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they die for you
at night, alone, they cry from your noose
infants born starving on your military base
Usually lawyers marvel at these various cases
Still they die for you
Faced down in the devils tears
Last goodbyes from your noose
Like a soldier
To be your hero is their responsiblity
Bury your dehydrated ruins beneath that boulder
Move along swiftly, maintain, your agility
Rest your head amongst this heated, sunbeded sand
The only purity our lucifer may ever release
Seems you have fallen victim to an unleaded hand
When sincere to be, is your only peace
Will you protect us
When we try you
Will you hang for our neglected trust
You have been trained and suited to kill
Yet when you kill
It becomes a recruited appeal to a soldiers will
Tell me does it hurt
To leave on a conquest to serve your nation
Yet upon your return
Greetings, and welcome home's are in great hesitation
Now you stand before the same individuals that sent you to war
Only here on your soil have you become a convict for cruetly
These common acts of defending your life's declining bar
Don't you just love the way congress decieves it's people,
Betrays it's army
Feeds herione to infants through disinfected needles
When I'm dead and gone nothing you do can harm me
Poetry soup, they die for you
At night, alone, they cry from your noose
Yet you convict them, crimes of war
Our red and white stripes
Beginning to fade burgandy amongst the stars
If no one else is here for you
Like our soldiers
I'll stand and remain fragile
At times that I crearly cannot win
Form:
Who was Saint Nick?
Was it a military trick?
Just like a Screen Actors Guild member
You might remember
St Nick made this thing stick
By changing his name to Santa Claus
Then magically he started breaking down walls
Stuffed with love
Santa’s message flies like a dove
It takes faith for children to learn how to wait
They have been told when most the world is cold
This gigantic elf with eternal health
Comes into their house as quiet as a mouse.
Giving something to them
usually left under the tree in the den.
But what does this all mean in this children’s dream.
If you think about it over that Christmas meal
The subject does make one welcome with a warm feel
Already anointed a King we celebrate this fact with songs that we sing.
Jesus recruited bread when he wanted to be fed.
His friends wrote things down and published it when Jesus was no longer around.
An understanding on what thing are about
Can be the true gift when someone is trying to work something out.
At the holiday table interpret what it meant when Jesus was born in a stable
During this time, they wished upon a star
With new hope an answer will come from a far
Does a voice actually come when this is done?
Not really but, this is what was won
You see Jesus gave his life and he really did not have a wife
It was an awful thing since the power of be did not like it when they called him king
Years later here comes this artistic portrait
A man in a red suit who was deemed worth it
Like a main character in a book
Everyone imagines Santa’s look
Just like the holy spirit who steps in to say never fear it.
You do not see Jesus or Santa Claus
But they are there standing tall
In conclusion this is a peaceful solution
That in the end and when asked to defend
It is faith that is the greatest gift
When one needs a lift
Carry on with this delightful tradition
Knowing full well it is a well thought out artistic mission
Addends, minuend, subtrahends... all Greek
to poor student long haired pencil necked freak.
Damned (internal) revenue stream
plus plugged egress
equals flood of woe
torturous suffocation
of biosphere quite slow
particularly concerning one
Norwegian bachelor farmer from Oslo
amidst the bajillions of people,
one common Joe
(cur) just biden his time
pleading to acquire
much needed dough,
attorney General assistant Lynne Costello
sought out to help yours truly
(to no avail)
hoof hound himself cloven
and rent asunder courtesy
ofttimes mentioned cyber outlaws
preying upon (long in the tooth) fellow
suddenly his entire body electric
being deceived synonymous
with the plot of Iago
in my version starring
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
as none other than Othello
punch drunk as Judy
falling down laughing,
roistering, yammering hysterically
and rolling with a stoned Rockafellow,
whose role as a convincing fall guy
convincingly contradicted himself
as an above board underfellow.
Yours truly voluntarily recruited himself,
cuz he haint been rather astute
therefore welcomes
a swift kick in the derrière
courtesy squared off steel tipped boot
knocking the living daylights
predicated on lovely bonehead moment
linkedin to poppycock that did compute
as sense and sensibility
even suspicious to a deaf-mute
leary toward one extortionist
pièce de résistance, he did execute
and pulled wool over my eyes
analogous to snake charmer
playing magic (Johnson) flute
transfixing yours truly
a dunderhead lunkhead punked galoot
who in hindset could not add up
fishy (worm I going)
oh yeah... virtually nabbed
courtesy cyber bandits,
who gane nary a hoot
prying skewed logistics I impute
to wanna hang myself
courtesy suitable length of jute
tied with Gordian knute
gofundme page welcomes pledging loot
to help me (if you can)
with desired great expectation moot,
hence these lovely bones
when cremated will be transformed
into fine powder
more inert than a newt.
A year ago, the Russian state launched an unprovoked attack
Seizing land from Ukraine but they've bravely fighting back
If Russia can't have it, they operate a policy of scorched earth
And turn many towns and villages into mounds of rubble and dirt.
Russia then weaponised their gas and shipments of grain
And tried to inflict on the civilian people unbearable pain
His criminal army targets hospitals, schools, homes and utilities
He thought the Ukrainians would surrender, rather than freeze.
He tells the Russian people lies and many believe every word
And he tells them he's protecting Russia ;I find that absurd
We've seen evidence of his atrocities against women and men
And it's heart-breaking to see pictures of murdered children.
Ukraine was never a bold threat to that rogue terrorist state
Putin thought the west would leave the Ukrainians to their fate
How wrong was he to think the western world would look away
They're helping Ukraine defend itself and NATO leads the way.
Russia's ancient equipment and army are no match for the west
And to help Ukraine defend itself it is supplying weapon's the best
The Russian dead pile up on battlefields but Putin doesn't care
And hides away in the safety and comfort of his underground lair.
Wagner mercenaries recruited from jails to increase Russian might
Told their sentences will be lengthened if they don't go and fight
The dregs of Russian humanity are now sent to the eastern front
Together with inexperienced conscripts who now bear the brunt.
Russia is asking for weapons from North Korea, China and Iran
If China supplies them weapon's then their trade we should ban
People say Ukraine should concede land so that the war will end
But Russia has shown its evil dark side and will never be a friend.
Putin keeps threatening to use weapons of mass destruction
And has now backed out of treaties and increased production
Does he honestly think that the western world will stand by
If he launches just one, then you can be sure the west will reply.
Vladimar Putin started this war and there is no one else to blame
He is a disgrace to humanity and should hang his head in shame
Decent Russians and there are many should topple him for his crime
And his war criminal army arrested and either hung or serve time.
Snail was not happy having to babysit.
He was irritated, but decided to not throw a fit.
Instead he recruited his best friend Mr. LadyBug McSemper
Who had common sense, taught ants, and never lost his temper.
They went to Faerie meadow and picked up their charge.
It was a darling faerie baby girl named Sonja, chubby large.
Do not let her ring the bluebells, her fairy mother cautioned them at eight.
By the time they figured out what she meant, it was pretty much too late.
For Sonja had pulled on the bluebells, and all the faeries came a running.
They were not happy with the caregivers, neither very cunning.
Maybe watching a faerie baby is too much for you, Sonja’s mother said.
They were then given the job of painting all the roses peach and pink and red.
Today I'm learning the name
of war refugee camps,
in Congo, Rwanda, Palestine, Lebanon,
Turkey, Syria, Yemen, you name it,
and the children who play hide and seek
in charred automobiles, shivering in cold
and starvation behind the barb wires, thanking
the good Samaritans clothed in peace.
Today I'm signing Lennon's Imagine,
imagining those children swapping their places
even for a day, with your rich suburb kids
whose fathers profit from arms, to see them
recruited as child soldiers, putting their war game skills
to good use.
Today I'm laying siege to warmongers and their kins
who love peace and practice war, the true artisans of
hypocrisy.
Doctor narcotic slinging jellybeans and placebo
with one twitch of the wrist, one life goes on the tilt
distorting the dream and wrecking the rainbow.
His red-nosed ribbon circling twice around the block
most are panning for happy and coming up with salt
poppers become sniffers become lifeless rocks.
His minions slowly slipping one darkened soul at a time
shiny new nuggets recruited- thrashing in the krill
the black scythe taps another name into the shrine.
Doctor narcotic watches a thousand funerals pass by
through the black tunnel of his desperation mill
hardly a tear in his green jellybean eyes.
These dreams are yours these dreams are mine
Yet misery seems to be this poor mans only paradise
Reality seems to be the only place to hide
Trying to make the best of what I have
This is my life’s engraved path
No mercy in tears
Only sympathy if you’re worthy of fears
Some one shake me from these seizures
I’m constantly burning of statistical leisure’s
Bed time story’s, kisses from head to foot
Anyway, you want to please her
Given age, I was born from a rapist
Forced upon passion, as an infant in a wound
How can I escape this?
Simply exposed to this diluted area
You never know, she could’ve recruited malaria
Possibilities that her insides polluted, scaring her
My collarbones hurt, the thought of rubbing a loser
Growing up a substance abuser
Strapped with intoxicated lungs and a low self-esteem
The tools needed for this living
all I have left are dreams
Trying to get by on less than minimum wage
Drooling over paper
like there is cinnamon on this page
I could be a heart ache
or I could be apart of the break
Cold water in my eyes, what ever it takes to wake
Bread crumbs in my left hand, I choose to give or try
Given life I’m only promised to die
Pencil in hand, thoughts bloating my brain
By gods’ grace, I have been scared with pain
Only washing my face when it rains
And most of the time, the skies release hail
So now I’m wondering to where will I prevail
A selfless act from a wealthy man
is usually a filthy hand
Should I live or should I die,
give a small sacrifice, and try
Forever I dream of heavens door
And if I should go
I want no tears to show
Forever dreaming of your saviors doors
*Long long ago there was a very rich father who had a very large family. He built a large house anticipating his family. His children were normal and grew up with the standards that their father set. Occasionally, one or the other would step out of line, but they all respected their very understanding father.
But there was one who often stepped out of line and became more rebellious by not only disregarding his father's standards but by starting to make his own rules. The self-willed son finally grew up and went out on his own, making his own decisions and managing his own life and livelihood with the wealth he had obtained through his father's good graces. Quite often he had to humble himself and request the aid and wisdom of his father. This went well as long as the father would grant him his desires without questions.
When the father made inquiries so as to better assist his son in becoming self-sufficient and independent, the son became angry to the bewilderment and sadness of his father. The father was patient with his son but began to be at a loss pertaining to how he could really help his son. The father was not overbearing nor one desiring to control his adult son. He simply loved him dearly and wanted to see him become successful and happy as he pursued his own life's purpose.
However, matters at times grew from bad to worse, especially when the son would shout out what seemed to be his favorite demand of his father, "I want you to stay out of my business!". Why, the father could not understand such a demand, because he never was a volunteer, but rather was always recruited or drafted by his son into his vast array of adversities and conflicts whether they were financial, marital, or parental. It's sad when a son wants his father to be "in or out" of his life on the son's terms alone.
03252018FBPS *America, my great country, reminds me of The Prodigal Son story in the Bible. This is a fictitious description of America's rebellion against God.
AN OLD GRIOT’S TANKA HOMILY OF OURSTORY
John Lewis and Stokely,
Recruited me as “Tex” Lowe:
Another SNCC "Bro":-
Like King, they have both passed on:
The vision and I, yet here:-
Know and be aware,
Integration…not the theme:
Rather, equity:-
Let’s seek the Dream’s true vision:
Political equity:-
Malcolm too…is gone;
Barak and Harris…still here:
Likewise, are you too:-
So many others have gone;
So many others still here:-
I shall soon be gone;
But I know we shall get there:
Completely equal:
Both economically
And politically, too:-
Christ was crucified,
Risen,, and then ascended:
Canvassing the way:-
Know that we are of God, too:
Kins to Simone of Cyrene:-
In now awareness,
Let’s ice oppression’s syndrome;
Journeying to home:-
We’re in God’s liberation:
He is the greatest power!