#executioner
Judge, Jury and Executioner
Grudge, Unruly and T-Rex Dinosaur
Munch, Lunch and Gulp
Yours truly,
The Judge, Jury and Executioner eaten by the T-Rex
Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 3:24 PM UTC
~~~
*write the scriptures,
the Book of Me,
with authorship
exposed on the books cover,
of every word have ever writ
flawed, ignored, rejected,
necessary to self-publish
upon the unpapered internet,
where words are ionized
I take an oath,
self-administered,
oath sworn upon mine own scripture,
testify before a jury of my peers,
me, myself and I
what you read,
is not imaginary,
I am real,
you are realizing
each of us has a truthful name,
in spite of acronymic disguises employed,
and wearing it,
here, upon this.....line dotted,
place my neck,
ready for
the executioner*
you
~~~
October 24, 2015
7:20 am
Aug 13, 2017
Aug 13, 2017 at 3:03 PM UTC
Holocaust Poem: "On The Slaughter"
by Chaim Nachman Bialik
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
Merciful heavens, have pity on me!
If there is a God approachable by men
as yet I have not found him—
Pray for me!
For my heart is dead,
prayers languish upon my tongue;
my right hand has lost its strength
and my hope has wilted, undone.
How long? Oh, when will this nightmare end?
How long? Hangman, traitor,
here’s my neck—
rise up now, rise and slaughter!
Behead me like a dog—your arm controls the axe
and the whole world is a scaffold to me
although we—the chosen few—
were once recipients of the Pacts.
Executioner, my blood’s a paltry prize—
strike my skull and the blood of innocents will rain
drenching your pristine uniform again and again,
staining your raiment forever.
If there is Justice—quick, let her appear!
But after I’ve been blotted out, should she reveal her face,
let her false scales be overturned forever
and the heavens reek with the stench of her disgrace.
You too arrogant men, with your brutal injustice,
suckled on blood, unweaned of violence:
cursed be the warrior who cries "Vengeance!" on a maiden;
such cruelty was never contemplated, even by Satan.
Let innocents’ blood drench the abyss!
Let innocents’ blood seep down into the congealing darkness,
eat it away and undermine
earth's rotting foundations.
Al Hashechita ("On the Slaughter") was written by Chaim Nachman Bialik in response to the ****** Kishniev pogrom of 1903, which was instigated by agents of the Czar who wanted to divert social unrest and political anger from the Czar to the Jewish minority. The Hebrew word schechita (also transliterated shechita, shechitah, shekhitah, shehita) denotes the ritual kosher slaughtering of animals for food. The juxtapositioning of kosher slaughter with the slaughter of Jews makes the poem all the more powerful and ghastly. Such anti-Semitic incidents prompted a massive wave of Eastern European emigration that brought millions of Jews to the West. Unfortunately, there have been many similar slaughters in human history and the poem remains chillingly relevant to the more recent ones in Israel/Palestine, Rwanda, Bosnia and Kosovo. Keywords/Tags: Holocaust, poem, Bialik, translation, slaughter, massacre, God, prayer, executioner, hangman, blood, innocents, justice, false, scales, injustice
Mar 12, 2020
Mar 12, 2020 at 4:00 AM UTC
Your lifeline is going flat _____✓\✓\____viscious enemies
as I pull the plug of your nasty predatorial existence **** be the day your great grandparents were born.
✓✓\✓\✓\__________________
Henry Robert Welonek you two timing ***** impotent ***** donor fool
your sterile butcher jealous Spectre nurse attacking anesthesized mother; cutting her mother injecting her brain with high long gage needles
kept for years to re-attack out of jealousy- ✓\\✓\_______ugly stetile gorillas who spawned you!
You too Lizzz Welonek
your Arthur- Susan Raitano
trashing scapegoating lala sassy cocos mother drugging her grown kids pregnant with hallucinogens and metamphetamins!
assimilating my girls to butcher their intellect, heroic heart of gold
and unbelievable beauty.
May your heart stop beating now
✓\✓\✓\✓\______and go hell go.
Charalambos Mantalozis gaiduri
( dunky) ***** snake
cold in grave glad you don't breath:
baby torturer mfkr murderer .
your Kiriaki Madalozis 4 jealous baby poisoners envious shadow people
greedy Greek demons satan shines before your **** .
The Piraeus kalamatan 12 thugs
Human trafficking predators
GO FLAT lined DIE! **** of Earth
✓\✓\✓\✓________there won't be no trial.
I SEE RED butcher haters.
pepper spray you burning swords, knives in your gut better sleep with one eye open covert fools I am all you are never could be I succeeded where you failed.
Cheating ******** plotting butchering me pregnant I survived you in Mexico in Greece and in USA team of arrogant proud butchers!
Yes I am a surviver a witness to your nasty hate crimes.
✓\✓\________
Those nasty doctors murderers for hire assassin's from corrupt LA, CA!
I see red executioner style.
On fire my flame sword on hand
straight to your heart and brain. Elizabeth Welonek Gumnedin your impostor
Fraudulent birth certificate go to hell,my children aren't dogs to be sold to bail you out if ******* dues!
Your life line is going flat flat flat
don't blame me here I learned from you
and my new name is JUSTICE.
°°°°°°°°
As for you my first love jpcrdd
you could have asked me questions where I've been who had kidnapped me!
Given me your heart diamond ring in your coat pocket.
You ran to your greedy lover crawling for you.
I wish you nothing bad I still love you.
You had my best interest tried to save me from this hell I still need your protection don't forget
your one piece of golden heart
holds me dear as you promised.
The world will pass
but not your word.
Save my children please or
Build me a home your heart is
my last card you're generous
to a fault the wolves howl
in this homeless jungle
I am no longer Jane
I got a name- JUSTICE
please help me.
~~~~~
Mr and Mrs Andrews
with Karijinbba
Jul 6, 2022
Jul 6, 2022 at 4:16 PM UTC
Black Robe
High Bench
Pursed Lips.
Furrowed Brow
Hand to Chin
The Perfect Pose.
Letter of Law
Bias Hidden
Masked Indifference.
Walk the Mile
Tighten Straps
Pull the Lever.
Jan 14, 2025
Jan 14, 2025 at 10:11 AM UTC
Like a tree in the night I get lost in the shadows
Standing here waiting my turn at the gallows
I'm just a mirage
Decked out in camouflage
A black silouet against a sea of gray
The drakness conceals the decay
Watching the moonbeams resistance Against the darks existence
The star's twinkle in denial
But the darkness has been there all the while
Consumed by years of agonizing pain
I don't consider myself even close to sane
Digging through life's haystack to find that proverbial needle
My search is methodical but the results are feeble
So I'm beginning to bending under the weight
Of this wretched life, this darkest fate
For I have already tasted the sorrow
Of every single one of my lifes tomorrows
Once a mighty warrior full of hope and fight
All that remains is poison tainted veins from life's snake bite
So here in the crushing darkness I stand and wait
Hoping the executioner, my years will soon abbreviate
©Pauline Russell
Feb 25, 2017
Feb 25, 2017 at 3:00 AM UTC
Death penalty: could
be, but it's risky to train--
executioners.
Apr 21, 2023
Apr 21, 2023 at 2:10 AM UTC
In my dream,
I saw myself in your eyes
where cold waves hit your shores.
I saw peace
while lying down on your golden sands.
I saw us
in the warm night, breathing the same sweet air.
When I was awake,
I spent my nights drunk
without a single sip;
just thinking about you
was enough to make me high.
I wanted so much:
to touch your stars in that warm night,
to drown in your cold ocean gaze,
to feel your breath on my face,
to hold your hand tightly
forever.
I was so blind
to see things in front of my sight,
when your smile burns every little piece of mine.
I lied;
lied to that child who is innocent and foolish.
I lied to him every night:
"Someday, she will see the same dream as you."
After a long dream,
the child has opened his eyes;
opened the innocence that held his eyes closed.
I can't stand
how foolish I was,
when I finally see
you have your own dreams—
dreams where i have no place.
I hate to know
I wasn't really there for you;
while your eyes saw me your heart not.
And I looked at her
one last time
with a smile,
as if looking at my executioner.
In sorrow,
knowing that the dream ends,
knowing I can't ever feel your embrace...
What a fool.
Apr 23
Apr 23, 2026 at 12:59 PM UTC