They Poems

And Sitting Down, They Watched Him There

"And Sitting Down, They Watched Him There"

And sitting down, they watched Him—
The Son of God upon the tree,
A rugged cross not carved for Him,
But meant for someone just like me.
They gazed and stared, but never knew
The weight He bore, the love so true.

That cross was mine by every right,
Yet in His mercy, love took flight.
He

they seem tuh go tuhgether

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                            thuh artist i've been
                       

They Say

They say who lives, or dies
and what is the truth or lies.
That is what you voted for
they say, so don’t be sore
when, one day, you can’t drink beer
and you’re in jail for being dear
all your friends are scared to speak
because, they say, you are a freak.
And all you did was post on X
not even something,

They Know Not What They Do

[Verse]
I saw him there, sun in his hair
Bloody crown upon his head
I felt each pound… each hammer sound
For I was nailed to the same wooden death bed
I knew at once this was God's son
That he was innocent of all wicked deeds
Compared to him I was deep in sin
A thief deserving of all they do to

''Maybe they want a dictator''-Trump

Johnny get ya' gun
Red-Coats in D.C. - NO VOTES
BLEED FOR LIBERTY




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Notes:


IN THE UNITED STATES DISTRICT COURT 

FOR THE DISTRICT OF COLUMBIA 


UNITED STATES OF AMERICA CRIMINAL NO. 


v. GRAND JURY ORIGINAL 


DONALD J. TRUMP, VIOLATIONS: 


Defendant. Count 1: 18 U.S.C. § 371 (Conspiracy to Defraud the United States) 


Count 2: 18 U.S.C. § 1512(k) (Conspiracy to Obstruct an Official Proceeding) 


Count 3:

Maybe they want a dictator - Trump

Johnny get your gun
Red-Coats in D.C. - NO VOTES
BLEED FOR LIBERTY

They Know Us Best By Our Behavior

We think our thoughts may be relevant.
We share them by speaking to others.
We expose them to others through poetry,
But they’re known to others best through our behavior.

They Can't Erase Us All

I see a newly-painted crosswalk
covered in color-arranged chalk
to mimic the aura of what it once was:
a rainbow crosswalk
leading to the very building
where 49 souls
left bodies behind
dripping blood on the dance floor.
victims of hate-driven gun violence
no reasonable resolutions
in the only country where these events
are in one ear
out the other

I wonder
what the families think.

did they watch their

When gods die they go to hell

"Blue is the colour of the shroud I want to be buried with,
If there's a body left to bury.
If not, then just remember me,
Picture me in a blue hue; my soul, you'll see.
My days are closing in, rising in numbers,
Dreams are full of chasing demons now
Where to go, where to flee,
Where do the gods go

They Never Buy

the bannisters were cold, house dark and dreary, I was alone
no surprise because I have been in solitude since my death
ninety-six years of stark, staid, stillness, hearing no voices
I am tired of ghosting this mansion; it is not interesting

When I was alive I had friends, they were witty and charming
We used to laugh about our

PARENTS

None like your parents 
They're irreplaceable 
Even when you have a guardian
They won't nurture and culture you 
Like your parents would do.

Mr man when you lose 
Your wife or girlfriend 
You still gonna find another 
But when you lose your  mother 
You can never find another.

Lady when you lose
Your husband or boyfriend 
You still

When should they have a Smartphone-TSF

They met,
via
the net;
now she
wants to
know him
some more

A click
a meme
a dance
she’s in;
baited
he asks;
you sure?

Send an
image
to me
no-one
will see
secrets
are true.

She did,
and the
parents
below
never 
asked if
they knew.

They Say

They say,
nothing stays the same forever.
I say,
please stay the same until I die.

they pretend they are friends

they pretend they are friends
no one buys this weird façade
they were the worst married couple ever

they were not even close when they were dating
why they got married is unknown to any of us
they pretend they are friends

when they would be much better off
avoiding and ignoring each other
why the façade?

None of us can guess.

What They Do to Names

it is hilarious to me that crib means home
that bread means money
that John means toilet
that Dick means
Well, you know
But I am not happy about what they have done….
to the name Karen
it’s how I pronounce my name
and it makes me sad.

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