Long Weapons Poems
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Leftism is tyranny,
with no respect for rights,
say a thing against them
you’ll be cancelled that night,
since free speech isn’t useful
if it goes against them,
all while claiming ‘compassion’
to confuse stupid men.
They seek to take your weapons,
cold logic to their thoughts,
knowing if you are disarmed
then all hope will be lost,
Like all dictators past
they’ve come to realize
you can’t be marched to the camps
if you can make them die.
No respect for property,
some say it don’t exist!
Since, if they own everything,
again you can’t resist.
No respect for voting,
with fraud at every turn,
defening the country
with their ballot-printer,
flooding us with aliens
to vote illegally,
bribing those same people
with our cash endlessly,
not caring that this kills
the voices of us all,
don’t want to represent
free souls that won’t play ball.
The very idea of rights
they scoff at all the time,
says they all come from the state,
an idea quite malign,
if rights come from the state
then they were never rights,
rights can’t be taken away,
if they try you have to fight.
They reject the notion
some things are beyond man,
this always leads to tyrants,
since they don’t understand
that without higher powers,
and fear of being judged,
corrupt men think they are Gods,
which leaves everyone f-cked.
schools encourage students
to grow up have recess-fun
behave and become mature
responsible people who mind
their business and help others
however there be a problem
the ukraine leader was a stage comedian
before being elected head of his party
in the school yard where-in as class-clown
he seeks cheers and applause for unfunny
psychopathic gang fights with those with
whom they've lived for decades so that
peace ends and school yard fighting reigns
reputations of the biggest bullies who clamber
for a piece of the weapons profit all while
people are dying for publicity and bank accounts
of the usa as the biggest weapon-profits sucker
on the planet that threatens those who want
peace talks (china) because the fighters then
might be removed (and put on an island somewhere)
to fight or work and talk out their problems apart from us
immature people must not be put in charge.....period
stan sand
Words in anger flow
black like tar and crow
below the belt, they land
blow by blow the mouth the mighty hand
Frustration and anger collide
taking it all in our stride
stepping on everything sacred
respect is gone it has faded
Anticipating the blame and disgust
shredding the last bit of trust
who is to blame is important
the nagging is terribly constant
Arguments are deadly weapons
they are supposed to be lessons
angry words leave lasting impressions
Won't do any more of these sessions
Soon the silence lays claim
no longer about who's to blame
things are no longer the same
and that is an awful shame.
I told my boss this was a job I didn’t relish
Reports so far deemed this Elfin war rather hellish.
Troops had crossed the border and entered the valley.
So far we didn’t have a death or injury tally.
I entered the tavern, only a mile from the enemy line.
The locals seemed relaxed and all seemed fine.
I sat at a table with three burly men drinking beer.
They didn't seem to mind me being here.
Introduced myself as a war correspondent.
After I ordered them all another beer they were very respondent.
Eager to tell me what they knew of the Elfin war.
At that time, I didn’t realize what I had in store.
I urged them to go on and tell me much more
Soon others in the pub, heard the tales and began to chip in.
First hand accounts of fighting they saw, I hardly knew where to begin.
Seems the fighting was very tactical. The rebels would advance to attack,
The allied Army was ready and their weapons would force them back.
Evidentially a local man, a sergeant of note, was injured by a blast.
He wandered in the way of a hand grenade, on his patrol as he passed.
Most stories were of artillery fire being heard in the morning hours.
Patrons of the tavern didn't seem too perturbed about the rebels powers.
Confidence reined in the army from what they could see.
The publican joined us with a round of beer saying these are free.
”Laddy, I am sure you’ll want to mention this home spun brew.
The best brewed beer and everyone loves it, your readers will too.
It’s called Ellery Tavern Lager. We make it right here in town.”
“He’ll only be interested if the mongrels burn the factory down”
I was feeling light headed, lost count of the number of beers I had.
Went to stand up and realized I was feeling rather shaky and quite bad.
My trusty tape recorder, had some good stories for me to write.
Wandering out to get some fresh air I took some photos before night.
Dialogue
When 2 people each have a glass of wine, and listen to the others viewpoint
Debate
When 2 people each drink a bottle of wine and make damn sure the other person knows they are right, both argue until one falls asleep.
Battle
when each person drinks 6 bottles of wine each, fiercely argue their point, breaking all 12 bottles in half to be used as weapons of convincing, until both lie in a pool of blood.
War
When each side drinks 6 bottles of wine rounds up all the villagers and they each drink 6 bottle of wine, and attack the other village for not agreeing to their point of view. When one village is almost wiped out then the other side with all their wounded wine drinkers, then declares victory.
United Nations
When to stop the two sides from debating their opinions in war like manner, they come and set a boundary between the two villages. Of course because they are unarmed, they bring cases of wine to give to both sides, to sooth the wounded and calm down the rest. Any minor conflicts are resolved with a glass of wine and a mediator.
A Vineyard somewhere in France
ahh Jacque, regarde, look, this beautiful vineyard of grapes, and this beautiful summer morning! ah oui oui tres beaux! Yes Monsieur Antoine, so true, what a wonderful trade, satisfying the thirst of people and knowledge, that you bring such peace and protection to the world, Antoine truly, bless you.
I want this message from the past
When things like you're hearing now are illegal
When it's totally clear what you face
I want you to know if you don't resist
It will get worse
It's not going to get better
You will realize that you're the leaders
You will realize that it's up to you to act
This is my message to the future.
You don't have a choice
The attacks they launched against you
Herding you into the cities
Every few years a more horrific event
You have got to spread the word
Everyone will see the truth
You're in lock down prison cities
I'm speaking to the secret police of the future
Your families are dying from the bio weapons
You're dying from the engineered cancers
That information is restricted to you now
In our time we were able to access that information
Before it had been erased
"I know many of you in the future will be emotionless
Because of the vaccines
They attacked the areas of your brain
Associated with endorphin absorption"
Many of you have been lobotomized
I'm sorry that we didn't fight hard enough
I'm sorry that we didn't do everything we could
I want you to know we tried...
a Danish imbroglio
The Danish prime minister is appealing to Europe to stop Trump’s idea of taking Greenland and making it an American state
What he wants not that he is overly interested
is to be sure that no other country places
bases on Greenland’s still-cold soil like Russia
or China
the Vikings when Greenland had a period of thawing had farms there, which tells us the brave Vikings were mostly farmers, their fierceness is a national lie
As for Europe helping look another way they
write the declaration of good intent and should
Say, Trump, post troops on the Island, the EU
will wring their hands and do nothing
We know this when Gaza suffered a mini holocaust it lamented, but otherwise, did nothing, even Germany in her misguided sense
of guilt lasting for generations sent weapons to Israel
So, we tell Denmark you are on your own to deal
with this new situation, but to give more money for the defense of Greenland is futile
Perhaps the Danish “hygge” might help
In the battle of markets, where influences clash relentlessly,
In every war, the lies of professionals resonate loudly,
Where religious fanatics, sincere to the point of incandescence,
Sell a holy crusade to defend virtue from the shadow of Evil.
In the silent march of soldiers, where the soul's turmoil is deaf,
A story is born of a world seeking salvation in smoke and fire,
And the flames rise like sacrificial prayers to the heavens,
Embracing promises of eternal redemption and deliverance.
In the chaotic dance of markets, where goods become weapons,
Legends are woven speaking of good and evil, light and darkness,
And structures of illusions rise, vibrating sand castles,
Under the weight of heavy words proclaiming absolute truth.
Beyond the curtains of rhetoric, where lies and truth intertwine,
Stretches a world where silence is the loudest scream,
And souls are lost in the labyrinth of unanswered questions,
Seeking a path to peace that always seems a step away.
In the melancholy of this endless struggle for domination and control,
In every story lies the shadow of a personal crusade,
Where each heart sings its own anthem of hope and despair,
Knotted in the fine weave of dreams and unshared fears.
Thus, war becomes a dance of shadows on a vast theater's stage,
A spectacle of lights and shadows, beliefs and doubts,
Where each soul is an actor in its own play of existence,
Carrying within the echo of a battle that knows no end.
Come on kill me!
You have the dragger
And I have the soul
We both have our means
We both have our goals
You, the symbol of evil
Gather your courage
Strike with the might
When you see my soul
Ah, now you wonder
When I say my soul
You like to play with the body
You enjoy deceiving
You, rebel, the outcast
You hit below the belt
Yet you say I am the courageous.
Your silly invitations are your weapons
Your preach treasury
You show the ways to usury
Gather your weapons
Give a last try
Why keep waiting for the opportunity
You must come and strike now
Before my soul departs saying goodbye
An anti-resolvent-fume-
of-infest-chokes-out-integral-yield of humanity.
Thick as molasses, blackstrap morass of emnity.
Blight is apathy, and apathy is blight.
A Void, a claim farming the abyss.
Marketing it's lie, on sale.
Though it has a monopoly.
PolyEntropy.
In the garden of life; an empty field of dreams,
lays unintended on its side,
untended save for the shadows
that yield a mock harvest.
Decay on display of manifest.
The sky, descended as a Judas Ascendant,
it's belly gorged with malfeasance.
Exotic particles curse the ground
like wormwood in ritual burn, cache of ashen incense.
Libra sells you back your rye, mildewed and palmer wormed, to bore in at the destitute
at double price, double dealing
with the wages of Sin and Death.
Doubled down.
Doubled over.
So the pendulum swings
in shadows deep, a soul did sleep- in
Crimson and Clover, over and over, so over
the Lords of Plunder.
Its essence lost, a memory weeped as it counts
the costs.
Whispers of sorrow, a silent scream,
in the Wilderness-
under project Blue Beam/Warp Speed.
In the void, the soul did dream of cover
by militias of truth needs to redirect the beams.
The sky, a jumbotron of betrayal and lies,
false witness to commercial treachery
portrayal in its thespian guise.
Cursed particles dance in the wind,
like venus flytrap babys breath.
A haunting reminder of the wages of sin,
the touch of death.
The scales of justice are unbalanced and frayed,
black judgment, jury, executioner-DOJ.
Truth and falsehood in a deadly coliseum
where devouring Lions roam.
The rose of passion, its petals torn,
as humanity's innocence is forever shorn.
As the pendulum swings, a dance of despair,
seduces in masked charade in the wings.
Hope dwindles
in the poisoned communications air.
Ploughshares turned to weapons of hate,
In a world where love is overshadowed, here,
eclipsed by the tech magistrates in monopolistic
fare synods.
The farms bought by syndicates who will use starvation as cattle prod,
obedience broad, shock and awe.
The World Economic Forum is a synod,
a syndicate of Lawless Ones using purse strings to strangle us into submission.
Submission to their Fallen Angel false Gods.