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 Jul 2020 ConnectHook
july hearne
the pregnant husband eventually had the baby
and referred to it as a they
it would have been wrong to force a gender on the child
chromosomes and genitalia are not valid voices,
they are only systemic bigots

dangerous, yet powerless
useless but busy tools
every hour of the day

i spend the hours of the day
distracted by the sirens and helicopters
and screams of stupid infantile adults
young and old and dangerous, yet powerless
useless but busy tools
disabled comments and pepper spray too
 Jul 2020 ConnectHook
july hearne
the male authority figures are strong and hard
to push through
but you keep at it
until they cop swallow you

lengthen your hemlines ladies,
the future doesn't want anything to do with you
roald dahl nailed you pretty good

you delete, you delete,
impaired and in the streets

at first i thought you were like the clockwork orange kids,
but then you appeared as yourselves, much more like
the ****** up people of all ages in the wicker man
walking jester up the hill

devil's jesters i guess
where will you find your devil's jester next
(also native americans owned Black slaves)
 Jul 2020 ConnectHook
july hearne
strewn around, and dismembered
of reason, this won't be any kind of revolution

tools are not revolutionary,
they are not the ones who will change the laws
that is decided by the power of the few

systemic is their favorite word
and there is a whole lot more systemic
where they come from and where
they will soon force you to go

the good news is you will go willingly,
no one cares about the violations
of your integrious corpses,
not even you really

at this point, you are already donating
your children

karl marx, the slave owner,
will see to it that you too
endorse slavery, but don't you already

all the signs are there
all your subhumanity,
and beheadings in the last days,

any culture that beheads
forgoes humanity
can we all be equal
if the screaming mobs
praying to themselves and false gods
are no longer human

what the ***** of babylon loves most
is the **** of your children
and you are all so agreeably inclined to greet her.
Agence France-Presse in Paris

Thu 9 Jul 2020 14.10 EDTLast modified on Thu 9 Jul 2020 14.32 EDT


Authorities in France will investigate claims that human corpses donated for science were left to rot and be eaten by rats at a university research facility, the Paris prosecutor’s office has said.

An investigation into “violations of the integrity of a corpse” was handed over to magistrates by prosecutors who handled the initial phase of the investigation after l’Express magazine reported the scandal last November.

The newspaper said the remains of thousands of people who donated them for research were discovered in abhorrent conditions at the Centre for Body Donations (CDC) of Paris Descartes University.

Bodies were strewn around naked, dismembered, piled one on top of the other, with a severed head lying on the floor, l’Express reported, describing the scene, photographed in 2016, as resembling a mass grave. Some body parts were decomposing, others lay there chewed by rats amid overflowing bin bags containing pieces of flesh.

Frederic Douchez, a lawyer for families who pressed charges, said of Thursday’s announcement: “This is very good news.”

Investigating magistrates, he said, had much wider powers to get to the bottom of the affair.

Nearly 80 complaints have so far been lodged. The revelations caused the French government to order the shuttering of the centre and an administrative inspection by a panel which said in June the university was guilty of “serious ethical breaches” in its management of the CDC.

The centre, opened in 1953, was the largest of its kind in Europe, and until its closure received hundreds of donated bodies every year.
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
Beyond the glaze of headlights
On rain-slick onyx streets
Beyond skyscraper canyons
Where auburn smog's discrete
As it blends with the raindrops
The dirt & clouds there meet
Beyond the filthy City
There is a place so sweet.

Beyond rose scented Gardens
Filled with honey'd dew
Beyond the Cypress Colonnades
Where the Italians woo
Beyond the sugar beachpaths
Where the Sawgrass grew
look up where the Moon is
You will know it's true.

Beyond the small town quaintness
Mornings in the Sun
Where people still get to know you
You can greet everyone
Beyond delicious Bakery smells
Of bread and hot cross buns

Beyond the crime filled crucible
Where it's understood
You only live to 25
IF your luck is good
Beyond the rat **** jungle
Where evil is afoot
Beyond the teeming tenements
The place that's called The 'Hood

Beyond the farms and wheatfields
The ranches to the West
Beyond the Red Rock gullies
Where are you can, your soul, divest
Beyond the Eagles Echo cries
Beyond the doves white breast
There is a place for you to go
As time will attest

A place above the billows
Above the speckled sky
Shivering with sequins
A place so very high
Where space and time lose meaning
And matter is a sigh
Won't you travel with me?
Must you always question why?
A place where you are lost & found
Beyond the nebulae

Here on Earth we stumble
This weighted world to plod
It seems we've leaden sandals
As we go roughshod
We look to our leaders
And others to applaud
I find it very humorous
Yes, so very odd
That we should look up always

At everything but God.

Catherine Jarvis
7/8/2020

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 Jul 2020 ConnectHook
july hearne
there is good news for all the people
who are too good and too smart for God:
He has no more plans for them
He is done with them
He is no longer watching out for them

the seals might have finally been breaking, but
the racist firecrackers were going off
so they could not hear

though the valley carries sound all the way up the hill
why just the night before
i had heard the sirens

approaching the interstate
where the all mighty women
flew across the highway
soon to die for nothing,
soon to die for themselves
and only themselves, but still nothing
how the almighty women flew

what will you do
when cancel culture cancels you
and you lose your job to one of those little white/asian/hispanic/arabic/whatever kind is not you kids
who report you to HR for being an uncle tom and a race traitor
and get you fired because it's the only
right thing to do to end all the racial divisiveness
caused in this country
all by donald trump and fredrick douglas of course
 Jul 2020 ConnectHook
Bardo
O! Bake me a cake of your lovely
   sweet ****
And I'll eat it, savouring every bite
How I'd love to collapse my face right
   into it....

That throne upon which she sits
The sheer arrogance magnificence of
   it.

O! I've been up her hills
And down her valleys
But I ain't ever seen anything
Like her two cheeky Charlies.

O! I love their lazy swagger
Would love them served to me on a
   platter.

Her wonderful pert and Queenly
   bottom
Her splendid imperious behind.

So you can keep your views on
   Donald Trump
And fundamentalist religion
Me! All I want are thoughts of you
And your beautiful curvaceous
   bottom.
A girlfriend of mine send me a lovely photo of her bottom, trying to entice me LOL.
 Jul 2020 ConnectHook
Sanjana
This is the journal of the dead,
The one that reads of misery and plight.
Pain, sorrow, tears un-wiped.
Will, I read it? Yes, I might!

He smiled and laughed through the unhappiness received,
He probably forgot that eyes could deceive.

He drank champagne till his empty heart-filled,
His soul wasn't empty, filled with guilt.

His skin was embellished with cuts and scars,
His mind within him ripped him apart.

He walked till the end, till the edge of every cliff,
Through paths lit with fires and lanes filled with pyres.

He waited for long and lost everything coming along,
Broken pieces un-joint, falling way behind time.

He cried and wept through every coming night,
Till his face turned pale and tears were denied.

He had to depart with a smile on his face,
It was finally the end, of an unendurable phase.

This is the journal of the dead,
Of the one that cried, but never lied.
Of the one broken, yet the one who never broke.
Of the one that died, leaving all behind.
The sufferings of a man through out his life until he rested in peace at the end.
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