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ConnectHook Jul 2020
Pay no mind
To the brown agitator
Stirring the Pre-Columbian ***,
Hating on the West.

Lend no ear
To the white propagandist
Spewing half-baked Marxism
From a podium of dysfunction.

Give no place
To the black militant
Scowling sullenly
In her queer Afrocentricity.

These voices are symptoms;
They are angry ghosts
Of dead souls
Who exchanged God

For a lie.
Agit-propping up
a failing state...
  Jul 2020 ConnectHook
Rich Hues
A twisted
Column
Of grime,
No metre
Wordplay
Or rhyme,
An artform
For those
Without
Talents
And the
Lonely
Who lack
                            Balance.
  Jul 2020 ConnectHook
Vera City
Haunted by words
unsaid hope and fear unite
The future is not written
All but hidden in plain sight

Innocence welcomes winds of change
The calm before the storm
Reform, recourse, reaction
Everywhere
Uniform

New threat
New law
New normal
What's done now shall it remain?
Digital connection
Parroted refrain

Solutions from the experts
Make haste, emergency!
Only time can answer...
For the love of philanthropy

Close
Disclose
We distance
All for our safety
Report
Resort to witness
The price?
Sweet liberty

Oh! Mighty saviour on high
Prophetic Algorithmic eye
Who will prosper
Who will perish
Freedom
to live or die

Can it be that all around us
Greed and power tighten grip?
The band played on
Lest we forget
Down with the unsinkable ship

Mother earth how she is plundered
Controlled consumption now ensues
Vested interest
Turn a profit
Are you tempted to abuse?

Future still remains uncertain
So much joy in every day
Rite of passage
Right of movement
Withdraw
Stay home
Stay

Stronger now
For there are answers
To the questions you may seek
The truth
It won't come easy
Too weak
Too meek
To speak

words of reason
Oh so grateful
For the seeds lovingly sown
We know not what lies before us
Though examples clearly shown

Finding purpose in a passion
Create intention with an art
We all stand in time together
And we each will play our part
ConnectHook Jul 2020
The Lord’s own eternal immaculate Church,
(Spotless bride whom the godless and devils besmirch)
Will descend from the heavens when Satan has vanished,
When saints have been raptured and sinners are banished.

Apart from the fact that it’s pure allegory,
The nuptial allure appears revelatory:
A metaphor fit for the honeymoon bed
Where prophetic obsessions and Eros are wed.

Mammalian ecstasies muddy the waters.
We wallow in mire with God’s warm-blooded daughters
Adoring the carnal attractions of Eve
Where no parables speak and no prophets deceive.

I cherish the cycles of amorous life:
Getting ***** enough to make use of my wife.
Her feminine treasures are what I go seeking
When love flows between us and hormones are peaking.

But then, there are days of dull marriage dysfunction
(like faith without prayer or His Word with no unction)
Which force one to ask what one saw in one’s bride:
Her interior beauty . . .  or lustrous outside?

Or was it her lack of a grasp of theology
Making us reach for more basic biology?

Brides will be brides, though the heat may diminish
and Eros, like poems, must finally finish.
Of course YOU have never asked yourself
“Why on earth did I marry this creature ?”

You blesséd bridegroom you...
ConnectHook Jul 2020


Study Jonestown.

Study the microcosm:
same old socialist
tyrant on the loudspeaker:
revolutionary compound,
demon king enthroned
in his pavilion;
feudal lord
having his way
with all his nubile daughters;
the inner circle
with the automatic weapons.



Jim Jones
was a star.
no Little Richard, he . . .
no wannabe white nights
of James Browns . . .
away with your Elvises
your Supremes . . .  
lightweight crooners all:
mere Marilyn Mansons.

But Reverend Jones
played the REAL funk,
the TRUE soul music.

There is earth.
There is wind, and sometimes
fire.

But Jonestown, LIVE
that was a show, brothers and sisters.

When Reverend Jones was at the mike
it was serious as hell.

(Father knows best.)



same old lies / same old poison
spiritual wickedness / lost souls recycled for hell
communes / community / communism

(heard all this **** before):

strident calls for Social Justice / the Social Gospel / Socialist Delusion

Father knows how it ends.

Drink up, brothers and sisters:

it's closing time.
Jonestown as microcosm, metaphor, fable and allegory:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PdnMRkkKfaA
ConnectHook Jul 2020
Save me, O God; for the waters are come in unto my soul.

I sink in deep mire, where there is no standing:
I am come into deep waters, where the floods overflow me.

I am weary of my crying: my throat is dried:
mine eyes fail while I wait for my God.

They that hate me without a cause
are more than the hairs of mine head:
they that would destroy me,
being mine enemies wrongfully,
are mighty:
then I restored that which I took not away.

O God, thou knowest my foolishness;
and my sins are not hid from thee.

Let not them that wait on thee, O Lord God of hosts,
be ashamed for my sake:
let not those that seek thee be confounded for my sake,
O God of Israel.

Because for thy sake I have borne reproach;
shame hath covered my face.

I am become a stranger unto my brethren,
and an alien unto my mother's children.

For the zeal of thine house hath eaten me up;
and the reproaches of them that reproached thee
are fallen upon me.

When I wept, and chastened my soul with fasting,
that was to my reproach.

I made sackcloth also my garment;
and I became a proverb to them.

They that sit in the gate speak against me;
and I was the song of the drunkards.

But as for me, my prayer is unto thee, O Lord,
in an acceptable time:
O God, in the multitude of thy mercy hear me,
in the truth of thy salvation.

Deliver me out of the mire, and let me not sink:
let me be delivered from them that hate me,
and out of the deep waters.

Let not the waterflood overflow me,
neither let the deep swallow me up,
and let not the pit shut her mouth upon me.

Hear me, O Lord; for thy lovingkindness is good:
turn unto me according to the multitude of thy tender mercies.

And hide not thy face from thy servant;
for I am in trouble: hear me speedily.

Draw nigh unto my soul, and redeem it:
deliver me because of mine enemies.

Thou hast known my reproach, and my shame,
and my dishonour:
mine adversaries are all before thee.

Reproach hath broken my heart; and I am full of heaviness:
and I looked for some to take pity, but there was none;
and for comforters, but I found none.

They gave me also gall for my meat;
and in my thirst they gave me vinegar to drink.

Let their table become a snare before them:
and that which should have been for their welfare,
let it become a trap.

Let their eyes be darkened, that they see not;
and make their ***** continually to shake.

Pour out thine indignation upon them,
and let thy wrathful anger take hold of them.

Let their habitation be desolate; and let none dwell in their tents.

For they persecute him whom thou hast smitten;
and they talk to the grief of those whom thou hast wounded.

Add iniquity unto their iniquity:
and let them not come into thy righteousness.

Let them be blotted out of the book of the living,
and not be written with the righteous.

But I am poor and sorrowful:
let thy salvation, O God, set me up on high.

I will praise the name of God with a song,
and will magnify him with thanksgiving.

This also shall please the Lord
better than an ox or bullock that hath horns and hoofs.

The humble shall see this, and be glad:
and your heart shall live that seek God.

For the Lord heareth the poor, and despiseth not his prisoners.

Let the heaven and earth praise him,
the seas, and every thing that moveth therein.

For God will save Zion, and will build the cities of Judah:
that they may dwell there, and have it in possession.

The seed also of his servants shall inherit it:
and they that love his name shall dwell therein.

Psalm 69 [KJV]
  Jul 2020 ConnectHook
John F McCullagh
It was easy to Love you, Columbia,
When you were young and fair.
Then opportunity was boundless;
Your land was rich beyond compare.

True you were born in conflict
And the years were not always kind.
Some say they have cause to hate you;
That to injustice you’ve been blind.

Evil men have harmed you
With their crass cupidity.
This current crop of “leaders”
Blunder repeatedly.

You do not stand as tall and strong
As when I met your first.
I see worry lines around your eyes
This year has been the worst.

Still, with all your imperfections,
None could take the place of you.
You still can take my breath away
Draped in Red white and blue.
A love letter to America for her birthday , despite all her faults, she is the last best hope of humanity
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