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Swamp Draining Adventures

Entertained By Raw Sewage

That damned cesspool’s been backed up for more than four years
Yet the stench is enticing… as if a preview
Of upcoming attractions. Much stinking assed shit
Is about to blast forth from the source that won’t quit.
Can this weak tribe of monkeys hurl any do do
That will spare them due justice? …Not as it appears.

It’s been snail’s time in coming. Now finally here,
The nectar of rejoicing intoxicates still.
Un-numbed nuts through news networks no more recreate
By consumption of bullshit and mind blowing hate.
The return to some normalcy counts as a thrill
After living for so long in relative fear.

Truth is like molten lava. It cools to a crust
After violent contact with all in its way.
A substrate that is purer and stronger is made –
One in which those upon it are rarely afraid
Of themselves nor their nation. Be not led astray
By assholes who hold office. Deserve they no trust.

Pettiness is perversity yet a pain pill
Post prescribed for perceptions of purgatory.
One hot day for a hanging is all I ask for.
If it drags on a few years, a decade, or more,
So be it because that’s the way it ought to be.
Entertainment forthcoming karma does fulfill.

Justice

...The Most Bitter of Sweetness

Bittersweetness befitting the freedom to be
Jubilant through the damage one person has done
Is the kind that may change ways that make life better
Among we the united. Events that occur
Of aberrant behavior exposed to the sun
Now gain worldwide attention immediately.

Big brother may be watching, but we see as well
By the same social means that reflect how we feel
About life and the right to breathe freely each day.
All the world knows some people are treated this way
And it’s not from a textbook. Indeed, it’s for real.
No matter who one is, one can sense a bad smell.

Tempered anticipation of verdict unknown
Draws a knot to the stomach. Expecting the worse,
Due to current and past acts of racial bloodshed,
What to think of a next step? A feeling of dread
Grips the soul at its core, and it acts like a curse
Self-inflicted and chilling right down to the bone.

Finally there’s rejoicing and dancing in streets
For our faith in true justice has not let us down.
Take not my breath for granted nor snuff it away.
History shall record this a pivotal day
For all people – especially black ones and brown.
Evil must suffer challenges and swift defeats.

Defiance

Platter of Delusion

You could say it’s a flesh wound, and I’d play along,
But I think that a band aid will do you no good.
Your world is devastated, and mine is restored
To some semblance of normalcy. I can look toward
A much brighter reality. No knock on wood
Is required with its stating. I cannot be wrong.

Your head, now on a platter that’s not made of gold,
Spins a rat’s nest of trickery. Can it undo
What has now become history? Loss you can’t take.
We The People have told you that we need a break
On a permanent basis from the likes of you.
News forthcoming shall reveal how much you’re controlled.

You are such a fine catch as a Russian asset,
But the era of being Putin’s foolish tool
Is approaching its ending. Your head is a gift
To the newness of order. The energy shift
To a warmer vibration is wholesomely cool.
We’ve been fucked up our dumb ass, and we won’t forget!

In that act there’s been bloodshed and stark disregard
For what makes us a nation. It went on too long.
The dull aching will die down, and that which must heal
Is our true sense of worth and the way that we feel
Having endured a raping by the lord of wrong.
Consequences you’ll suffer for keeping him hard.

Your Point Of View

Face-To-Face Engagement

Face to face is the method preferred over those
Which are not as direct to the points many make
For exchange with another, and Your Point Of View
On this “suckers and losers” day, if not askew,
Sees the sorest of losers act out in heartbreak
To ensure We The People feel guilt for their woes.

Through the eyes authenticity enters the soul
Unencumbered by bullshit. The moment is pure
Of nonverbal communion. With confident ease,
Detachment, and objectivity each one sees
Clarity in completeness. The state can endure
The pathetic deflating no one will control.

  Every daily distraction disconnected from
Any inkling political for strings of years,
As it was before madness and hatred became
The most sacred of doctrines immune to all shame,
Is most welcomed and needed. Those who have shed tears
Offer poetic justice to romance the bum.

Speaking out about matters most dear to one’s heart
Is the reason so many have put laws in place.
It’s a God-given attribute that we express
With freedom absolute, and the drive to regress
Felt by all the cult followers time will erase.
Things work out as they should if we each do our part.

Conquest Of Illusion

Getting Outside

In deafness to allurement by current turmoil
In the eye of disaster, the wise one is sent
Far beyond the illusion into deeper space.
What is needed is somewhere so one can erase
Tension pent up due to existential torment
And solutions consisting of rancid snake oil.

Spirit beacons the weary to find their release
Knowing that doing so is with difficulty.
While immersed, the illusion, with strength all its own,
Makes one feel disempowered. The heart turns to stone,
And while blind but to chaos, no hope can one see.
Vehicles of upliftment transport us to peace.

Sacred space omnipresent is reached by the soul
With attention unshaken by current events.
Much reconciliation is done from within,
And without the distraction, new starts can begin.
Sanity is one resource that this world prevents
From unlimited access, and such is its role.

Unwelcomed are intrusions that mock solitude
And perform acts unnatural, vile, and perverse
To one’s sense of self-worth and to feeling a part
Of a viable universe. Kindness of heart
Comes about by detaching oneself from the curse
And by keeping oneself in a positive mood.

Showing Off

Jewel of the Nile

Showing Off strength of leadership radiates charm
Throughout all the republic. Dispatching the news
Of a bright new beginning lifts everyone’s hearts
Except those blind to righteousness where freedom starts
And those still locked in fear with supremacist views.
Comes the day soon when they will no longer cause harm.

Alleluia! The Feminine is on the rise.
There can be no assurance that heaven has come
But at least much of hell will be put the hell out.
Fake women stand for bullshit. Their chauvinist shout
Is of whitewashed delusion as witnessed by some.
Being groped with full honors may open their eyes.

But true women are priceless if we value peace
And some semblance of fairness in all our affairs.
Intimate with the homestead and life’s basic needs,
Issues of most importance guides how woman leads
In a healthy society. Leadership cares
For the welfare of all and for worry’s release.

We could use a strong presence just right about now
In the form of a duo with lethal intent.
Both are fine superheroes. The woman will be
A formidable force for the public to see.
For the first time we’ll know what women represent
To wholesome evolution. To this I avow.

Recursive Assertion

Over Exposure of Ego

Do I hear a loud echo? And could it be me?
With the voices of others it’s so hard to tell.
Deep within a sound chamber enclosed by four walls
I can’t hear myself feeling amid all the calls
For a cure to psychosis and trickle down hell.
What’s become of this nation one clearly can see.

Knowing I’m not alone, need I know something more?
We’ve been made to feel helpless – not by a disease
Of a virulent nature, but by wholesale greed.
We The People are stronger not feeling in need
To succumb to the bullshit that everyone sees.
There’s a pimp in the white house, and we are the whore.

Justice comes hard and swiftly to those who are poor.
But it does not exist for the thugs now in charge.
Evil is the one threat that, if not kept in check,
Does take over the engine and cause a train wreck
That third world leaders envy. Our fate, by and large,
Is determined by what we are forced to ignore.

Cubic Justice

Creative dissolusion

What occurs on Fifth Avenue could be a crime.
It depends on how well it’s played out in the cube.
Quadrilateral justice with votes up or down
Is the way to clear outlaws in government town.
Senators who were well paid will pump up the droob.
The swamp hasn’t been emptied. It’s now legal slime.

Arrogance becomes cubic for all to behold.
What is seen is a mockery on the world stage.
We’re a toddler brat nation. Our mother, the queen,
May be glad we’ve detached from their ruling machine.
Can we catch up on wisdom and then turn the page
To a brighter new chapter? What peace may unfold?

Cubic Justice is futile. It can’t stand the test
We The People administer. It Will Fall Flat!
In the country’s best interest, must we behave
As the brutal slave master’s most tractable slave?
We are much more in touch with our freedoms than that.
Can we look at the circus and hope for the best?