Languaging the place is happening
A voicestro of ideas
And involvement
Obstructing legislation
Command and finance
The handling of its own press
Pressing solutions
In the middle of a fraud
Yet in all time
A take part type of gal and guy
Suppose a person asked a city for funding around rent for themselves, an office, range of ten thousand a month
Today cresting 5 billion in debt of unauthorized hijacking of home development law
@Bappa Mazumder
Gazing early dawn, to be blooming soon
Gazing early dawn, to be blooming soon
Night is still young, unending
Weather, the morning forecast predicted a rain, ensuing
And then, this will stop me from seeing you, a refrain
The city and the outskirt
A lot sits in between, in hindrance
And the present tense and
the erotic boy zone
wondering through Facebook, whats app for
a lover boon, millimeters to million, thriving.
I am a heritage queue, an odd audacity
I saw time, bygone, as t'was forthcoming
in a closed 'laptop'
I and my fanciful clouded entropy,
the flower vase embellishing the dawn
you and a warmth, adore
one step closer to the brim, ashore!
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NOT TO JUDGE BUT WHEN A MEXICAN
BREAK INTO YOUR YOUR HOME EXPOSED TO YOUR AMERICAN GRANDFATHERS WW11 HISTORY BE VIGIL THEY DON'T RESPECT AMERICAN WAY OF LIFE THEY WERE SENT THERE BY CORRUPTION TO BULLYING YOU BRING THINGS BACK TO THE CULPRITS I WILL NEVER FEAR MEXICAN BURGULARS HIRED BY SICK AGING CIRO GARGANO OBSESSED WITH ME THE BEST HE EVER HAD IN HIS LIFE HE SPEND THE REST OF HIS NATURAL LIFE TRAINING IMMIGRANT WOMEN TO IMPERSONATE ME SADLY THE MEXICAN BROKE IN MY HOME FOR EXPIRED ID CARDS AND BELIEVED THAT AWOL STORY WOW SPENDING DAYS AND NIGHTS ON THE RIMS OUTSIDE OF STABBING FIVE PERSONS I MEAN THE NEWS SAID BLOOD WAS EVERYWHERE BECAUSE SHE'S EASILY MADE JEALOUS I FELT BLESSED SIMPLY BECAUSE SHE PUT GASOLINE AND MAPLE SYRUP UNDER MY DOOR SHE ALSO SLEPT WITH MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND GOD ONLY KNOWS JUST WHAT SHE WANTS TO DO TO ME AFTER BEATING HER CRIPPLED MOTHER RESULTING IN HER UNTIMELY DEATH IN THE END FOR ME NOTHING BUT TRUMP TOWERS WHERE BOXES OF UNAUTHORIZED DOCUMENTS ARE SAFE GOD BLESS AMERICA
For they know not what they are doing
How could they not
as God-given capacity for ignorance
is only blasphemy when available
The Indigenous of New Zealand
Never heard Jesus's sweet name
until 1814, So all those natives
get to burn forever with Hauty
The proud church of Christ
and its east-west schisms
And Luther's nailed paper
Show God's "unauthorized" confusion
Mormons and Muslims follow
in the writing of many books
and their books on their books
and their books on their books and
An Eiffel tower with a red bow popped up in the back
Of a head full of unauthorized ideas encouraged by whom?
Strings of pearls began lounging around, hanging from her poofy hair
Who is in charge of this dream? She asked her busy muse.
Tea kettles and pears, the muse replied tea kettles and pears.
She woke with a start. Sweat in the small of her back.
Her nightie clung to her chest, feeling scratchy.
She picked up an ink pen with lavender ink.
Heard the sound of her muse laughing.
There were no words now, no memories.
No ideas, nothing at all.
Similar to a
Gentle transition of electrical power
Or
A flash of lightning slamming into the mind
Consciousness-rays permeates
My body and mind
Always and forever...
When ground is tilled,
Philosophies
Religion
Morality
Anthropology
And Sociology
All unite into one harmonious whole. Given the task of assimilating all unauthorized assimilations
The fate of a losing country
One first observes in her gentry.
Parents lock kitchens, mount sentry;
The food-craving child bared entry.
Yep, the fate of such a country
I have espied in her pantry:
A family in quandary,
From soap men withholding laundry,
The neatly washed not primary
The well-ironed secondary...
On the roads of losing country
Often, unauthorized sentry:
Rich cars stopped soon after entry:
You won't want jobs sedentary...
In every damned losing country
Economic weather: wintry;
Foreign investors slow entry.
Speak no ill of our 3 letter government agencies;
they are always watching out for our rights,
they are working for us.
Don't you know you are just peddling enemy disinformation!
Don't you know you are just repeating
conspiracy theories?
Nothing to see here.
No one is above the law except....
You will be considered an extremist
if you protest, ask no unauthorized questions.
Never cross the line and don't ask what line?
Don't speak about faith in anything but us.
You will be audited,
investigated,
we are sending 87 thousand more
armed revenue agents to your homes
to keep the peace.
Never run for political office unless you agree
with our official position and have been approved.
Everything is good, eat less food. It is patriotic
to want less, expect less.
The Ministry Truth is always watching.
Have a nice day - do what we say.
He relied much on ‘expert’ opinions,
doctrine and dogma
as if assumptions and conjecture
were an undeniable truth.
‘Settled science’ was accepted confidently,
blind faith and an irrational rationalism;
the hand-me-down punditry of pundits
silenced his every doubt.
Against all odds
conspiracies conspired -
unauthorized books read to him,
even under his closed eyes.
One night he flew awake
like a bird departing a nest of fire.
All that he had known as true
were revealed as a script
written by a Satan that did not exist.
His hollow tree sprouted leaf,
incredulity flourished,
a belief system faltered, staggered dazed
into a ditch he had labored upon for many a year.
He became a heresy unto himself:
the beloved of God.
I want to write up your adventures Ashleigh said.
Sometime later, I told her, after I am dead.
She did not understand and took an unauthorized selfie with me.
This made me mad, sol I took a dump on her beloved willow tree.
I am the king, so no one should take a photo without permission.
I drive a red 1969 convertible Mustang with a V-8 transmission.
Barney, my sidekick has always ridden shotgun.
We are adventurers, and we always have fun.
Where have you been today? Ashley often pries.
I give Barney a look, then I tell her incredible lies.
I am royalty; it is no one’s business where I have been.
Sometimes we dogs live a day full of sin!
Yesterday we chased seagulls up and down a beach.
Some lady gave us iced tea. Yuck! It was syrupy and peach!
Whatever we do is no one else’s business I tell my pal.
Barney agrees happily with a you-got-that-right bow wow.
I m sorry I did it in frustration,
When the urge to malice transfer
Was an obsession
And I didn’t remember to with The Sober confer
I haven’t up till now paid for the jeans
You, unauthorized, copied their colour
And thought no good any more of the brown beans
You‘d mimicked their stylish pallor...
And you knew drop you wouldn’t a dime
For the enjoyed wonderful time,
Indeed, you were the sorry victim
And ‘luckless Hit Him’
Of my present sorry finance
And life’s mischance...
A chameleon in, any case, not a nice verse,
For the seeker of acceptance, fame in reverse
WIKILEAKS
We made a decision! Secrecy is evil!
So we reveal the secrets of our democracies
(they probably won’t kill us if they catch us)
Our leader’s face is visible, public, smug,
and confined to a foreign embassy! You have
no idea who we are!
For your sake, of course, we share stolen secrets
with dictators, tech firms and people we don’t
even know! We expose the surveillance scheme,
the diplomatic lie, the unauthorized weapon but
our bleak revelations are a moral black hole:
What is secret or hidden, whether for better or worse
is revealed by a cadre un-elected and unknown!
You have no idea who we are! You have no idea
what to believe!
We do this for you! Secrecy is bad! You have no
idea who we are! Do you trust us yet?
Hey! Do you trust us now?
How can loving you
Bring Year’s of unwanted pain
But you kept ignoring
The fact that I continued calling your name
The neglect I feel
Is beginning to become a reality
I truly didn’t want to be real
The intentions at first were great
Now we both have feelings of hate
For each other...
Never in many lifetimes
Did I ever think I would regard you
As just another unrelated brother
Now we have reached the end of our tenure
This time there is reunion on the horizon
Because you just kept on lying
About an unauthorized future
And all the while I knew
That the marriage was never exclusive
Mr. Corporate caveman,
where goest thou wayward hands?
Giving boardroom ape-man grunts
to the second bananas in command
You love talking jungle lewd
to the female office underlings
Always feeling on someone else’s
body wrapped packages
Dino dogs love sniffing
in somebody else’s kitchen;
and other people morsels, they love licking
Corporate cavemen love exercising
unauthorized executive privilege touching
Mr. Corporate caveman,
I hear-tell you received some Jurassic justice
That your wife, Wilma,
got the divided marital bonds
of your Slate Rock company
And she threw you some scraps
of divorced crushed rubble
You got Betty bopped,
Mr. Corporate caveman ...
‘cause your fingers couldn’t stop,
Mr. Corporate caveman
And there’s a heavy cost
for being a caught misogynist boss
Going through changes
Hoping my mind rearranges
Street life and gang banging
At the dope house hanging
See that was all I thought I knew
Really it was what I wanted to do
Tears falling from my momma's eyes
And as much as I hate to see my momma cry
I still fell victim to street life
Looking for love in all the wrong places
Late night and fist fights
Strange familiar faces
Resulting in court cases
I didn't think anything was wrong with me
Then it dawned on me
My twenties was lost in prison walls
Breaking rules
Making unauthorized phone calls
My son don't even know me
He's eight years old
Missed all eight entirely
I realize I have problems
That's the first step
Now I need to solve them
So momma keep praying
I know God hears you
Because my mind's rearranging
Author: James Ryan White
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