Friday News
Woke up, the brain computer told me
about the cost of vegetables in Holland
I904, when a kilo of carrots was priced at
0'02 Guilders
Got up, switched on the computer
The news was miserable, a rusty tank ship
full of oil floating about near Iceland
Trump had pulled out of the organization that
It was helpful to protect the environment
The oil people had won nature again, can
look after itself
Two of Trump's mouthpieces told how
They were going to steal Venezuelan's
oil, they did so without blushing
My old friend Elon Musk has taken
A kind interest in politics, I wish he would
stick to Mars, I see him on X, talking to
worthy persons about his plans,
hoping the constitution could be changed
So he could become president
Finally, the ICE soldiers continue the
war against the Americans
So, what was the price of carrots again
For the umpteenth time,
the sun flares its solaris routines.
Painting the stroke of a wolf's tail,
as a sign of dawn.
Its color rises straight up,
as if tickling the sky.
Mouthpieces of minaret sound faintly,
racing with the air swirling.
Sometimes major, sometimes minor,
beautiful as if the waves are rocking.
Turning a quarter radial,
He swept across the narrow space,
open his pupils to get an aperture,
dimly seeing her twinkling eyes.
How demons turned into his devils.
Undesignated seventh heaven.
I'm next to you,
He said.
I am your face and your eyes,
she answered.
Even though your nose was hit with a sword?
The Bolted Brain
Like permanently set cement.
Ever try to speak to one?
Whose vacant eyes just glow!
With questionable truisms,
Gleaned from brazen television shows?
As if a seven-paid figured miscreant
Has fallen from Mount Olympus, what?
Ill informed mountaineers, they~
Encouraging us to at our nation jeer!
Yea, their duty be, to fill us with hate
and fear, adamantly.
Best you muzzle these mouthpieces
who cheer.
For the end of the planet, all nations
and the life you hold dear.
They want to be angels of truth?
I say adamantly, they all lie, forsooth!
The machine buried him,
poor bastard spent 40 years in the coop
before technology chased down the truth
the machine gave him twenty million for his time
the mouthpieces took a hefty slice
the machine will tax the settlement
burying him all over again.
On the seven hills, virtue arrives concealed -
The discalced cross the hill country, making haste -
A presence quickening the littlest of hearts...
Privileged to greet him along the rocky passes.
Climbing the ten stringed peak,
Untold souls in silence, harmonize espousal glory,
Not alone moving mountains, but faith forward with empty hands, full.
At the four corners, thunder echoes -
Peeling hearts, stripping their core bare,
With quiet voices - mouthpieces roaming the earth in stillness of soul.
In the distance, soaring birds in flight on his breath,
Lift longing breasts to the heavens in solitude,
Singing angelic hymns with one heart and mind,
Rejoicing in revelations of truth from above.
At the three tiered platform,
Between the hills and the sky,
Resting martyrs, concealed in his blood,
Bowed heads leaning upon the wooden beam.
At the time of visitation,
Unrecognizable to many,
Known only to faithful followers,
The Holy Face of Christ not hidden,
His appearance simply out of view!
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