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AMERICA, OH AMERICA
America, oh America, the mother of Exiles,
Mighty woman with a torch,
Towers high as a top notch
Whose flame is the imprisoned fire
With conquering limbs empire,
Astrife from kingdom to kingdom
Aiming to regulate the world's freedom
Fooled the world, psychopathic savagery
Comes a nightmare nation's can't win. Sadly
Inciting the world's pain
Just for a self-centered gain.
Why enforce anti-coronavirus vaccine
To reduce the world strain
And population via an epidemic never seen
Earth quacking, nation's unconscious
Micro chip initiative, a sociopathic barbarism,
5th Generation arising but the world is suspicious
Now terrorism unites the Christians and every Muslim
Illuminati illuminating ill-boding injuries
With unimaginable wealth and affluence,
Obsession for power and control influence
Implementing the Luciferean agenda,
On a mission of no retreat no surrender,
Initiating a Bill through the Gates,
Deaths baits? Well, we will willingly wait.
Bill's Billions breeding bioactive vaccines,
Satan launching his arsenals and machineries,
Forby mendacities leading to deadly advancement,
Deceitfully enforcing a One World Government
Suggestively and opinionatedly by Pope Francis
Preparing the ground for the Antichrist menace.
"In God We Trust" means God's own country
Now oridinary a slogan to all and sundry,
Deviated from the Godly path of ancestors & esteemed,
No more the dream the dreaming dreamers dreamed.
America, oh America!
VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright © 8th April, 2020.
"I'm hearing images, I'm seeing songs no poet has ever painted
Voices call out to me, straight to my heart"
Cold, emotionless, and her nature, defiant
Hard to connect with as well as unreliant
A boarding school for outcasts such as Wednesday
Revenge for brother, brings on her sinister way
Dysfunctional families—ivory towers make wagers
Enrolled are lost souls and morbid teenagers
Like Arkham Asylum, a long and brutal history
Medieval mayhem come to life again in her story
Nevermore Island, Romania’s Nevermore Academy
Unconventional practices become their enemy
Designed for students with extreme personalities
Who don’t think their practices convey abnormalities
Is an all American coming-of-age supernatural
Tangled in spider silk or it’s web, which is factual?
And there it is the unscrupulous psycho-therapist
A principal’s shapeshifter and her sorceress rapist
Forcing thoughts back into some semblance of order
Werewolves, vampires, gorgons, and sirens who boarder
Are the architectural texts with applications ubiquitous
And the requisite archaic desperate mass exodus
Dark long tresses, paints it black in gothic dresses
Many who are romantic interests she addresses
Rises to an ovation with a most clever shadow dance
Sanity, reason, balance, rationality, and much arrogance
Behind the smiling facade of normality where lie derelicts
There lurks a psychopathic serial killer, and other convicts
Beyond their control, declined their world of decadence
Insanity, lunacy, madness, the outcasts show no evidence
Highly severe psychological and physical illnesses?
Or real paranormal abominations and alien devises
Guiding her are messages from the beyond with passion
Her lecture combined intellectual lucidity and compassion
Thoughts and words cannot be reconciled
In the tunnel I'm locked
Echo of mortal words
and the footprints of the killer
Spiders and hordes of bats
Although I am inviolable, death is stronger
I can not fight against the power of darkness
in this criminal underworld
Raw and intense - brutal realities
Trapped in my own body
Closes my eyes and disappears into my own existence
I realize the pitiful truth
The sledgehammer hits harder and harder
An ice cold, psychopathic killer
The head and the heart will so gladly accept
this indescribably ruthless pain
The past and the future are killed
I hope the shadows never find me
____/____ let my soul rest
until we meet again
28/01/2021
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
Murder in the Tunnel Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
3rd place in the contest
Golden sorrow, wishful ocean breeze
Prick me in the heart, Pluck the cure for your disease
Painted violet for everyone to see
Crimson was the hue, not the colour made to bleed
Carve my mind, plant seeds inside my brain
The wiring of a circuit, I’ll never be explained
“Psychopathic” who is there to blame
For my soul not being the same
Maybe i should tear it all apart
See how long ill go without a heart
I’m not morbid, I never would cause harm
Be grateful you know who you are
Burn me twice, rip the skin off of my face
Document and watch me decay
I’m not human so I don’t have a say
Celebrate if I die today
Slash my skin, or gouge one of my eyes
Fearful of the ink inside
Clutch my throat so I put up a fight
The vivid screams I still hear from that night
Shadowed terrors, the night was what I feared
Soaking through my duvet were tears
Painful breaths whilst covering my ears
When my eyes weren’t closed I thought my end was near
Lightning, thunder, oh how I had changed
My mind has been different since that day
Compensation, I suppose they had to pay
And I suppose that included my therapy
I may be used to standing on a stage
But every actor plays a different face
If Not Us, Who?
Some leader will come and save us!
The political lie of the day.
We just don’t want to cause any fuss.
Just relax and get poem of the day?
While old men are kicked in the streets,
And Fentanyl kills young and old….
Shhh..just write about only things sweet?
As the American Constitution turns to mold.
Boys become girls, girls become boys?
We loudly cheer the WOKE culture on!
The sane world thrown out the window.
While our black-hooded shirts we don!
Wrong is now right, and right is so wrong!
But let’s just drink or merrily, puff it away?
And above all, to get along with the throng!!
Pretend American values are here to stay!
Churches and values are so old hat!
We are the new, smart Green generation.
So you see, we’ve no time at all for that.
Only our words deserve revered representation.
We refuse to see the dictators in charge,
Shredding our great cultures apart.
To those making us poor, we give them our
ultimate homage.
So, one day we all will be equal, and live in
equality in the same junkyard!
We welcome Communism where no man
can have more than another?
Perhaps first, all our freedoms must first disappear.
How jealous we are now of our are wealthy sisters
and brothers!
Perchance, one day we won’t be on a train, run by
a psychopathic, engineer!
God Help Us
9/28/2022
I'm going back to the beginning of the ending in everything. Like the past kaliedascoping inside a mind wired with colorful glimpses hiding behind reflective times. I must reconcile the spinning and twitching of memories flying by, by balancing out my time in this present life, latching on to the fact that I attract the most unrelatable circumstances to my table of unfed; crying icicle tears of lonliness...Asking, why do I even try to make sense of all this mess? Hmmm...What a situation I have looking back into....Its a maze-filled haze of unregrettable, tending to those psychopathic energy draining endeavors....from misguided tenderly trying to fix the situation into a happily ever after ending that never materializes because.......
In the beginning, there was the original sin; whereby evil seduced a new creation into the delusional thinking that there was more happiness in the taking of what didn't belong to her, than by being obedient before her maker....Beguiling her wiles was a slithering satanic smile with the plight of her newborn, slain inside murderous intentions rendering her immobilized with desperation riddled, there was no forgiveness, depression; the first instance of mourning through the imperfection in her choosing her type of seperation anxiety bereft of a Father leaving her cold naked and exposed because of how she chose to reject what was perfectly shameless and holy,.
If she had a chance, would she go back to the beginning making the ending amended, choosing wisely, instead of putting faith in a fork- tounged liar that promised.....her eyes would be opened and she would be just like God knowing evil and good, that she would never die....because of the evilness. in his lie.......spinning the kaleidoscope into mind bending times...my oh my,....
The wheels of justice might turn slow,
but...fear not those Dom (men knows)
minions defrauding decent folks...THUS
We (the Gods/Goddesses of Olympus)
interrupt this regularly scheduled pro
gram to deliver urgent unanimous verdict...
Telegram Spake Reportage...Justice
handed down from court of King Crimson...
NO “FAKE” vaccinated exception, exoneration,
edict decrees corruption, collusion breached,
Boyscout apprenticeship annulled antithetical
American aggrandizing Aegis.. presidential
Pillsbury doughboy, who haint nothing butta
zealous wantonly terrifying questing quack
psychopathic puissant mailer daemon;
earmarked legal writs excusing and/or
recusing himself, and his denizen, nee
army practicing vanity, thuggery, pernicious
perjury, ornery odious obloquy, noxious
notorious nincompoop narcissism,
muckraking manhandling malodorous
majority, lewdly lecherous, larcenous knave,
knowingly kickstarting jabbering jackanapes,
impertinently impeach-ably impeccably
impiously impudent, hoodwinking haughtily,
gum-shun grubbing, groping, fondling females,
exploiting exemptions, expunging executive
excruciatingly, excellently ersatz erected,
egregiously delightfully crotch clamping
chicanery, commander in (Mis)chief,
bonanza axed...Effective immediately!
A more qualified individual, or any other
livingsocial creature sought for present
vacancy of PRESIDENT
OF UNITED STATES ASAP!
"Thus Spoke Zarathustra"
proclaims the Dawn of Man &
The Monolith
From the ancient past
to the (retro)futuristic present
as the flying bone
becomes a satellite in orbit
Blue Danube waltz
serenades space:
the Pan Am space plane
gracefully docks with
the space station
Ligeti’s haunting polyphony
envelopes space:
Floyd visits
The Monolith on the
immaculately stark moon
Beautifully tragic
Khachaturian ballet suite
announces the Discovery’s
lonely mission to Jupiter
Bowman methodically unplugs
the homicidal HAL
as the psychopathic e-brain
sadly sings “Daisy, daisy…”
He enters the wormhole
in the Monolith orbiting Jupiter
travels through infinity
at FTL velocity
transfixed by the epic
irreal journey
And then finds himself in a
luxury hotel room
somewhere in the universe:
dying on a bed
he sees the Monolith
and is transformed
into a Star-Child
who floats toward Earth
What will the Star-Child
do?
Back to normal
The festivities are over, and the morning news
is about the war in Ukraine, we are told how successful
their army is shooting down 13 drones and killing a Russian in a boat.
Regarding the ongoing slaughter in Gaza, it was hardly mentioned, one assumes it was too grisly a show
so early in the morning.
On another news channel, the boat is now a warship, and many sailors were killed
the Zelinsky regime has changed the orthodox Christmas 7th of January to Europe's calendar to the applause of UE who takes delight in such matter
President Zelinsky, who has not been elected to this job,
insist he is winning the war against Russia,
his view is
echoed by Jens Stoltenberg, the NATO chief, acting as the USA's errand boy, and when a new NATO chief is elected, he has a job lined up as the governor of Oslo's State-directed bank.
So, this is what you receive when you play ball,
a top job
the king's medal in gold, and the applause from a
psychopathic press, who never fails to mention his athletic prowess, an expert terrain runner, he sprints where rabbits hesitate to run
I knew his father, an able politician, in Norway there
are political families (dynasties)
who direct the outcome of elections, and they are not even Jewish.
The people do not interfere in the political discourse
as long as beer comes in tall cans and is available
at all hours.
As we get older, things become important
the black cook in the cafe was back to work,
she had been
criticized for behaving like an angry black woman
I defended her
not easy to be a cook in a hot kitchen
my portion of bacalao was enough to take
half of it home for my evening meal
A miasma of memories… nights in solitude
Spiraling perdition… shadows intrude
Underlying trepidation… behind vacant eyes
A journey interrupted… by pathetic lies
Abysmal human flaw… egregiously depraved
Disguised in shining armor… sanity unsaved
A heart deeply damaged… no diastolic rhythm
A skeleton of tragedy… a diabolic victim
Psychopathic vengeance... brainwashed auras
Sinister and lurking… trapped in night horrors
Phantom turbulence … cause unknown
Screaming nightmares… voice is your own
Thuds of heavy footsteps… following behind
Dreadful premonitions… racing in your mind
Full body tremors… demons dance nearby
Destruction of a lost soul... surrender or die
Originally written as "Funeral of Self Will" July 18, 2016.
Edited and re-titled "Surrender or Die" April 14, 2018