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"HIGH TECH LYNCHING"
April 6, 2023, a dark and sad day in Tennessee history
Black men striped of their first amendment right to tell their story
The Declaration of Independence, states that "all men are created equal"
But the miscarriage of justice carried out in Nashville, quite illegal
Two young black Representatives expelled from the state house
Wrongfully discarded, unconstitutionally trashed, with many doubts
Simply because of the color of their skin
The perpetrators will never win
Black people in the south, still faced with remmnants of Jim Crow
They continuously want to constrain our voices, don't you know
Systemic racism is still alive and well
Brothers and Sisters open your eyes, because it's not that hard to tell
The act of expulsion, was a planned strategy
Nothing more than a senseless tragedy
From start to finish, this was all about race
Just a blatant power grab to put two uppity blacks in their place
The nation mourns for the loss souls in the Nashville legislature
Blinded by the darkness of corruption, with a revengeful nature
They rammed down our throats, a historical, unprecedented expulsion
Two black men politically lynched, for a house, decorum rules intrusion
Modern day slavery, still keeping us down
I am embarrassed to say that Memphis is my home town
Don't misconstrue, "Modern Day Slavery", as victimhood
We're not victims, just oppressed people, with our plight misunderstood
As black people, brought to this country on slave ships
As we continue to be mistreated, we harken back to those trips
Why are we, refused and denied our deserved respect
Maybe because when we reflect, our opinions are honest and direct
Pulaski County Tennessee, birth home of the Klu Klux Klan
To overcome southern disenfranchisement, voting is the plan
For us to neutralize that "Good Ole Boy" mentality
As a people, we must realize that it's more than a formality
For, far too long, we have been degraded and downtrodden
We refuse to be your foot stool any longer, we beg your pardon
Many people have lost their sense of civility
Engaging in bigotry and not taking responsibility
When some people present themselves as racists
Don't entertain the negative, just be an escapist
When some in society dismiss an education
They are easily persuaded with misinformation
The company wishes to research an idea.
Creating slotted aluminium frames that
Would be 18 inches thick centered between
Two areas.the external area would be double
slotted to house a poly thermal fiberboard which
Is housed behind a weather sealed plyboard. Which would be tightened
A sealed with weather resistant sealant.
The interior would be a weather sealed
the fiberboard internal plyboard would be to
exposed to create an interior wall. The idea also is designed
To use rough untreated lumber both interior and
External. With in the 18 inch cavity sand, cob, concrete
Or strawbales could be used to create the complete
Wall. An aluminium frame using the same dynamics
Would make the roof creating a pocket to be filled
With dirt, rammed earth, or cob to create a roof which
Could use external roofing to complete the project.
The structure would sii on footings and a concrete
Slab would be poured internal to create a floor.
Using rebar in both wall and ceiling is make uniform
Structurally sound walls to protect you from the elements.
Over lapped roofs to rid water run off.
Door and window kits designed to create a designers appeal
The structure to be priced under $10,000; with connection
Packages to create the mansionary roommate of your personal desire. Wealth determinational appendicitis dwellings. Using earthy materials to lessen the price of
Construction, allowing the aluminium and wood to create the
Desired look. Stain and shellac the plyboard. Scorn and oil
The untreated lumber. Create the perfect look.
Research and development.
Idea two...
Use untreated lumber to create 16 inch agaped boxes of fill
With a mixture of dirt and cement with rebar; of make the boxes with plyboard exterior attach rebar,fill two inches of cement fill with straw and.mud and cement mixture cap the top with cement.first you have to drill holes for bolts to attach new sections of the same material. Use plyboard to cover the area. This walling process can be used with a tracoring plan to allow the walls to be site receivable once cured.
Or creation of an aluminium frame with fiber walls walls
With poly insulation boards agaped and filled with earthen matrails priced under $10,000 to be attached to a trailers chassis.
It wasn’t that I’d done you wrong
I welcomed you into my heart’s home
I cherished you
And I fed you
I protected you
I let you dream your dreams
In comfort
In safety
And I loved you
You were my own
And yet….
Day upon day
You waited for the opportunity
To confess
Knowing it would kill me
Knowing I would bleed
You had a perverse pleasure
In planning….
To murder my heart
And I never had a clue
I trusted you
You planned…you observed
And all the while you smiled
Acting sweet and caring
Checking on me
Making sure my needs were met
And then
Out of nowhere
Like lightning
You struck my unsuspecting heart
Rammed the dagger in deep
And twisted
Twisted
To make sure
All the blood was spilt
Satisfied and sure of yourself
You hid your gruesome work
Underneath layers of indifference
Buried
Or so you thought
But every now and then
You hear it
I know….I can see it on your face
You hear the beating of my heart
My tell-tale heart
It still beats for you
It’s still alive
You try to deaden it
The noise
It’s driving you mad
As you wine and dine her
You try to make love to her
More vigorously than before
More often
More intensely
But as she is screaming your name
Begging you for more
In the crescendo of passion
You heart it
The beating of my heart
It drowns out her voice
It drowns out everything
It pounds in your head
You can’t go on
Angry
You leave her wanting
As you run out of the room screaming…
“STOP IT
I hear your cry
I killed your love
Why do you still haunt me?”
Beat after beat after beat
My heart is still alive
You feel it
You are drawn to it
She notices
They notice
You are agitated
Something is driving you mad
It’s me
You remember my goodness
My smile...my bed...my scent
my love...my body...my warmth
That pounding in your head
Is desire for me
It gets louder…LOUDER
As you walk over to where I stand
With each quickened step
The pounding intensifies
Surely everyone must hear it
You come closer
The indifference gone from your face
Love...Passion...Repentance
I hear the beating
Thundering in my own ears
My love for you
You are closer
You put your head on my chest
Your tears wet my blouse
I run my hands through your hair
As I whisper…
“Listen…
My Tell-Tale heart
Is still beating for you!”
Eileen Manassian Ghali
HE: I felt so alive for a minute there.
The moonlight struck your face.
Beauty fired my senses, arousing.
SHE: Tell me, I need to know you care.
HE: What will that tell you, what will it mean? What you already
know? Or a dubious ambivalence that you cannot face?
SHE: You think we move too fast, I know. Pieces
tearing away from us in blurring slipstreams?
Would they strip us to the bones of unknown futures?
Things we cannot sustain? Would such velocity deny you
grip of your own personality. I wouldn’t ask that of you…
HE: Who knows what you would or would not ask of me if
we don’t stop to think?
To drink the air after rainfall, to watch
the moonlight reflect in your tears,
sweet silvered orbs of mountain dew.
The savour of your essence, languid integration,
development of a degree of certainty – barriers against pain and despair.
SHE: My tears? You mention my tears. My tears drawn
from the well of your own sinking, buckets dipped in
rupturing premature graves.
The dagger plunge of reticence; failure
to tell me of love; to say yes, come on, let’s go –
and damn consequence.
To hell with consequence. Tell me…
HE: Truthfully I am unsure of what to tell you.
I hesitate to express it. I think, yes, I am in love
with you…but do I love you? It’s early…too early…
SHE: I want to speed. I want to race. To run, shouting
with adulation of you in
rapture of your adoration for me. I want to
move, fast, the way you moved against my
flesh when needs must,
when passion, lust, jawed and scavenged your will
and rammed it against my bleeding feminine surrender.
Time is wasting. Why can you not move fast?
HE: Fast? Faster than the rush of eroticism
and it’s frantic tumult? Why, because the danger lies
in reality and its fickle machinations. And it is this:
we need to pace ourselves, for love, like
the nature of existence itself,
cannot be hurtled towards or through or against.
Cynical it may sound, but neither is built to last, and
neither are we. Each moment damns us by its intricacy
You are…you are really crying now…I see…
SHE: Men!
The groom will keep his name
whilst she will change hers
to his. We talked over these things
as we constructed a home
that would become home to the new couple.
Some laughed when they asked us
to construx the place.
We put four corners up using poles
we used untreated lumber
interconal and external leaving the walls hollow
we used cobb to fill the walls
we found it best to
construx in quarters
building
to where the bottom of the window would be
and then ramming the cobb into the agapes.
we used cob and concrete
and drove rebar into the softened material.
we put concrete blocks and slabs of stones
in the pre dug trenches
and pour concrete in the bottom before
we began constructing box type walls
that we packed from the ground
and nailed them in place using
the bobcat.
separating the two materials allowed us to
save time by separating the cobb
which meant both parts could cure
separate and we could
continue work
not worrying about overloading the wall
and allowing errors.
we put a barn type roof on using tin and plyboards.
we used a faux stone decorative brick
on the exterior
the place looked authentic and brick.
Inside we used a natural stone ledger panels
to give a Desert look to the inside.
Certain areas inside used sheetrock
which we used mitered edged We cedar
and stained and shelaced the wood
and painted the sheetrock a cream color.
the center of the place had rammed earth walls
four walls that didn't touch but were
join together
using pallet wood
from the floor to the ceiling.
the pallet wood had been treated
with borax and stained.
we explored building topless and bottomless boxes.
and drilling holes
in the dirt
installing poles
and places the boxes around the poles
and filling them wi cob
on our next project
we'd use the same system
to creat rooms with this structure.
and would use te
large beams to
create a roof.
that would use both plyboard and tin.
sixteen by sixteen
centered windows
Trinity
Divinity, obscenity,
Inferiority complex.
Obey the mighty trinity,
From their rule there's no defect.
Total bliss and serenity,
Through times of peace and war.
They always know the enemy,
And drive them to the floor!
True vanity insanity,
Appearance or reality.
You start a great calamity,
But who you seek is you not me.
Look in the mirror who appears,
No shadow of a doubt.
Reflected are your greatest fears,
That you can't live without.
Democracy, Hypocrisy,
Delusion in the conclusion.
Hide behind the Geography,
Begin to cause mass confusion.
Wandering without direction,
Aimlessly with no cure.
You seek another's protection,
They seek to destroy you.
Monstrosity, Atrocity,
Pretentious Adventurous.
The answer is now lost in me,
So can you suffer such a loss?
Death Defying Disasters Damned,
Devine Division Due.
In traffic when your car gets rammed,
Do you yell out "Screw You"?
Demolishing, Abolishing,
All for the great Mechanicum.
Humans are slowly becoming,
Obsolete as we fall to them.
Machines who rain mass destruction,
Death comes in many ways.
Demise was mankind's construction,
And now we count the days.
Mankind will find we're blind behind,
Our walls of granite stone and brick.
We created the overmind,
Our blindness truely makes me sick.
We can not stand and can not fight,
This crap just makes me sick.
Would someone aid us in our plight,
And could you make it quick?
We will recruit, it's absolute,
Fight machines with the fiery forge.
But in the end our plight is mute,
We lose the war, on blood they gorge.
Our lust for power was our end,
And that thing which we craved.
So now the white flag we must send,
Humanity enslaved.
Slavery most unsavory,
Elemental event.
You would climb up the toughest tree,
And just to circumvent.
Move further away from the light,
To the vicinity.
Do not resist and do not fight,
The Mighty Trinity.
Form:
It was a silent night, the sun had gone down, the moon and the stars had taken over the night shift.
Little did the human species in my apartment know that there was a fascinating scintillating and charming creature present in my room. This fascinating scintillating and charming creature is a paragon of beauty, the creative handy work of the creator.
As the alarm of the wall clock sounded, alas! It was midnight. This paragon of beauty made her first seductive move. She smiled at me from the sofa where she was sitting. Her smile was contagious. Oh! What is this happening to me? I also responded with a smile. Right inside of me I knew I had already fallen for her but pretended. She stood away from the sofa and walked towards me.
As she bent over her body to kiss me, the two sets of her breasts popped out of her clothes. They looked so ravishing, enticing and inviting. Well, I was ever ready for this task ahead of me. I grabbed the two sets of balls and rammed into them using the expertise of my tongue to tickle the ever stirring nipples which had already grown over an inches longer. She moaned in deep indescribable pleasure and ecstasy as if she was in Fantasy Island.
On noticing her loud moans I sealed her lips with kisses, thereby reducing the volume of her loud moans. At this point in time my temperature had risen to its boiling point of breakage and needed a deep well of cool water to ease the high erotic tension. She has no choice than to ease this tension which she initiated.
I held and turned her under me and connected myself into her internet of extricating and electrifying pleasure island of no return. Finally out of my buoyant milk industry I poured out my milk into her desert to fertilize it. Ooh! I now feel like an accomplished man. With a deep breath of relief, I suddenly woke up from my sleep and discovered it was all a dream, a fallacy. Wow! I screamed. Why was it a dream?
My mind was once tranquil lavender...
an equal blend of blue and red.
Sometimes a tone darker or lighter
depending upon the issue at hand-
Recently its blooming only one color.
Because I've been told over and over.
To shut up-to not think independently.
To follow in lockstep the smoke and the bleating.
Think only like the riotous others...
and to this, the louder I'll speak.
I've being scolded and told I was born a racist.
Because my plumage is snow white.
But I've never painted a black person a thug.
I only judge by how one leads their life...
My hearts always has been with the underdog.
Until they revived Jim crow law
until they ran their mouths
shouted me down
kicked my heart about
like a rusted tin can-
I've been muzzled for endless months.
via a masked campaign of corruption and deception.
Been quarantined -jabbed again and again.
With marginal medicine and shady remedies.
They've threatened both livelihood and liberties.
My free range and right just to be...
They've treated me as an animal.
Branded by their political blade.
Across the nape of freedom
for the sake of power and
the God all mighty dollar-
My second amendment is always under fire.
From the rose colored, self-righteous rioting crowd.
Now I wear a perpetual-conspiratorial frown.
My tongue inflamed with higher caliber rounds-
You've poked the eagle-ruffled its nest.
Now it's been fully awakened by the blowtorch.
You've rammed inside its once peaceful head,,
Its long dormant talons slowly unfurling.
Honing its beak on the starry stone of liberty...
Because for decades you've force fed it.
A concoction of plastic-philosophical blues.
Now its crowned in a shade of blood red.
It flies even higher and calls ever louder.
Because you've poked it -prodded and mocked it.
Until its patience completely bled out-
The labels, some serve to award with honour
and others are just straight up meant to demean
The much sought after accolades and the prestige, ever so enticing
lend a tender sweet stroke to massage and pamper the ego
The reproof and the infamy delivers a gut wrenching punch
to the sternum that tears down dignity and dampens the spirit
Stick with the labels and divide the masses in the end
Crammed into tiny pens, forced into little spaces, misfitted into misshaped places, often left bent out of shape, square plugs rammed into round sockets even
We've all at one point felt the burn of the pressure to seamlessly fit in and thus bore the burden of unwanted labels while nursing clamped mandibles at the same time
Some dying to fit in to only end up stuffed into a labelled pigeonhole
Others tagged with derisive tabs that turn them into social outcasts
Might be enthralled at first but soon enough you'll be trapped for life
Your path paved by caste and class and your fate sealed with a label
Now it's yours to carry, a solid identity they say and you nod and say yay to the labels
Some flattering and others just straight up disheartening
A much needed crutch for some, a means to an end for others and a desperate need for hierarchy for most
A burden to the free souls, a hindrance to being unique and a means to control the masses soon enough
Spare me the labels asseblief
I'm here trying to figure out how to be human first and foremost
I need a moment to orientate myself now that my shackles and blinders are off
I am more than enough just the way I am, of this I'm sure now
Labels might interfere with the path I'm meant to take to evolve
Form:
Washing Up
It's high time I did the washing up
What a chore, What a bore,
I crept into the Kitchen, just look at the mess
Now I want to wash up, even less
A baking tray on its edge
Seventeen glasses! on the window ledge
A chopping board with smears unknown,
Just more cause to whinge and moan
All the pots and pans are used and left in disarray
Somethings in the corner which once, was beef satay
Cutlery on plates, cutlery in bowls
Find an empty patch is the first of my goals
Oven door open and the plates rammed on a shelf
A column of coffee cups hidden on the floor with stealth
I sigh to myself "Let the washing commence"
And start stacking dishes until the pile is too dense
And then of course I have to stop
Drying up to do on top
I take a moment and look around
it looks a little less thank god! I sure I nearly drowned
Now change the water and start again
Glasses first, wipe away the red wine stain
Big sharp knives one two three
Then mugs and cups and cutlery
A knife, a fork, a black fish slice
A knife, a spoon, a tray for ice
A spoon, a knife, a pizza wheel
A fork, a spoon, and potato peel
Yuk
The washing bowl is empty, the pans are put away
The hob is clean and tidy, ready for another day
Just a quick look round, I know I'm almost done
If there is anything else, I think I might just run
The cups are marching in the cupboard, handles right
Glasses are put away and the door, closed tight
The plates are neatly piled all ordered by size
The bowls are stacked on top in high rise
At last I've done all that I'm able
I collapse into a chair
Three glasses on the coffee table
Just sitting there