Petroleum Poems

POVERTY AMIDST WEALTH

In Africa's heart, a giant lies,
Nigeria, blessed with riches that surprise,
Petroleum, gold, and califonium's might,
Lead, iron, bitumen, and limestone's sight.

But amidst this wealth, a paradox we find,
Lovely people suffer, while leaders' greed entwines,
Abject penury, a constant, gnawing fate,
While politicians milk public funds, an unborn generation's weight.

Foolishness, indeed, to hoard and not to share,
As children, women, men, and youth die, with no one to care,
In stampedes, they scramble for crumbs from philanthropists' hands,
A nation's shame, in every corner, where food is shared, they stand.

Who will rescue us from predators, who prey and exploit?
From leaders, who, with impunity, our future destroy and loot?
Of late, tens of children and women died, in a desperate bid to eat,
Their cries, a haunting echo, that our conscience cannot beat.

Women wake, with hopelessness, their children's future unsure,
Are our youth lazy? Our men idle? No, their daily toil, a story untold,
Their income, a meager sum, that cannot meet their demands,
A giant of Africa? Ah, what a mockery, what a sham, what a stand!

Arson not Ruled out

Arson not ruled out as Emco chemicals are being tossed all over the north Chicago cab company on Sheridan road where the contents of the tailor shop was being stored remembering Tony Boloney Anton Goracia North Chicago cab driver the many days nights spent after the arson murder of 8 wow 1984 Christmas Eve history repeating itself march 1998 fire blazes to cover the tailor shop contents amazing how to get away with arson murder of 9 use emco chemicals petroleum camphor the blazer and there you have do you sew the fbi questions what do you know about arson murders payoffs bribes during elections choose your fire chief watch the fires ignite and keep your mouth shut for 40 years eyes wide shut pay corruption I wore wires pregnant for the Fbi this covered up arson murder of 9 persons today I am blessed I survived the car bomb meant to silence me while they try and rule out arson again

War and peace

Can we not fear that nowadays the world is somehow 
    too an Internet room for us  to search and find news and to 
  interconnect with one another  so much such that 
    anything  stir especially slur or slack?. 
  More to that the narrow or morrow or swift nature of the 
   roads and some of the ways for instance?, shape  like 
  mirror like petroleum jelly like picture like stone or like a 
   sort of jewel. 
   We know that war has made history but is it not 
   something that is testing human's ability to control and 
    solve?. 
   Yes, what is the damning sense of the mundane now
 , silence or pretence?.

Condensation

A blossom has become laughter has become a smile 
    has become a petroleum has become a campaign 
   has become sometimes a kind of fascination?. 
  I weep why should the peaceful world bubbliiiiiiiiig?.

Condensation

A blossom has become laughter has become a smile 
    has become a petroleum has become a campaign 
   has become sometimes a kind of fascination?. 
  I weep why should the peaceful world bubbliiiiiiiiig?.

Sea dump

Bone ash hills
The new kills 
Surfer fills the fishes gills
Helpless creatures of the septic sea 
Is this the way you were meant to be 
Chemical foam waves 
Petroleum roam beaches 
When will we learn the lesson it teaches

- Keep It Wild And Cold -

                The cold winter suffocates the world with its icy breath
             dark petroleum horizon, trembling bodies - chattering teeth
           Sparkling snow crystals have yielded silver, nothing was spared

Take a Moment For Magic

I am not too keen on witches,
But I would love their broom
When I'm feeling downhearted
Up in the sky, I'd Zoom
The speed would excite me
With the wind blowing in my hair
The magic of the broomstick
Would erase all care
A broomstick has no gears
Engine, steering wheel, or wheels
It can Zoom anywhere
Over dales and hills
It needs no maintenance,
Petroleum of any kind
It is independent
It has no worries on its mind
You would think it was uncomfortable
Perched up high, flying on a stick
I would sit side saddle
Like a witch, MAGIC!
I wish you all happiness,
And a feeling of contentment inside
When you get downhearted
Take a witch's broomstick for a ride.

The Unprecedented Factual of Executive Orders

How could our god given rights
be taken away by man,
when he never had 
any power to do such act.

Involuntary actions goes
against moral laws,
which nobody can escape
it's wrath.

All executive orders that have been
emanated by the president, it
contravenes against moral laws
and our free-will.
These orders are intentionally,
to strip us away from our rights,
which was given to us by God.

Executive orders 10990, 10995,
10997, 11000, 11001, 11003,
11004, 11005, 11049, 11051,
11310, and 11921
gives an unprecedented
level of power to the President
and the federal government
to take over all
fundamental parts of our
economy,
health,
transportation,
air craft,
farming,
electrical power,
fuel,
highways,
education,
mineral,
petroleum,
and so forth on.

This is what established the government
and put itself above the law.
The democracy
became a communist,
socialist, capitalist, and
fascist deliberately.

Each executive order brings
ramifications and effect
to our nation and us,
due to our own ignorance.
We must become unified
as a whole and destroy the
enemies before they
destroy it allies.

Signs of a Growing Silence

They are testing the sirens
the ones that warn of tornados and such.
No sirens wailed
when the industrial unit blew up
in a ball of fire. Too sudden,
you can here that wind-train coming
but a loose spark in a petroleum tank
should convince us
that we rarely hear death
until the bodies catch fire.

I's going to be a fresh sunny day
but later
strong winds from the north
might take some breaths away
and never return them.

Suddenly out of a clear sky
we hear the screech of ghost trains.
the local theme park has had
an accidental mishap,
some kids are heroically saved
some go missing
carried away by a north wind
that has yet to arrive.

Fuel

I have been technically dead 
and technically alive.
Escape clause, minor glitch
in my truth-machine,
but a kind of life does occasionally permeate
my real life.

I like the click and clunk of a well-made 
flint ignition petroleum lighter.
‘Zippo’ light warms hands in a cold woods.
Sometimes I am the flint
sometimes the light - we all are I guess.

Before I was dead or alive
I recall signing a contract,
a ‘life’s purpose’ document
which I instantly forgot.
I still search Mind for reasons
still don’t know squat…..

but wait, I got here,
(arms akimbo, wagging my chin),
soon I’ll be leaving on a ghost train
and I’m gonna be upset,

because my much used ‘Zippo’ collection
is probably worthless.

Catbird Seat

The highway overpass vibrates.
as traffic and wind careen through.
A good view. Suicide starts to sing;
a wind-dervish rattling aluminum wings.
On the branches of peripheral nerves,
small birds stretch plasma necks,
warble high in the catbird seat
of her wall-eyed mind.
An ugly stream of cacophony,
a vapor of petroleum and rubber
bursting into bombinate blooms
that scour her skin.
She breathes it all in,
watching from a crows-nest
that sways leagues above her head.
A rocking-chair of vertigo tips over,
faraway toes curl a flaking concrete.
Her blood singing of endless roads
and this last dead end
at the edge of hope.

A Foot Care Jingle

If you want your feet to feel soft, and not too smelly --
May I recommend "baby fragrance" petroleum jelly :-)

Patterns In Life

Go through chores as, like a machine
the sunrise, sundown, the rains, and snow
the countryside pass by a train window
but can't drink the green valley to the lees
along the mountain slope the mist rises
swept clean by a light stream from among clouds
sea waves thrash the shore and back they go
the glacial river water flows down to the plains
poke the ecology to melt ice at the source
fertile lands begin to wear desert signages
channel energy to mine minerals and wring out oil
combust petroleum to run trucks and automobiles
disease and pandemic checkmate growth
damage life, in the gambit to make it hunky-dory.

Proud Boy, Indeed

I was alone
in here I found a crowd
I was scared
in here there was courage, strength they said
Strengths to harm and kick and maim and kill
Drown the world in petroleum soaked rage
Napalmistry is a real study
I, a vigilant student
I follow orders because alternatives are worse hells
drink deep. Drink true from 'god's' well
Drink fast! We have a story tell.
Match in tikis 
how big were we?
Big guns equals big hearts, do you feel me?
Call you foul but your soul is white
Snow-blinded and numbed to remember the crash
Shhhhh I am too hungry load my bullet sash
Suited up for dinner just to dine on trash
Happily, orgasmically, hypocritically share like-minded high-fives
What fast times in this Ridgemont high
O what a time to be alive
To kill what I profaned, abused and stole
Goya's last six in dirty milk bottles
Down the hatch ideological Propofol
Diprivan-infused day-meres sending
Misquoted whispers bent out shape
That glorify the fear in my heart of things unknown
Fear fear fear
Hurt hurt hurt
Kill kill kill
I am afraid now.
I am scared
Please. Help!
I don't know how I got here
But I know
I am scared.

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