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Life And Death Lessons

Violent America

The entry point of an assault rifle bullet
Is much smaller than the exit wound. That’s because
It creates mass expansion as it passes through
Flesh and bone. The amount of damage it can do
Is to some captivating. If ever there was
A weapon of pure hate, this is the one to get.

A child shot through the chest leaves the corpse of a child
With its entire back missing. When shot through the head,
It’s as if it exploded. This killing machine
People cherish. This nation is vile and obscene
Regarding weapons that can shoot so many dead.
It’s an issue that will never be reconciled.

From the birth of the Wild West through eternity,
Powerful is the intoxicating gun smoke
To the mind. Branch Republicans we have become.
Civil War is a lethal obsession to some
Who support the gun lobbies, as those who are woke
Want to be a nation of some civility.

Those who have learned their lesson are no longer here.
We survivors are students of our behavior.
Those who now learn to drop to the floor and play dead
Will some day be the ones who will end the bloodshed.
It will be something that hasn’t happened before.
Until then, our future is uniquely austere.

Game Of Freedom

The Risk Of Citizenship

Bittersweet independence inflicted upon
A few more of its citizens by someone who
Is deranged yet has high-powered weapons to play
Deadly games with the populous slaughters the day
Of the birth of a nation. So what else is new?
Soon the hearing of such news produces a yawn.

Any Tom, Dick, or Harry, no matter how sick
Legally is an arsenal, so it’s game on.
We The People are by now also sitting ducks.
I fear leaving my house. The anxiety sucks.
There may not come a time when it’s completely gone.
I’m as safe as a perverted carnival trick.

To the days of Matt Dillon we’ve sadly returned.
Everyone packs a piece. That’s just the way things are
So I’d better be careful wherever I go
Anyone without reason can decide to blow
Me away. Who’s to say that this has gone too far?
Why is our leadership so grossly unconcerned?

A gun or a sick bastard has more human rights
Than a woman by now due to misogyny.
Everyone has their piece to say. This is my own.
Marshall Dillon can’t be everywhere that is known.
This wild west is no place for creatures such as me.
Who is next to be caught in some crazy man’s sites?

A powerful motivator fear has to be
To get things moving toward the right direction.
Politics and the dollar can be defeated.
A nation reflects how its people are treated.
Pro Life means banning weapons of mass destruction.
Freedom now is a game that is played lethally.

Full Circle

False Beginning; Shattered Ending

We union and confederate citizens wait
As if time has no meaning for something to change
For the better. We’re headed back toward the past.
We become more divided with each grim newscast.
As the tree trunk reveals its age, it’s not so strange
That our age rings are stained with indelible hate.

It’s been this way from jump. The hatred is intense
Enough for revolution against monarchy.
Slavery was an issue most bitterly so.
Back to those times confederates would have us go.
Something is very wrong in this land of the free.
We’re now grossly aware of two sides of the fence.

The past several years have been a reflection
Of moral degradation and hypocrisy.
It was there to begin with. The art of pretense
Is one played by some citizens at the expense
Of certain types of people who just want to be
Treated equally as it is for everyone.

We’re approaching Full Circle as now women’s rights
Have been flushed down the toilet. The next thing to leak
From the vile crucible of our justice supreme
Will speak of more restrictions and to the extreme.
Would it be right to say that our future is bleak?
It is never something that would keep me up nights.

Counter Oath

Propensity For Disruption

Just how much do you hate me? The evidence shows
That you most vehemently detest persons who
Are not white. Goodness! That surely does include me.
Should I contemplate the reason this has to be?
Suicides of police officers is a clue
That you hate me grotesquely. Why? God only knows.

Members of the fine boys’ clubs – the proud and oath kept –
Are like trailer park weeds clustered throughout this land.
Mow them down and they rise again with a vengeance.
Since childhood I have been trying to make some sense
Of the blustering hatred. I don’t understand
How it is such an attribute of the inept.

Don’t tell me what your oath is lest I defecate
On your words as you speak them. They are in theory
A portrait of the recent past. What can I do?
There is no form of justice that can defy you.
I am needlessly cautious. That’s no way to be.
What I could do is learn how to infuriate.

Freedom to hate is granted. It’s part of free will.
Nothing I feel or say can make a difference.
The heart that wants to be rotten down to the core
Needs someone besides itself that it can hate more
Which means that I must be conscious of self-defense.
Dangerous is the one who is anxious to kill.

The Next Shooting

Evil In Broadest Daylight

It’s a new way of death that I must get used to.
Weapons are carried legally by too many
And the ones of assault are the most popular
Among madmen among us who think that they are
Population reducers by divine decree.
We’re a nation where mass shootings are nothing new.

One child learns how to play dead. The blood of her friend
She anoints herself with. What an awful lesson
To be learned unexpectedly! I feel the pain
Caused by those who are most dangerously insane.
They should not be able to get hold of a gun.
But they do. It is something I can’t comprehend.

What I do know is that politics plays a role
And the powerful dollar erodes common sense.
With a sense of detachment all legislation
Enacted is in favor of owning a gun
No matter who you are. The ultimate expense
Are the lives of the innocent. God help our soul.

I’m the first one to admit that I am insane
Just because I have felt rage that’s out of control.
I don’t want a gun in my life. It is a tool
From the smokey wild west to be used by the fool
Who believes that his weaponry will make him whole.
In the meantime we honor the next to be slain.

O Me, O Life

World Identity Crisis

The questions keep recurring… of life and of me.
Endless trains of the faithless, the foolish and I
Forever reproaching myself to the degree
That anything else I am unable to see
Is the reason I care not to give life a try.
Why is there such a problem for me just To Be?

…Of the eyes that crave vainly artificial light
And the struggle renewed, I face down in the sand
For the moment intense now due but to my grief.
Emptiness is becoming. I have no belief
In a thing because so much I can’t understand.
All the world full of sickness… There’s nothing alright.

Of the poor results of all the painful plodding
And the sordid crowds I see around me empty
And the useless years wasted in unneeded rest
Intertwined, I through torment, can do but my best
To answer the big question, “Oh, my life; oh me.”
Unless I can feel better I can’t do a thing.

…And it passes. These times and I must fade away
To eternity’s locker. What I have right here
Is a life of some richness and identity.
I can look around me and be glad to be free.
Power plays that take place in the world atmosphere
Are part of human nature. It’s destined to stay.

Who They Are

The Deranged And Deplorable

Those who know who you are also know what you’ve done
And we know how far you will go to take away
Every right to protest you, including our votes.
Your evil and seditious savage psychic oats
Bring about death to women. May there come a day
When your sick righteousness has no power to stun.

To enlist spies and snitches to go and harass
Is to turn back the clock to the middle ages.
Our protection from COVID is not an issue
To old white men in high places who adhere to
Interests of big companies. Yet the wages
For malefic behavior you will not bypass.

You have been a few rounds, but we know who you are.
Tens of millions united of every party,
Race, and creed – you should know us in these times as well.
Since the swamp has been draining there’s been a bad smell
Permeating the nation. Yet democracy
Shall remain most resilient but with a deep scar.

We defeated you nicely in the recent past.
We’re as mad as hell and much colder than you are.
Elections now upcoming will be fights between
We who believe in freedom and those of obscene
Grasp of absolute power. Your fall will be far
To complete dissolution which ever shall last.

Texghanistan

A Cry Of Outrage

Who’s inside of my body. No man should be there…
Not without my permission. We victims of rape
Are rejected by the highest court of the land.
I can feel the tight grip of the government’s hand
Up my intimate caverns. There is no escape
But for those in support of women everywhere.

The profession of pro life is hypocrisy
Spewed by zealots religious. Life has no meaning
For the poor and the needy. They are not of God.
Any woman with feeling sees through the façade.
I shall thank divine forces for intervening
In the actions of madmen who rule by decree.

Who’s inside of my conscience and I inside theirs?
When I look in the mirror, no one do I see
With a robe and a stern look of condescension.
He who thinks of my body has bad intention.
I decide if and when a man gets inside me
And especially whether or not I have heirs.

Absolute is the power that must be maintained
By white men in authority. White babies are
A valuable asset. Non-whites who are poor
Will be killed or imprisoned. In evil grandeur
I am pushed to limits but never too far
That I lose sight of what in the past has been gained.

The Simmering Cauldron

Leading The War Pack

It’s the blue bloods and red hats – the dems and repubs –
Liberals and conservatives… always two teams
To prepare for a civil war ever to come.
Yet not all become soldiers; only certain some.
I’ve been warned since childhood that I’m part of their dreams.
Should I then be a soldier? I’m not good with clubs.

Nor am I good at understanding the deep hate
That one race has for all others everywhere known.
Congressmen speak preparedness just like the ones
Who have nurtured their hatred and value their guns
For that war that keeps coming. Our leaders condone
Blatantly what the others should not tolerate.

All the twisting of facts and the crafty mind games
Have a definite purpose. It is to erode
Any sense of reality except the one
Where the most racist sentiments can be homespun.
As the truth starts to simmer, true colors explode
Through the army, exposing its nastiest aims.

It’s now out in the open. There’s nothing to hide.
It’s confirmed. I’m the enemy. No change has come
Over decades of civil rights. Your smiling face
Remains in the minority, as will your race
In a few generations. Keep beating your drum
In expression of panic regarding white pride.

War Games

The Wages Of War Is Sin

Enemies of the planet, deplorable ones
With the mindset of Satan, have taken control
Of the soul of a dark world predestined to doom.
The aroma of feces immersed in perfume
Permeates most of consciousness. Dark is the hole
Of the red racist rabbit whose cup overruns.

All the excellent training for so many years
And crap loads of equipment are played to the hands
Of the evil egoist who will have his way
Until karma kiboshes him some sooner day.
Yet the world must play nicely. It well understands
Mass destruction should be one of our biggest fears.

Quid pro quo is the tactic most commonly used
To elicit desertion of moral value
Among troops, belief systems, and populations.
When the smoke clears, the people who’ve died are the ones
Remembered then forgotten and placed out of view.
Pardon me for not feeling. May I be excused?

This will go on forever. Lethal tit for tat
Is a game of the human soul trapped in ideals
That have become malignant. And now, running wild,
This cancerous conundrum is what has defiled
Our most human behaviors. What it most reveals
Is a species addicted to mortal combat.

Underprivilege

Four Faces of Feces

When I can’t find a nigger to shine my damned shoes
And my cold leather heart is the beat of remorse
For acceptance of coon ways in society,
What is wrong with this country I clearly can see.
We’ve a ship with a captain who’s steering off course.
I’m entitled to at least good drugs to abuse.

Niggers give me the willies. I just can’t allow
Their kind anywhere near me. I fear I’ll become
Inundated with liberal ideal perfume.
I’d prefer that my poor white brother not assume
That I’m black anywhere inside. Those nasty scum
Need to go back to somewhere somehow and right now.

I know that I’m a bigot. I’m proud to be one.
My maturity level makes that important
Along with the abuse of women and children.
Good old days were of silence. To have them again
Is a fervent fulfillment. No one says I can’t
Be the racist I want to be and have some fun.

Leadership we are made for no matter our style.
Jungle bunnies don’t govern. They just find a way
To make government programs to pamper the poor.
It would thrill me to no end to show one the door
To the darkness that is them. I’ll never betray
My supremacist outlook. We’re here to defile.

Desantisy Land

World Of Horror

Right To Life is the message good Christians digest
But we should not protect children from a disease
That’s indeed a known killer? Hypocrisy reigns
In the sick hearts of those running evil campaigns
For their own selfish purposes. Can someone please
Tell me this isn’t happening? Give it your best.

Terrorized by white privilege and in a state
Of empowered pandemic, those people, I pray,
Who have some sense about them, find ways to escape
From the demon possessed. What is now taking shape
Is a case for mass murder. How can one betray
The respect for life basic? Perhaps it is hate.

If it’s hate and the demon has this much control
Over people’s wellbeing so personally
And beyond all known reason, can forces above
Rush into the abysmal and find in it love?
Those who reach high positions through dishonesty
Suck the life from a nation. In fact, it’s their goal.

Can I blame this on Putin? He did but ignite
What was already present. The hate that grows wild
In this field of the filthy was there from the start.
The momentum is felt as it flows through the heart.
Human rights of this nation, unjustly defiled,
 Still are something for which everyone has to fight.

Blue Shift

Inner Sense Of Direction

Any decrease in wavelength across the spectrum
Of a country divided must show an increase
In the heart-centered frequency of its people.
Zombified, the deplorables haven’t much pull.
Skirmishes will be noted. The madness will cease,
And the saner majority shall overcome.

In the toilet of Putin a mass of feces
Sits and stinks to low Hades of worldwide abuse.
History has not written yet what will unfold.
The sick souls of a small group are bought and controlled.
Human weakness exploited, evil will seduce
Politicians of purpose with relative ease.

In the visible spectrum of light can be seen
All the colors that make up world that is known.
Universal expansion, from our perspective,
Is without and within. And the way that we live
Reflects pitiful light upon how much we’ve grown.
Civil Rights is the target of the hate machine.

Yet, my view is blue shifted. The bias I own
Is of someone who’s hated for simply being.
So, I’ll claim some authority. That is my choice.
Everyone in a free nation has their own voice.
If it don’t do a whole lot, it’s awful freeing
To respond to the bullshit in my chosen tone.

The Confederate Hillbillies

Nightmare Cowboy Saga

It’s a story ‘bout a nation and the ku klux klan
And of every kind of hatred that can be conceived by man.
On some land already taken, their own freedom they pursued
Through the power the musket and the will to delude.

Disenchanted, once they got here, by too much diversity,
They decided this is not the way a country ought to be
So they came up with a system that we call democracy
But it’s only for the ones who are as white as they can be.

They believe in white supremacy and Christianity
And the good old days of lawlessness and wholesale slavery
Only Christian Europeans deserve their own promised land
And to hell with any others who just will not understand.

Does this story have an ending? No! It keeps continuing.
A black chink upon our shining armor only does it bring.
If it’s not for social justice then for what does freedom ring?
Is it for that group of rednecks who find fault with everything?

So, the future of this troubled nation could be seen as bleak.
Firearms and civil unrest are the only ways to speak
And like cowboys in the wild west, those gold nuggets that they seek
Are the ones that come from Russia. This does make us rather weak.

But there’s always hope that human nature will evolve someday
In a way that’s all inclusive and in much less disarray
Every citizen among us has the blessed right to be
In the bounty of a healthy and a sane society.

Heard Immunity

The Continuance Of Aftermath

On approaching the climax of social disease
Evolution of hate networks reaches its peak
Spreading literal violence throughout the land.
Network Spews is the lifeblood we witness firsthand
Through the acts of the populous whose minds are weak.
Can a nation recover from such times as these?

One America, schizoid, is out of control
Believing insurrection must be the right way.
Funded by evil forces with dark network ties,
The proud group of deplorables truly despise
Anyone who is different, and they must play
Vehemently their ill-assumed psychotic role.

Those who’ve heard that a white country is most evolved
And that people of color are a subspecies
Then believe in a white world where all must adhere
To a whitewashed supremacist doctrine in fear.
In a world such as this, white men do as they please
And the issues of living are never resolved.

That’s the way it should be to the ones who forget
That this nation was built by the sweat of non-whites.
It’s been since commandeered by the human ego.
Network Spews is for people who don’t want to know
What is of the truth, especially civil rights.
Those immune to reality are the big threat.

With The Ease Of Disease

The Department of Justice is a biosphere.
It functions as a system for keeping control
Of its body’s behaviors. It does a fine job
Until it’s taken over by creatures who rob
The system of integrity. Now it’s not whole
And things don’t seem as transparent as they appear.

The new Attorney General has a huge task –
To clean up what’s been dirtied over many years.
Focusing his attention on most urgent things,
Like sponsored insurrection and mass hatred, brings
Out of focus the fabric that feeds on our fears.
Would a quick, thorough cleansing be too much to ask?

Give this man time to settle and get his feet wet.
We know that he’s a player on the winning team.
Justice matters to everyone – not just ‘The Law.’
Our frail democracy is one not without flaw.

What occurs now is not the American Dream…
At least not for the many. Indeed it’s a threat.

In the midst of a civil war, a hope and prayer
Is the least one can offer to powers that be
Of the kind for evolving. “We’ll get there some day,”
Uttered nervously from me is trite, in a way.

However, it prepares me to set myself free
Of the matter completely so that I won’t share.

Are You Addressed?

Foundations Of Freedom

A New Nation Conceived… but of what demon seed
That produces a mixed black and white bastard child
Who, at war with itself constantly, must act out
A superior newness… one which is about
Segregation’s revival and hate reconciled
For that part not considered a part of its breed?

That’s one hell of a question! So, let’s break it down.
Those forefathers were pissed off at England, so they
Went and stole them some new land, the old pirate’s way.
Taking on human cargo causes much dismay,
But these merry explorers took it as child’s play
To display fervent hatred for the black and brown.

Yet, it isn’t all of us who feel quite this way…
But enough of a huge chunk to make the child ill.
Would the sickness go back to England with its tail
Between where all that pissed off their fathers prevail?
Can there be a subspecies that harbors ill will
Toward a part of itself? And what price does that pay?

 “…That all men are created equal…” is the gist
Of the lofty idea that set folks apart
From outdated monarchy to newfound freedom
But that cannot happen as long as there are some
Who just came for the ride and would much rather start
Bloody war in a heartbeat, as their acts insist.

Two scores and two centuries ago people were
In a funk existential and most exclusive
In their fresh new ideas and self-righteous goals.
Will our constitution be buck shot full of holes
By a parallel nation of traitors who live
For the wildness of old times that oft’ reoccur?

Who’s Going To Do Something?

Stopping The Momentum Of Evil

All the world’s statisticians give truth that is raw.
So straightforward the science, its transparency
Can be taken for granted. Our whole lives could change
For the ultimate better. It is rather strange
That we don’t choose what’s best for our society.
The life spans of democracies are wrought with flaw.

I know that common sense is ignorable when
One nineteenth the defense budget is spent on peace.
Good health is not as profitable as is sickness,
And it means that some of us cannot have access
To what everyone should have. All crime would decrease
If more people felt worthy and human again.

Greater economic opportunities for
Women and educational ones for children,
The reduction of violence against women…
Are some places where our attention hasn’t been.
If the human condition cannot change, what then?
We don’t play by the numbers. We mess with the score.

Who’s Going To Do Something? It’s all up to us,
And that feels catastrophic right down to the bone.
But this truth is the answer to no question asked.
All democracy suffers, and so we are tasked
To address the condition become too well known…
But to those in authority, superfluous.

The Dream Of Life

...Yet It Seems Almost Real

Awaken from illusion? Which one would that be?
Just as black implies white, self implies the other.
Death brings meaning to life. This is fundamental.
Not a stranger am I in this place where I dwell.
Believing my existence was meant to occur,
Nothing short of a death wish can awaken me.

People are going crazy as far as I see
Or perhaps it’s been ongoing since time began.
We were all meant to be here. If this isn’t true
Then we might as well give up. The grand party zoo
Is far off the deep end and akin to the klan.
Colors true are most vibrant when one is dream free.

Nine eleven was done by the Arabs, so we
Came together as one nation, yet what happened
On the sixth of the first month is nothing to fear.
Perpetrated by white men, it’s perfectly clear
That one chunk of the nation cannot comprehend
What it means to be human most regrettably.

If I dreamed many lifetimes, each of many years,
And I could author all of them as I desire,
I would want for surprise after so many nights.
I would ask for a gamble so sometimes life bites.
God comes into each person that growth may transpire.
If that presence is ignored I nurture my fears.

Story Theater

Storytale Weaving

Once upon a time there was a worthy black man –
One who many supported to take on the task
Of preparing this young nation for a new age.
We The People had spoken. This has caused much rage
Among those white supremacists proud to unmask
Their grotesque ugliness because they’re better than…

Masterminds were the Russians who planned an attack
To the heart of our functioning as a free land
Where hatred is allowed but not criminal acts.
It’s ok though to find ways to single out blacks
To inflict harm upon them. They must understand
That the law is a needle within a haystack.

So, the nation was hijacked. For four hellish years
Daily we were inundated with wicked lies.
Psychic tension unyielding had become the norm.
Turning on some device to another shit storm
Of outrageous behavior became not so wise
But not knowing leads to aggravation of fears.

The orange one-term crook loser still has much control
Of a grand old fart party and all whites who hate.
My black heart is awakened to uncivil rights
That demand exaltation of all the land’s whites.
It’s not likely to happen. What wrath lies in wait
That will swallow this nation and blacken its soul?

Storytelling is commonplace post the disease
That infected this nation and did it great harm.
Those who lose are sore losers and act like children.
The orange rump is now god among wicked white men.
Can the story have an ending where we disarm
Once again like what happened back in the sixties?

Why People Hurt People

Blind Desperation

Civil War is but one thing devolved into two.
When the brain’s hemispheres get along not at all
It is called epilepsy. There’s loss of control
Of the muscular functions. Oneself isn’t whole
When attacks come at random. This is nothing small.
One can’t predict at all when the next one is due.

Trauma is about not being able to feel
All the pain that it causes. The soul is made numb.
Being so cut off from one’s own humanity,
Desperate are behaviors that all others see
As a problem to intricate to overcome.
Every new dawn is swallowed in hopeless ordeal.

Self-destructive behaviors are frustrated by
Self-preservative programming. Clearly at odds,
One must sort through the numbness and draw from the pain
Something that feels like hatred for relative gain.
What society offers completely defrauds
Some of us as truth warriors willing to die.

What has died is the hope for an old way of life
When we were manufacturers with steady jobs.
Drug and alcohol crises and suicide rates
Climbing higher each year is the fate that awaits
Those of us who feel cornered. The menacing mobs
Will not cease their aggression until there’s no strife.

The Hannitary Napkin

Neuter Hygiene

When old men have their periods nothing is worse
Than to be not protected from uncontrolled flow.
The obese orange faced loser while on the golf course
Needs assurance that when it comes out with great force
There will be someone nearby unlike Morning Joe
Who will peddle the bullshit. I think it’s perverse.

Their relationship decades in blossoming mode
Is not one in compliance with anything good.
It’s not by definitions that words have meanings
But in how they are twisted to mean other things.
Multilayered is the fist-fucked fabric understood.
Too much of it seeps through, and to none is it owed.

Long before there was fox news, people just used rags
To absorb heavy leakage periodically.
Nowadays there are assholes who know how to suck
Like the best in the business. This arrogant schmuck
Is the ear-to-rump doctor for his majesty
With accent on the ‘jest’ as in funny freak flags.

Worthwhile and cost effective for neuter hygiene,
This fine Hannity product is just right for those
With weak minds ‘liberated’ to only believe
Those whose craft is in essence to cheat and deceive.
Bigotry is a virtue. Those who dare oppose
Risk the wrath of the fabric that just can’t come clean.

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.

Africanized Forked Tongued Maricopa

A Radic alized Species

A day’s lesson in zoology is the news
Made aggressively in the streets of Lalaland.
Easily they’re excited by smells of bullshit.
Give them feces to feed on… My God! They won’t quit!
No one now recognizes that this is all planned
And pumped straight from the anus of whom all accuse.

The remote master chessman knows well in advance
How his pieces will play out his will, then begone.
So intrenched are his tentacles in our affairs
They feel righteously nice to some. Indeed who cares.
We can’t know how we’re fucked with. We’re not more withdrawn
But more prone to be entertained by circumstance.

These people are bananas! They’re stark fucking mad!
I thought I’d been the nutcase forever ‘til now.
Having been one, I know one, but don’t know them all…
And with these breeding maggots, there’d be no close call.
On I’ll go in damned comfort if I can allow
These assholes to amuse me. That can’t make me sad.

Checking for Asian DNANot for Bamboo –
Is the path of the brain ninja, but I digress…
Why not check for fried rice with traces of soy sauce
Through the most telltale patterns of slant Lissajous
Micro-minded for merit? You folk are a mess!
Next time your ilk go trippin’, I’ll know what to do.

The Zoo That Needs Keeping

Dark Child's Defeat

Doctor’s Ooze of the dark mind germane to the rule
Of the arid republic need be maintained still.
Hideously the hatred – the drumbeat of heart –
Beats nonsense as if nature. Full-on can it smart
Body Politic already bloodstained by will?
It is known and how well it performs as a fuel.

Continue to continue contingent to clue
Contrary by the nature that hangs everyone
Noose-necked-naked-assed nasty nowhere near the goal.
If each cell has a function, each plays its own role.
Rigorously reviled for past deeds freely done,
Insufficient momentum is not a breakthrough.

The Political Body split down the middle
More than ever, the nonsense knows of its near end,
Never ending the downturn each cycle reveals.
Fortunate is the body who better it feels
After deep self-assessment. Each does comprehend
How one makes one’s own drama a perfect riddle.

Going on like this has its own rigor with ways
To cause all who are human to stop and reflect
On what kind of a test we are willing to take.
Do we fail in the end or become more awake
To surviving while maintaining civil respect?
Who alone can have answers to end the malaise?

The Hidden Truth About Politics

We The People Are Blind

Black and White it boils down to… The splitting of hairs
With complex interaction is the only way
To address governmental issues as they come.
It is hard to come up with the best rule of thumb.
Everyone has their duty and role they must play
In the health of the nation’s domestic affairs.

Personalities differ in so many ways
That it’s hard for mere humans to sort it all out.
So people by the thousands were asked to answer
Many hundreds of questions by a computer.
It came up with a model to mitigate doubt
About human behavior that’s worthy of praise.

A Table Periodic for how we behave,
This enlightening Personality Model
Created thirty years ago is what’s behind
Evolution of politics. Two frames of mind
Interact but with tension. They often repel
Each other when solution is what each should crave.

Liberals are holistic. They’re entrepreneurs –
Creative innovators of freedom and flow
Across borders and mindsets. Conservatives are
Conscientious, pragmatic, and not so bizarre
As to stray too dangerously from what they know.
Discussion is the only solution that cures.

That solution’s not easy, as history shows.
But it’s not like we have a choice. Our survival
Depends on evolution as one human race.
No one way is the rightest way in every case.
Each has its unique value to benefit all.
Interdependence is how a good nation grows.

White America First KK Kaucus

The Call To Exterminate

How does one describe hatred ingrained in the soul
Against others too different? It puzzles me
After decades of civil rights. Am I naïve
In my third second childhood? I want to believe
That this nation adores me and that I will be
Treated just as all others. I should play that role.

But the hatred is overt… so up in my face
About pride in their country and how they’ve been wronged.
The dank cauldron of congress contains a sick brew
For weak minds to soak up. What it all boils down to
Is their right to hunt niggers. The fight is prolonged.
The incitement to violence is due to race.

White-hooded Christianity curses this land
Where I was born and raised and would claim as my own
Just as others here like me in every which way.
But to think that I’m loved here is just self-dismay.
Why I’m hated so damned much may never be known.
In the next realm perhaps I can then understand.

But you have no right to send me there at your will.
Your instinct to exterminate isn’t the kind
That humanity thrives on. The reverse is true.
Christ lived not among white folk. Take that as a clue.
Mixing crap with reality fucks with the mind.
You throw tantrums because you’re not able to kill.

Orwell On The Thaw

Catching Up To 1984

Shortly prior to death, his stark warnings of things,
That may come without notice like drying wet paint,
Were recorded by interview decades ago.
His insight was uncanny. Keenly did he know
Human nature, although he wrote with some constraint
Due to TB and the horror that sickness brings.

There will be few emotions… Most certainly fear,
Rage, and triumph over someone who is helpless.
The erotic instinct, once eradicated,
Will abolish the orgasm. People instead
Will be sequenced by gene splicing. Should one express
Any aberrant feelings, one may disappear.

Power intoxication will always exist.
Victory is the thrill felt in mortal combat.
To consider the future imagine a boot
Forever on a human face. Selfish pursuit
Will forever be the most effective format
For approaching life. Needs of others are dismissed.

Loyalty to The Party will be absolute.
Anyone thinking differently will be known
Through mind probing intelligence. The moral here
Is stark ravingly simple and perfectly clear.
This does not have to happen. By free will we own
The decision to change. It’s our sole attribute.

Death Of The Party

Perverse Entertainment

Human drama unfolds as expected these days.
One need not own a TV to sense what is news.
Any person of color can feel the outrage
Of the animal instinct. Upon the world stage
The racist body politic echoes its views
Of righteous indignation and will to abrase.

A sedate subtle simmering has not its peak.
A political time bomb is due to go off
Yet it can’t be determined when it will explode.
I prepare my strange heart for the next episode.
Deep dark damaging hatred is noting to scoff.
Sanity within safety is all that I seek.

My last visit to my bank was just such a test.
The Caucasian bank teller did ask me if I
Added all of the numbers up all on my own
But I chose to ignore her despicable tone
Lest a knee to the neck be my fate if I try
To respond as appropriate. How is this best?

I live not in a nation where I can feel safe
Let alone feel some ownership of my homeland.
Even though proper people now have taken charge
Civil war is a chronic event by and large.
The nature of the hatred I can’t understand.
All I know is I’m feeling much more like a waif.

The Squalid

The "Deplorable" Ones

Someone called them ‘deplorable’ once. The Term Fits
More so right now than ever. They’re getting much worse.
Other ‘civilized’ countries take pity on us.
We’re the ripped open scab that is now oozing puss.
The much more first world nations consider our curse
A surreal evolution that evil permits.

Such a team of fine leaders – indeed but the best…
All the Tuberville’s, Jordan’s, McCarthy’s, Hawley’s,
Lauren Boebert’s, Ted Cruz’s, and sick Taylor Greene’s…
Have top notch educations and provident means
To support filth and violence. Scum such as these
Are the brains of the business of social unrest.

Never had it been done. To come up with a plan
So crazy it just might work takes some kind of nerve.
With the flag of the nation crumpled in their minds,
Wild conspiracy theories and lies of all kinds
Spark the sickness in childish ones who they subserve
In commission of high crimes befitting the klan.

We all know of their names now. What they almost did
Was their damnedest endeavor to make the alt-right
A new change in direction. They will try again.
May this world be relieved of the scourge of white men?
They may think they have power to keep up the fight,
But the numbers defeat them and usher their rid.

After The Riots

Foresight Post Trauma

A diehard chump supporter, not feeling at ease
Even though it’s a dark stage, is mostly unseen.
That’s because he’s a coward who will only share
His psychosis verbosely with heartfelt despair
If he remains anonymous. Mental hygiene
Is of newsworthy focus and analyses.

 Self-described as soft spoken, this family man
Made a trek across country to participate
In the great resurrection and stopping the steal.
Knowing not what is hogwash from that which is real,

All these ‘boys’ groups of stunted growth live but to hate,
And the wages of such is a shorter lifespan.

As if Alice in Wonderland married Sambo
And gave birth to some colored dwarfs, then took a vow
To denounce her snow whiteness – these poor folk are sick!
Like lost bullshit dispensers, they lay it on thick.
Any trick of the mind they will use to allow
Complete justification for their redneck show.

Their false godhead betrayed them, yet some still have hope
That return to the good times of wholesome hatred
May enforce understanding that racial divide
Is the way God intended. Malefic white pride
Is the scourge of the nation because it’s widespread.
Waiting for their next orders, in limbo they cope.

“Don’t believe what they tell you; they’re all full of lies,”
The conservative mantra is echoed worldwide.

Bigotry is convenience in making things fit.
Yet some facts in the mix that they try to omit
Are that people of color have nothing to hide
And things won’t change to suit them despite futile tries.

No Fear

An End To Suffering

(A Time/Place Appropriate Interpretation Of
“Where The Mind Is Without Fear” by Rabindranath Tagore)


Where the mind is without fear and the head is held
High by nature and posture for citizens all
Is a place of contentment, freedom to exist
In a state that is healthy with strength to resist
Governmental dementia, and all one would call
Paradise in a nutshell most unparalleled.

It is where knowledge is free for rich and for poor –
Whose McJobs, two or three, barely do make ends meet.
All people have the right to good education.
Privilege is a blessing upon everyone.
Grand Old People care not if we’re left in the street.
To all citizens it should be an open door.

What breaks us into fragments is easily seen.
Things like social classes, religion, color, creed,
And so on toward infinity, tear us apart.
There will always be those who are bitter of heart.
With our hate-spangled history, how we proceed
Leaves one doubtful that closure will wipe the slate clean.

Words come out from the depth of the truth in the space
Where my countrymen speak what they feel honestly.
Truthfulness is a virtue, and hypocrites are
Not guided by clear thinking. The right will go far
To induce insurrection. The world that they see
Is a cruel one divided by gender and race.

Ever-Widening thought and action are called for.
With mentality shallow yet tightly focused,
One has lost what is human. The heart has grown cold.
The enrichment of thinking that’s not mind-controlled
Both broadens horizons and allows all to trust
In divine intercession amid civil war.

The Importance Of Polidicks

Pillars Of Leadership

Nations need rock hard structure. The call to erect
A firm system of government for people who
Are by fate nonindigenous to stolen land
Is one most patriotic and perfectly grand.
Governmental management is set up to screw
Everyone but the worthy in cold disrespect.

Polidicks is an insecure noun even though
It may look like it’s plural. It loves to deceive
Through misrepresentation of relative fact.
Is this not how the pimps of the ghettos must act?
The perversion of leadership some may perceive
As a derelict dick dance and carnival show.

 We believe in a commonwealth headed by dicks,
But the kind that are female must rent a strap-on
And appear to be masculine yet with some grace.
It helps much if the woman/man has a cute face
And sucks up to the real dicks who think that their brawn
Is their birthright to battery and foolish tricks.

The importance of polidicks, once it is known
By the asshole gorillas whose knuckles grow raw,
May enlighten the awful body polidick.
The behaviors of cavemen on stage is quite sick.

What we have now are people who stand for the law.
It is refreshing to have leaders who are grown.

Penis Envy

Cocks Strutting And Roosting

They all wish they had penises and some backbone
Since the time they were babies because they still are.
Between three and six years of emotional age
Is the period once known as the phallic stage.
Full grown men with this deficit aren’t up to par.
Arrogance and brute measures are all they condone.

Handicapped and ill-treated they feel at the loss
Of what most other men have. Someone they must blame
For their manhood arrested. Castration complex
When near powerful ones of the opposite sex
Can afflict them severely. Not knowing of shame,
Anything they will do to get their point across.

The republican party now is a cesspool.
The strong stench of fecality thickens the air
With disgusting male chauvinist racial banter.
Is it now normal that bad behavior occur
Among elected leaders? Should anyone care?
Some have put their blind faith in the closing Old School.

So amazingly blatant, the stereotype
Is grotesquely more obvious than one can take
With a mountain of salt or but one single grain.
While a chunk of our government appears insane,
I have learned to keep cognizant of what’s at stake.
Unevolved masculinity is phallic hype.

Conspiracy Spells?

Products of Paranoia

One leap out of reality into escape,
Where the answers to questions come packaged neatly,
Jagged pieces of many odd puzzles befit
An acceptable story for those of dim wit
And a weakness of will to the ill that they see
Like a dark witch’s spell seeking lost souls to rape.

Covert masters of chaos networked the world wide
Are the spell casters crafted to access the mind’s
Unprotected control centers, and with the skill
That can get wayward masses to go out and kill.
Just one sip from the cauldron effectively blinds
The hindsight of the conscience that is satisfied.

In the heart of the theorist what can be found
Can’t be known in clear detail for others to see.
But the madness in common – not shared by the whole –
Is about race and gender and total control
Over lives of all others. I may not agree
But the right to free will in this nation is sound.

Every creature earthbound knows conspiracy spells
Only pain and destruction upon whom it’s cast.
Now that we’re more divided, the old and the new
Amplify the dilemma. One thing that is true
Is that times that are past don’t come back and then last.
Why not lose your delusions and bid your farewells?

Goddess Becoming

The Emergent Rebalance

Can a flesh and blood woman a goddess become
In a less brutal world safe from ever burning
For commission of consciousness? As any man
With enough dick supporting his exclusive plan
Becomes god-like in essence, it is an odd thing
That our God has an ego. Where did that come from?

Where spiritual processes were most widespread
Across Europe, eradication took its toll.
Organized religion and the crimes it commits
Punctuate human history. Who benefits
But the men in authority having control
Over lives by inflicting accusative dread?

  Devil women are troublesome. What they impose
Upon civil society is perception
And a deep understanding of how people feel.
Until we achieve balance we are not ideal
As a first world excuse for a world class nation.
Dominance of the masculine anyone knows.

But new changes are coming. As cycles repeat,
This one has had a long run and has reached its end.
Women who were called witches are women today
As they were through mass murder. Now they pave the way
To a much brighter future. They are a godsend.
No longer will our puzzle remain incomplete.

An Age Of Emotional Nourishment

The Freedom Of Relief

A new era is consummate. Many rejoice
And look forward to healing which now has begun.
They’re not storybook heroes, the ones we elect,
But they’re who we look up to and give our respect.
The horror of the last age is now come undone
By majority power of popular voice.

We’re one big happy family? This isn’t so,
Nor was it ever meaningful as an ideal.
It took Satan to show us what we hold inside
That extinguishes light and delights in false pride.
If all hell didn’t break loose, we’d never get real
To the fear-spangled hatred that won’t let us grow.

And the growth of the nation means that all belong.
Those who want things another way… Find your own land
Far away from the union who cries for relief
From psychotic seclusion and southern fried grief.
Thankfully I’ll not know of your evil first hand.
What I’d felt since my childhood is not proven wrong.

Broken is not the family mired in abuse.
Therapy for the trauma prescribed by a team
With a feeling for justice and human value
As emotional creatures to bring comfort to
Is accepted by all who believe in the Dream
Of one nation united but not by the noose.

Transition

The Current of Change

To Transist is a Function of body and soul.
Through the base thought emitter behavior occurs
From earth’s ground to the positive for history.
So Transist equals Function infinitively.
Technological blurring creates social slurs
Inconsistent with all components as a whole.

That’s how damned complicated the system must be
To ensure the protection of those we elect.
Bullet proofing behavior between love and fear
Is the fast current flowing. Expecting severe
Hostile intent to manifest, all must protect
And defend what we stand for. That’s simple to me…

…Yet too easy to say as what’s fated transpires
And the news networks niggle the narrow escapes
And catastrophes thwarted by sharp eagle eyes.
By God’s grace we’re inventive which surely implies
That we can be a lot more than mean hairy apes
Swinging dick-like in rhythm with hurtful desires.

Just as any Transition from hell to new light
This one mutates significance to the degree
That the Substrate of We The People comes to know
Normalcy electoral, as we are the flow
Become current and rectified powerfully
By renewed faith in government doing things right.

Heritage

The Origin Of All

Before chicken or egg comes the mindset in which
Human nature takes on a grotesque atmosphere.
Tribes among us belonging to no other tribe
But their own feel that they own their negative vibe
That the healthy pick up on. To what they adhere
Is not worthy of mention. It makes the heart twitch.

 Groups of boys are the threat now – as proud as can be…
But of what? Their pure whiteness? Or is it their youth?
Adolescent behavior among grown adults
Was allowed to run rampant with deadly results.
Their gender and stupidity keep them uncouth.
Other groups of color protest violence free.

Still the binary treatment remains in the craw
Of we who were called ‘colored’ way back in the day.
One could say it’s a cancer in our human race
But whatever its name, as a race, we must face
Or be doomed to destruction the proud infants’ way.
It’s not all a surprise that they’re friends with the law.

Heritage is tradition – something handed down
To future generations. All forefathers now
Look upon us from spirit and do not condone
‘Prideful’ acts of their offspring through which it is shown
That their pride, ego based, is perverted somehow.
We’re one part of creation, but we’re not the crown!

Clearing The Air

Revealing A Bettier View

To resolve any problems and settle the facts
Of the case between entities is to wipe clear
The imagined transparency of dirt and grime
And debris it accumulates after some time.
What is seen before cleaning consumes me in fear
That I am one of many unnatural acts.

“There will be times of tension,” my mother told me
When I was but a wee one, but I understood.
If I’m conscious, it can be used creatively.
Compromise and commitment are learned easily
If the focus directed is meant to make good
On avoidance of conflict. It’s how life should be.

The acquired open enemy’s thoughts are revealed
And give me confirmation ill feelings run deep
Among too awful many for fuzzy warm bliss.
I’ve encountered their cold. There is nothing I miss.
I do not own the sickness to feel hurt, then weep.
My Bopeep nonexistent requires no such shield.

How do I set the tone among people at large
For our safe interaction given what is known?
The answer, trite and meaningless, is to remain
As detached from ill harm as oneself can sustain.
The advantage I have is I’m happy alone.
I can deal with myself, and each one can take charge.

A Safe Path From The Past

Sole Escape Route To Survival

Bittersweet is the taste of a triple play win.
All three pillars of government have become blue.
But the danger still present will not go away.
What we most have to deal with was put on display
For the world and our ugly selves. Those acts of few
That resulted in murder are graver than sin.

We know what’s at the root of the insanity
Of the disgruntled millions who want to see change
Back to Civil War times when the lives of value
Were those only of white men. The rest of us knew
To succumb to the mindset or something not strange
Like a hard public whipping is what all would see.

  We’re a nation divided. This isn’t fresh news.
But it must be accepted, examined, and owned
Lest the cycle continue on unendingly.
Hatred isn’t unique to us, but others see
How in us it is triggered and widely condoned
Easily and with vigorous will to abuse.

And thank goodness for Georgia, the state of the peach
And of powerful women who turn their defeat
Into something miraculous nationally.
It is my time to celebrate, but I must be
Cognizant of the dangers most real and concrete
Among people ensnared by the values they breach.

Home Is Where The Toilet Is

Hearth Of The Waste

When the bowels need to move there’s no solace like home.
Anywhere else but there is profusely obscene.
Public places provided for people at large
Are a blessing. They help anyone to take charge
Of the business of flushing the full colon clean.
When the call comes, you don’t want a forest to roam.

But at home is the perfect place and much preferred
By most humans. It’s simply a matter of taste.
For some creatures the great halls of congress are fine.
Only those like them would call their actions benign.
Animals of this nature who speak with their waste
Reenact racist sentiment and without word.

I keep my shit in one place. It isn’t out there
Where the public may smell it. It’s not that I’m shy.
There’s no place like the toilet for madness and hate.
If folks did this in private their shit would be straight.
If they call themselves human then one must ask why
They see life from the toilet and don’t seem to care.

 Where the heart is is home. I know that beyond doubt.
Like my home and most others’, it’s where love is born.
And from there it is nurtured so that people grow
To certain understandings. Some acts are below
Those of civilized humans, and only forewarn  
Of the odor among all with feces to tout.

The Not Civil Cold War

Eternity of the Feud

We’ll go off and do our own thing. We don’t need you!
Monarchy is a menace. We don’t want a king
Or a queen to rule over us. We Declare War.
Virgin land we will conquer. Our will to explore
We inherited from you, and now it will bring
What we’ll call a new nation. The time has come due.

But we’ve taken you with us along with some things
To make us look inclusive and of open heart
As the ones used as tools by the sweat of their backs
Build the wealth of our nation that we may relax.
And because they’re not like us, we must say apart.
Is this not the behavior of rich queens and kings?

It has taken a short time for us to evolve
To the point where dissension among us is felt
With regard to ‘the other’ who must be maintained
As our psychic scapegoat. And it must be restrained
Lest the ice in our reddish blue blood starts to melt
Which becomes then a catastrophe to resolve.

Civil War is a coldness declared in duress
By the now needy nation whose face the world sees
As grotesqueness united in having no shame.
What is human about us cannot make us tame.
Our bone-chilling behavior does make the heart freeze.
It’s too cold to be hell. Can I feel any less?

The Compassionate Warrior

Empathic Independence

Women are most compelling and independent.
Not in need of a male anchor with a short chain,
They’ve evolved into citizens and wise leaders.
A man’s compassion cannot be greater than hers.
Recognizing her presence, true balance we’ll gain
And the good grace of what our values represent.

Somewhat like Esmeralda, outspoken and strong,
Hate and discrimination women don’t accept
Against themselves nor others. Their magical gifts
Create law from a place where the spirit uplifts
The best human resource. For too long it’s been kept
A grotesque machine structure where most don’t belong.

Bravery, sense of humor, and empathy for
Those she has taken charge of are traits to behold
In one physical presence elected to be
Ballistic of intelligence effectively.
It is right that the statue retain the blindfold
But the woman of justice is meant to see more.

 If two dicks by the hand is worth one anywhere
There may be a bush burning way out of control,
Then strong cunt stands for country and proper respect
For the laws of our nation. The need to protect
What we almost lost grip of is now in our soul.
True women are the part of us who teach us care.

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.

Controlling Reactive Behavior

Working With The Inner Beast

From the state of New Kansas where now I reside,
Having not moved while sleeping to some other land,
I cry out to the sane ones who we’ve left behind
Back on earth with the freedom to not be aligned
With the plan of sedition. Must I understand
That my worst dreaded nightmare is courted with pride?

I’m already reactive… explosive at times
In a world that is normal, and I do my best
To remember to honor the sickness and learn
To predict the ill onset of heated concern
From a space of awareness and thus put to rest
Any kind of intention resulting in crimes.

What a lawful prescription for seizing control
Of reactive behavior! Like losing one’s bowels
At the push of a button some have access to,
I cannot let the circumstance render me blue.
The behavior red-neck-like of white men with scowls
Complements the tri-color scheme burnt in my soul.

Not quite like the Jim Jones effect, this one with ease
Has achieved mass hypnosis. But folks come half way
And some quite a bit further to highlight their hate.
Pre-convinced, they are moved to an ecstatic state
By the arrogant loser who must save their day
And be forever tied to their leader’s feces.

I must remember one thing. That is to be cool
Amid seeming collapse of my world as I know.
Justified is my panic and utter heartache.
Commonality is like the bite of a snake
To its own tail. Not knowing the cause of its woe,
It must then play the role of the flamboyant fool.

A Cut Through The Chase

A Reawakening to 'The Dream'

Is the chasing of wild geese more right than the tame?
What the mind will run after without a real goal
Is its own misperceptions that grow out of fear
That the ways of seclusion may soon disappear.
With no sense of direction they need the control
Of an arrogant leader who knows not of shame.

It is through repetition the con game is played.
In most rapid succession the lies that are spewed
Are the same, yet each has an ill-fated effect
On those ones of us programmed to withhold respect
For select populations. The urge to exclude
In the hearts of so many makes children afraid.

Citizens not susceptible happen to be
In a group with one label. In monochrome view,
Some enact their nostalgia for the good old days.
The intense subtle training through pre-adult phase
Melds the mind’s microprocessor for what to do
When they’re called to hate duty spontaneously.

Is the way to cut through this simply to take part
In what I am a part of by natural right?
Does it mean feeling troubled and losing much sleep
Keeping up with the counting of sycophant sheep
Planning ways to do harm to me, and there’s no fight?
What I can do is write more, as it calms my heart.

Final Duties

Spiteful Acts On Departure

Ain’t it just like a nigger to act the damned fool
When there’s nothing to do but to bow gracefully.
But his kind are deficient and rather uncouth.
They are mentally lazy and lacking in truth.
It is right that this dark one be hanged from a tree
For his acts of treason and tyrannical rule.

The next beast shall rise surely within a few years.
This one has made a breeding ground like a ghetto,
Or a trailer park haven hog tied to the past,
Where direct insurrection does but flabbergast
The dumbstruck with amazement by such a lame show.
Now the door is swung open, but who on earth cheers?

Those would be those off color who glorify hate
And are driven by greed and their lust for power.
If and when they lose bigly, they are driven mad.
The resorting to destructive acts is quite sad.
To behold the beast whimper is what I’d prefer.
It facilitates healing that most yet await.

There’s no proper transition forthcoming this time.
The toddler now in office will not say goodbye.
So instead, there’s destruction and acts done in spite.
And four tenths of the country will swear that he’s right.
This old, fat, ugly loser gives it one last try
Perhaps not even knowing that it’s all a crime.

Serenades Of Sedition

The Simmering Unrest

The Wild Western Empire has expanded beyond
What contiguous statehood cannot comprehend
As a song of seduction. Sedition is clear
In the eyes of sore losers who madly adhere
To the awfully bad actor who they must defend
While not caring the least bit that they have been conned.

As it was, and is now, and forever shall be
Blown along with the sagebrush and acid hot dust
Is the thickness of hatred in bitter belief
That if I’m not of their kind then I am a thief.
All that I have accomplished must fuel their disgust.
In the blindness, an enemy is made of me.

The song keeps getting louder and won’t go away.
The replay of post trauma I did not expect
To recur in my lifetime. Am I again wrong
For believing that blacks and whites can get along?
The drum beat is deep rooted and has the effect
Of a discordant weapon that savages play.

Warriors are not made or born. They just exist
As strategic abstractions that must take on form
When the duty to slaughter the other is called.
The grand party of outlaws, though they be outlawed,
Leave no peace for the restless amid the dust storm.
What I get from it is how to write with a fist.

The Better Leader?

The Critical Political

There’s a need for mnemonics in binary states
Where the currents recycling between the two parts
Change electoral motion force by the decree
Of the law made in earnest. No physics degree
Is required for the knowing that warms bitter hearts.
We but need to remember that we own our fates.

Components are opponents according to law.
Inductive and capacitive, each plays the role
Of exchanger of resources and energy,
Yet their styles differ greatly as common folk see.
Current is as to voltage as heart is to soul.
Deeds of those lost in office are due to come raw.

Current stands for our input. Voltage is pressure
That we put on our leaders to do what is right
By the rule of democracy, as it should be.
The big difference between AC and DC
Is the faith in connection that must improve sight,
And to be re-reminded is but to endure.

Enter ELI, the ICE man, a figment faithful
From the pit of absurdity to the rescue
 Of a species uncommon. When our wants and needs
Lead the push to fulfillment, the nation succeeds
As an integral circuit. It’s long overdue.
From eyes blinded, it’s now time to cast away wool.