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Theres a volume out now on everyday life, by an ex border
Patroller and its 'all about the strife' of whats happening in Chicago? where
Al was chased and taxed, theres invasion it says' and
The limits are all out-maxed..!It talks of replacement of
A city's black souls, yet three billion dollars earmarked for venezualens 'in the hold?' of the mayor and his servants.
Waiting to be spent, on the next stage of their journey up
From a city of tents, it makes grim reading i'd say from
What I've heard..Seems like the everyday Americans are
Being driven out like a herd..Now I think i've come across that
Term before.? Like in a plan oft derided.' Gets me wondering even more.
On what has really been decided.??
Almost every day.
Hold your hand close to me.
Post me against the wall and stick pins on all four corners.
Explain whats happening in vivid emotion.
If I've pissed you off black out my eyes.
If you've stored me in your heart cover the space behind me blood red.
There is no need to question the value of if what you feel is real.
Slide my face across bright light in means to cover my face in fashion.
In a variety of back drops and shade.
Smear my face in distorted emotion.
A synthetic hue vibrant and wild.
Color my hair yellow then blue.
Do as you wish.
But by all means don't leave my picture the way it is
Topic
Brother
A special
the baby brother
the start
Tiny and beautiful
moms attention
eyes on him
cries, smiles, laughs
energy in boundless
what a joy to have this
Brother
Little Brother
Baby Brother forever
decades later
a story told to a sister
words from a heartbroken older brother
Man i love him but whats happening now is breaking my heart
Oh yea i Say , he has broken my heart a million times and yes we still love him
our baby brother
so i ask what is so special about him that this is the first time he broke your heart
Baby Brother never disrespected me
Wow I say tell me something of this relationship
Well he said
I was his big brother, he was my little brother
He looked up to me, he followed me i mean ran behind me when i would go to practice, My older brother was athletic, he played all sports, not sure why baby brother did not follow suit. Now i know where he learned to box, older brother
now i know why he can run fast chasing his older brother, love for bicycles older brother, love for cars older brother.
Older brother left for the Army and baby brother met adolescent life alone
got into a world of bad
so now we have this
lots and lots of love but lots and lots of pain.
if only little brother went on to the Military
if only he didn't replace big brother for brother in law
things would be different
I'm sorry so sorry
what can i do now to fix
nothing this is my consequence my families burden now
do i have to take the blame
I did not know better....
Row after row of terraced houses
a thousand storys all with the same ending.
Clocking in clocking out
new born babys crying
old men dying.
Red letter days and no way to pay
this is the reality in england today.
Mininum wages ,maxium effort
bosses that drive brand new mercedes
politicians paid 3 times our wages
apathy rules, stuck in front of the tele
whats happening on love island
means more to the masses
as suicide rates go higher and higher.
Words and the speeches do not matter
when your elected representives
think they know better.
Keir Hardy and Bevan
would wonder whats happened
to this england.
#Sacrifice_puked_upon
There's a voice, so loud in my neighbors house, I peep to see whats happening, a lad is the source of it, projected at parents. Wish to shut my ears and close my eyes, so not to hear and listen but my inner being abducts me into it.
Broken, mothers special mug, I see the broken pieces scattering also in her eyes, her body taking badly the shot of the sound the mug makes when hitting the floor. I realize indeed, such was a special mug, her womb fruit. A child mushrooming amorphously, out and wild of her mothers hands and side.
There she remain numb and demented, only tears speaking on her behalf, through falling, on the very floor the mug has fallen. In those tears, its not only pain coated but hope and her only wishes to this world and life.
This is a taking moment, the least and last of what was left of this mother. If life is not choked out of her body, this moment, Heaven clock must had not clocked upon her soul.
I see her reconnecting back with her strength, trying to sit herself down, with her hand on her mouth, words not audible breathed out from the uncovered part of her mouth.
Like any parent, she never imagined that one day her womb fruit, would too grow thorns and start preakling her. Her mistake was saying "not my child" forgetting that on this temporary world, no one live without discovering for themelves the true meaning of "never say never" proverb.
In her mind, all her starving days, her efforts, sacrifices and investment in this lad, pilling into stacks of pain, she wanna shout and burst her pain out but her voice dries out, for the pain having spread like venom upon her body, all she can and left with, are tears that run so trespassing upon her every pore of her eyes,
she realize to herself that these are her sacrifices puked upon, I pray this to be not the last she could realize and take as her last discovery to her creator. Parenting gone south, like a lab experiment unconvincing its scientists, while children turning opposite to what every parent wishes, parents sacrifice puked upon
#Poetic_Ink
Your Pain will be temporary but eternal glory awaits
You will rise to the top through heavens pearly white gates
You will tell the whole world how low for you life became
And just like a phoenix how you rose from the flame
you have been chosen to lead one of god’s special tribes
so trust in whats happening and in the words that you scribe
your tribulations and trials you bravely took on yourself
so when your army descended they’d always have a good health
you’ll feel every emotion from fear love hate and elation
these are your most precious gifts for you to share with the nation
I will bless your loving family with a strength from up high
To hear truth in your voices and see trust in your eyes
A special blessing i’ll bestow upon each one of you
So precious and powerful trusted in just a few
My dear brother Andrew live your life to this rule
A foolish man rides a stallion but the learned a mule
So tell me how much worse it gets so I can be prepared
My worry is i’ll go to far and that’s what makes me scared
Difficulty seeing who’s a friend or a foe
Letting intrigue beat sense which hardly leads to a no
I feel crowded in an empty room and deafened by no sound
My brain is playing hide and seek but logic can’t be found
Im tired each and every day from building my defence
To shield the world from what I feel
inside that’s so intense
Stop and listen to my voice that I shall send to thee
If then I feel your true desire my presence you will see
A promise made upon thy name and never will be broken
The time when peace resides within your ears will hear what’s spoken
You plan your life around a clock that only has one hand
use guess work in the times in life to run or when to stand
As efforts are misplaced and focused in the wrong direction
Your children are in desperate need of there dads protection
This will last for a moment but a vital part of your lifes plan
So cast your eyes far and wide and take in all that you can
Your mind shall repair and your strength be restored
Your words shall be heard as if a lion has roared
Forgiveness be given and never spoke of again
Your joy will be felt 10 fold more than your pain
So trust in all of what prompts in your heart
That is the journey towards a fresh start
Things Have Changed
By Robert (Bob) Moore
When I was young, the doctor, came around if I got sick
gave me a pill, or needle, and that would do the trick
but thing have changed, and now we ring, his receptionist
who tells us, “you can come next week. I’ll put you on the list”
So you go round, the next week, sit in a little room
full of germs and sick folk, the air so full of gloom
yes he says, you’ve had the flu, his hand upon my brow
just stay home, don’t catch a chill, he says this to me now.
And then there was the milkman, came round every day
you can catch up next week missus, if you couldn’t pay
leave money on the doorstep, the empty bottles too
nobody would touch it, ‘cause everybody knew
Everyone was battling, just to make ends meet
nobody was richer, than the others in the street
we’d try to help each other, in any way we could
we may not have had very much, but life was pretty good
The breadman was the next to go, now he delivered to the shops
you had to go and buy your bread, with your bacon and your chops
that’s if you could afford to, things were getting very dear
you tried to keep your chin up, things could be better by next year
Then there was the paperboy, on street corners he would stand
yelling out the headlines, didn’t need no big brass band
“GET YOUR PAPER HERE” he’d cry “WHATS HAPPENING TODAY”
but I hardly even read the news, now he has gone away
or the boy who had the barrow, on a Sunday he would go
up and down the streets, and his whistle he would blow
he knew you might still be in bed, but he would wait outside
knowing as a regular, there’d be a bob or two on the side
Then there was the mailman, he would whistle too,
especially, if he had left, important mail for you
the internet, and social media, have dealt him a deadly blow
and that is why I’m pretty sure, he will be the next to go
NO FEAR OF TERRORISTS THREATS FROM DANITA DELMONT AGENT MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND MULES SMUGGLING DRUGS AND LAUNDERING THE STASH UNDER MY TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY OPERATION SOUIX CITY INTERNAL AFFAIRS LITERALLY ABUSE OF POWER 922 822 TALISA SHAW HILTON GOD BLESS AMERICA NO FRAR OF SCUM DEAR DANNY BOY OR GIRL WEARING HOOFS HOUSE HALF HORSE HALF WOMAN GALLOPING AS MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND RIDE THIS FRESK OF NATURE LEAVING SLIME ON MY WINDOW SILL HISSING MULE MULE RUSHING TO CANADA STUFFED WITH DRUGS THE DONKEY THE ASSES CIRO BORROWED FROM TAMPA DANEILLE VENSOR FLEE FROM ME I SMELL YOUR STENCH RAW EGGS NOSE HAIRS TOE FUNGUS OH DANNY BOY OR GIRL SEEKING MY EX HUSBAND WATCHING ME TOO SUN BATHE LISTENING TO MY SISTER'S MOM AND I ON YOUR ILLEGAL EAR PIECES YOU ARE AN ABOMINATION THE SIX THINGS DOTH THE LORD HATES SEVEN IS YOU AN ABOMINATION
BY THE LAW FOR THE LAW FROMTHE LAW
LAW , ARE YOU STILL THERE
OH I SEE YOUR BIGGER BLACK BLIND ON YOUR WHIMSICAL FACE
STILL BLIND
OH , AS ASPECTED
YOUR USUAL GETUP NOW ME AND MY WHOLE COUNTRY IS USED TO IT
BY THE WAY YOUR BLACK COAT HAS HOLES TODAY
BECAUSE OF ....
YOU SHOULD BE TELLING ME....
I KNOW...
SO ARE YOU GOING TO BY BUGITI OR ROYCE ROY...
YOU CAN MSG ME YOUR OPINION ANYTIME...
DO NOT FORGET TO TELL ME THE PRICE....
BY THE LAW , OH , MY BAD ,BY THE WAY WHERE TO VACATION THIS YEAR , EUROPE OR SWITZERLAND
FOR THE LAW , OH MY BAD AGAIN , WHAT YOU ARE GETTING YOUR HUSBAND THIS YEAR , GOLD WATCH OR A DIAMOND RING
YOU HOLD ME YOU PROMISED HIM , A EXPENSIVE DELIGHT ON HIS NEXT BIRTHDAY
YOU SHOULD KEEPING YOUR PROMISE...
FROM THE LAW , OH AGAIN MY BAD , WHATS HAPPENING DEAR LAW
FROM ONE SIDED LOBBYING GROUPS WHAT ARE YOU GETTING THIS YEAR
YOU MENTIONED ABOUT A VILLA IN ROME , YAH I REMEMBER
A PORCH MANTION IN FLORIDA
AND YOU WERE VERY EXCITED ABOUT IT.......
THIS POEM BY NO MEANS AIMS TO MOCK OR DERIDE ANY LAWS OR LAW MEANINGS BUT IT IS TO REFLECT THE CORRUPTION AND SYSYTEM OF BRIBERY , WHICH IS PREVELENT IN MANY BEARING COUNTRY , I AM AFRAID
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Sharp eyes dimmed ,a last spark of life
Looking puzzle and questioning
Into my soul went his silent plea,
As if to say whats happening to me.
Breathing laboured gasping for air
Left this life alone and afraid
Peace came after breath had gone
No more to hear mothers song.
Leaving like ripping my heart in two,
A hole exists that none can fill
How long will this pain fill my soul
Without us with him will he come home.
Never again will he welcome us in,
His prescence here yes perhaps it is,
But no physical touch will we feel,
Gone forever now into dust.
Tears still form falling salt filled and bitter,
Looking into his eyes forever frozen in mind
Or at a picture on a card remembering his memory,
Wishing for him back screams my broken heart.
His beautiful form seen by few,
Gentle as spring mountain dew,
Suffered his pain without complaint,
Now it is ours borne without taint.
They say there is a better place where spirits dwell,
Beyond the rainbows beguiling curve,
Promising peace for eternities flow,
Once gone where ever we go.
Why is this pain inflicted on those left behind,
A cruel joke delivered as truth appeasing our fear,
All we see are constellations of sparkling light,
Crushing our hopes and cursing our mind.
Andrew.p.mcintyre 15/12/19
In memory of our beloved Jess born feb 2006-passed 29/11/2019.
We will never forget you our little man who loved us as we loved him.