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Sending the tending to an unfriended ending,
yet somehow suspending from rending a newly offending recommending.
Logotype monotype linotype,
overripe stereotype,
teletyped an unripe heliotype.
Guttersnipe snipe,
stipe snipe ripe,
a wipe type a tripe,
unleash a withering hype.
Dip snip,
nip lip,
slip skip,
rip the apple pip
over a battleship Chip.
Clip,
airstrip,
blip,
scrip,
gyp,
flip,
dip.
Unsip, blue clip,
A warship, weathering stick.
To miche an itch,
to stitch a witch.
Rich a quitch,
Hitch a flitch.
Gabrilowitsch,
the grand son of a *****!
Pitched a ditch to flitch a niche.
Made a rich hitch lich.
The Thia tie thy tried to untie an unshy,
Spied a sny sty,
He ascribed a bribe tribe,
to dib drib, lib and sib.
A death pale,
dwaled and engrailed,
enjailed and bewailed.
The cocktale turned into a,
ginger ale stale.
A hobnail.
A pale kale.
The whale waled
a veil of wail.
The stale air,
railed the quailing sale.
Dipped the snip,
to pip the tip,
and baled the avail,
to the flailed snail.
Attract extract reenact,
saddle backed and subtracted,
the tact the pact
an unmistakable fact.
Swag the unsage,
the wage of the tutelage.
A coffee break
a bit of a cornflake
cupcaked the cake of the devil's flake.
Draked the fake fruitcake,
and hake the jake on the mellow lake.
Mistake the overtake.
A pancake sheik,
cried spake of a toothache.
Ack Ack!
Back, Bootblack Jack.
Pack the Pontiac rack,
sack the Hackensack,
hijack the leatherback.
Offtrack the outback,
rack the sack,
smack the stack,
stickleback the tictack track,
to the umiak Union Jack.
Twack the whack yak sack,
A mystical one eyed zodiac.
Bready a speedy,
deedy the weedy,
Reedy to leedy.
Unheedy indeedy.
Leda, Vida, Theda.
Sketched an etch,
itched a hatch.
So speechless,
breathless,
toothless.
The socialist,
the communist,
the theorist
the terrorist.
Bedded the bedding
in a dreadful beheading.
Weeded the weed,
leading the lead,
tended the teed.
The ready read,
the reedy reeded.
The seedy seeded.
The end is Ending.
We peep through grated beams in the dark confines,
Kept in chains by the tyranny of audacious jailers,
unending cynosure of profligates and imposters:
ruining the destinies of million wearied sufferers.
criminals fit for the gallows,
morons from the days of the colony.
dictators in military attires.
and simpletons kept in power for temporary ease.
our heirloom forced from us by old monsters.
cabals of criminals, greedy goons, men untutored in reputation.
Felons and rapscallion from the military barracks,
too old for modern ideas.
we are burdened along by colonial tyranny,
in a country where destinies are suspended in the gale,
and youths are forced into their own crimes of stealing.
we could not speak our sentiment freely.
we are fettered and riveted by their guns.
The sword above us, tyranny of archaic mind.
dreamy theorist acting as lords over multitudes of docile lots.
men made to cringe and fawn bowing and stooping to the
threatening of their guns.
They armed assassins and sufferers alike,
paid a trifling sum from the proceeds of corruption,
to keep the masses away from them as old baron loot the treasury,
this open prison of fancied freedom,
where marauders employed by the states with a gun to kill,
trans versing the south with AK47/.
terrorist renamed bandits by religious sympathizers.
from the porous borders of North,
comradely of Fanatics and bigots of the sword sect.
Clandestinely overrunning the land.
Freedom is a crime to fools.
those who dares becomes enemy of states.
assaulted by “operation python” dance.
or raided by Lawless DSS.
This is but a Jihad disguised as government.
The road is a trap of death,
we sleep as watchers waiting for the sword.
we starve amidst multitudinous resources,
they Lend to keep us in Bondage.
The crude in the south.
and all the resources are carted away to the North
to pay terrorist.
A state crimes condoned.
we groan,
we dare not speak as their armed assassin are
ready to silence the Voice of Truth.
one more Truth for the Jailer from the North.
Modern Consternations of Lament
Contradictions and formulations of thought that bridge the edges of time
Benedictions and combinations that evolve into the refined
Jurisdictions and innovations that are galvanised by crime
Crucifixions in the courtyards of those who draw the cursed lines
A damsel in distress crying for all the loss that cannot be expressed
A shadow of progress dying while the youth look unimpressed
A moment of redress that’s logic-defying as it leaves me thinking I’m depressed
An ancient cultural head dress with colours electrifying a people that cannot be suppressed
Curious children at the gates of a billionaire peering out among the harems door
Spurious wills then hate the artist lying dead upon the floor
Furious villains berate the terrifying dread then perpetuate the horrors but what for?
Injurious killers negate the life defying leads that impact as they infiltrate the peace of the broken and poor
Acrimonious alimony for the wife and children while the fathers left to bleed
Sanctimonious sermons in the alley and stadiums of evangelical greed
Ceremonious services in the galleys of a political theorist bought down to his academic knees
Non-harmonious melodies causing sonic felony’s as they try to control what you see
Commodification of the spiritual as they sell toxic positivity
Solidification of the chemical as they try to buy more than just market productivity
Transfiguration of the polemical as the mood broods for civility
Modification of the heretical as we kneel down before the Nativity
Fastidious retention of a fact to prove a point that needs verification
Insidious inventions that detract from the joint venture of innovation
Mysterious momentum of a contract the won’t endure the effusive commendation
Odysseus intentions redact as the mention of epics make me cry out in lamentation
Copyright Elizabeth Moroz
16.12.2015
Part 2
Call me a consciousness conspiracy theorist but wise,
I dig out many lies while being surprised,
So I rewire with the motivation of desire,
Cause I want the rest!!!
As I try my heart felt best,
I'm feeling this all as a test,
I digest and invest in systems with high probabilities,
Ya see,
These so called truths are hard to prove, they’re possibilities,
Do you read my words? nah ya tee me up like an unaware referee,
Technical just like subliminal messages waged and played through,
Dirty deeds, these weeds don't please me and cause me to leave,
But how do we leave and ignore all these tricks,
They stick like Hollywood flicks,
Dam are we all just part of the matrix,
I'll be here always deciphering all the programming real quick,
Those that are ramming all the information bits,
That are used with a strategic hit and destroy the spiritual unfit,
Using Reserve money from scumbags with fat tragic stacks,
Of physical magic cause were all trapped into it,
Feeding it with sick minds believing we need it,
Then we go and invest in it so you become it,
But I rather find wise words and dip them in Chrome,
So they reflect light shining bright off the top of the dome,
A word narrator warrior roaming on a journey to conquer,
The lures roots turning our experience to ignorance quicker,
Looking once, looking twice, taking inner advice, I slice and dice,
So concise as I turn the tables, unable to continue in a unstable fable,
Rising up, and on the attack, so turn the tables to our capabilities,
Quincy Mac always coming with steez with words like these,
Using feasible tweezers that can see.....so,
I remove the splinters mindfully,
Officially and always peacefully,
My my……….. As life fly’s by,
Don’t deny the mind,
Or the third eye.
Quincy Mac
date written: 16.12.2015
For the last 64 years,
the US has had 12 Presidents,
and the two major political
parties have been allowed
equal time to lead America.
Six presidents from each party
have served for 32 years. I am not a conspiracy theorist, but I must confess that I found this discovery to be to be extremely
interesting.
Each party and their leader
have criticized, debated, and
scrutinized the other side,
and for the most part, with
good taste and civility. In part,
this is what helps to make and
keep America great. Sometimes,
we Americans need to pause and
champion our Collective Progress.
At the proper time, history
will play a huge role in exposing
who did what, where, how, and why.
God Himself, in the final analysis
will determine who we are and
what we have done as a nation.
Until then, may God enable
us as a nation to remain
a bright and shining light.
081024PS
Democrats Republicans
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Biden 2020
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Trump 2016
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Obama 2012
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Obama 2008
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Bush* 2004
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Bush* 2000
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Clinton 1996
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Clinton 1992
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Bush# 1988
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Reagan 1984
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Reagan 1980
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Carter 1976
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Ford 1974
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Nixon 1968
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Johnson 1963
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Kennedy 1960
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081024PS
The Alex Joneses among us
As we are coming up to Christmas, which is a feast
for the advertisers, and it is impossible turning
or switching on the radio or TV without getting an earful of sentimental songs flung at morning tired
adults before the first cup of coffee
PS. There was a time when one could write: a cup of coffee and a cigarette, we are glad tobacco is no longer
in our mind and body. Here someone is clearing throats
but find it best not to comment
A right-wing Christian and conspiracy theorist has been
allowed into Tweeter, X, and this has made the official
Press into a knot of outrage.
Elon Musk has done us a service by letting his Twitter be
a place for the burning questions to be aired.
Yes, at the same place where the perfectly awful
vulgarian and bigoted interviewer, Piers Morgan, spews
his opinions, for many who see him as a spokesperson
for despicable lies and shallow thinking
He is tolerated and has many fans among those who do
not reflect upon his utterings.
As for Alex Jones, a famous radio host, who has a theory of so many things and many of his views involve Jews, a group of people who hold American Politicians in a fateful grip of corruption and the weaponizing of
the Holocaust and in its holy name, special privileges
In Europe, Alex Jones is not well known I think he is
seen as an outspoken Billy Graham, a man I once saw
in the late fifties, preaching under a circus tent to
thousands of applauding Norwegians, many of whom thought he looked like Wild West Cowboy.
The good thing about an outlet like Twitter it gives
those with views contrary to the officials have a place
to air their opinions, without being branded a ban
I OPENED A DOOR IN THE UNIVERSE ,
UNAWARE OF WHAT TO EXPECT.
THE ENERGY WAS ELECTRIC ,
I FELT AS IF I WERE ATTENDING THE
OPENING GAME OF THE WORLD SERIES.
I FELT AS IF I WERE SURROUNDED
BY ESTATIC THEORIST WITH POSSIBLE
QUESTIONS TO ANSWERS YET TO BE ASKED.
MY CURIOSITY MINGLED WITH THE
ANCIENT ESOTERIC SCHOOLS OF THOUGHT ,
OF WICH THERE WERE MANY.
I INTENTLY LISTENED AND OBSERVED
THE UNDERSTANDING OF OTHERS
WHO ENTERED THIS ARENA BEFORE ME.
WEIGHING THE POSSIBILITIES AND ASSIGNING A VALUE TO EACH AND EVERY THOUGHT WITHOUT BIAS.
IT BECAME OBVIOUS THERE WERE
MANY UNIVERSE WITHIN A UNIVERSE
OUTSIDE MY RECOGNIZED UNIVERSE.
AS IF THERE WERE MULTIPLE LAYERS
OF FREQUENCIES , SEPERATING
MULTIPLE DIMENTIONS CONNECTED
TO A UNIVERSAL ENERGY RESPONSIBLE ,
FOR THE CREATION OF THOUGHTS.
AS I BEGAN TO BETTER UNDERTAND
VISUALIZATION OF THOUGHT AND
HOW IT RELATES TO , AND CONNECTS
WITH , THE UNIVERSE I NOTICED , AS
INDIVIDUALS WE ARE LIKE
INDIVIDUAL ATOMS PARTISIPATING
IN A MOLICULE , STIMULATED BY A
FREQUENCY OF ENERGY , PRODUCING
LIFE , NOT ONLY FOR OURSELVES ,
BUT THE UNIVERSE THAT
ENCOMPASSES THE UNIVERSE IN
WICH WE RESIDE.
I BEGAN TO PONDER THE IDEA OF
BEING , NOT JUST AS AN INDIVIDUAL
IN A 3 DIMENTIONAL WORLD , RATHER ,
BEING PART OF SOMETHING OR SOMEONE , RESPONSIBLE FOR MY EXISTENCE OF BEING ,
IN THE MULTI DIMENTIONAL UNIVERSE
IN WICH WE EXSIST.
"LIFE" JUST MIGHT GO BEYOND THE
BOUNDRIES SET BY OUR PHYSICAL
BEING AND EXTEND BEYOND OUR
MENTAL CAPACITY , STIMULATING
OUR CURIOSITY TO EXPLORE THE
POSSIBILITIES YET TO BE DISCOVERED.
Michael E. Harris
05042025
Though we live in "high society"
You may not see real things in your blinded sobriety;
Subliminal messages are all around us
Out of the box thinkers are ones who found us.
Life should be all about morals an beloved things that are true;
The blindfold around our minds grew and grew
They make fake theory's claiming that they knew yet
such uh fake world around us is what they drew while only
A certain few in soul depths always new then began such chapter as;
start to realize
And if thou cling on to that real atmospheric actuality they grow wise.
There's really no such thing as republican or democrat more so round uh bout
chickin scratch an public motivation such as "Really man, ya probably can" and constant "can't" an "why not
spread hate? maybe not to-late just begun to domesticate."
Its only made to divide us and that's a fact.
One day the wise will prepare for combat
And give the government something unbelievable to look at
A mass army of the awakened realist
Against a blindfolded society of theorist
Nowadays fitting in with society is the trend
You're stuck behind you're blindfold trying to blend
Thinking what is right in front of your face is only uh noon friend.
You live every day without tying off loose ends
And when some think about it they start to transcend
Others stay on their side playing a dangerous game of pretend;
Covered thoughts plea your week uncovered by the "weekend"
I know for some this might be to absolutely almost oblivious an so much to comprehend
But no matter how much evil
Good always wins in the end.
Love is like a Lollipop
you don't know what's inside until you taste it and describe
If it's Cherry, you won't have to worry because he's always merry
and very imaginary
If it's Chocolate, your ready for wedlock
because you've finally meet your Camelot
If it's Cinnamon, he's hot and ready for a short stop
because for you he has forgot
If it's Grape, put on your brakes he might be great
but he isn't straight
If it's Strawberry, you've won the lottery you'll have his property
and he won't commit adultery
If it's peppermint, you'll have a saint his charm will make you faint
and you'll never have complaints
If it's Caramel, you'll have a professional who's always rational
and very inspirational
If it's Licorice, you'll have a plagiarist who's always gibberish
and thank he's a theorist
If it's Sour, ladies beware he's always in despair
and will always need repairs
So don't be shy have a taste and give it a try
you might be pleasantly Surprised!
3/7/2015
1st Place
It's been a while. So, I thought I'd check in
Quiet and calm, the waters have been
Questioning a good thing, leave it to me
My world seems ok, how could that be
It feels un-natural, too good to be true
Waiting for it to fall, you know, the other shoe
Past experience has taught me all too well
There and back, a second home called hell
Tragedy after tragedy, loss after loss
I've survived, indeed, but what did it cost
The price has been paid. I have the receipt
Things I never ordered but forced to keep
A collection of scars, a trophy case of trauma
Self-destructive, paranoid skeptic, oh the drama
Peace, you see, it naturally comes and goes
I'm stuck somewhere in between, oh how it shows
An internal clock is always counting down
Ticking, until death rolls back around
Conspiracy theorist, I've mapped it all out
Patterns and timelines leave no doubt
A family curse or so it would seem
Generations destined, an echoed scream
I feel it in my bones, it's knocking on the door
Familiar, because well, it's all happened before
Stay focused. These chains, I have to break free
This time will be different, just wait and see
Cloaked in armor, hey it's now or never
This bond, this tie. Sword in hand. I sever.
Battle has commenced. Insane, it will drive her
An inside look at the thoughts of a survivor