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Organizers, Frightful

Next freedom coordinate, proximity build 1
My length of walk?
From origin as work
Defines energy in momentum 
Obstruction is capable mathematics from here 
On in to the document 
As sun crests new yorks harbor 
In California I awaken to writing, publishing
Shower of body is not reachable
Nor the causeway of commerce
Food procurement 
The framers cannot be gained by days end
Patterning a fold....this is that budget measure

Finish map with lifeline tent 
Proximity build 1
Copyright © kevin mathenia | Year Posted 2025


What document is, is property title declaration 
Cannot assert pre fraud rights to persons 
collected from fraud rulings

As will allowed resignation letters and speech
I retain my liberties
Exchange of documents in error
Creates bribery and non resolvable conflict 
In exchange of rights.

New transitional living document for intake
Cannot be drawn from singular unit budget measure 
No access authorization will be drawn from operator error

[email protected]

Having signed the law pre fraud
I will re draft my document myself
Published
I was given the Shangri la template lease 
for two years pre fraud

Addition of coordinate to point(s)
Coordinator points
Mobile mailbox assignment 
Postage is in fraud trail review of co conspirators
Not my publishing 

One coordinate jam in thousand oaks, no tranquility 
Operating wifi device currently 
One homekey building down here
One worse in Ventura
Oxnard mid build
Caught legislating?



Complaint has been made concerning money given to fix homeless 
Undisclosed amount 
Amount may be written off against non profit forms

Never and always a resolute alternative to a fold
Bothersome appointee
Maintains ahead of the generals adjourning?
Best wishes,

Allison Weis, James Desio and Ryan Vogt


Greetings!

 

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Premium Member The Legacy of Law - Part Two -

smeltering a soveriegnty sent forth from the center of 2 + 2
and branding beliefs with the benefits of interstellar iron,
smoke waving wakefully from flesh feeling fresh from a firefight with Freedom,
unlatching the lock of Liberty with endurance elegant & unabashed,
could Moses manackle my motivations with a burning bias,
would Augustus Caeser cruxify me for minting my own coin,
does the Magna Carta make men Subjects, represented labor,
do government classrooms train Citizens coyly
to kiss the whip of the wealthy, pledge to be collateral,
truth my Tribune, empathy my educator, ability the enabler,
decisions are for me to regret or applaud, keep your mind cuffs away,
I reserve the Right not to consent or comply with a jurisdiction outside of myself,
Right to Acquisition a promise in my purview, might the arbitraitor,

when unable to house the white fire of Spirit
I shall receive the roadway to the great Law of Consequence,
finding friendship in the Unity of immaterial community,
that campfire where sensativity to sadness stokes a heat of healing
an exodus from the conflict of passions,
an entry into natural oblivion, membership to complete comprehension -


J.A.B.
Form: Epic

Premium Member A Place Not Meant To Be: 09

#9:  Days of Paper Roses

Do the numbers--dogs don't count--just survives!
Then everything, be as close enough, still,
of this and that, thoughts begin and end, thrives,
truth betold, none were measured boundless will.
There's a bold statement, typed on front pages,
rolled off the presses, just to impress us,
splashed inklings midst papered, of such phrases,
... rolled and impressed, settles the dust--minus.
High-topped towers, the light of day, shadows,
thought-filled days, wages paid by subscribers,
of The Times, Gazettes, or Tribune Heralds,
flighters, fighters, there too were paid--writers.
Dawn paper rolls, notepads ... night closes,
they blossomed they did like rows of roses.

We the People...

How long will I be free?
In this great county of sovereignty.

Will my rights be taken soon?
Or, will we the people; sing our last tribune?

Will I still have a right to choose?
Or, will we be puppets of the governments muse?

Will I loose my freedom to worship?
Or, in the end will we be larruped?

Will I still have freedom to own land?
Or, will we have to give up everything in the end?

Will I still have a right to bare arms?
Or, will we have to succumb to harm?

Will we have to give up all our freedoms?
Will we be able to salute to our flag and sing our athem?

If the goverment has its way.
We will all loose our say.

When it is all said and done..
Our freedom and rights will be gone.
Form: Rhyme

Painless? Suicide is Breathless!

Go! New York Herald Tribune! Yell it, Jean!
I think that Marcel Proust once owned that condo.
Belmondo never acts – he’s just Belmondo.
You’re no Liz Taylor – no Egyptian queen –
So, New York Herald Tribune! Your big scene!
Were you too young to play the chick in “Hondo”?
This is the age of “Cuando, Cuando, Cuando” –
No singer, you? Lee Marvin’s never been!
You didn’t do the cop shows (I know why),
or enter those kung-fu things, like The Dragon:
auditioning is hard. The FBI
observed you as you tried to paint your wagon. 
Was Iwo Jima where you chose to die,
or just a place for guys to pin a flag on?
Form: Sonnet


Premium Member Deadly Illusions

Wake Up My Children! Wake Up!
A creature of many faces stalks you,
A human chameleon devoid of soul.
He hides not in the shadowy corner,
But among you, under the unwary eye.
Do not be fooled by this great pretender;
A white hat may adorn his head,
But blackness fills his vacant heart.

Be wise my children! Beware!
He's the crown prince of trickery.
He's the grand master of disguise.
This creature can masquerade in godly robes
while writhing painfully under their holiness.
Evil can spout prophetic words like a tribune
while the lie festers under his tongue.
He's a true disciple of the damned.

Wake up my children! Wake up!
Do not be mesmerized by this alluring creature.
With his apparent straight talk and honesty
He can make you a mindless believer.
But he's a liar and a charlatan.
He hides behind a wall of illusion,
Preying on the fears of the ignorant,
And captivating the ears of the innocent.

Whence Harry got to tarry for a Barrymore

Whence Harry got to tarry for a Barrymore

Extra curricular activities , 
Extra virgin olive oil
Extra terrestrial cosmology, 
saucer you are a foe, metaphor
You are an earl gray without Milk and sugar , 
a cup after an interlocking prayer
A wrinkled skin that tells a lot about a tafsir
And a tiny pillow that will be always mine
telling me to come home and sing a mundane song.
I am oblivious to loose any more
I am neither grievance nor exaltation
I am a tribune that you are Sasha's brother
they check the headline every day
Do you have the funeral teardrops with you?
Mine one was empty as I got them all from you.
The one who knows Rita
The one who knows Glow in the dark
The one who knows Chapter Takathur
The one who knows Alan Kurdi
The one who knows I miss that I never coveted
The one who knows I came to the sky blue , light hearted silt head
Not to have you, but to have me, back!

The Trials of Meretrix Canto Iii

Diminishing virtues stripped away
From the flesh
By the fierce brined rods that freely 
Course thy hot crimson blood; 
Dry cracked lips attempting to
Fashion broken words of compliance
That so must needs to be spoken...
But...Ohhh, Meretrix...
My foolish and innocent child -
If you but only could!

Consider, Meretrix,..humility!
To which pleasure one thus 
Submitted
Guiltily discovers:-
The joy in the act or posture of
Lowering oneself in relation to 
Others.
For in your anguished dis-repair
You will find strength to endure and
Embrace:-
The acceptance of all your defects
And ultimate seduction
In the power of your:-
"Submission to Divine Grace"!

I will adorn you in the yellow Toga
Of the Vestal virgins,
They whom wise Augusta did abhor; 
Burden upon you with an Imperial 
Tax
Imposed by perverted Caligula:
Whither all Matronly protestations he
Didst dismissively ignore;
My Tribune forcefully exact -
When employing you in the 
Degenerated role
Of my most reluctant Whore!

Clasp jeweled anklets abouts your
Shapely bones,
Decorate upon you like fired and 
Painted porcelain figurines;
Whilst all the while, as your lost mind
Bemoans,
Choking between involuntary gurgles
And low-pained, stifled screams,
The gagged mouth bites down
Amidst salivating sounds
Borrowed from the hurtling 
Nightmares
Of your darkest dreams!

For I will lift you higher than the 
Tallest mountain peak...
So you may gaze with awe over all
The innumerable Kingdoms and their
Proud tyrant Kings;
Of the many differing species of all
Mankind type things...
And of the immeasurable riches
They so endlessly seek.

Lower you to the solitudes of the 
Grassed floors
That sweep across the sunken 
Valleys deep;
Where, besides enchanted streams, 
Violated Nymphs quietly weep
For Abels broken schemes;
Now, tragically, all taken apart;
And for the wicked callousness
Of fallen man...
Whose desperate greeds ripped out
His live brothers still beating heart -
Then tore at the living throat of 
The one true Gods Holy Lamb!

TO BE CONTINUED...
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Curly and Shemp

*Image of Presentation on Three Stooges by Coshocton Tribune.

Curly and Shemp

*Jerome Lester Horwitz,
often dimmer than your wits,
famously known as Curly Howard, one of the three stooges,
his slapstick comedy split our sober from laughter like being in centrifuges.

*Samuel Horwitz,
a mind filled crackers, no ritz,
Lithuanian Jewish mom says "Sam" with her accent came out "Shemp",
like the original three, ad-libbing and wisecracks, **filled baby bro's shoes as his temp.

*Five brothers; Irving, Benjamin, Samuel (Shmuel), Moses (Moe), Jerome (Curly)
**Curly's ill-fated stroke caused Shemp to return as his original stooge self or Moe and Larry comedy series would have ended.

2021 September 29
*2nd Place*
Clerihew 2
~~Joseph May: Judged 2021 October 29

The Three Stooges
Form: Clerihew

Premium Member Ireland's Journalist Jewel

The dedication of this journalist gem
Whose writing, brought down
Drug dealing men
 
Eire's Sunday Tribune
And Sunday's Business Post
Newspapers of note, for in them she wrote
 
But it was the criminal world
And her writings so splendent
That craved her to write for the Sunday Independent
 
This brave reporter put her life on the line
To reveal to her country
Their drug filled slime
 
To avoid libel
Pseudonyms she chose
To protect the paper, from legal blows
 
Drug dealers uncovered
Showing their ill gotten gains
Irrespective of lives and families pains
 
Threats turned to visits, firing shots at her home
To deter her uncovering
In her investigative roam
 
Three months later she was shot in the leg
But the dedication of her
Thousands of newspapers were read
 
Near Newlands Cross
On the outskirts of Dublin
On a motorbike, two men with a gun
 
At a traffic light junction
With a Magnum .357
Ireland's Journalist Jewel, was taken to heaven
The name of this gem
Veronica Guerin
 
 
" In memory of a brave woman, wife and mother who took on the 
                      criminal underworld in Dublin, Eire "
Form: Rhyme

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