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There's A Pedophile In The House...
(ah...ah...ah...ham eye white...???)
OMG,... and he looks...
SAY WHAT??? just like me???,...
absolutely NO WAY!!!,
would this sensitive,
respectful, "FAKE" veejay
quiet-natured, mindful,
loving, kind, underplay
justice invoking, hew today
mainly, gentle, friendly, "I say"
enlightened, democratic chap redisplay
any besotted abominable,
blamable, culpable, quay
esse chin hubble
despicable, execrable prey
dot door formidable,
inhospitable...overplay
ying faux indulgent,
NOR be mistaken
to assay, betray, convey,
display, expressway more fay
writ his'm to
gainsay hearsay, inveigh
jaw dropping "FAKE"
yuge weak accusations
(by a long shot), sans
basket of conspiring deplorables
attempting to assassinate
bigly believe me tubby "stupid"
winning loser to berate,
who doth unequivocally create
mine substantial vocabulary rumor,
versus 4th grade reading level
trumpeting librettist - thee great
test Don Quixote
(as falsely sung with hate
full sotto voce), and ramped up
as ill suited mate
a minus [sic] zero moron,
which doth hapt
tubby incredibly tremendous
disservice to bona fide classy idiots
with a lot of money
(like the millions and billions
of my golfing confrères)
given bent iron golf clubs
used by crooked Hillary,
when former Secretary of State
ideal for Putin on the Ritz
by far less exciting, with
Bill Clinton's flirtatious flits
trained pudenda purse
sin null property
of intern (NO FALLACY)
topped as southern delicacy dish
consume mated with buttered grits
pricked prurient peccadilloes licks
suddenly recalling seminal kicks
starting, how with Little Rock kits
he received assistance,
sans starts and fits,
eventually then nubile
ingenue Monica Lewinsky
called time out, cuz at her wits
end once assisting helping
express his "naughty bits,"
when done completing
cum mincecd secrete mission
blue dress draped
expensively furred
(i.e. tricked out) in her
"FAKE" minx hiding
sable animal spirits,
when animal rights
activists vehemently protested
out-coming result
slapping former president
with a PETA file.
Clouds of the future, in the present day
Astronomical Lies of would-be Biblical, but Judeo-Masonic deception,
sleeping world enjoys its enslavement unconsciously,
as though by default
Majority rule is democracy?
But, the majority insists on immoral high ground
and is anyway
the majority manipulated
towards a certain tyranny
Terraforming our once beautiful planet
into a controlled
and abberated self criticism, elitism and love of
depopulation..
An envisioned pretense of
coincidental hell on Earth
Wake up sheeple wake up.
"Nice clear skies...Nothing to see here,
Move along, that's right move along"
Conspiracy Theory,
conspire against
pragmatic research,
hard fought-for, hard won
Government agencies
working in tandom with
and dictated to,
by age old secret societies
Owned and controlled
mass media oulets
and social platforms
enforce legitimacy,
perpetuate and smother
the propaganda and the lies
Censorship of speech eventually..
All freedom dies
Technocracy surfaces
as authoritarianism deconstructs
any and all opposition,
If you think you've heard
of this before,
sensed it even
you may be right,
you may sense or see
glimpses of truth still..
Does it matter that the weather modification projects
ramped up in earnest
from the late 1990's onwards
employing underground laboratories,
added Aluminum, Mercury,
Barium, Strontium and more
are bending, twisting and constructing
new chemical formulae,
for 'we the people'
to inhale?
Is this then,
an almost certain dystopian future
for their children too?
For and within patented
Jet propulsion, Big Oil
global system,
"Nice NORMAL skies, just a figment of the imagination - nothing to see here, move along, move along"
continued in Part 2 to follow..
The MAN
-THE SPIRIT-
- THE SEED
All dwell in the same abode
In the temple
where they are ripened
to be born -
Conditioned in holding tanks.
THE swishing of moving waters
gentle memories
conditioned in silence.
in holding tanks that were replicas
of wombs.
gentle memories from the world
where angles fluttered.
Imaginations are contagious
we all had the same dream
The MAN
- The spirit-
- The seed
delivered unto the
vastness of judgement
hated femininity-
no earthly peace.
When man has the gift
in spite of you,
You insult his dignity.
No peace on this plain-
Your haughtiness,
your naughtiness
naughtiness is too
of a word nice -
maybe babies are- the word
Strange, is better.
The MAN
- The spirit-
- The seed
There is something about the lips -
Lips,shaped like
(pictures I have seen)
of cherubs mouths.
But still we have not perished.
All imaginations
could not bear witness
to the same whatever.
someone is sick
caught some disease
came from poverty and
blossomed like a lily in a
cesspool pond.
Hearts seeking
solace inside
The sweethearts
the clean-hearts
deep immersion
where no pain dwells
where the well disciplined
well guided-thoughts
are ushers in my temple.
The inner silence where -
No thoughts run ramped
My peace of mind-
my saving grace-
from the world i have to face.
The flute talks the
flute is my guide
I am still. Just still.
CLEAN-HEARTS
INSIDE-
WHERE
THE INNER
SILENCE RESIDES ...
and no
creature be despised
neither
The MAN
- The spirit-nor
- his seed
However we came into being,
Commenting on anything and everything,
I am sure was not factored in,
When it came time to give us a brain.
When it became obvious that our brains were about to implode,
Computers appeared on the scene,
And one would have thought the need, to comment on everything,
We know nothing about would be reduced,
And our brains would resume normal service,
But no, we seem to have ramped up the comments,
Which now, carry hate, which is another monkey on our back,
Which in turn gets more Knee jerk reactions from those,
We attempt to destroy with words as sharp as any knife.
For those without the urge to be the fastest on the draw,
To shoot off comments til their brain starts to haemorrhage,
It is your duty to send out messages of Love and Hope,
Before any more brains start imploding.
The feeling in me one of inadequacy
The pressure builds boiling my skin to peel
Coming apart tearing at the seems
Thoughts run ramped life tragic and frantic
Pushing me away from my normalcy
The uncontrollable me breathing so heavily
Sweat dripping off of my mentality
Nervously is my charged energy
I resign it's too late, no more time
So I lie down to do or die and softly cry
Wondering why God why am I still alive
The revelation haunting me it's so damaging
My stomach in my throat where my heart it chokes
All the way down to my final breath...and death...
11/27/17
Written for contest: "Emotional anger, hurt, rage"
Hosted by: Lewis Raynes
Won 4th Place in Contest Results
HUMANITIES REALITIES
The morality rate is at an all-time low
Disparity runs ramped in the streets
The reality of it all screams out "NO"
While everyone's volcanity seethes in heat
The fatality of decency, the mundanity of life
Lost vitality in heart, mind, body , and soul
The profanity we curse caused by pain and strife
Trying to think with a mentality like a 5 year old
The inanity of our Spirituality is cause for concern
Fearing the brutality of he who holds the keys
The formality in how we all just wait our turn
While people in urbanity walk around on their knees
The insanity of humanity, such a depressive state
Exhausting our veracity beating on one another
The criminality in our belief, the fires burn in hate
Glamourizing the totality of pitting brother against brother
01/25/17