There are two Americas today
One that puts its faith in the system
The other that puts it in the people
The first is the Left
The second is the Right
And this is the way it has always been
One side relying on the power of the State
To impose its will on the individual
The other side relying on the individual
To build, protect, support and celebrate this nation
The irony of course is the system
Relies on, and feeds off of these very individuals
One side wants to tear this nation down
To rebuild it in a vision of hope and change
The other wants to build on its traditional foundation
To simply make it great again
And make it even better
The Left and Right are not two wings
Of a single birds
Not two sides of one coin
They are instead two fundamentally different
Visions of what is right and wrong
What is the light and the dark
America, we are at a crossroad
What will it be, fun and freedom
Or anxiety, depression and terror of tyranny
(9/9/26)
Ere the morning dew rises through
stems of sleepy flowers
Peter Sellers mounts his comely steed
heads for the red and white tower
Relief for the night watch he provides
all these years, where no one’s died
or even been injured in the slightest
Tonight though Peter has a premonition
Clouds are circling, winds howling
Birds twitter in mass confusion
The sky crackles ~ truth or illusion
He hearkens back to Ancient Rome
when Ides of March
upended the great Caesar
Would those of August today eliminate him?
Sellers sallied forth, insecurely secured in the saddle
when his steed suddenly bolted
far into the woods where he could be free
from the tyranny of waiting for a ship to drown
since 1963
These people
always like
to say that
“the gloves
do not bite”
but sadly now
they are being
used to shock;
But I do know
what it means
to burn red hot
for I once felt
very hot water
on my torso
and was quite
cruelly mocked;
“Never forgive,
and never forget”
is precisely what
they always seem
to want to say,
but false leaders
always lie to the
misguided flocks;
They take from us
and manipulate war
to fool the ignorant
and betray the wise,
and that is exactly
why they scheme
whenever they are
off the work clock.
Only a monster tainted by evil supports the use of electric shock to control other humans. You cannot change my mind.
Hold truths to all men!
Created by their Creator
with certain Rights.
Life, Liberty . . .
pursuit of happiness.
Secure
these Governments
among Men,
deriving powers
from the consent
of any Form of Government,
laying its principles
and powers
to affect their Safety.
("Blue Egg in Red Sea", 2020, original oil)
According to our betters,
The Karens who rule the internet,
We should all be aware enough by now
To know what is expected of us,
And so suitably clothed
In political correctness
Never offend again.
In this way each generation
Will leap and bound
Ever adapting
To the latest trend
All together now
In harmony all
Flotsam on a tide.
(5/16/26)
Solitude, a house no longer a home
Filled with empty promises and scorched hope.
A blood-soaked cape, threadbare and torn, draped atop a shattered shield,
Shards strewn across hollow rooms.
What was a fortress has been reduced to rubble and ruin.
Lying amongst the destruction is a failed hero,
Gasping for oxygen under the spiked boot of oppression.
Haunting laughter bellows through the despondency:
"Did you think anywhere was safe from my grip?"
My parasitic paranoia has infected all sanity.
Don’t you see that you can’t win against fear and hatred?
It breeds and festers within the confines of tainted hearts.
All it takes is one minuscule seed to set the world ablaze.
Now you’re the villain in their eyes, and I am the saviour,
Crushed, broken, and bleeding under my rule.
But I won’t kill you—no, that would be too easy.
I will make you watch, helpless and pleading,
As I reshape this pathetic world into my image.
When it is that freedom is taken from our lives
And is replaced by tyranny that so totally deprives
Our rights to freely speak or be a dissident
Or question the authority from which it has been sent
‘Tis then we must come forward and take a righteous stand
To quell the tyrants’ dictates: Remove the things they’ve planned
Our country’s sinking rapidly, of that there is no doubt
We must work until we put the tyrants out!
Indictments here; indictments there, that’s how it’s all begun
But there must be many more, before our job is done
And when we have completed this necessary task
We’ll hold our heads on high, and then it is we ask:
“Were we the ones who took a stand to right the freedoms’ wronged?”
And are we in the company of those who have belonged
To America, our country, and still Founding Fathers bless
With wisdom and wherewithal to make the answer: YES.
Tyranny, where dwellest thou?
In hearts of men, or beasts that bow?
Why dost thou scourge the meek and poor,
And crush the lowly evermore?
Thy hand is iron, cold and dire,
Thy breath a storm, thy will a fire.
Thou tearest joy from mortal breast,
And leav’st but sorrow and unrest.
O cruel scourge, thy reign is pain,
Thy crown is blood, thy throne disdain.
Yet shall thy power fade and fall,
When freedom’s voice resounds through all.
For liberation’s sacred flame
Shall purge the mind from slavish shame;
And man, once freed from inward chain,
Shall never bend to thee again.
I speak of freedom’s purest breath,
That conquers fear, that vanquishes death.
Awake, ye souls by sorrow tried—
Arise in strength, be glorified!
For tyranny shall reign no more,
When free men walk on freedom’s shore.
The people started marching
they came from everywhere
Armed with words of freedom
revolution in the air
They joined in every corner
across their precious land
They all agreed the time had come
they had to take a stand
The country was divided
and teetered on the edge
Of losing its democracy
betraying its own pledge
It used to be a beacon
an oasis in the sand
Desired by so many
its shores a freedom land
But tyranny had taken hold
at stake, democracy
People knew intangibles
never came for free
And so from many, there was one
it was the day and hour
They came to show the watching world
the people have the power
In our measure of the passing time,
Curious circles fill the counted days—
Numbered moments scarred by transiting light,
The heaven’s moguls bruise our joy and blight,
And give, and take, and measure what we mean.
Time, indifferent, measures us; it loops
Around the heaven’s span and grids the world.
Saturn still stutters—constant sorrow speaks—
Today recedes into tomorrow’s loss;
Yet clocks in circles go, and we pay cost.
O god of time, your circles go and go,
Returning slow, then turning wingèd, fast—
They come, they go—there’s time enough for love.
Meanwhile I scan the horizon with my mind,
And seek the curve of her Belt of Venus—fire—
A circumference of sunset reds that span
The sky; on sight she’s timeless, swaying slow,
A pendulum—its fixed foot steady—rings
My day; her pulse keeps measure as it swings.
And in night’s sanctuary, as we roll
On sweat-slippery fields of red-ochre bliss,
We kiss the kiss that turns and kisses back.
Then, as I watch her breathing come to rest,
Time stops—
and takes my breath away.
Tyranny wears no single face—
it dances in silk and iron,
in laughter rippling through marble halls,
in jeweled cups brimming with poison.
Here stand five shadows cloaked in power:
the Jade Empress who penned her conquests in ink of blood;
the Blood Countess who bathed in youth’s final heartbeat;
the Poison Queen whose roses wilted on royal lips;
the Thorned Mother sculpting her son into a golden idol of death;
the Icon-Breaker who crushed faith beneath her boot.
They moved like vultures through court and corridor,
each step a measured echo of shattered lives.
Their eyes—cold maps of ambition—
charted the fall of poets, princes, innocents.
Their hands—delicate arbiters of suffering—
wrote edicts that carved screams into walls.
Remember: cruelty is not a garment stitched by men alone.
It blooms wherever power dreams of itself
and drinks deep from the wells of mercy’s undoing.
Defeating Tyranny
This is how to overthrow tyranny:
elections by a free people who care
peaceful transfer of power
alternative media outlets to counter brainwashing
decreasing the size of government
ridding a society of mandates by unelected officials
stopping demonization of average citizens
halting massive monetary corruption
short of divine intervention
this is how it is done
it is difficult~ many obstacles to freedom exist
that will try to maintain power:
a biased dishonest media
a bloated bureaucracy
an oligarchy of the defeated who want to retain power
unconstitutional judicial power
Nazi style thugs who like to commit violence
it is a tough row to hoe
no guarantees that it will work but
if enough people care it might work
Tyranny can start in innocous ways.' In nudges and flattery
Setting a stage.' It can be mocking.? And hectoring' quote
Morality with invective stings' its antidote i am considering? Which may well need to be a charge against
Its political wing.? With no further deliberation i advise..
Overwhelming assinine-ations.' A large dose of their own
Medicine.' Would clear up much; of the mess we are now in.'
In broad day light
In plain sight
The rain has fallen
And evaporated free
Speech over night
Riotous murder
Blame the simpletons
Protect the perpetrators
Who’ve political value
Kill the prisoner
Who shouted a view
Don’t write a thought
Or they’ll come for you
Two
Shrinking in fear
Of the new two tear
Five years to endure
But hopefully, not one
Minute more
Meanwhile thousands
Might die, but no will
To keep the score
We’re expendable
No longer dependable
They’ll lie until the election
Change their truth
Change their direction
Five more years to bear
The psychopaths will share
The spoils and the loot
Put us under the jack boot.
For now, they’ve banned fun
But our time will come.
David Cox 09/11/24
I'm a refugee
in my own country
I'll never be free
because they've
labelled me
They say I'm far right
And I'm not too bright
Took away free speech
Now it's out of reach
My mother would tell me
as I sat upon her knee
how we had saved the world
from tyranny.
She'd say how great we were
how freedom was our spur
I had no idea this situation
could occur.
I'm a refugee
In my own country
And if I speak out
They'll throw away the key
David Cox 07/09/24
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