on the monitor, the Nasdaq futures index
Was already burning up in flames.
The very moment I lost my grip and missed the loss-cut line,
My cat stares at me with the most pitiful eyes.
“Aeyong—”
‘Well, human, looks like you won't be able to buy my kibble tomorrow!’
‘I can starve tomorrow and endure the hunger,
But you better clean up my poop from the litter box right away!’
“Aeyong—!”
Technological marvel:
who’d have ever guessed?
They went to the moon,
powered by less.
The thing receives phone calls,
it’s got GPS,
a mindfulness app
for when you are stressed.
It monitors heart rate,
can produce EKGs,
prompts you when it’s time:
take your medicine, please.
Blood-oxygen levels,
hours of REM sleep;
If you’re under the water,
it knows just how deep.
If you’re lost in the woods,
it will help get you back,
or blast a loud siren
if you’re under attack.
The steps that you took,
the stairs that you climbed,
record a voice memo
to capture a rhyme.
Listening to music,
or receiving a text,
keep up with your groceries,
so your wife won’t be vexed.
For the gals, tracking cycles,
and for all, track your phone,
keeps up with the NASDAQ,
and the stocks that you own.
But it doesn’t record
all the things that you missed -
Life in arrest,
watching your wrist.
The screen kept painting the history for the team
In horrific scenery as the chickens came home to roost:
The wars supported in media by ideologies it would seem,
Whereas deeper was the fight for resources needed for economic boost;
The environmental disaster with each new technological advance
Advertised as "CO2-saving", disregarding the manufacturing fall out
As resources were dug out of Earth's internals, not giving life a chance,
Leaving disasters in the wake of "Eco-friendly" mining in the South;
The over-fishing, over-eating, over-mining, over-everything
Requiring the support of a Nature, willing, but drawn
To the limit of breaking without empathy, care, understanding,
Foresight; just over-reaching to pull all put there from Life's dawn,
To the point there was none left, no-one left.
"Remember the Galapagos heads documentary on TV?"
Tsal asked Pezal. "That was History warning of being Nature-deaf,
But nobody listened." And they turned to get back onto their spaceship,
While the screen continued by looping every truly Eco-friendly initiative conceived
To amplify Nature's warnings, to pause the frantic rush
Of capitalistic gain-hunt. But all this as naught was perceived
And even Earth Hour's darkness, though laudable, in the din of Nasdaq was but a hush.
(c) Nyonglema
kevin 3m
Confirmation
Market Economics
In short
To main street beside the hour
What hour is California obstruction bill arrival?
Poor legislature end time?
Haven't recalled assembly from governor newsom of California
Currently assembled in fraud
Lien upon Senate in time?
Lien upon Senate in time?
#aoc #elizabethwarren #berniesanders #realdonaldtrump #cagovernor #asmirwin #repbrownley #mikeytaylor #mayorofla
Treasury department in outside hall
Treasury department in outside hall
#nytimes #latimes #tonybiasotti #washingtonpost #theatlantic #repcarbajal #repjasmine #congressmansherman #nyse #nasdaq
nyse #nasdaq
#realdonaldtrump #berniesanders #aoc #elizabethwarren #asmirwin #mikeytaylor #mayorofla
mayorofla
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11/14/16
To be honest across this Earth's soils
Conflict and turmoil
That dates way back
Far before spacecrafts, state maps
Or being able to make cash
Opportunity don't waste that
Take a chance
Get on that A.S.A.P.
Before it goes down the drain fast
A long forgotten stash sat
By an abandoned hatchback
With broken and cracked glass
Cults and rituals, one of which is a black mass
Test conducted with lab rats
Some ships at a half-mast
I'm not affiliated with Aflac
Or Nasdaq
On social media, so much sad crap
And backlash
Like a toy dog some just want to yap yap
Even though there softer than a flap jack
Better watch yourself and bag back
Before we really see who has the last laugh
Went out in the wilderness to backpack
With a knapsack
Set up camp at an open grass flat (patch)
In specific things time and or money was invested
As far as recollected
The objective
Changed perspective
And all method within a second
During a time that was festive
It turned out to be effective
Yet unexpected
Certain areas and locations infested
Individual organisms infected
By: Dalton Ogletree
I was minding my own business, like I usually do.
It was like any other day, and a hot wind blew.
About then, a whirlwind appeared, and I was surprised.
That's when the devil in the flesh materialized.
He said, "Me and you! Come on now, let's make a deal.
Take some time and think it over. See how you feel."
I said, "Tell me some more, Mister Beelze...Bub -
join me at the bar, but no smoking, put out that stub."
The red fella said, "thank you friend, don't mind if I do".
I said, "What's your ruinous plan? I'd like to review".
He said, "I'm looking for a deal, want something cheap,
How much is your soul (not that I think you're a creep)?"
I thought, "Maybe I should sell, the price might plummet
like the soul of a delegate at the G20 summit."
"Mister Satan", I said, "I'll need a signed contract".
He grinned, as on some nuts on the counter he snacked.
Lucifer said with a frolicking jump and a caper,
"Sure, we can draft up a legally binding paper...
that protects me too", he said. I felt hot like a toaster.
"Your soul's price on Nasdaq is like a rollercoaster."
I won't take more of your time, won't sit here and gab.
We walked out of the bar, and I hailed him a cab.
A deal was made, and we're both doing pretty well,
but he failed to consider, he'll have to see me in Hell.
6/27/22
They move in packs
A bunch of gnats and rats
Too much crap and cap
All across the map
It's happened to Jill and to Jack
Endlessly people yap and chat
Obsessed with apps and fraps
There is dangers all around be ready to react fast
I'm having an epiphany this is not a flash back
F*** all these ass cracks
They pull all these bad traps
While wearing a black hat
Yet it causes others to snap at
Many driving a hand axe
Into another lady's or man's back
Greedy ball sacks
Still controlling what is price slashed or taxed
Speaking facts on wax
Eventually it may turn similar to Mad Max
In certain area you'll need a gas mask
What's left carried inside a knapsack
The only trace was a faint trail of cat tracks
From a rock the windshield glass cracked
Life was always up and down like Nasdaq
People often arrogant quick to have the last laugh
So pathetic and ready to rat pack
If I want to, I'll show you a class act
Get away if you flip sides like a flap jack
Don't try to sandbag
B****you better bag back
Before you wind up inside a trash bag
No evidence, on your brass plaque
Or the hat rack
It's so sad that
It's Halloween and a black cat
Crossed my path, I got to seize opportunity not just pass pass
Too many treating life like it's another lab rat
What the good does it do always being a jackass?
The same can be said for doing it half-ass
Come on, do I really need to ask that?
Black kitty, my sweet cat.
The memory you left behind,
A small cardboard delivery box—
To you, it must have been a micro-universe.
And close to my bed,
Near my notebook where I look at the screen,
Sits the backup mouse
I bought for the frantic Nasdaq futures trading.
Unable to forget you,
Who has departed from me,
I just sit on my bed,
Gazing and gazing at you,
The you who is no longer visible.
Yet, I must sleep on this bed.
But my feet keep drifting over to that spot,
Inadvertently pushing your space away.
Then, the memory floods back.
Because I never, ever want to push
Your precious memory away,
Before I know it, I curl up tightly like a grub,
And fall asleep.
And then, I awake.
And that memory comes alive once more.