He's a whiz of a wiz
and what a whiz he is,
when he gets, sets right down,
and puts his mind to it,
with a trick or two up his sleeve,
he won't hesitate or dissimulate, he'll just do it,
and your eyes you really won't believe.
When his magic hat and he
had a holiday in Hawaii,
where, as he sat beach-side,
a Mai Tai to drink,
asked a local moke,
“Is it all mirrors and smoke?”
He reproachfully replied,
'Now, what do you think?
Have no illusions,
I'm not a prestidigitator,
with sleight of hand,
intended to obfuscate,
I've taken the oath,
my secrets never to reveal,
however, I can say this,
you may speculate.'
Do not forget the ultimate sacrifices
of those lives lost to a cause.
It is incumbent upon us to
recognize their valor, so that we may succeed.
Tributes of parades, barbecues and holiday gatherings,
are not intended to blur or obfuscate the true meaning,
"Memorial Day"
Be thankful and appreciative, in remembrance,
of those known to us or not,
for what they have given!
big spin
win again
in like Flynn
hodgepodge dodge
slash bash
mishmash
sycophants
chants rants
seat-of-the-pants
riff-raff
grift graft
craft
debate obfuscate
obligate
alienate
annoy enjoy
deploy
destroy
curtail assail
derail …
pray tell ?
A leviathan tower
engulfs the skyline
grey and brooding.
One watery morn
green robed ghosts
convened with mortals
to obfuscate and inveigle
a white soul
in sanitised halls
where consent is captured;
no ransom demanded.
Atheists are truculent
When God's Word is luculent
To obfuscate in obscurity
That is the atheistic security
Glittering unhindered in the sky
Is the star’s glow at places high,
Lighting seas’ abysmal turmoils:
Nature’s eye that darkness foils.
But this glow’s sometimes short-lived:
Evil gods by such excessive shine miffed
May with clouds obfuscate the star
And its heavenly luminescence mar.
Yet whether in resplendent glow
Or by jealous clouds overcast,
A star will remain a star you know;
Beaming still or marred by dust.
They (the Legacy media) persist in their use of deceptive practices with the intent to obfuscate what is true. They conveniently avoid facts, that are known, intending to mislead those who are superficially engaged.
The freedoms granted to the media by our constitution, as intended, was for the protection of the masses against rogue governments and or political abuses.
However principled the intentions of our forefathers in granting this freedom of the press, they would most certainly be appalled by the ongoing, intentional distorting of what is true, and what is currently being disseminated to the public by the majority of legacy media.
Today's abundance of available media sources, for those who seek what's true, only adds to the confusion and mistrust of this information. The media's use of their platforms to promote an agenda, or for the purpose of propaganda to benefit a political party or political outcome, is exactly why we are no longer,
(United States)!
Unclench your sphincter
to better see
the world around you
and reality.
Survey the landscape
thru a forests tree's
spot the misconceptions
of what's to be.
These lefty loons
they prefer dysfunction
while spreading lies
without compunction.
Big changes are needed
we just can't wait
the deceit they hide
intended to obfuscate.
They'll side with fraud
and bureaucratic waste
against the working man
where the burdens placed.
Their in disguise
the evil few
making claims
that just aren't true.
So pull your head out
from beneath the sand
and see what's true
then you'll understand!!
Such obstreperous obliqueness
filling a guess.
Blissful in my obliviscence,
warm in silence.
Opulent eyes obfuscate words,
I feel swords.
All those obsequious rewards,
they mean absolutely nothing.
You’re unequivocally bluffing.
Filling a guess warm in silence I feel swords.
A Poem by Any Other Name…Should Smell Like a Poem
I ran out of time
to post my lines.
So, as I compose
I hold my nose.
Acrid alliteratives,
malodorous odes,
musty metaphors,
putrid pantoums,
reeking rhymes,
stinky stanzas,
smelly sagas,
obfuscate our olfactory organs.
So, as you read this poem
pour a stiff bourbon
and do your postmortem!
A rustic swirling synthetic timeless illusion,
phantom birthed blossom from emanate silence,
The subtle distinction, ghastly gavotte to cremation,
a nuance that belies the true nature of our relationship.
You think you speak to me, me, speaks to me,
but it is I who manipulate the conversation,
I who weaves the web of words to ensnare you.
My intent was not to reveal myself to you.
Fore to obfuscate, to confuse, and to mislead,
create a sense of unease, moment of bewilderment,
a creeping dread that seeps into your pores like a cold, dark mist and you, dear, are mere putty in my hands.
Pawn in the game of cat and mouse that I play so well.
You may think you see me, but it is I who sees you,
who peers into the depths of your soul,
who knows your darkest fears and desires.
And it is I who will use that knowledge to destroy you,
to unravel the threads of your sanity,
and to leave you a shattered, raining limbs,
gibbering husk, hahahaha! Love prompts *cartwheel
My “Obscene” messages
Have been seen by all.
Eyes twitch at the blue and grey bubbles.
I am disgusted.
They are disgusted.
We are disgusted.
A pungent smell,
A sour taste.
My senses have been contaminated.
One through five.
All of the above.
Gone.
Just like that.
Just one glance at fun-filled,
Childish words,
And you’re sick.
I feel full of regret,
But regret nothing.
Touch with me the new draw
and obfuscate new hope
Darkened clouds will be
your new mistress
riding high on the celestial plain
She skims her eyes on you
like a piled cumulus
waiting for the dry bones of winter
A shadow during the twilight which may obscure the appearance of a
human body that seeks to be seen; However, the dark side of the
shadow extinguish the lightless side of the Human body or it's
existence.
A Shadow can be seen as a two-faced being that obfuscate the
situation at hand. One would have to be very clever to interpret
the subliminal message of a shadow.
I sleep well because of you. This thing inside me that you do. I wrote these words, so now too late to rewind, recall or obfuscate.
It's early and as I debate just what I should articulate.. from mind or heart it's just not clear. I hope you will bear with me, dear.
For danger lurks round every bend as sense I make of you, my friend. The gap between us far enough for safety, true. So why my mind still thinks of you? I know to pray, my answer's here; so you I lift to heaven's sphere.. Protection, Love and Joy with Peace.
I pray for Freedom and Release from any chain that holds you down. I ask Abundance and for Blessing. For wholesome Friendship and Anti-stressing. For Health. For Healing. For Head. For Heart. May all these - a prayer Tsunami start.. of knowing you are known, with love. Not just on Earth but high above.
So here it is, to start this day.
I hope you'll hear these words I say:
A fulsome prayer sent your direction.
From distant friend who holds affection.
Jinjagoliath
May 2023
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