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this girl came out drop dead georgous
long brunette hair all of her forces
she knows the power of the bedroom eyes
she cant help but use them while telling her lies
the picture of confidence with a disarming smile
a beauty so radiant and a soul of bile
alluring this siren with a silent screem
look at me, look at me, and i'll make you dream
she was'nt white trash or a low life either
but she knew what she wanted and nothing would keep her
she had the right lawers they were'nt supersticous
all that they needed was somone not so pretentious
let me loose, let me loose, this very day
first i want a drink and then i want to play
where are all my sisters, where are all my friends
where can i go party and start all over again
this was the very thing to give this demon a boost
they wittnessed all her crimes and then they set her loose
what standard were they setting for the red, white and blue
they never thought to what it would mean to me or you
the blind folded greecian holding the ballenced scales
will have to find a new home for justice here has failed
the symble or what she stood for, now so terribly marred
by twelve empty souls whos souls are now scared
the judge who would lash out and tried to make her sting
tide up by the law, he could'nt do a thing
when just before the verdict he weilded so much power
but by the end of the day, he had used up his hour
in the midst of all this tragity i did see one good thing
i saw all the races marching for the sake of caylee
there was no division of races all the mothers stood together
but there was a few love struck guys like there was for sara palin
and now we have this casualty a misscarriage of justice
nothing we can do about it. it's the law that protects us
when the founding fathers wrote the constitution
they never thought a jury would come to this conclusion
hovering o’er head
a halo? likely stars…
a circle of cuckoo birds
unconscionable violence
toward a sinner or saint
unconscious body…
could have deserved it or not
just desserts or rot…
a good samaritan steals
the show, pretentious or pure
violence of stars…
vigilant suffering haunts
amnesia of act…
his own? the perpetrators?
samaritan out of cash
samaritan posts
on social media, asks
legitimately or not…
green leaves falling from the trees
is he a treasure or thief?
victim lays in bed…
his feathers are dollar bills
and will he rise up…
or cash out? head stuffing-filled?
was he faking all along?
6/1/2023
Simply dispel the assumed notion of friendship and trust,
be stirred by this truth summoning a heavy morality cost;
in adolescence we bursted in laughter and gave spontaneous embraces,
it's very different now, distance has withered the smiles of tenderness.
Friends forget the ones that life forsakes, alone to confront their demise;
are we the ones who watch them struggle by hiding behind a thick wall...
instead of lending a hand and offer comfort when tragedy and illness strike?
And to prove our true friendship, we must stand by them whenever they fall!
I feel sorry for that one fighting fate without wearing a protective shield,
that indispensable armor to fend off adversities and win his many battles...
when nobody stands by him, and I rectify this injustice by defying his foes:
by coming forward, fighting side by side with him and be his defensive friend.
Friends forget the ones that life forsakes, the ones that shared all;
won't greed and idiocy show on their looks of pretentious pride?
Won't shame be smeared on their restless conscience as they appall
at their ingratitude by admitting the massive harm done inside?
Rocky, high lofty mountains do stand tall and
boisterous waves continuously applaud
The rooster crows to commence:
musicians of dolphins, humpbacks and orcas,
vibe with sonic vibrations and
voice their vocal orchestras
Ravens, seagulls and doves chirp the song
The sly rattler rattles his noisy instrument
Crickets click a cool jazzy beat
Mr. grand waterfall has a cascade of steady water tunes
Two love-struck pigeons are dancing in sequence
A gazelle leaps over an enormous rock
A nifty lion roars over a raw hearty meaty meal
There in a meadow, young puppies are barking
a screechy and a pretentious bark
Flowers beautify the landscape: to see
roses, lilies, orchids, impatiens, tulips,
marigolds and lovely violets
They a natural soft colorful prism arrayed
The hills and valleys are unfolding its beauty
Two strong stallion horses are elated
showing their mighty strength
leaping in the air with their hind legs and
hooves kicking
A myriad of fruity fruits are in abundance
and diverse foods favors for taste buds pleasures
like are grapes, oranges, and watermelons
The green trees are spreading out their green leaf branches
giving out; a cool natural shade to all earthly creatures
All people in the world with understanding are rejoicing
and attending. They shouting out praises
and benefiting that of "Earth Praises"
Twas fortnight before inspection 2021...,
Not a human creature stirred, nor seen
throughout Highland Manor,
property carpeted in lush green
gently hilly terrain,
(a deathlike stillness descended un keen
quiet and quite cool April 26th,
deux thousand twenty one).
Vicious rumors circulate wrenching
hammering, and drilling psyche
where mailer demons invade,
that immediate hell fire enfilade
natural hair color made
gray follicular shocks amply pervade
instantaneously turning
Janus faced with Machiavellian
mean streak inlaid
(how word some would say)
"stern", any previous
housewarming aura
experiencing welcome spiel,
nor iota of politesse present,
but Trumpeting her entourage,
asper self important capering escapade
taskmaster known to abrade
even the most stalwart macho,
gung-ho, brave heart appear afraid,
thus oft time tis most
advantageous and optimal
prospective mutineers betrayed
Princess Ja***n Ge***r
harridan de jure ushering tirade
akin to a petit grand mal one
woman banshee masquerade
hoop puts on be preyed
upon switching pretentious airs
dead ringer give
away (immediately
points gnarled finger
sentenced to clinker visage),
non verbal charade
hence unstoppable mounting
anticipatory anxiety manifests
as disabling, impending,
oppressing fate
cannot be delayed
if insubordinate tenants
try with futility to evade
officials with truncheons flayed
doth rarely give surcease
renters passing grade
she, the consummate
de facto grande heiress
of Gr***e & Qu**e
inherited plum deal,
where lifetime employment,
and generously paid
analogous as born
(that way) portrayed
maintaining poker face
into royalty made,
now as single mother
to biracial heir
purportedly inhabits castle
abode with parents,
thus no child
care costs paid
expectant heavy foot
falls getting louder,
(oh...no that jist
my heart pounding
whence approaching raid
so please inform this jade
did troubadour if privy to let
(me and the missus) aid
i.e. a safe and sound
place to call home
with this hole in the poetry wall,
I would immediately
make thee a fair trade
in lieu of living, where
mercilessness doth parade
expenses property upkeep,
teaching (two
door ring) English,
or even employed
as a mister minute maid.
CONVEYING A MESSAGE
THEY FOUND IT EASIER TO COME TO AN UNDERSTANDING
EXCEPT THEY KNEW
THAT EACH WORD SPOKEN
MEANT THE END OF THOSE YESTERDAYS THAT HAD
THEM TOGETHER
THOSE FRIENDS THEY MADE WERE NOW
PEOPLE THEY USE TO KNOW
IN A TIME THAT THEY HAD SHARED
PROSPECTING AREAS TO GAIN NEW RESPECT
WOULD ENTANGLE THEM
THEY SOUGHT BEST AND
FOUND THE
PRETENTIOUS, ARROGANT SIDE OF PEOPLE
THAT VAIN ASPECT OF NOT WANTING TO BE WRONG
AND MAKING RIGHT WHICH HAD BEEN SEEN AS WRONG
AVOIDING THEIR OPPONENTS STRENGTHS
TO EXPLOIT THEIR OPPONENTS WEAKNESS
EACH PROOF OF CONCEPT
WERE IMAGES OF AN ARTIST
THAT SAW SOMETHING
PEOPLE TO PEOPLE
PERSON TO PERSON
CONCEPT TO CONCEPT
THE INTERACTIONS OF EVERY LEVEL
FURTHERED FROM THE INTRODUCTION
WORDS FILLED IN THOSE GAPS
WERE SOUND HAD BEEN
THESE WORDS FORGED INTO PLACE BY THE
ARTISANS NEED TO JIVE
AND MERGE THESE PIECES TOGETHER
Mommy and I are watching out the window at the farmer and his girl.
She is darling, with the strong legs of a runner and a birthing behind.
See that hair beneath her bonnet, Mom whispers. It’s a swivel of a curl.
She has a short face if you ask me, but perhaps this is not very kind.
She cannot have four legs, or a pretty mane like yours, Mr. VompliGent.
She loves horses and her heart is soft. But she is not ugly in any way
Not sure why I got my name, at this point I suppose it’s a compliment.
Our farmer is acting silly too now, chasing her around, his mouth a bray.
Why do they wear all those things on their body? I ask in confusion.
Glad we can run naked and free, not impeded or held back by anything.
I do not know she admits. It would not be comfortable for any fusion.
The giggling and carrying on out there help our hearts to sing.
Farmer has never been this intrigued by a filly before the one at our gates.
We watch them cavort, and see his smile lighting up the pasture true.
I think they will probably be living in the house together soon, Mom states.
In almost no time they bring their young one out to see us, dressed in blue.
We snort and smirk and laugh with our large brown eyes, smiling happily.
They are a cute two-legged couple, and we are glad for them and their babe.
What do you think Mr. VompliGent, farmer asks dewy eyed and sappily.
I think I would rather have a different name, less pretentious, maybe Gabe.
Standing in the wings, on the periphery
of her cultivated world, inhibited only by
station and space, my head slowly spins
into her orbit, my eye lids twitter nervously,
my titillated ears vibrate, my hands tremble,
inner being disassembles, kneeling in deep
contrition, my flattering pose, covered by
plebeian skin, without merit or standing,
not in her purview, goes unnoticed.
Straining to capture a meaningful memento
of her regal essence, if but a quick glance,
token gesture, two or three words spoken
in jest, but, alas, no comely features with
which to attract even a passing stare.
Shriveling in her presence, my net value
laid bare. On my crown, a matted toupee,
a disheveled mound of bristled fibers.
No sterling jewelry to sparkle in her
turquoise eyes. On my wrist, a cheap
sports watch with a plastic band. My
colloquial speech contains no majestic
refrain, her delicate drums to tap, and
no rhythmic cadence, her cochlear bands
to serenade. En-wrapping my taut
form, the trappings of a commoner.
No velvet suit or silk cuffs, her refined
fingers to address; no cashmere
slacks, only a stiff pair of unpleated
Dockers to brush up against her
glimmering, polished legs. But, at
my lowly base, a pair of Dolce &
Gabanna wingtips, exuding a waxy
shine, casting an enthralling glare,
a magical spell with which to cloud
her discerning eyes, and to dissuade
her genteel mind. With one lengthy
stride, I introduce my intentions. Her
condescending eyes now peel away
my pretentious threads, and, with an
outstretched hand, beckons me to
her side, presses me against her
throbbing bosom. The lurid dance
begins, ending only after the darkness
filters the floss of my wingtips from
her dilated eyes.
Packaging
Odorous
Objects
Projected
People
Offer
Other
Perceptions
People
Ordain
Offensive
Philosophies
Psychological
Onslaught
On
Philosophy
Presented
On
One's
Plate
People
Occupy
Outer
Parameters
Persons
Oscillate
Over
Preponderance
Pious
Officers
Offer
Pontifications
Pretending
Offers
Outlandish
Presuppositions
Proliferations
Of
Outdated
Platonism
Plagiarism's
Only
Odoriferous
Pal
Past
Odors
Of
Popery
Prelate
Ordinations
Of
Potpourri
Pretentious
Outcries
Often
Perturbate
Picketing
On
Ostentatious
Presumptions
Purposely
Obstructing
Our
Peace
Perfunctory
Offerings
Often
Plenary
Passing
Of
Odorous
Peeps
Picking
Of
One's
Probiscis
Plugging
Outlets
Often
Penetrated
Penetrating
Observations
Overturns
Perversion
Piecemeal
Obfuscation
Overshadows
Positivity
Placating
Out-front
Of
Platitudes
Prehistorically
Outlandish
Oversight
Provided
Put-ons
Overly
Off
Putting
Previous
Outdated
Oracles
Proffered
Predestination
Overlooked
On
Prejudice
Pantheon
Of
Opaque
Problems
Conclusion:
Pallial
Overt-ers
Overpouring
Poo
Pavlov's
Over-salivating
Over
Pealing
A once opaque veil has become gossamer.
In the dawn of Aquarius, the light of the 'ego' is becoming dimmer.
A changing of the guard is being felt throughout the land.
Sweet souls are awakening, and the third eye is seeing now. Man is beginning to overstand.
The grim reaper is gathering his tools as he makes his rounds.
Out west, through the 'Dirty South', in the Midwest, up the East Coast, and uptown.
Cresting crows caw as they sound the alarm.
A call for imminent change from dark to light, so no longer will you be charmed.
Heaving their way up from the stained red carpet.
Wonderfully ascending to a luminous space that has a beautiful white-violet.
Now the funeral procession begins to roll.
Celebrity with its pretentious gown no longer will man extol.
Death of celebrity_____
Now a fresh sense of clarity.
Death of celebrity_____
So long to idolatry.