There is no justice, in Ireland under such
Officials as this.' Mountjoy incarceraction no injustice is hid.' Trans-human machinery
Is the purveyor and rule.' Wielded
By such morons.' The emphasis weighted, cruel..A souless pervasion, rabid yet drear, just; un-just.' This
Is the face, of an authority, that appears the rear..End of all un-reason we observe; in round disgust. At its fecal dis-charges, I protest I must!
Its Labelled lawfull, though yet so awfull '
This proclaims of all insanity.' Nonsense is
Prevelant, the faith is gone; from this system now, that is truly bust.'
The outrage spills
sews evil seeds
reaps injustice
as innocence bleeds.
Misguided few
opinions flawed
fallacious minds
spurred by fraud.
Seek what's true
for better aim
this acting out
shall bring you shame!!
Violent destructive acts upon the property of others, (Tesla) for whatever reason, cannot be justified, you are a criminal and you should be severely punished!!
Painting on the easel,
The things we do apparently aren’t right.
The taste of bitter sweetness and the smell of diesel,
They say my last name sounds mediaeval,
Well,
Alright.
I see the world through the goggles of a pessimist,
We might be feeble.
The winds whirled and caught my kite,
Release my grip and forgo retrieval.
What’s mine isn’t mine by right,
It’s just how we see it through,
I’m talking about life.
About my life,
The pain we’re free to view as truly painful.
Poetry and that feeling to write,
Writing truly shouldn’t feel this shameful.
A dutiful soldier who finds poetry too graceful,
A stoic paladin whose words ride alongside my brother,
The Sky.
An angelic family tie.
My brothers laugh travels on by,
A Paladin’s poetry needn’t make you cry.
To show that you care
When on your chin is fur,
Because..."All men are the same."
For, those who care will have their hearts damaged and eyes,
filled with bloodlike tears.
And once you're seen crying,
Or "whimpering", then you're a weakling.
Yet, men are supposed to be Strong.
Because, "All men are the same", right?
So, play along and tell tales
Of how strong you are
And how long in the dark you can dwell,
Fear, being the last thing you can even smell.
Now it is shameful,
To appear soft and loving
When others are rough and tough
If the blanket goes off, no need for tugging,
For you will give us another reason to laugh
Because, "All men are strong!"
For, soft and loving are qualities not suitable
For a player who knows how the ball rolls.
You can't be a man, yet not a player
That's just a wish, you're a terrible liar.
And besides, "All men are the same", right?
Being so awfully insecure
among confident people
seems ridiculous and brittle;
I'm very humble by nature,
it will not take me anywhere:
I'll end up gathering crumbs!
I'm too stubborn, still refusing to pay
for these silly and shameful faults;
I would cry out loud to feel anger,
not sit at a corner counting doubts!
I should blame you instead, dear:
because I'm getting hit hard by reality!
I won't cry on your shoulder, just be forgiving
when I seek some empathy, it's too humiliating;
if a man cries is because is a liar when he swears:
he'd rather carry inside silly and shameful faults!
Admit that you've been constantly cheating,
sneaking out at night while I was sleeping;
you dropped a sleeping pill in my Martini,
snuck out and flagged down a yellow taxi!
These silly and shameful faults
have given me sleepless nights;
don't kiss me to cover up the ugly truth:
it's a parody not as sweet as Baby Ruth!
behind those closed doors
you adore every part of me,
from the icy mountain peaks to the summer shores!
but,you never touch me..
You don't even look at me
when everyone can see...
you like my light
when it's not too bright.
you like my smile
when i don't laugh too loud.
You don't want your reputation to fall to the ground
So in private your love is bold and bright,
but in public...my name is never even spoken
because you do love me,but only when im hidden
Nonsense feeders, just useless
Impeders, slow and lazy in a walk
To cake, sluggish decievers wasting
Space; even though theres plenty of
It they still waste it we're sure of it
Coulden't they be in canary yellow?
So all could avoid the stupid fellows.'
Have they got familiy? Who'd own
These bums, david hurly might be one?
He's quite the lyre-bird we've heard.'
In thrall to the who-lers mark my words!
Sack the lot.' Kick them out.' Carping
Skiters, that have no clout.'
When a bad neighbour
Sees love on your back and chest
Shame covers her "him"
June 23 / 2023
The lord is my shepherd, why should I stumble?
In the midst of tribulation, He holds my hands
He Protects me from my greatest adversary
Fights my battle in times of war
And feeds me whenever hunger strikes
Never have I ever lacked,
For he always has provided
In my shivering and pain,
He heals me
Never has he ever forsaken me,
Though my ungrateful self does
He gifted my mouth with songs and graced my hand with poetry.
What a gift I didn’t deserve
Can’t count the number of time death was deserved
Instead, he showed me grace
He calls me his, Though I don’t feel worthy
Yet by my side in my greatest falls, He Remains
What a loving God I call my own,
though his love is not deserved by me
from zombified fanatics
to crazed shameful
there is an imbecile country
From an idiotic dream
Sheer stupidity,
human neglect...
Wash car on the sidewalk
and with water hose,
a complete waste... !
I'm completely well acceptedi
and seen and well expressed
when for the world i dress
but being an obnoxiously stress
when in public nude, i'm not expected
Fit and faulty
Bitter and salty
Disguising and disgusting
Stingy and wingy
Doubtful and disputed
Shameful role of Police.
Q.IG Inam ghani g, If no one can be above the law and constitution
then why your actions are opposite of your claims?
Note.You are what you do, not what you say you will do.
Couplet,
ilm hazaar kitaban parhyan Tay digriyan chaki phiran hazaar,
Banday qanoon sab toor sutan ay aap apni Sarkar.
Joseph as a man of principle
thought Mary to be pregnant a scandal.
“Fear not!” said the angel,
“It will not be shameful
for the Spirit has conceived Emmanuel.”
Matthew 1.18-23
Self abuse
Humble, obtuse
Afraid to be me
Mad and angry
Easily hurt
Frantic, alert
Under a spell
Living in Hell
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