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What if there were aliens making plans to invade and destroy planet earth? Perhaps they would rethink their strategy and observe what's coming to birth.
Perhaps they would of necessity downsize their war budget and fighting armory. From miles away they would watch our world self-destruct and bath in disharmony.
Would they marvel at the self-destruction of such a once masterful paradise? Would they wonder in utter confusion about how we dumbed down, dismissing the wise? Would they take second thoughts about defeating us after calculating such waste? The waste of resources; the waste of brotherly love; the waste of God's trust in us?
If they could cry, would they not weep for our lust for pleasure, for power, for money? If they could 'feel', would they alter their invasion plans and find a way to help us heal?
I cannot speak for aliens, but if they exist, I think that when they see all that we have squandered, mismanaged, and taken for granted; and when they hear with their own ears our hate-filled war-cries of self-destruction, they would cry rivers and oceans of tears.
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You'll All Know When I Die.
Ya wanna know why?
Because I possess what many would see as amazing abilities,
but these abilities of mine can be attained by anybody
who takes the time to learn, practice and read.
Do you know that I can trace any computer users actual physical locality?
I never would but I could easly.
It's as easy as tracing a phone call with Caller ID.
There isn't a system that any computer hacker can't infiltrate easily,
but there are precautions one can take for their computer's and their own personal safety.
For example use public computers at varying different localities
and that will make a computer hacker stalker's finding you an impossibility.
There is also out there a lot of diversion computer technology.
This will keep any hacker too occupied to get a fixed trace temporarily.
Log off within a specific time period and the hacker's trace will end unsuccessfully.
Which brings me back to the beginning, You'll All Know When I Die
because when I know it's all over for me, I'm gonna leave you all with a great surprise.
It's time for a Revolution in my once great country
being destroyed by political bureaucrats and corporations motivated by greed,
so just before I die for all of you I will leave
a new beginning for my once great magnificent country.
I will infiltrate the IRS computer system with a virus successfully
and wipe out every social security number of every citizen in the country.
You can then all not pay your taxes without fear of losing your assets and property.
Of course all this information can eventually be retrieved
but it will take generations for our government to achieve.
I only hope that my parting gift will be a rebirth and not destruction of my country,
but if something doesn't change soon in my once great country
The United States of America will self destruct anyway eventually.
“No matter how low we fall, God holds our hand ~
All’s enabled, if this truth we understand”
~ quote by poet
Both Adam and Eve were tempted
To eat the forbidden fruit
Perhaps their fall could be preempted
If they weren't so resolute
To take the devil's route
Let us together attempt to reconstruct
This metaphorical tale
Why did Adam and Eve self-destruct
Drinking not from the holy grail
Thus their soul growth derail
Eating the apple brought about shame
Of their naked body
Aroused lower mind no doubt to blame
Making them a limited somebody
Entertaining thoughts shoddy
Made in God's image man was complete
Essence of divine light
From head to toe at all times bliss replete
Temptation became the blight
Denuding spherical sight
Male and female being our polarities within
Apple representing animal lust
Negating God's love and light the original sin
Succumbing to ego cravings unjust
Thus doomed to ensoul organic dust
The serpent is our ego; the devil in disguise
Cajoling man to act on his own
Indulging in desires, stifling soul's bliss rise
Head over heart, love dethrone
A dark destiny, we now bemoan
Fortunately, we can reverse the error made
Simply by giving love a nod
We then enter God's heavenly blissful glade
Tip toeing into heart unshod
By His boundless grace overawed
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The stone's angle
offers no cover
as she lay
openly exposed.
Her pedipalp mane, disheveled
by the soft reverberation
of an accidental intruder.
Whose mouth will froth?
Whose stunned lungs will blanch?
Whose limbs will twitch
then stiffen?
Aculeus poised; quavering telson.
What is her decision?
Will you writhe in the throes
of her opaque venom?
Or will she?
Author's commentary:
Scorpions are intriguing creatures.
Urban legend has it that when they are threatened they will do one of two things:
sting their perceived aggressor, or sting themselves to death.
Thankfully, this is only a myth and my reverent faith in the scorpion remains intact.
But still, the idea led me to wonder why, when facing extreme hardship,
some people exhibit self-preserving behavior while others opt
to self-destruct.
It's fascinating to me that the latter could be considered a viable option.
Heck, even scorpions know better than that....
Though years slip by through time
if you live long enough and rewind;
you get to see that history
is ever a repetitive cyclic mystery.
Refugees and immigrants raped
always seeking some escape
when faith, land, house and home
do not withstand the change and roam.
What is it about faith and land
that we take life so easily
in a self righteous stand?
The earth and sand lies troubled
drenched in hate and fear and bloody rubble
unable to grow lush in unseen lost beauty
as the seeds of change die in duty.
Man progresses and reconstructs
where earth of promise begins to self destruct
repainting it in greed and desire disabled
as Cain rises again once more against Abel.
Why does the story of brother to brother
never seem to change
and the good in humanity is smothered?
Those finally set free only in retreating
still find their fate unfound and fleeting
and in the end revealed the truth believed
and permanently lost remaining unachieved.
Slip sliding footsteps of the aftermath
trace imprints in the well trodden paths
and new found short lived peace
forever lies stolen and fleeced.
Why does the record never teach
lessons learned
to be continually un-reached?
We have been here before
resettling the same score
forever destined to repeat
living in our self conceit.
Seize the day, the changing times
stand and hold true to new paradigms
all are equal, deserving of the moment
giving hearts, trusting minds with eyes open.
We have been here before
lets learn the lesson at last
once and for all, evermore.
We live in a world so aware of it’s past it knows too take note and notice
yet we as a species are unaware of notes the past says must be noted.
A population with collapsed faith in the establishment
is a population on course to re-establish,
Previous similarities saw revolution formate
Wars on your own kind find resolve through perish.
Followed by a scarred generation with only hope,
a slow rebuild hard on heads up a steeper slope.
In 200 years small chance events seen as dope,
probably not, in reality we’ve put our neck in a rope.
Historically evil acquired power through lost faith,
power abused, selfishly used, expense for the common man,
who stood up and died until power removed.
The results of lost faith, please understand.
POLITICIANS,
MUST RISE TO THE HISTORIC CHALLENGE PUT BEFORE THEM,
ONLY THROUGH ACCOMPLISHMENT CAN THE COUNTRY PREVENT CRUMBLE,
AND ONLY THEN MOVE TO PROGRESS.
BREXIT MUST HAPPEN,
IT'S OUR FUTURE,
THERE'S NOTHING ELSE.
The lost referendum may leave you sore,
let it go,
17 million people have few options left,
and you should know,
The last option, a revolutionary war.
You lost a vote mate, who gives a duck,
you are pushing our country to self destruct.
Please find resolve and let it go,
you are damaging us,
unaccepted REMAIN voters,
doing unacceptable damage to us.
This pain you live in
Is unmistakably so real
This torture you’re prone too
It kills me too
With every breathe you choke in
My heart pulses “No”
With every weakened bone
I shout, toss, and spin
But although that
You speak to me
With words, weary words, and gentle care
You speak of feelings you have
Kept Hidden for me
And I stop the screaming, the tossing, the breaking, the beating
I freeze
My sense of denial, of fear, pushes me back
But the other senses
The sense of conscience, of affection, of claim
Claiming to own a good heart
Claiming to know what to say
Claiming to know what to do
Assuming knowing where this goes
But those feelings, those vulnerable sensations
End up killing the people they own
Too great is not to be greater
But to be destroyed when becoming greatest
Regardless of the destruction those feelings are submitted into
They thrive to appear, to break surface
Will they turn into something beautiful?
Something alive and wistful
Or will they self-destruct because of other feelings?
Will they vanish into ample emptiness?
A squander of fire to be extinguished
These senses consume me, slay me silently
And time, seconds tick swiftly
Until I am bound to eternal silence
And unutterable misery
In a cage of impassive breathing
They drug me into.
Said my eyes
Your picture has a vibe
that -
holds me,
rolls me,
rocks me,
tease me,
infatuates me,
indulges me,
hair raising and self touching .
Get your mind out of the gutter.
I am just talking about
touching my own arms, chest and yes my tummy.
I just love the tingling and trembling.
The rest can wait.
But the truth is I don't know how long
since my shameful mind lingers so much.
I am now walking, eating, sleeping, ,dreaming,
I mean everything with an image of a photograph's effect.
You are something girl.
just don't wait till I self destruct.
© Al. Juman The "said" Poet 7/3/2016
The gentle giant
Towered above his friends
Six foot four, mammoth
His size lost on the truth
Of his kindness
He was mild and tender
Like the elephant
His spirit whispered
Instead of screaming
He was mellow
Like serenity, soothing
Michael, named for an angel
He was wise and strong
Laughing instead of crying
When the truth was
He could feel the tears
He was bleeding grief
That left him weak and forlorn
Poignant thoughts plagued him
Never allowing him to know
The peace that flowed freely
Inside the rest of our souls
The gentle giant
Lost in a raging war
With the bottle
The one who owned his hope
And colored his thoughts
In black cold dread
Darkness that stormed
Inside of his head
Leaving him lonely and sad
Like the living dead
There would be years of fighting
His head and heart were at war
With his need for a taste of the dark
Collected in his thoughts, his heart
Where there would be self-destruct
Claiming his joy and happiness
Feeding the flames of ungratefulness
Darkening the way toward grace
Where he could have found his way
The gentle giant knew grief
Like a friend it flowed through his veins
Leaving him lost in his need
For a drink that calmed his misery
Left him feeling some better
Until the end when it left him
Without the ability to breath
Death came without even a promise
For relief from the putrid darkness
That colored his world in dread
That promised to live inside his head
Until the end when he left us
Wishing we’d known the cure for him
The one who fell under the spell
Of 80 proof respite from the soul
Who knew sorrows beyond reason
Regrets that would leave him
Behind bars created by the prison
Built on a superficial feeling
It was only when I saw him in his coffin
That I knew he’d finally found freedom
From the darkness that only the drinking
Had helped to dispel his manic-depression
Heartbroken, I fall to my knees
As I see that freedom sometimes means
Leaving behind those who believe
In your heart, your spirit, your soul
The you who they know is made up of love
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Found the G.E.C.K and a genius super mutant named Fawkes
It's the lone wanderer, were their truly any doubts
On his way back, the enclave stun him cold
It's the lone wanderer, they must truly be bold
He wakes up to the face of the man that murdered his father and his dream
The lone wanders promises to severe the head from this fiend
They made a mistake and set him free
He lets off some steam and goes on a killing spree
Hoping to find the fiend, instead he finds a computer
It claimed to be president Eden, the leader of the future
The lone wanderer couldn't believe the stupidity
It gave him the F.E.V virus and claimed it was the best for humanity
The lone wanderer then remembers he found a self-destruct code
He told president Eden he was a whole
Laughing while he activates It's self-destruct mode
Running and gunning to his P.I.P boy radio
Listening to 'Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy' to fit the scenario
Turning Enclave soldiers into mashed potatoes
By the time he escaped the count down hit zero,
The lone wanderer stood in the background looking like a hero
Reunited with the genius super mutant Fawkes
They now have matching toys to take back to the house
Deciding to stick together for a noble cause,
They return to the Citadel after unloading a few hundred shots
The Brother Hood Of Steel commended them and gave them a round of applause
Time now to suit up and release a giant robot
'Now we take back the purifier!', Cried Sarah Lyons
'Take everything you can because only Enclave shall be dying'
The lone wanderer refuses their power armor and instead pulls out his Gatling gun
Him and Fawkes bump guns and are already for some fun
They rush through the gate behind the giant robot shooting a vertibird out of the sky
Running through the carnage seeing Talon mercs pass by
Barging through the front door of Jefferson's memorial
Spraying Enclave soldiers in a effortless tutorial
Beams from vengeance making clean incisions
Rapid is its fire with precise precision
Even if the lone wanderer had no vision
Fawkes and him could easily wipe out colonel Autumn's entire division
Now approaches colonel Autumn's final hour,
Without hesitation the lone wanderer draws his sword with power
Striking colonel Autumn dead and sour
Before his head rolls into the water,
The lone wanderer convinces Fawkes to play a little soccer