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I believe most Americans are appalled at the wanton gun violence in America today.
Surely the murder of young children is revolting to almost everyone and begs for some action.
But what can we DO about it? I mean REALLY - really.
Republicans want to arm themselves more, while democrats use these events to jerk-off to gun control fantasies that either cannot pass as law or will be struck down by the courts.
I’d like to propose a real, actionable solution.
We would announce this plan in every high school in America, propagate the offer in every morning announcement until further notice:
Any young man (or woman, let's not be sexist here) who, in their heart of hearts feels sufficiently motivated (kill-crazed) would immediately be sent to Ukraine where they could kill real Russians to their heart’s content.
They would only be trained if they wanted it, only be part of an organized unit if they desired it, they would be armed, on arrival, or they could bring their own initial arsenal if they have it at hand.
Once they achieved 200 certified Russian kills (this number is negotiable) they would be declared heroes and could either continue their good work or receive some sort of scholarship or cash.
This is just one, practical idea - you, my reader, are free to propose others.
This is not a joke, not sarcasm, irony or parody - let’s actually DO something, shall we?
Now, WHO
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2019 September 12
Midnight's hollow streets...
Rolls Royce crushes cigarette butts as sinful, cold drizzle of animalistic desire
lurks on shadowy corners of locked buildings, for a price... negotiable..
Balconies bear yesterday's broken beads as a jazz musician is soundly asleep.
So much hard numbness in those easy to open bottles...
It rains over useless signs: " Do Not Park On Bridge!"
Skid marks end in despair...
A street light dies totally alone...
The phone rings with a grin looking for a Call Girl.
... Hello?
I tear out my heart and replace it with a wallet
Lipstick crosses boundaries of good taste so romance cannot develop.
I lay down frames with pictures of loved ones, face down...execution style...as I
pour myself a glass of Morality Suicide...I drink it before I let myself go for, yet,
another night of desensitized numbness...
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am a wild stallion
Tossing my mane
I can withstand the rain
Running for miles and feeling no pain
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am a female houdini
and borders and fences
can never keep me in
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am a woman
who pays no heed to the controlling nature of men
I am the wind that travels everywhere and no where
I am a fast approaching shooting star
I am a lightning bolt
who will quickly dissapear
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am a lazy leopard in the heart of Africa
Strong and wild
I'll leave after I have had my fill
My wild eyes so filled with desire
Are intoxicating I swear
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am untouchable
non-negotiable
Like a Hurricane I will crash over you
I am your deepest regret
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am a shadow in your hearts prayer.
Form:
Brazen blessings burn on like the arrival of the dawn
Elevated to the max
Lovely knowledge comes to mind
Impressive words of wisdom come and go…but, it should be here to stay
Empathetic vibes..
Venting
Encouragement
Intriguing,
Nostalgic thoughts bleed through me…entirely soaked in lullabies..
Brainwashed in my past sins…repenting in the present through thick and thin
Roam Home
And stay brave, true and full of dignity
Vehemently vibrant with optimism and pessimism combined
End the highs and lows — I want to be neutral and need His word to overflow in my mind into my heart and out of my tongue of life
Tremendous, yet turbulent feelings…flood…fervently…and…profoundly so
Remedy please? And thank you…
Unfortunately, I wasted too much time..but I’m fortunate to wait on His time frame…the clock is ticking by, tormenting me — can’t deny…
Eager to serve His people from on high
Dreamt of delightful dignity and compassion from on high
Intentions matter…irrational, icky, ill-tempered foolishness — wisdom is needed and whatever happens happens
Gracious glory matter too
Never-ending nymphs of notions flutter in my negotiable noggin
Isolate fear and include hope
Terribly terrific trials make me smile
You’re the one, running the extra mile…with me this time…
The balance of faith and truth
Is the security of no doubt exist
The life line of being created
Is equal to those who know
That all we live for in this lifetime
Is for knowledge and sharing
Both is lost when fighting is about
Nothing clear or even negotiable
To those do not fear a sense of honor
No respect and dignity for others
Movement of life expands overtime
To many to count and disagree
To walk by self is a wonder
Because of all thoughts is not one
But many, the unusual thing is me
I stand to feel alone
I do not wish to see the colors
Of all those unimaginable
I focus on life alone and I feel alone
But do I need to be is the question
I say all the deeds that I have done
I never ask for anything
But I have receive the pain
Of being mislead
I walk alone, that I feel till the end
I speak of deeds to come
Not those that have been done
I focus on my breathe
And never have I sought justice
Because of one misdeed
I come to faith and truth
And that I was imbued
A life time of sharing knowledge
Because of all the things I can give
Is free and not for money
Options
You call me by my name, too intentional
I gather all the courage to think more rational
You always held me when I’m available
But truly who am I, for you negotiable?
Your time is priceless, I cannot bargain
Mine is typical, but I can always sustain
I never asked for more than everything
Just be part of yourself, I can do anything
I hugged you at the worst of your moment
You hold me, when nothing seems permanent
You showed me that I am not a rebound
But you cannot show it when people are around
Stay with me be part of my world
With you I can be brave, I can break the stronghold
Let me know what you really want to keep
Our friendship, relationship, or just situationship?
In early April the bus from Lecce
unloads us at the fabled fish market.
The place is shuttered down, not even
the scent of chowders past lingering
in the air. The only hint of June’s
full fare is one slight stall where we
might taste the slimmest feast from the sea.
Our pre-season stroll through the town
finds the walkways of Gallipoli
totally negotiable, no clump
of photographers enthralled
by weathered or whitewashed walls
selects, collects, and edits images
while others still in line are stalled.
From the piazza we look down
upon the moored boats, a fleet
of white and blue at rest, sails furled.
The slips are full, all expectant still.
No one putters with paint or repairs
a necessary cloth in this week
before the moveable feast.
On the beach’s sand and seawrack
where summer’s bodies will soon
arrive, accumulate and over-
lap in ever-increasing heat,
a single person, a young man,
and his dog are the only creatures.
Their toss/fetch game is photographed.
In the Mercato, nothing is
for sale; but its facilities
require no wait, leaving us time
for questing tongues to lick
a taste of the local gellati
on a bench before the patient sea
until the bus beckons us to leave.
The Magna Carta changed the rule of law,
That is, what the law was and who it was for,
From being a simple, dashing validation of the king,
To being about truth, reason and justice free-standing.
The Charter came into existence in 1215 with a rebellion,
Against King John and how he forced his will:
He could seize anyone’s cart, steal anyone’s livelihood,
Take their corn to dismiss whatever self-worth they’d tilled.
The barons and churches were given power:
Rights from illegal imprisonment and theft of money;
The church was allowed to worship and theologise,
Until John was not a legitimate monopolising authority.
However, church rights were only important,
Because in those days God was the small talk;
The conversation point and heartfelt social cause,
Such that religion became the concern of the first clause.
The Charter let ordinary people become,
Individual citizens, equal human beings to the king;
Saved them from their position as submissive servants,
Made them represented, and eventually self-ruling.
It allowed for the charging of taxes,
To raise an army of representative citizens,
Fit for the job of fighting and controlling,
Rather than simply enlisting those who were just willing.
Individualism as a pejorative term,
First appeared in the 1830s from the Owenites;
John Stuart Mill fostered and influenced it greatly,
Such that it's now a non-negotiable fundamentality.
Political governance needs individualism,
Albeit not as much as the tories would say;
Existentialism succeeded it and is implied by it,
Because meaning is your call and not the monarchy’s play.
There were many more Charters after that,
And they all specified the ordinary persons right,
To a fair trial and to state justice yourself,
With your imprisonment being your prison officer’s fight.
Rights and liberties pre-exist their enforcement,
And the original Magna Carta admitted that stout;
Gave people their intrinsic worth as human beings,
Created a people-centred land of devolved clout.
Sometimes, we put things to work in order to feel seen
And when there's no applaud, no praises
We think we are less of a being
Sometimes, we crave validation
We crave affirmations
When there are times we hate ourselves
We feel the difficult that we can't communicate at times
Afraid if anyone are bound to listen
Sometimes, we think that we're an island living in tranquility and peace
Until one day we find ourselves caving out and looking for affection
How long will it be enough for us to live in our shells?
Acting as if we're programmed to be someone else we fore-seek
Why do we put so much weight on these baggage
All I see lately are soulless creatures standing with feet walking on earth they take advantage of
Wearing medals of facade that their characters are as if negotiable
They often look down as if you have got nothing in your hand to offer
And will treat you to your great abomination when you have the full potential
And they play pretend afterward
they open your latent
The great lanterns you see flying up to the skies
are where I scream out my frustrations at loud
As if I have held them in centuries to release the heavy,
the pain, the bothersome of what humanity does, and the pretense that slowly seem through my naked eyes
So, why? These questions are running through
And I just could not hide what my pain expresses towards you
Am I meant to be sorry for something that caused me despair?
Or can we just become a little human- filled with compassion and empathy
Why do we lack so much of it while we swim on the materialistic
What's the problem with humanity?
It is both a blessing and a curse
to read out loud the energy in this room
I could leave anytime, but I uphold a change of heart