By the method of non-method
The effortless, spontaneous arising
Lightning strikes
Revealing what has always been
Beyond cause and condition
Simply this, vast open space
Of primordial awareness
(9/9/26)
one strike of the match
sets the bonfire ablaze and
almost the backyard!
A daring strike, a bold move
not without considerable risk
Taking out the vile Ayatollah Khomeini
and half his henchmen in broad daylight
Not one American life lost --
100% success
GONE! the lynchpins of earth’s most evil regime
since Adolf Hitler’s Third Reich
Take heart, lovers of freedom
opponents of totalitarianism
at this mighty blow
to fanatical religious nihilism
The digits on strike marching by,
"Irrational!", managers sigh.
"We won't be rounded!",
Digits expounded,
"We just want a piece of the pi!"
Negate the real suffering..Don't go to wars
Just stand together, and shut a few doors
Be ladies and gentlemen, time to show the
Blood lusting elites.? We are versatile and
Erstwhile..And we can think on our feet
Shake their foundations, while making a brew.' It can be ha,ha to their antic's let them panic..Take hold of your future thats
What you'll do.'
Bravo La France..I trust this is so ? It will
Wake a nation maybe a world.?
And much better than war, may now reason take hold '
The pictures we see are alarming
American soldiers in masks
Attacking and beating the People
doing all that Trump orders and asks
Every person ignoring the violence
who believes they are safe and secure
Will regret that they all shrugged their shoulders
just because their own freedom was sure
When their neighbors begin disappearing
they no longer see some of their friends
When the chaos arrives at their doorstep
and the safety they felt quickly ends
It will then be too late for a protest
all the lies will have taken a toll
And the coup that the Trumper is leading
will be in its last stage of control
It will never be won without conflict
opposition is always the key
It arrives when the people join forces
because freedom is never for free
It is time to turn off all the faucets
call for strikes, stop the money machine
Because all that they want are your taxes
all that they crave is the green
We, the People, have all of the power
everyone holds a purse in their hand
And if we call for strikes, and stop working
we will rule on this sweet freedom land
On Strike On The Dock
I didn’t have time today.
I was shopping very late.
People went on Strike.
Run for your lives.
Let's raid the grocery stores.
They bought up all of the toilet paper.
Let’s just panic.
Wemight run out of ass wipes.
O’ my.
Just trying to survive.
Raid the dollar store.
At gunpoint, that's my toilet paper roll.
This is madness.
How long will this last?
Everyone needs to chill out.
I guess we ran out of paper towels too
Rarely has notoriety been more enjoyed
than by the newly discovered asteroid.
Our friend, 2024 YR4
has come knocking at our door.
So, scientists trained a telescope
and sadly had to give up hope -
painted on that rock in words that seemed to shout -
"one strike and you're out".
Strike Up the Ban
Who’s banning Gone with the Wind
Are they banning Huckleberry Finn
The Diary of Ann Frank might offend
Some German who wasn’t born back then
With limited capacity
I write to you.
Poems, letters and say
whatever feels true.
With limited capacity
I face the God like world,
raise my flag and with limited strength
I do go to war.
With limited capacity
I accept or deny.
With limited capacity
I had to come and I will bid goodbye.
Our stories,
they never becomes invaluable,
we just follow the other's
with our ignorable sadness and sighs.
With limited capacity
although it is cruel, it is a rule. Why ?
That we never get to know,
and the fact that will strike
eternally like an arrow,
you and I shall have nothing
to remember us by.
(07 December 2024)
Just before Christmas, the elves went on strike.
Santa told them to go take a hike.
But after exchanges,
the elves all got raises...
and a fleet of shiny new mini-bikes.
Worried for the day
I sit at the table, too nervous to say
I must write a fable
With my pens in array
I look for my ladle
My hunger I must slay
My thoughts in disarray
Worried my hunger could be fatal
I forget my paper, in my bed I lay
My stomach tied knots
If I was understood i’d earn my spot
For now they look at me like an empty lot
What can we expect from a government denying God's plan
that which speaks in parseltongue the language of snakes
this which is a skill that converses through black magic
Pretending to care it focuses on taboo subject matter
how blind has become the darkness surrounding these souls
They start shedding when the light illuminates their heart's desire
working tirelessly bending the will of many to comply and submit
Let's thread the needle and pinpoint the words
fear where the fruits of this deception grows
without roots rotten apples trying to spread an agenda removing choice
there is only one Law I obey these days and it sure as hell is not man made
When you spit
into the face
of destiny
— eternity watches
(Dreamsleep: July, 2024)
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