Galvanizing, never scrutinized; each moment falsely tabulated;
Slanted, polarized polls, punishing spiteful pundits
Spouting, spinning lies in frantic unison squawking
Ridiculous versions of fear mongering tales,
Meant to frighten, meant to hurt,
Meant to clutch and pulverize power.
It takes only a calm, rational thinking moment
To see through the maze of their foggy logic.
Nothing they say is fact checked or based in truth.
Spinning frantic webs to catch the unwary
To call forth violence with rage filled rants,
They push disturbing diatribes, provoking mayhem..
Drumming up revolt among the weak-minded minions ,
They still cannot cloak their hurtful and murderous intent.
President Trump has called them out, laughing in their faces.
Finally unmasked and stripped of disguises
There is nowhere to run, no more hiding places.
We see you. We stare at the darkness behind your malicious eyes.
Your fake news fiction will never again deceive us with your lies.
If I were a Victorian naturalist
I would have pinned bugs
in their boxed cabinets
and tabulated them all,
because where I place favored items
they must belong there in perpetuity.
I once dreamt that The Goddess of Mercy
had found a place for me
in the temple of Her glowing heart.
However, I fidgeted much,
shuffling from the right side to the left
trying out the snug-ability
of this place and that.
Compassionately,
Guanyin pinned me down at last
among all those that belonged to Her
in perpetuity.
I dreamt upon
a blessed night
that suddenly
the world went
right
man turned from darkness
back toward Light –
I dreamt upon a blessed night
that evil had finally been
defeated – the Devil, sorely
retreated
for man had rejected darkness
in favor of Light –
and all of God's angels, rejoicing
reached down into the earth-grave
plucking from ashen depth all
those long deceived slave
as men, covered in soot
were lovingly lifted back into
heaven's healing, cleansing embrace:
At last!~ having turned from The Fallen
Prince's Snake-charmer Face –
for man had chosen Light
over Serpent-damnation...
Then, my bedside alarm went
off! – rudely awakening me from my
pleasantly dreamy-soft: “Life,”
the Buzzy said; “is not always
fair, yet bad reality often a survivable
Night-mare; close one eye, to let the
other see only what's fair – Maybe
next election, enough will try
good defection...and instead of
just an outright steal, votes tabulated
will be only those real....
Blow the Trump card!
Supreme court jestures
wanna mask
a pale blew,
Machiavellian facade
Poker hot as
an ire red ballot bluff firewall:
Algonquin blue
urn cry
is an ash white buffalo lip stall
Retaining power is the be all,
black robe rigged wishes
for a tabulated election recall
Blow the exhaust horn exit loud!
Voter vent dissipate
that carbon
monoxide,
toxic vapor cloud
Come a new Inaugural morn,
electoral clear sky
by dawn
Blow the mourn Trump card!
Elephantine exhalation whine
blare pachyderm grumble discard
Hear the bellow ballast blast
exit stage alt right hard
A fiery cast populi,
skyscraper cry
BYEDON
will echo proud at last
A win deed breeze
be storm force uttering: “You’re Fired!”
As the BYEDON reign
sweeps away the midnight raze
of a dark, cloudy horizon
Pray tell it leaves no
misty mourning pardon
Anger always ask against antidote
Billowing blusters break, blindly break
Callous conversations cannot connote
Diligent discourses dilated dispeak
Emeralds emitting energy enthused
Forces fabled fragility fusing
Gravity's greed governless galloping
Homeward, haunted hillsides horrid hues.
Infernal interest in imaginary incidents
Juxtapose jeopardies jostling jeers
Kindred kisses keeping kind Kents
Loving leisures listening long leers
Memories mean mastering messages
Nimble neanderthals nested near Nice
Only orphans oscillated offerings outrages
Pious people pretending pale pumice
Quit questing quarrels, quit quanderies
Rest restores resolutions restive right
Sad soldiers slumber seeking safe-less securities
Tenderly tasking tabulated themes trite
Use, utter untold unctions unto us
Vain victims varnished, vintaged virility
We wander weeping while winds wondrous
X-ray xylophonic ????
Yesterday yearns yielding Yeate's yen
Zeus' zestful ???? zen
Too many thoughts tabulated by one soul
Repairing broken hearts like clockwork
Working the night like the day was a gift
Sunshine wandering off into distant deserts
Could I be right?
Could I be wrong?
Unsettled and uncomfortable
Relaxing into life
Falling gently into imagination
Taken away to future places
Future lives
Future loves
Excitement takes over the unsettled thoughts
Aspiring to be better
To be complete
Not fixing
Nothing is broken
Piecing together a lost hope
Sliding the puzzle into place
Slowly but surely
The sun will not distant
The sun will wake like I with a smile
Broken hearts will become the past
Thoughts wont be tabulated
Thoughts will be embraced
The day and night
Everything in between
Fulfilled
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