Each of the man-made public disruptions,
Experts say is an unforeseen crisis;
But since they profit from planned destructions,
I am begging you, please don’t go cry sis.
They pre-plan cruel war in people’s back yards,
Wrecking mayhem with killer devices.
Though news says it appeared out of the blue,
It’s their plan all along, so don’t cry sis.
And since war always spurs on inflation,
That is where central bank’s paradise is.
Their fiat money increases with death;
So who’s the killers? For them don’t cry sis.
If the U. S. dollar’s on its last leg,
Then falling empire’s use many vises.
Like foresaid war, division, chaos, hate,
If we learn their ways, there’s less need to cry sis.
And since lately there’s high interest rates,
Countries can’t afford paying debt prices.
So they’ll fool us to fight their dirty wars,
But they’re not worth the fight, so don’t cry sis.
So if we read and learn from history,
And don’t show up for their ginned-up crisis,
We’ll remember we’re one big family;
And that joy, is the reason to cry sis.
Children of China
David J Walker
When left to their own devices
The vise and the vices come out
And Catch both witless and wise
In clamps and crimps and cramps in the
Hard and darkened damp
Of a shade from the foreign Gamp made
and shipped by children of China
who claim all rights to name
the moon and Ursa Minor with
An option for the sun
When left to their own devices
The witless and wisest
Sit side by side in priceless pride
And the cheapest priced prizes
In an anniversary party as the
Sun Also Set Rises
In the west
O vigorous incipient age
in a seperate world from the grown,
thou hast no moral cage
nor guilt for thee to bemoan.
So free like birds on the wing
unfettered with reasons of why,
thy song you playfully sing,
so blissful you think not to die.
Then comes growth the enemy to thee
a disease that spreads in thy bones,
and time that makes thee to see
the truth that thou hast not known.
The make-believe world that you play
will linger in the memory of mind,
and fantasies and heroes portrayed
become real in the life that you find.
And later on down that aged road
decisions come crowding your thoughts,
and character begining to show
the virtues and vises you wrought.
Green eggs and ham I am
Denny's new Grand Slam
Egg whites wriggling like a clam
Yellow yokes oozing over the dam
Ham clods denser than Spam
Coated with a varnish of Pam
Gratuitous cholesterol by the gram
Down unthrottled hatch cram
If green terds your jaded colon jam
And amber waves of gout bloat each gam
To Dr Seus's gluteal factory scram
His stool abusing suppositories are a scam
But his rendering vises are no sham
So with leased enema your red ass ram
Till the ivy clumps ooze through your tram
Justified actions com*plicated
things that don't
matter; unruled my voice
out~loud.
Here I speak truth only you and
I know is just another
way to let loose of the
anger,rageiously inside
us. YES
We will CRISS~Cross paths to
lead an example; But
The Key will unlock your soul
and re*lease it's grim*ripper
who
roars through you that
embedded night in
blood~shed:
Ex+ Scapes my mind.
For I am not the devil's
advocate of A bottomless pitted
hole=
Burning trees that ash these
words, time n' time again...
Like A broken recorded tape-
player *YOU* Still don't;
hear! What is it going to
take??? What is it that YOU
doN"t get???
I do not care.... For I am an
angel of **LUCIFER**, He comes
{...heavens fire...}
I claim to have been reborn;
Re*vises. Revolutioned to
power it's stabbing sword
defeated of EXCALIBUR.... All
for one; and All AlMighty
CLAN... KKK..FEAR GOD
OR,"KARMA" For you are
NAKED!!! Cause I can hardly
notice you...As I FEAR MY GoD.
Written by Carma
On 06-20-12
Entered in contest what's your fear
Sponsored by; Tanya Harrington
A being of ill-decree,
there, thoughts of
loves, lost to betrayal.
Taking remembrance, a
dove nestles amongst
some branches.
The love and glory
of thine own, embarked
upon the mystery
entrances.
As vigor pursuits
of fulfillment ensue,
let redemption entrail.
The mischievous bard,
did let on, a
curious, chance of labor.
For the sorrows
of valor's past
so subtley mistaken.
A faint glimmer in
his eyes, suddenly
gave way to a
slight interest,
o'er God,
forsaken.
Let the perils
of failures of
our past.
Blessed. . .
not find, traitor.
Twilight settled
upon the lonely
desert setting, of
rugged palms
and mystic wallow.
With a whimsical
embrace to surety
and the galliance
of the setting sun's
bravado.
A plan of divine
right. An expression
of knowledge shared,
our El Dorado.
As the bard's
spirit did chime
of righteous
victory. Yes, victory
was sure to follow.
For vises of sweet
mysterious tidings,
due to his own accord.
The mistress gypsy,
there spied swaying,
as the Eagles rose
and soared.