My name is Kadafi.
King of thieves and lord of tyrants. .
I was born to rule and rut
Any attempt to topple my agbada will face red card,
In fact i shall eat such culprit alive as in the days of Idi Ami.
Tell those reptiles that we are not in Tuniz or
Pyramid were reptiles revolutions prevailed.
See i have stubbornness flowing in my veins.
In this colony, i shall paint tripoly with blood,
Build misrata with human skulls,
I shall empower your babies with ak47 as their toys,
I shall feed your men with dynamites.
I shall legalize rape,
And i dare the International Cult of Mummu to call me for trial.
That’s the spirit of the africanus !
Although the vultures’ air strikes are causing brouhaha and
Comatose in my kingdom,howbeit,
Succumbing to church crusades is not in my blood even
If Lucifer was to do the preaching.
I was told my relative Osami was killed in pakinsha,
And that Gbogbo of kudivore was shown the way out,
But for me such approach won’t work because i am invincible…
AWOH KINGSLEY WORLD
Give me Liberty or give me death
Patrick Henry said once out of breath
He is my ancestor on the family tree
I live in America, land of the free.
I taste his words on my lips
Love to have sailed on his ships
He spoke from his heart lovingly
I live in America, land of the free.
With my connection to his soul
I wonder how it affects my world
Do i get my strength from he?
I live in America, land of the free
I Slept with a Female Mosquito – part IV
I have gone gnats!
My residual blood is boiling and bubbling
Whole frame sweltering and shuddering
Discolored rage – lend me some wrath
Should I or should I not,
Read her the riot act?
Does she know me any well –
A P.S now; been senator
Been governor, been chief, been prompt
In every cabinet
A minister here, a commissioner there
A chairman here, a spokesman there
A director here, Acting vice president
Do you know the cost of my person?
To accost fester and feast!
Madam Ambassador, speak for your people
The swarm is listening, whiz
That’s the envoy’s mark, man
Unswerving agenda, schemata
Trade, communiqué, summit, matrimony, prospects
Bilateral rep, the diplomatic proxy
Speak for them, gnat
State your mission, miss.
When they told me it was a fringe
I told them scuttling the common man
This country is about to binge
The tea party is a revolution
Opportunistic like a parasite, O do not get me wrong
For I am a lover of nature
And believe it is the right of every creature
To have its existence. I just miss the song
That the wasp never sings
And guard against the venom when it stings.
They're splashed across the tube again
To me they're nothing but a pain!
Promising me great health care
And luxuries beyond compare
An end to crime and unemployment
Massive wealth and much enjoyment
Republican or Democrat
They all just make their wallets fat!
I don't believe a word they say
They're all con artists anyway!
I’ve been watching political commercials,
Though they don’t tell me for whom I should vote;
They just say why I shouldn’t vote for the other candidate,
Of these I am taking close note.
I shouldn’t vote for this one who is a liar and that one who is too greedy;
This one hasn’t done anything good and that one steals from the needy.
This one wants to raise taxes; that one is morally corrupt;
This one the president bashes; that one is a bit too abrupt.
If someone doesn’t tell me and tell me precise,
Why exactly I should vote for them;
I am going to do what I’ve done more than twice -
Put Mickey Mouse down as a write in.
The crescent moon overlooks
The pink taffy sky as it melds
With the grey mist that rises
From the creeks and gently rolling hills
I read a long time ago
To avoid criticism one should
Say nothing, do nothing, be nothing
But even in doing that one gets criticised
Many politicians say a lot
Buttering everyones' toast
But when it comes down
To doing anything worthwhile
They are like a phantom, ghost, or apparition
That disappears at first light or close observation
They have to hide in shadows
So that their half-truths, lies, straddling of the fence is not found out
So how can we learn from this
What can we do with our lives
What can we be, say, write
If we say, be, write then can we
Follow through with action
Moon is getting fainter just a bare
Silver almost hair
Against the very gray-blue sky that mixed
With the mist of the earth two have combined
Seemingly forming one body
Duty has called me from the carefree moments
That exist out on the porch as the roosters begin
Their crowing, the crickets have quietened,
And the birds have begun their morning chirping
And life calls me away to do the responsibilities of day
I have watched in fascination...
Witnessed errors in their ways...
I’ve even written poems bout
The endless games they plays.
I’m talking strictly politics
As politicians come and go,
What their motives and their metal
Represent to men like Joe...
Joe the plumber he’s the guy
His names even in the news...
One minute he’s a hero
Then he’s critically abused.
I can’t believe the pundits
Cause they lie to me each day...
They want me to pick a side...
But they don’t want me to play.
It’s tough to want to follow...
Someone who’s weaving like drunk...
From side to side on point by point,
Their indecision it’s pure junk.
They fear their own opinions,
But they don’t consider mine.
Their fear it manifests itself,
By how oft they change their minds...
One minute they’re all for it,
Then we read between the lines...
Their words were taken out of context,
Now we know they’ve got no spines.
They’ve lied so well and for so long...
And They've the benefit of doubt,
It’s time we as Americans...
Just throw all of the bums out.
Duane A. Jones
Copyright 2010
Address the nation,
swear, vow.
Hand on the Bible,
a king now.
The microphone booms,
"let freedom ring."
The men solute,
the trumpets sing.
Once upon a time,
a nation falls.
A child without hope,
a girl without a doll.
Nothing left
for America to hold.
Broken vows
a thousand years old.
Promises spoken
from the mouth of hope,
empty or not,
only God will know.
He speaks of change,
of good to come.
To these promises,
we've all grown numb.
We've heard it before,
save your breathe.
How do we know
these changes aren't death?
(P.S.
I wrote this in my science class while watching his inauguration. This was me watching
everyone so excited about the changes he had promised and remembered how the others had
offered the same. This was me wondering if his word would hold true and if did indeed,
would it be a change for the better.)
I'm back
with an attack
on mankind
a civil act
an act of kindness
a greeting
or cheating
on death itself
my heart- stoped beating
for ever in seeing
I can't break in
I won't break out
got nothing to live for
but nothing to doubt
life itself took a piss on me
individuality
nothing now
can take me down
'cause I'm on the bottom
of this living drought
If there is anything- I can explain
is I will never back down
and come out of my sane
so break me down- break me out
you can't win over me
ONLY BEAT ME DOWN!
They say that I can’t ………………………….….….……… but who can?
They say that they are the best…………….….….…….but they ain’t man!
They are on the level of basic …………….………..…. I just can’t take it!
They say I ain’t right……….…….…….....to hell with it I ain’t gone fight.
They have all of the answers…………….….….…..but they haven’t a clue.
They show and tell me what they want…………...……..…It’s so obvious.
They say that I can’t ……………….………...because my face is caramel.
They sneer up at me………………...….….…as if I have a skunk’s smell.
They say that I can’t……. I’m yelling at you…….……....I didn’t stutter.
They say that I can’t……. but I’m letting you know..… …...I’m qualified.
They give me the blues…..I feel more intense than the color of their eyes.
They say that I can’t ….….……..….but I wonder who will win the prize.
They’ll then say that we thought she couldn’t do it. ….it was not in our will,
But the fact that she did gives us ….….……..….……. an unbelievable thrill.
People make such a big deal about a flag,
A rag;
nothing more, nothing less.
You'd think it were a country,
You'd think they built my house;
between the stripes, not the stars.
You'd think I ate the red and bled the blue.
But my house is not a flag,
my air is not a flag,
my soil is not a flag,
my water is not a flag,
the flag won't love me when I'm sad,
the flag won't feed me in the cold;
you say me bold, but I don't care.
Life isn't a flag, salute the air.
Salute thy neighbor, go outside.
Tell your neighbor: " Your my flag.
I salute you, I defend you,
to make sure that you don't starve."
I don't need a colored rag,
It's not my country, it's just a flag.
You stopped me on my way to the well,
said you had something to me to tell.
Something new so I listened to you
Until your words started to ring untrue.
You spoke of those anti- and non- folds
god, even before Colbert those arguments were old.
I came to see it your way
that of course the weightier hold sway
Can it change? I wondered I thought
But of course by then you had been bought.
Small me could see
the world shrinking to make more size for thee.
I live in the city, illegal they are,
4 chickens, laying eggs, for me
Bock Bock,
She is red and the top chicken,
she loves for me to tickle her
under her wings, the chills and shakes,
She is brave and asks me for love,
Moo Moo
She is red, and next in line,
just copies Bock Bock, envies,
following her to find out how to be,
Jeep Jeep
She is white, third in line,
asks for me to love her,
when the reds arent around,
cant decide if she is red or white,
Meep Meep
She never asks for love,
but i hear her longing,
She is a loner, never following
the most motherly, wanting chics,
She likes cooked garlic, isnt that wierd,
she watches the cats and alarms the rest,
loves to scratch deep and get dirty,
If i could give her a paintbrush she would be the artist,
They say chickens are competitive, and prideful
hence the term: pecking orders,
i have found with enough love, and space,
this is untrue, no fighting, no competition,
Just different, huddling together on cold nights,
chasing each other for fun, sharing the treats i toss,
I think humans are not much different.
Evil shadows us in dark clouds.
Silence can often seem so loud.
They say, "When it rains it pours."
Hatred so intense feeding this spiritual war.
Death places shackles on us to become human slaves.
Cemeteries constantly filling up graves.
Nightmares cause me to toss and turn in my bed.
You can not save the spiritually dead.
Evil feeds off this worlds insanity and poverty.
The pain remains religiously.
Such a horrible place we live in.
Spending taxes on wars we can't win.
I can hear the screams in the night from fighting men.
Why does this country make other's problems our own?
When it only brings disappointments and turmoil into our home.
All we see is the result of blood shed.
Our government is spiritually dead.
Evil has a smiling face with racist eyes.
Words that leave a bitter taste, and those living a lie.
You claim you're my friend, but I see the devil in your grin.
The malice has been in the hearts of men since time began.
Darkness eats away at my soul like the plague,
Stops my heart, corrupts the thoughts in my head,
Leaving me spiritually dead.
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