Emotions sit no straight to meditate,
They look for an emergency exit,
What’s sane and sound gets caught in a Zen state,
Seeks profane whilst a safety valve’s remit.
Raised on a diet of good behavior,
What sane nigh prude do but ponder and brood?
Being quicksilver and nigh cavalier,
But not crude, vaults profane in words plain nude.
This is no way to wield vandalism
Of verbal brand way bit a wounding kind,
Profane words ventilate wrath with wisdom
To bring back lost balance of a sane mind--
A fair device to open up floodgates
That cools raw rage and pre-storm peace creates.
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Sonnet (tongue-in-cheek) | 18.12.2025 | profane, peace, sage, words
Note: The part - III follows.
Article 108: Military Property of the United States—Loss, Damage, Destruction
This article applies when a service member damages or destroys military property, which includes government-owned barracks and family housing. The charges depend on the intent and value of the damage.
Negligent damage: If the destruction was the result of a service member's negligence, they can face confinement, forfeiture of pay, or a bad conduct discharge, depending on the value of the damage.
Willful damage: For intentional damage, such as vandalism, the maximum punishment is more severe and could include a dishonorable discharge and up to 10 years of confinement for damage over $1,000.
Representative Brownley
In the conclusion of military members by family are we concluded further by this article?
do you have an abhorrence for anything?
murder, rape, child ****, sex slavery
any repugnance for anything else?
negative attitudes, bullying, meanness,
any other revulsions?
know-it-alls, vandalism, arrogance, inflexibility
hostility toward any animals?
I am not super fond of rats, snakes or mice
but I do not think I am hostile, merely fearful.
Green spray paint splattering is all I see on the wall
It’s not art that I see, it’s vandalism! they scream to all
They can’t or they won’t let themselves imagine what truly is presage
Beautiful and unique and of greater importance, graffiti with a message
Sprayed on the concrete walls, is the vibrant green verdant artwork
Campaigning for humanity and natures creatures,
unshrouding harsh realities covered in murk
Mural’s paint disheveled meanders along itselfs esteem
Yet reliant dearly on a lifeless tree standing dormant unseen
You see it looks sadly leafless, branches dry and its greenery gone
A passerby felt Banksy’s vision left an impression is clear, strong
"d e s t r o y i n g the f o r e s t s, d e s t r o y i n g the g r e e n e r y"
And I feel certain that her words bare truth, it’s in the scenery
As in crystal methamphetamine, the mind becomes cold.
Anxiety, paranoia, and schizophrenia
Creep in, like snakes and deathstalker scorpions, uncontrolled
Are bones, veins, flesh, and blood affected by asthenia?
The body begs for calm composure; the moody mind mulls.
Midst fires of optimism, the ice of pessimism melts.
Restlessness and rebelliousness resemble spineless skulls
Vandalism of vindictiveness vitiates vague vents
The feeling of freedom to fly and fervently flutter
Fill and flow flawlessly, like fine floral fluorescence.
Mild melodies of memories musically mutter
Constant conscious conscience has come to be the quintessence.
When the ice of hateful, heinous, hideous hurdles heaps
May passions of compassion flare from the depths of the deeps!
Artistic expressions are not always appreciated
Such is the case with graffiti
Which can often be seen on public transportation
Causing frowns of consternation
It can be seen on buses and trains
Even on bridges, graffiti remains
It's sprayed on buildings and walls
A way for the artist to leave his calling card
But is it vandalism or art?
Or a way for gangs with a message to impart
Political activists use this art form too
To cleary state their point of view
4-18-2023
The world is becoming complex
Entirely different from the last century one
Racism, hegemony, corruption, brainwashing and vandalism
Become common
Nothing can be done to wipe them out
Maybe tolerance is the only key
To survive in a lost world
Created by the devil in the heart
Which has produced three poisons
Greed, hatred and infatuation
The source of all passions and delusions
In a lost world of today and tomorrow
Wanted
for vandalism
Peter Rabbit
We revel 75 years of Independence,
from colossal colonial rule
it was unanimous struggle
that helped us get through.
Entitled to rejoice this liberty,
but the conundrum is, Are we truly free?
Haven, ma chez
I listen
to my invisible guest
I do not speak, but wait,
then it slips away
leaving a tragic face.
I recollect merry mo;
Us: Pythias and Damon,
till he fell ill to eclipse of human reason.
Thou art still in shackles
if bound by civil perils:
ostracism, vandalism, arson
Bias and prejudice.
Had we raised voice,
his people wouldn’t have to suffer a great deal today.
Authority sits by,
Leisurely watching ruckus nearby.
All in noisy silence
Suffering place and time.
To debate
To rebel
The antonyms monopolize
To express
To support
The synonyms monopolize
And now the child memories both
And never distinguishes between them
The positives from the negatives
The moral from the immoral
The saints from the devils
As they are forever morally Overestimated by the grown-ups
Until they are vandalism-prone Underestimated
With a future collapse of morality
In this fabulous and glamorous world
Full of both antonyms and synonyms
With a single click
Everything is at your finger tips
Good enough for the oldies
Who stagger and stumble
But not for the crawlers and toddlers
A wrong click will end their world
But not for the youngsters
Depleting them chances of learning and valueing
The processes of yielding
And everyone is scared of
The single click of nuclear wars
That may end the earth and the universe
And this may be a limit to
The greatest vandalism of mankind
The greatest greed of mankind
The greatest hegemony of mankind
As man can never live alone
Maybe without competitions and confrontations
This wasn’t any lawful, peaceful protest,
Nor a rational expression of free speech.
It was one nation under siege by misguided,
Manipulated puppets under 45’s direction.
Every MAGA hat-wearing oath keeper proud boy,
All those angry white thugs in tactical vests,
And every other rat domestic terrorist
Committed treason, clear at first inspection.
There’s no excusing violence and vandalism.
No patriotic warrant to condone.
To attack the institution of the US Constitution,
It was nothing less than traitors’ insurrection.
Nails are common fasteners in the carpentry trade
And for DIY enthusiasts, as well.
When considering the varieties of nails,
It’s a counter-intuitive fact that cut nails,
With their angular shafts and blunt tips,
Work better than drawn wire nails,
Which have cylindrical shafts and pointed tips.
The geometry of cut nails allows them
To be more firmly gripped by the wood fibers,
Anchoring them more securely than wire nails.
And because they align with the grain of the wood
They are less likely to split lumber than wire nails,
Especially if you’re hammering
Into hardwood near the edge.
Cut nails can also come in handy
When driving home a point.
If you’re working construction,
Cut nails prove better.
But yours are clearly drawn and sharp as carpet tacks.
They disjoin and incite and direct insurrection.
You’ve split the wood and lost your grip.
You, sir, are no master carpenter.
You’re not even an amateur handyman.
You’ve built a house divided hawking tribalism
For your own self-serving ends.
You’re nothing but a cheap carnival huckster,
A cowardly bushwhacker, not some clever rebel hacker.
Your trolling’s just a slacker’s brand of vandalism.
Severe disaster brought
Ruination and disruptive vegetation.
A scorching breeze increased devastation,
From unscrupulous persons unknown:
Hidden fierce fire
That spread rapidly.
A hush,
For no life could be in evidence,
Except for stouthearted firefighters
Risking their cherished lives.
A wild dry wind swirled suddenly.
Smoke became untamed,
An aching purgatory
No ocean can purge.
The fiery cloud
Covered the forest green;
Moonlight snuffed out,
Concealed, tormented,
A message of ill will,
As children cried and gasped,
Families were reduced homeless,
In hurry to elope from the tragedy.
Helpless animals unable to escape died.
A taste of vandalism,
Or terrorism?
Or man made climate change?
L stands for lasting
O stands for odd
V stands for vandalism
E stands for emotions
Oh
That is what we call love
A lasting relationship between
Two odd pesonnels
In an eternal paradise of vandalism
Of emotions and feelings
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