I.C.E.'s unhinged, unconstrained violence
killed a decent woman called Renée Good
It has evoked hot fury not silence
the fact that she had been misunderstood
Made Good look bad, glibbing he did what he had to do,
You see they’ve been given immunity
What is really sad, is he didn’t have to
Behold an assassin’s creed unity
This is a Force I cannot comprehend
Straight out of the fires of hell
The devil had us fooled, this Force NOT a godsend
Anyone can be taken; none safe from the ‘quota’ which makes my head swell
I look for answers and onto my faith
Yet nothing can fix an agent’s revenge
It’s all very cruel, his unkind heart‘ll force only his own wraith
Why must we be like this, I too look to avenge
Right of protest destroyed by violent emotion, becoming worse
There is no justice for Renée Good, only doubt
As her orphans ride off in a Hearse
Words kind and nice shall not suffice
From the depths of my soul, I shout
Kcuf I.C.E.!
Justice For Renée Nicole Good
1/10/26
Modern warriors,
They fight for the home plate.
The bat and the ball,
is what decide their fate.
The people are pumped,
and they all yell and cheer.
In front of thousands,
the heroes with no fear.
Behind on the count,
but here comes the ringer.
Though it may look bad,
he will hit a zinger.
Under the lights and sound,
they come to witness.
The new king of the mound!
Here comes the jingle jangle man
Who struts and swaggers he is his biggest fan
He doesn’t want anyone to be
Better than he himself you do see
He schemes at things behind your back
Don’t tell him your secrets or he will hack
Them making you look bad
In the end you’ll feel sad
As he walks with hands in pockets
Jingle jangle hear the racket
Take heed of his noise then
Don’t converse thinking he is a friend.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Ignorance doesn’t ask questions,
thinks it’s weak to be confused
reliance on interpretations
doesn’t second guess the clues
arrogance shows what it knows
communicates itself with vigour
as if surrounded by those slow
to demonstrate their brain is bigger
the ignorance that lives in bliss
the arrogance to know what is
the brazen need to be the best
undiagnosed mental complex
to never admit the error you made
diverting attention onto another
critical of how others behave
claiming all they cause is bother
call them a hinderance
but one you will help
and with great significance
for nothing your self
you go from the victim treated unfair
to the selfless hero who puts himself there
talk of your friends who cause you despair
and then be the reason they get anywhere
as if you’re friends with the lowest creatures
such stupidity of the mentally weaker
and suddenly you appear such a great fella
way up high all above those in the cellar
but isn’t it so sad
to look good they look bad
when you are the perk
you better the sag
unaware that this blag
is of an insecure lad!
There it is -
a giant lizard
or is it only
the image of his scrawny neck
with its large bobbing apple
that has misled me?
Yes,
folks can be cruel about appearance,
he might be beautiful on the inside,
but his skin! His eyes
are really black and glassy
and they bulge!
I suspect he actually is
an alien lizard being
he's testing me
making me judge him.
One more
reptilian alien interloper
sent to this planet,
their mission:
just to make me look bad,
but I already look bad.
Even when the wind blows
Even if a baby cries
When the grass is trampled
Even if look bad
A stranger closes
Even if they talk to you
When family members argue
Even if they talk noisy at night
If they have not anything to pay
If a child steals something cheap
Even if swear alone
for all the behaviors
that are not in the heart
If it's not to liking
do act
by the spirit of reporting.
My workouts just get tougher,
The older that I get.
All the pains that I suffer,
Just trying to stay fit.
Wish I felt just like I did,
More than thirty years ago.
Back when I was still a kid,
And my muscles still would grow.
Even though I don't look bad,
For someone of my age.
The knowledge makes me sad,
That it's time to turn the page.
Though my will still compels,
At times it seems so stormy.
I'd love for someone else,
To do my workouts for me.
Life is lived though won or lost
We are forced to create a past
Time is also running damn fast
All must one day end at last
The loss we suffered long back
Is no longer a great drawback
We laugh when past loss we track
We are cured due to time's knack
That girl by whom we got rejected
That job from which we were ejected
That game which our father objected
That day on which we were injected
So many scars that no longer look bad
Innumerable insults that sadly we had
Various criticisms from our dear dad
Time heals stopping us turning mad
So, use time and very calmly wait
Time will carry burdensome weight
Try to reach a very great height
But, fall not for greed's bait.
The one in my pictures
I asked my God for my queen
I asked him to give me a fighter
A woman who has seen life
And decide by herself to settle down
I did not ask God a virgin
I ask him to give me some one
Who will fight with me
Grow with me
Build my home together with me
A woman that I can defend
At all time
Support her with all my mind
Love her from my soul
And make her happy from deep inside my heart
I will always tell you
Am not perfect
And this is not a lie
Am who God made me to be
Am happy I found my purpose in life
And I need a woman like You
to build a life together
I swear to be honest am happy the you are
The one in my picture
The one in my picture
Yes is you
You fit in this picture
Please don't let it look ugly
Don't let it look bad
Cos I have made up my mind
To always love respect and
Always make you happy
You deserve to understand life in a better way
You deserve my life picture
Please take me not as a husband
But as a brother
A man you can always look up to
The one that truly appreciate your love
Once again I have searched from old till now
Truly I realized that you are
The one in my picture
Life is lived though won or lost
We are forced to create a past
Time is also running damn fast
All must one day end at last
The loss we suffered long back
Is no longer a great drawback
We laugh when past loss we track
We are cured due to time's knack
That girl by whom we got rejected
That job from which we were ejected
That game which our father objected
That day on which we were injected
So many scars that no longer look bad
Innumerable insults that sadly we had
Various criticisms from our dear dad
Time heals stopping us turning mad
So, use time and very calmly wait
Time will carry burdensome weight
Try to reach a very great height
But, fall not for greed's bait.
The Fed's interest increase today
Could change the election in play
Their latest rate rise
Is meddling in disguise
And Republicans say hooray!
Author's note: Do we believe the Fed didn't realize inflation was a problem until recently? They didn't raise rates during the previous administration--OMG that would have made the T-rumpasaurus look bad. They could have held off this month, but this way they can bias the electoral process.
Xi's eyes really slant toward Taiwan
He'd grab it if we'd just be gone
The things in that land
Could strengthen his hand
And help him work on his hard on
Author's note: Tsars and oligarchs don't like free societies on their border as it makes them look bad. People want freedom and western culture. In this world of ours should lifestyle be dictated by latitude and longitude?
She sang and she sang till blue in the face
It didn’t look bad with her dress of white lace
She sang her little heart out
Her body they did cart out
They searched for her heart, there was nary a trace
It is dark, cold and lonely,
Here where I live.
The damage is massive,
I can't seem to forgive.
The dirty deed,
Done unto me.
None so blind as those,
Who cannot see?
I was not aware you were,
A wrecking ball.
When I figured it out?
My flesh began to crawl.
You did things you swore,
You would never do,
You left me alone,
Every cell in my body cries out for you.
I cannot seem to recall,
When it took a turn for the worse.
I once believed you were a blessing,
Really, you’re a curse.
When you try to make someone look bad,
You can never look good.
The love you were presenting,
I miss understood.
You hold you head high, like you're in the right,
I have a different point of view.
For real, Medusa,
hasn't got nothing on you.
You had me convinced we were,
On the same page.
My love for you turned into,
A bitter tasting rage.
When you left you took,
All that was warm.
Careful, I have been brewing,
The Perfect Storm.
Turbo1904
My side of the story told by someone else,
so now I have no need to say it myself,
because they heard it as if worded
by bad mental health,
all my falls are my fault as I've foolish thoughts,
How come they don't hear me and don't let me talk?
Are they thick are they dumb do they fall when they walk?
Listen to both sides of the story,
first rule, liars quickly talk,
victims need to thought sort,
the first story will be failure of all things,
the second more likely short and boring,
the first story is invented,
I bet the truths less eventful,
Liars lies are quick interesting cries by design,
the truth maybe thick but no target in mind
If it's aimed at a person to make them look bad,
think how you'd talk if you blame, not attack,
you wouldn't focus on the person more the loss,
it's annoying but we talk no hate comes across.
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