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Hard-Bitten
The gun is on the pulse, pull the trigger or live.
Truth or false is not a choice they are willing to give.
It’s you versus us, versus the things that they did.
Do you believe and trust or never forgive?
They claim to be our protection,
But are unwilling to allow closer inspection,
For they have no reflection as they sold their souls.
The ‘God’s’ teach us genuflection,
Because their badge is misinformation,
And their prison plantations are only built for gold.
A man is never born free,
There is always a price that must be paid;
And from your very first day to the day with the spade,
You are made to work, digging your own grave.
One day at a time, there is a game that must be played.
Choice is not a thing we choose without regret.
Do we get out of bed or put a bullet in our head?
With life’s hands ‘round your neck, I’d say the choice is made,
So put a smile on your face and just hope for the best.
It’s a pretty world if your mind is blind.
It’s a lucky life if you are not kind.
It’s a God damn good day; a good day to die.
It’s a choice we made when we chose to no longer cry.
(C)2020 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Form:
Basic training was no joke for my daughter
Her troop was under the jurisdiction of Mother Russia.
Mother Russia, their drill sergeant was five foot four.
My daughter is five foot ten. She could not stop smiling.
He did not appreciate her height.
Not highly successful; it was like Tweety Bird dressing down Sylvester.
I sent her seventeen Elvis postcards; fifteen landed on the same day.
Mother Russia’s policy was if you get more than two pieces of mail you must sing a song in front of the troop.
She was supposed to sing an Elvis song but she did not know any.
The whole troop had to sing one and coax her along.
It did not help that the troop next door was carousing most of the time.
They were being referred to as “Disneyland”.
Chilly breeze blows
Evening settles here;
Nearby croaking
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May evening presides
Misty rain moans;
Haunting farewell
~~~~~~~~~
Lonely courtyard
Desolate chill;
Solitary tree
~~~~~~~~~
Empty street
Blurry lamp lights;
Lonely air echoes
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Umbrellas moving
Rain drenching;
Wetness spills over
~~~~~~~~~
Cold cold air
Blankets soft skin;
Goosebumps tangle
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Absent moon
Over the other side;
Lonely night
~~~~~~~~~
Hot tea brew
Warm comfort here;
Brief sustenance
~~~~~~~~~
TV drama
Good versus evil;
Staycation noise
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Scattered verse
Fragments litter;
Impromptu lines
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Late evening poise
Haiku moments speak;
Fragments received
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Rooftops in view
Mud tiles cocoons;
Metamorphosis
~~~~~~~~~
Deep dark night
Stars camouflaged;
No moon tonight
~~~~~~~~~
Late night flight
Dreamy destination;
Sleep intersects
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Leon Enriquez
20 May 2015
Singapore
Actor's Guild of ritual 'arts'
Secret ritual Oaths exchanged for luxurious material lives
Outward behaviour, manners; betraying what they really are and of course what they hide,
Though if it were not so
hidden in Plain Sight,
We would not have seen
what they always were,
The Fickle mob shall not
know a bloody thing,
Unecessarily kept dumbed down,
With their 'sophisticated' play acting, celebrities, musicians,
supporting actors, playrights,
Are avowed,
And yet belong to elite and hideous Crown
So the righteous masses
now versus,
This heinous satanic fake nobility,
Struggle of ages - Karmic written verses
Now curiously benefits semi enlightened,
Previous numb and wretched
inability
Those ranting sychophant agents
are but greedy Luciferian pawns
With script, face and masks
in one hand
The other hidden, tho reveals;
A Bond to occult subversive band
With radio, film and tel-lie-vision,
You could not otherwise see
What Mind Control agendas have actually been written,
The whole world in numbing trance, to then agree..
We have not been given time,
To realise their inadvertent message,
Tho the apple has been bitten
Masonic rites of passage,
The fruit has long since fallen from the tree,
Remember this the forefathers told us,
People sadly are invariably not always,
what they present themselves to be
The skill therein lies within,
An extremely well funded and
over paid,
ability to deceive us
Kurt Hubbard-Beale
August 28th 2021
During covid 19 lockdowns
The PoetTree
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This Citizen Banker
safely in his compound doth attest,
sans donning his typical
gabbling and trumpeting ways,
while legally tendered,
currently being cents
less lee swept away
soul fully - bellow
wing from my chest
(with fortissimo, the
whirling wide webbed
watery tidal swells
rivaling the peak
of Mount Everest)
reef furring to being
nearly reduced to poverty
hence, essentially buck
king the tide while washed out -
since day short and dollar late
circumstances force me
to cash worthless buffalo chips
astutely as you correctly guessed
from deep pull horrible
United States economic situation,
where option non
existent against invest
ting, nesting, and squirreling
financial resources jest
accessible for wealthy people
to sync investment portfolios
region of popular tax haven,
viz Cayman Islands lest
hefty costs accrue
keeping scrupulously stashed re:
sources untouchable,
where Uncle Sam canst
access ex cell lent
healthy maturing outlook
king monies, and understandable
at rage against the machine
if rainy day funds messed
up, but solvent versus
debts drowning oneself
unable to stay afloat,
where declaring Chapter 7 bankruptcy
doomed to bobbing
within a sinking boat,
and where pointless
to pull out all the whistle stops
including abandoning resorting
to heroic measures
while additionally futile
to shed tears and emote
only kidding self to seek out goat
tam ma Buddha, nor will
I resort to gofundme
(cuz ma last name NOT Kardashian),
but matter of fact lee
roll with the figurative punches
feigning tubby Jew Dee
or an incarnation
of Muhammad Ali
during his ready for prime time Box
sing rebellious jabbering
left fist out fox
sing prize fighter un
defeated champ with mox
see, his champion modesty
oozed muscles like rocks,
a bankable one man
Gibraltar with precious
mettle to the core,
not wanting with his pugilistic,
yet homegrown genteel
ringing true mark
solid core state athletically valued
bankable bonded stocks.
In our scientific
secular
sometimes ecological
paradigms
We speak
and feel monocultural solitude
versus polycultural amplitude
Colonizing internal dry complexities
versus creolizing moist outside chaos
decomposing uncreative tensions
lack of creative intentions
Meanwhile,
within our gospel choirs
sacred
systematically theological
polytheistic
and polyphonic
transubstantiating polynomially
equipoised poetic
polytheistic paradigms
expressing timeless robust resonance
as prescience
We feel panentheistically hopeful
while actively listening
feeling especially for polyculturing Beauty
balancing
straight white forefathers'
monotheistic trust
and, possibly, monopolistic lust
for anthrosupremacist Truth
Together
creolizing healthy integrity
rather than colonizing wealthy competitions
These recreative therapeutic co-intentions
co-relations
co-investments
co-operations
co-peak memories
of sweaty sweet co-passions:
Immanently felt
politically empowering
and lawful
and eminently awesome
and hopefully not laboratoried
experimental awful
AND transcendently experiential
macro-economic green cost-aversive theories
for micro-health/wealth effective-attractive
and ethical peak neurosensory experience
Revolving global peace gospel
evolving through local justice restoring
secular laboratories
repurposing sacramental health
and wealth-thrival
indigenous enlightenment
More bang
for bucks
who give
a...
within
and without
our scientific and noetic
secular and sacred
sometimes ecological
sometimes more theological
nature-spirited
paradigms
and circular rhymes.
Yours truly does readily confess
the following poem crafted more or less
approximately a year ago,
when coronavirus (COVID-19)
wrought havoc creating global mess
when panic against collective temple did press
a feeling of melancholy and world-weariness.
Along luscious green acres banks steep grade
(in close proximity to
Petticoat Junction) naturemade
Perkiomen Valley watershed,
verdant landscape displayed
yours truly, (a garden variety
proto human) arrayed
solely donning birthday suit,
whose fifty plus shades hair gone grayed,
i.e. one infinitesimal measly mortal
whiles away hours, laid
back days of his life as
the world wide web turns
comprising second decade
of twenty first century
civilization, where
coronavirus veritably waylaid
furlough afflicts populations feeling betrayed
entire fabric *****sapiens staid
threadbare existence now best describes
chock full of endemic ennui proliferates,
where vast majority of people afraid
to leave their houses lest COVID-19 played
greater havoc, whereby society already upended
unemployment factor at record high since...
Great depression witnessed
courtesy somber parade,
ninety years ago benchmarked
from May 11, 2021,
an invisible oppressed heaviness weighed
down the madding crowds
aghast how stock market trade
hit rock bottom making paupers,
ill fate clobbered breadwinners
circumstance none could evade
October 29, 1929 haint no charade,
when Black Tuesday hit Wall Street
bitta bing bitta bang bitta played
bitty bitty chitty chitty bang bang
linkedin with irrational exuberance portrayed
American economy supine splayed
versus March 11, 2020 characterized
coronavirus outbreak as pandemic
by the WHO subsequently signaling
Trump cited "fake news" and not dismayed
to expedite drastic measures
none would impede golf nor Mar-a-Lago
leisure him sipping lemonade
acid test tee zing 'bout quaffing electric kool-aid
without getting his doggy dimples in a bunch
he grudgingly complied and obeyed
purveyors (governors) and Anthony Fauci
complete United States government shutdown
approximately mid/late March 2020
which undertaking generated brisk business
grim reaper experienced
(still does) protracted heyday.
When hatred and fear become a fusion
We live in a terrible land of confusion
Watch the elite dogs all bark
When they see the revolutionary spark
The problem is our world is burning
And the masses not caring is concerning
The reality is intelligence is what they fear
So they keep us dumb so we'll never be a peer
Men gunned down relentlessly on the street
It is through racial division we find defeat
When we are locked in a war of brother versus brother
It gives the elites an excuse for our rights to smother
Let us be clear that it is not up for debate
That you cannot defeat hate with hate
This is the world we live in but is it worth fighting for
And if we're ready to do battle for more
For many existing day to day is just a pain
So many with nothing to gain, so many slain
When I watch the news it is with a heavy heart
At how families can be so easily ripped apart
Forever burdened by the deceased voices of the dead
Damned to an evil system their souls were fed
And those who remain are simply here to ask why
We allow ourselves to live this atrocious lie
The machine grows and promotes the groth of cancer
And I'm not here to pretend as if I have the answer
I'm just another guy trying to live out my insignificant dreams
In a world that crushes the imagination of children it seems
If we are ever going to defeat the greed
Hope is something we need
We live in a terrible land of confusion
But it does not have to be the final conclusion
Civilian casualty
All wars are bad, but wars can be stopped
if there is will seek peace, which there is not
the civilians in Ukraine must suffer more.
How many non-combatants are killed in this
Russian versus NATO and the USA we don’t know
but the number of dead seems relatively small
when so much has been bombed to destruction.
It appears to me that weekly, more
Palestinians are killed by the so-called IDF than
Ukrainian civilians.
But this toll is met with silence since Israel has
been sanctified by Brussels by no other than
Ursula von der Leyen in her horrible speech
absolving Israel of any guilt.
But what else are they expect from this corporate
Fascism the EU has become.
Neither family nor scant friends twill mourn
severance outlook linkedin inextricably forlorn
accursed psychological agony since I got born
incessantly pilloried courtesy bullies hood scorn,
yours truly convenient scapegoat raked over hot coals
preferable versus insidious,
malicious, nefarious, opprobrious
querulous, ridiculous, salacious...
suffering post traumatic stress disorder wartorn
invisible battle scars branded me, yet well worn
shell shocked comfortably numbed skull
(just another brick in the wall)
jimmied heavily inebriated distilled, cracked corn
trumpet silenced (think) muted horn.
Anger at self wells up
regarding passive stance (mine)
convenient akin to jellyfish,
and/or crustaceans without spine
essentially a dorky nerdy wimpy kid
i.e. faulty genetic design
unsure if attributable to Capricorn zodiac sign
essentially allowed, enabled and provided
easy excellent access akin to scavengers to dine
bitter draughts synonymous quaffing quinine
bobble headed, I
meekly, grudgingly, admittedly opine
figuratively forced down gullet - nein
letup liberally heaped upon
courtesy 20/20 hindsight, a tangential pact
with Sue S. Side, promising starvation diet
package deal plus absent I, cant see
(now a tan - gent) unwittingly did cosign.