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Speak no ill of our 3 letter government agencies;
they are always watching out for our rights,
they are working for us.
Don't you know you are just peddling enemy disinformation!
Don't you know you are just repeating
conspiracy theories?
Nothing to see here.
No one is above the law except....
You will be considered an extremist
if you protest, ask no unauthorized questions.
Never cross the line and don't ask what line?
Don't speak about faith in anything but us.
You will be audited,
investigated,
we are sending 87 thousand more
armed revenue agents to your homes
to keep the peace.
Never run for political office unless you agree
with our official position and have been approved.
Everything is good, eat less food. It is patriotic
to want less, expect less.
The Ministry Truth is always watching.
Have a nice day - do what we say.
‘can’t change your family but you are free to choose your friends’
Michael’s brother is demented and only remembers the distant past
his parents are long dead they died in a car crash at illegitimate speed
every now and then he visits their graves and leaves a Match Box car
instead of flowers and lights a joint for Peace just to annoy them a bit
illegal traffic is one of the burdens of modern society and transport
luckily for him he fathered three children who don’t know what hit them
when he is diagnosed with cancer but they promise to look after him
a fortunate story of love and the transmission of generational kindness
life’s hardships are relative and sometimes a concept of irrational thought
now it stands him in good stead to have followed a path of emotions
Michael has chosen his own relative friends at free will and he
cherishes them all in equal proportions and knows how to relate
the Liberty to decide when to give and when to receive
undeterred by strict norms and unauthorized obligations
a notion of Justice derived from virtues and a moral law
from within along fairness equity rectitude without fail
Honesty in all his endeavours as much as the very truth
to be spoken when silence and falsification where easier
unmistakeable Charity in the face of a self-righteous world
requesting nothing in return because he is privileged by birth
Communication in deeds and in words without anger or venom
because once acted or spoken it is difficult to retract a position
most of all he is only too well aware that Perspectives are contingent
as well as embedded in context but that he can craft from his own Self
he Reads Writes Feels Reasons and Stakes his claim at times Surrenders
connects what seems to be relative but does not change on his last journey
Michael’s brother does not suffer from the loss of engaging with his relatives
his parents died a pain free death at the crossroad of the reaper’s stark scythe
and his children will tell his story outlook and attitude to relatives and death
he is a blessed man and he keeps a small vial of morphine for when time calls
his compassionate wife who by law is not a relative will help with the plunger
02 November 2020
The President had not been elected yet,but an unseen scandal had been set! The opposition was making some bets that the running President would not pass "The Scandal Test"!!!! The same day that the scandal was set";Tiger Woods had just made "A Whole In One",and the running "President"had been having a lot of fun,and the opposition was betting that a scandal would cause him to look like a bum!Tiger Woods surprised his opposition by making "A Whole In One'!The Presidential Scandal Prevention Committee was getting ready to be put to the test to see if it was better than the opposition who was trying to create a scandalous mess!!! The running President had been accused of unauthorized touching,and unauthorized smiling,and unauthorized showing of compassion,and unauthorized winking at younger women!!!The Presidential Scandal Prevention Committee decided to stop the foolish foolishness that day,and the opposition that the running President had said that was ok,because "The War" with Iraq was on its way,and they all said that we had best get together to protect "Democracy" in this world ,and especially in the U.S.A!!!The winking,and touching,did not mean a thing,because when "The TwinTowers"fell "Americans" realized,and saw what "Hell"could bring!!!! The real enemy tried to bring down"Democracy"and American self esteem"!!! The war was sickening,and many innocent people died,and there were innocent people on both sides!!! The suicide bombers as to this date commit suicide! The "Trojan Horse" called "Oil" failed that day,and "Americans" started fracking right away!! The American People decided to fight "Terrorist"for their own freedom,and their own land!!! "The Presidential Scandal Prevention Committee,and those who opposed that committee decided to get together on 9-11,and not bicker about trivial things,and fight what is wrong:and not let "Terrorism"or Terrorist" live on!!!!Love was revived in its own way to show its power over "Terrorism",and Terrorist,ethinic cleasing,racism ,hate bigatry,in a special way!!!!!The Presidential Scandal Prevention Committee came together in the midst of stormy unpredictable weather for the better!!!!!
"Mine all Mine!"
A thief I long to be
Your eyes original like the moon and sea
A lover in the world............
An Anthology, you walk and talk like the word "AMOR."
The words you send, I nicely tuck under my pillow
Every note every line you left behind
I memorized till they became all mine
Word-for-word,
Unauthorized I scrape the concrete calluses off the tongue
Pirating the perfect dramatic monolog look,
Basking through the passage around your Bio,
Lost in the musky scent -around the sonnet of your aura light
Epic enough, I reach inside to feel every idyllic rhyme
A strong iambic meter curse, conjuring up the perfect verse
In you I lift a copy paste from your lips,
No need to credit the sources in your bliss
The sweetest undamaged sensual memorandum book
A moment I stole and sealed without copyright proof
My dearest Poet,
When you move across the room
I see a thousand arrows that follow from behind,
Indulged when you speak and point out a verse per verse
I am a victim pampered by your words,
Sponging every line, adding them to my crib notes
Improved wordplay that infringed my everyday diary
A haiku so tangible, it sets the perfect images in my dream,
Hypnotize after I read your first love poem
A printed feeling--
Borrowed from the sun
pd
Sending out a signal to all involved. We need to set a meeting for the parts that go AWOL. My subconscious has been running me tirelessly, without even thinking of asking consciousness to intervene. My preconscious, must be on an endless unauthorized leave, allowing my sub to lead. So I then am left with an outdated, broken tape recorder replaying only the untruths about me, with no ending seen. It all started the very first moment I swallowed a negative self- thought allowing it to breed, birthing a recording of only the bad in me. Which I to revert to when I am in need. This tape was an enemy, who I allowed to befriend the most precious and delicate parts of me. It was false reassuring messages I would keep on repeat, because I never allowed anything positive for my memory to keep. I didn’t know I had the ability to stop these old lies from ruminating endlessly in my mind. I never believed anything then what I felt on the inside. Sadly that was infected and infested from all the years of being angry, bitter, full of self -resentment and traumatic triggers. I wanted to have a meeting to show my thanks, but to also reclaim my life and insert a new tape. This one will host my preconscious state. I learned my lesson, so I won’t hit record unless the message recorded plays how capable and worthy I am for everything that comes my way. I am strong, I am light, I am blessed to live life. I am love, I feel love, I am alive on the inside. This meeting is complete , hope the message was received, subconscious you no longer need to be the lead. I need you but, you need new programing. Minutes entered, have a great day. Remember think, process then react accordingly.
There is a bounty for our hearts Luv,
gold and fame for the flat riders who dare lower our flame
seeking to steal our fortune of raw carnal currency, our soul gold,
Love's law has decreed our passion a sedition against tradition,
a violation of virtue, a willful act of feral freedom, unauthorized love prize,
the old and ossified Judges are corrupt with dry eyes
the flesh upon which these laws are scribed suffers from necrosis,
they allege we are prisoners of passion
they say you are my **** of seduction
they assert I am your beast of brawn taboo
they know not that you are a rose of fire within my heart,
they fail to realize that I am your lion of lust and trust,
they squawk and hiss in their chambers of spoiled embers,
jealous and freezing from forgotten romance
what do they know of our embrace and fury,
When we cry for eachother, when we touch like none other,
when we come for one another, when we battle with scorching thunder
our love justice soars supreme, our only law, to love with rebel youth, to never surrender -
J.A.B.
When Joseph, Mary, and baby Jesus, crossed the Egyptian border, he thought they were safe from the danger they had fled from. But almost immediately, twelve gruff men with masks on rushed forward, grabbed him, and demanded to know what he thought he was doing here. Joseph, trying to shield his frightened wife and the crying baby from the gruff men, said he had only been trying to flee the deathly violence in his own country. The twelve gruff men told him that that didn't give him permission to enter Egypt and to go find safety somewhere else in his own country. After they had roughed Joseph up for having had the gall to cross the border unauthorized, they enlisted two knavish ne'er-do-well onlookers and promised them they would be rewarded handsomely if they escort these filthy aliens all the way back to where they had come from.
When they reached Bethlehem after a few days, the ne'er-do-wells made sure to take Joseph, Mary, and baby Jesus all the way back to their house. There, the ne'er-do-wells deposited them with a stern warning never, ever to come back to Egypt. If they dared, their suffering would know no end.
As the ne'er-do-wells departed to go collect their reward, Joseph was beside himself. Bethlehem wasn't safe. They had to flee again, as fast as possible?baby Jesus could not be found here! But the sun had already set, and it wasn’t safe to go out, not with those ne'er-do-wells still so nearby. He’d have to wait till daybreak, then leave. But to where?
Joseph never had to decide. Before the sun arose, soldiers from King Herod's forces rammed his door down, stormed in, grabbed the baby, and killed him in front of his screaming parents’ eyes.
And that, as they say, would’ve changed history.
He relied much on ‘expert’ opinions,
doctrine and dogma
as if assumptions and conjecture
were an undeniable truth.
‘Settled science’ was accepted confidently,
blind faith and an irrational rationalism;
the hand-me-down punditry of pundits
silenced his every doubt.
Against all odds
conspiracies conspired -
unauthorized books read to him,
even under his closed eyes.
One night he flew awake
like a bird departing a nest of fire.
All that he had known as true
were revealed as a script
written by a Satan that did not exist.
His hollow tree sprouted leaf,
incredulity flourished,
a belief system faltered, staggered dazed
into a ditch he had labored upon for many a year.
He became a heresy unto himself:
the beloved of God.
Humankind's quest for be bereavement memorials has no bounds.
Headstone or brass plaques used to suffice,
Hidden away in grave yards and draws of ashes on walls.
But now crosses and plaques litter the roadsides,
Like a strange form of offensive graffiti to mark
Where drivers have fallen and been slain in the driving campaign.
Upfront and in your face these unauthorized crude memorials
Add unwanted crosses and bunches of fake flowers, to the weeds and litter on roadsides.
Now the pristine face of man in the moon,
Admired and loved by countless generations of folk,
Is to be littered and trashed by human cremated remains.
Send by 'Moon Express' rocket from Cape Canaveral, no less.
To be left as permanent firmament memorials to humans who want their remains
left in space, in the heavens above, in the eye of man in the moon.
For everyone on earth to be forced to see, like drivers forced to see crosses on highways.
Such pollution, graffiti and litter add to the footprints and spacecraft junk
Left to deface the pristine, much loved and cherished face of man in the moon.
For heavens sake, is there no bounds to human depravity!
NOT TO JUDGE BUT WHEN A MEXICAN
BREAK INTO YOUR YOUR HOME EXPOSED TO YOUR AMERICAN GRANDFATHERS WW11 HISTORY BE VIGIL THEY DON'T RESPECT AMERICAN WAY OF LIFE THEY WERE SENT THERE BY CORRUPTION TO BULLYING YOU BRING THINGS BACK TO THE CULPRITS I WILL NEVER FEAR MEXICAN BURGULARS HIRED BY SICK AGING CIRO GARGANO OBSESSED WITH ME THE BEST HE EVER HAD IN HIS LIFE HE SPEND THE REST OF HIS NATURAL LIFE TRAINING IMMIGRANT WOMEN TO IMPERSONATE ME SADLY THE MEXICAN BROKE IN MY HOME FOR EXPIRED ID CARDS AND BELIEVED THAT AWOL STORY WOW SPENDING DAYS AND NIGHTS ON THE RIMS OUTSIDE OF STABBING FIVE PERSONS I MEAN THE NEWS SAID BLOOD WAS EVERYWHERE BECAUSE SHE'S EASILY MADE JEALOUS I FELT BLESSED SIMPLY BECAUSE SHE PUT GASOLINE AND MAPLE SYRUP UNDER MY DOOR SHE ALSO SLEPT WITH MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND GOD ONLY KNOWS JUST WHAT SHE WANTS TO DO TO ME AFTER BEATING HER CRIPPLED MOTHER RESULTING IN HER UNTIMELY DEATH IN THE END FOR ME NOTHING BUT TRUMP TOWERS WHERE BOXES OF UNAUTHORIZED DOCUMENTS ARE SAFE GOD BLESS AMERICA