EPSTEIN PRISON GUARD
CONGRESS DEPOSITION CARD
DONALD TRUMP IS JARRED
As a Kenya-born child
when it comes to mankind
happily for me
I arrived colour-blind
never force-fed beliefs
prejudice discrimination
nor pre-conceived ideas
am not above my station
yet my internal radar is set for idiots
and always on the lookout
to avoid their ignorance rudeness arrogance
as there's a lot of them about
and altho' we know 'love is all you need'
their taste for violence goes unsated
and the insanity of man's inhumanity to man
continues unabated
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Doubts are always hiding/
Inside each of us/
Life is hard/
We will never be rid of it/
Lurking in the back of the mind/
In dormant mode/
Only to be shot forth/
Like a bullet/
To keep assaulting one's mind/
It's hard not to doubt/
With the world we live in/
More people getting more shady/
Everybody leading us to trust issues/
I hate doubting someone/
I guess it's built into us/
For a reason/
Like a type of radar/
For doubts alone/
When I hear your voice in my deep asleep
I say ," I am not sleeping in front of your millions eyes ,
my radar that see many things
which are happening in the world
while laying on a sofa in seventh seal prayer house."
You are Greater than all worldly and heavenly greatest
You are so good in my life daily,
Oh! dear Lord.
I glorify You for spiritual and physical blessings
Which multiply day by day.
July 9th 2023
Mediocracy
Along the simple path we plod
Bureaucracy
With a maze of obstacles to trod
Autocracy
Also trying to dodge the hit squads
Theocracy
Steering clear, of banned lesser gods
Plutocracy
Ride on through, wielding big fat wads
Democracy
A minefield of all above, behind the facade
04/12/23
Radar
Na vida ou nos negócios
tenha esperança e fé,
juntos, esperança e fé
é como um radar que
vê através do nevoeiro
— a realidade das coisas.
Mesmo
no centro de um furacão
não há lugar mais seguro
do que no centro
da esperança e da fé
de fazer,
mais e mais.
Santa snoring loud
with Doppler radar tracking
Christmas is coming
Contest: Hi-KU (3)
Sponsored By: Brian Strand
Date Created: 12/21/2020
Beneath the dark blue veil
Of a moonless midnight
Under the radar
Without a bleep
A camouflaged whisper
Mystifies and mortifies
In a most roundabout
Conniving way
A shiver shudders
A murderous mystery
Not leaving a hint or clue
AP: 2nd place 2020
I like to keep a low profile and a lowlife profile.
rolling glass shimmers
calm sea in a morning’s light
holds more hidden tombs
At a spot of roadside, shaded
A predator on the prowl
Concealed itself and waited
for prey to run afoul…
Then, madly, with a dash,
It shot out from the thicket;
Nabbed one prey, in a *flash*
And slapped it with a ticket.
Men have radar when it comes to pretty ladies
It keeps on keeping on, though still in our eighties
Thought by now
Be grazing with cows
Like a hard-charging bull, I snort and roar daily
How come birds never run into things
Are they born with radar under their wings
Humans should take note
Strap a radar gun under our coat
Instead of ending up with our head in a sling
beneath the wind that blows the schemes &
the mundane reality of which most breathe,
there lies a place just below the radar---
here one makes decisions for themselves
as a representative of one in a disposable world
as a witness to all & yet undocumented
as having spent one moment on this planet
rotting away with the rest---
a ride out into the desert, a walk into the woods,
a jaunt down the dark side street, time spent in an
abandoned dwelling, away from phones,
away from cameras, away from conversations that
doodle about celebrities & consumption-minded popular culture---
here is where the grit is found, where a modicum of justice
can be lived throughout the day,
by way of a process of freedom that is constantly being worked on &
constantly being set forth amidst a zillion motives to end it---
answering to no one but the survival instinct &
rumbling through the changes in seasons,
individuals who dare to, know the rewards that can be reaped,
for they bear no price & they bear no possibility of sale---
this unique change is orchestrated from within.
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