#mustread
The billionaires owned all the buildings we finally saw as the coffins they had been.
No money saved, no money spent, no one to let us in.
No one could afford the rent.
Tents clogged the streets. No one could afford to drive.
**** and **** like rivers thrived. No one left to deprive.
Skin pulled tight over ribs shining bright.
Hunger and madness, the daily delight.
And don't pretend you didn't know.
The children are always the first to go.
The other day made the sky cry rust.
Our God was money, and in God we trust.
Who fell to the earth, hands full of life. Waiting ourselves to die.
If it wasn't us, would the sky still be blue?
If we wait to understand. Who among us ever knew?
Over the hills, they pressed. Rifles clinched tight in hand. The things we thought we taught were things you cannot understand.
Charging in to the National Guard, the Marines,! Bullets blinking harmlessly off the APC’s,
Delirious and suffering they raged against the only ones with food.
Mercy we gave ourselves.
Better than suffering until the end.
To be put down in the field of boarded over main street. Our last stand brilliantly illuminated in the 500,000 Watt spillage of the sports ball stadium, still unpaid.
For that at least something mattered.
As the blood flew and clung. Righteousness splattered.
And so the shots rang out, the bodies fell... the piles built.
The orange Tacos Manatees could not conceive of “GUILT”.
To sign into law our Living hell.
The dead and dying all around. The lovely, rotting and the crying, sound.
The Walmart shelves were empty.
Costco ran with blood.
Nowhere to charge the electric cars. The few that understood.
Concrete suffocated life, nowhere to dig the wells.
And still the advertiser schemed and automated corporations ... loaded shells.
Jul 16, 2025
Jul 16, 2025 at 3:39 AM UTC
Roy Black – Epstein’s high-profile defense attorney.
Jeffrey Epstein – The “suicide” that smells like a hit job.
Antonin Scalia – Supreme Court Justice found dead on a pillow with zero autopsy (yeah, that’s normal). The proceedings were done via a phone ?
Ivana Trump – Trump’s first wife, whose " accidental " staircase fall is sketchier than a Florida real estate deal. She traversed them blown out on Champagne and pills every day, just fine for years.
His hero is KGB poisoner / ****** mass murderer Putin.
Epstein had more money than he knew what to do with. He wasn't suicidal. Trump got the guy in Florida elected. His name is Acosta. Epstein's lawyer, Roy, worked with Acosta to get the sentence down to only 13 months.
So he would have either gone to a federal low or a camp. *** offenders survive those environments every day, and his lawyer would have told him that.
This is a guy who owned islands and had multiple jets. He understood what extradition treaties are and how they work. Not somebody who would have killed himself.
In this scenario, two different cameras go off at the same time. Two guards that are supposed to be watching this guy both fall asleep and sleep through their shift. At the same time the cameras go out, nobody checks on him for three hours.
When they find him, the autopsy reveals that the hyoid process bone in his neck is broken.
That doesn't happen from a low altitude hanging. That type of damage is due to a struggle between two men. Epstein was about 6 foot tall. Even if he was able to turn the bed up standing up and he leaned forward all the way and he threw himself as hard as he could. Against. Whatever he used around his neck, it would NOT have produced the blunt force to break that "floating" bone.
That only happens if there's a struggle.
Then the missing. Some say 2 minutes, some say 3. The best estimate is 2 minutes and 37 second of video s just mysteriously gone.
If this were any kind of court case, that would be more than enough evidence to convict.
Then his attorney. OK, this guy's 80 years old, but look at all the photos of him. Oh wait, he was out playing golf, hanging out with his friends, talking. He had schedules to meet. Planned to train his underlings, like he had been doing at his firm for years.
He had a full plate. He was gonna go to the university, deliver speeches and talk to people. He had a golf tee time scheduled.
Then all of a sudden he gets this mysterious illness that they don't want to tell us what it is, and then he's dead. Just at the exact time when the media is focusing on him and they're about to ask him what he and Epstein actually talked about in some of those private meetings. This guy's a top tier lawyer. It's not like he really would have said much, if anything at all. But he knew things about Epstein that nobody else knew.
Trump and his cronies they're gonna fake what that report supposedly has in it. He's already weaponized the DOJ. It's been his personal hit squad since he since actually before he moved into the office itself, since the time he won the election. This attorney was the only guy who could have spoken up and said that's not factual.
Jul 23, 2025
Jul 23, 2025 at 3:26 PM UTC
the gun nuts touting the 2nd amendment for profit
claiming trump will make anything "great again"
are scary as ****
and chock full of sin.
we used to shut ‘em down
and slaughter them without a frown
in big brutal fires.
The ATF 's wet dream desires.
NOW ?
they run the senate.
and they run the house.
And we have to hide away quietly as a little mouse.
The whiplash between Waco’s murderous inferno
and today’s political climate
is one of the most jarring contradictions
in recent American history.
All charred and blistery.
What was once seen as a
dangerous, cultish, fringe,
now is YouTube-cleansed and repeated
like' The Apprentice ' for binge, binge, binge.
Now bunker builders and bullet hoarders
are wearing their cheap Sunday suits
and writing our educational and world health care policies like cheap money grubbing prostitutes.
The same archetype that got
flattened by our prayer backed tanks and flames
now sits on oversight committees, playing monopoly games
drooling over their own plastic daughters
and fake big-ass Matt Gaetz-sized *******
waving the pocket Constitution and envying prostitution,
proclaiming themselves
"patriots and worse. What did the average American do to deserve this curse.."
that shift
from siege to Senate From Insurrection to handed out pill ********
is terrifying. And to whom are we now supposed to be relying ?
And Marjorie Taylor Greene...
look at her face.
Horrifying. No denying.
What happened at Waco
wasn’t just a tragedy,
it was a signpost,
haunted by ***** Jim Morrison wannabe ghost.
A moment where the government said:
“this is the line.”
but a lil fire will be just fine.
but what happens
when the line itself becomes the joke,
a guillotine for all ,
polished and meant to be seen.
The same ideologies
that once earned a militarized raid
now cozy up with national leadership fat in the shade.
and Sunday school worship trade?
that’s not evolution
that’s a metastasis.
and every tithe helps it persist.
Why was McCarthy so adamant? So scared not because like them he "cared".
Because he knew the Bolsheviks were
(and always have been)
right.
It’s clear to see
in black and white. You have no right to fight.
****** gun cults, ( no animal sticks around for 15 rounds)
Racial grievance and white hate backlash , tired of all the blame. Yet it buries all the same.
pseudo-religious authoritarianism Christo fascism !
They’ve rebranded themselves
their ignorance and hate and its sadly too late.
Now we starve from Tariffs and wait to die, homeless and plague ridden . The revolution will not be televised or hidden.
Its a political platform,
not hollow threats. Roe vs. Wade bye bye.
No regrets,
doubling and tripling down,
new tariffs to paint the orange clown. Your body Ha!
Our choice, You never have had a vote against the corporatocracy or a voice.
and the brown shirts are not hiding anymore.
they will come drag you out your OWN front door.
Right now they’re holding rallies.
they’re writing new laws.
and sharpening old G.O.P. claws.
and it’s not just absurd.
it’s a kind of national amnesia.
We’ve gone from watching
the FBI torch " nut ball" compounds
to our "elected' leaders loading more rounds,
Launching free AR-15 Christmas cards
as dead kids pile up
in old school yards
( Remember these are your " Russian " elected officials.)
no tampering or hampering.
somehow
toothless, brainwashed Christians
are cheering it on.
with Trump signs planted
next to flags
on their lawn.
despair and lunacy
and the only honest language is buried.
That cognitive dissonance
isn’t just personal , it's deadly
it’s starving kids
and cutting school lunches.
it’s systemic,
endemic,
and we will die
in the next pandemic.
this world,
and its Xi JingPing,
Putin,
Elon ***** rocket leaders
don’t deserve our obedience.
let alone respect.
we will see the neglect
in retrospect.
when Trump refuses to leave office
and they come to your door to collect.
starts like always
with banning books.
easier than street fires
where everyone looks.
but same result.
same intellectual assault.
and insult.
and openly racist attacks
with guns and party rhetoric
jammed in our backs.
our people,
and their homes,
and at their jobs.
turn us into fat, greasy, brainless
dollar store candy slobs.
teach the young Republicans
to hate and attack
the gays,
the frogs,
the fluoride water.
it’s all their fault
anyways.
transgender people
openly assaulted
with no remorse,
no compassion.
steal and stock up
on rations.
“America, America,
God shed His grace on thee…”
…and sold bibles,
and golden shoes,
and cardboard N-F-T…
gospel turned grift,
Jesus’s greatest gift.
patriotism turned cosplay,
action now
no oversight, no delay.
P.T.A fake dignity traded in
for airbrushed
A.I. ********** fantasy
NFTs of their hot jew Messiah
with abs and a gun.
all for *** luck Sunday family fun.
Family hunted in public
for being different
and those detaining
call it
“freedom.”
Free to buy more crap
you don’t need
and can’t afford.
taught to swipe and ignore
and greedily hoard.
America, America…
God shed His grace on thee…
Aug 27, 2025
Aug 27, 2025 at 6:11 PM UTC
She did not have soft hands
Her hands were red.
Her hands were a boneyard.
Her hands were tired.
But through all the folds and shapes
Out of her paper mistakes
She made cranes.
She made them for the people she loved
And sometimes, the people she hated.
The cranes stood in her favourite places
Or they marked “I would literally rather be anywhere else right now”.
A blue one for Portland
A red for Sanfransisco
Yellow for,
She stops.
He always said he loved the colour yellow.
Time withered on and she withered with it
Soon, she was gone.
And as if the people had nothing left of her
They wepped.
Yellow, he thought.
He looked up through his sorrows
A yellow paper crane
Peered about on a windowsill
What once blended in the crowd
Now stood out like treasure
Some say the paper cranes flew that day
She would have liked that.
Mar 9, 2019
Mar 9, 2019 at 1:40 PM UTC
When I was a kid
i could go out into a street and dance in the rain
Even with eyes watching, I flailed my arms round and round until I was too dizzy to stand and eventually, fell into the dewy grass Without knowing the effects of lightning
instead, would pound my feet to the crash of thunder
I can't recall when I noticed they were watching
how it pulled the road from under my feet
and left me in the pavment
How I cared when they called me crazy
How they made me afraid of the lightning
How the fear kept me inside staring out from my window
When life became a cabinet with a plate,
holding ten other plates on top of it
how it all seemed so unbearable
I was fourteen when my pessimistic state of perception was shifted
All it took was one wise man and a sentence to crash the fragile system of fear:
"everything beautiful has a consequence" he said
"you just have to brave enough to face it".
Aug 29, 2018
Aug 29, 2018 at 11:04 PM UTC
a window is still a window, even with shattered glass
it will still let the sun through itself
still let you gaze out and see the world
so I fell in love with you, broken boy
and with observation and time I attained your gospel truth
you were not a window, but instead a mirror
I looked at you and saw the truth of what I had become
a shattered reflection of somebody I didn't recognize
but I still fell in love with you, broken boy
I just didn't realize you would break me too
Aug 14, 2018
Aug 14, 2018 at 2:34 AM UTC
*Once there stood a Sailor,
Tall and Bold he was,
Upon the waves was his home,
Eye of the storm he was.
Some called him Charming,
Cindrella was in love,
Sindbad wanted a friend
SnowWhite could'nt succumb.
Jasmine searched the seven seas
To bring him back to ground,
And Alladin pushed him underneath
Hoping he'll fall.
But there stood a Mermaid,
Upon a stubborn rock,
Her eyes were like wet sand
Her nose a pebble soft,
She lured the hearty sailor,
Into the sea so dark,
Hoping he would see a world
Where he never had to stop,
Hoping he would call it home,
His home upon the rocks.
He wore his mighty hat aboard,
Underneath he was at flight,
Fought the world of challenges,
With his awe-some sight,
To all he was a Sailor,
A person in disguise,
Wid arms like boulders
And chest fierce
But light..*
*You would ask
What's their story,
Well here goes,
It might be right,
But Sailor met the Mermaid,
Mermaid fell in love,
Love is what sailed along,
Under the waves of lust,
In a world so arid
It turned hearts dry,
He searched for a place to swim
Where he could also fly,
He swam with the mermaid
Into the glassy ****
Glossy waters
And coral reefs,
After years of gliding by
He decided to stop,
Not to make him stop,
the Mermaid cried a lot..
The sailor found a new place,
A place called a 'Road',
She thought their adventure was over,
And the Sailor was lost,
She tried to tell him,
Asked him to stop,
For she was no longer she,
Plural now she was,
She cudnt tell him
For he was in a hurry,
And about everything
He forgot..
But alas!
Was she happy
She saw the Sailor pray,
The prayer wasnt an ordinary one
He wanted for her to stay,
He'd seen Her world
For years together,
He now wanted her to see,
His own world of wonders
Above the choppy sea..
He prayed that She could
Join him
With no other blocks,
The only thing he wanted..*
"If only she could walk",
*She cried and cried
In the sea of course
She knew that wasn't possible,
She knew He was lost..
One morning she woke up
Washed up on the shore,
The sea no longer wanted her
She was thrown.
She'd seen the seas too much,
Now it was time for her to go,
To Walk with the Sailor
With new legs, aboard.
Happiness got the best of her,Tears would'nt stop,
He caught her arms,
Pulled her up,
And showed her how to walk.*
*She told him he had to love her,
And two other people too,
The Sailor was astonished
He dint know what to do!
A few days later
He did understand,
They were now four,
A bundle of all,
Joy had at last rejoiced!
He gave her a pearl,
From the very sea she came from,
To remind her of That world,
She accepted and
Now they were one mind,
A family,
One of a kind..*
Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 12:17 PM UTC
You.
Yes, you.
You are ******* perfect
From your smile to your frown
People adore you, I adore you.
Just remember that ♥
May 15, 2015
May 15, 2015 at 5:29 AM UTC
I just wanna love her
hold her tight
and tell her i'll never let go
because i feel thats when love is at it's best
come my queen
receive this ring and let me become your king
let me be your prince and i'll fill you with my charm
even the strongest disasters cant put you in harm
as long as im here by your side
i promise i ll never lie
i ll never cheat
because i'd rather see good in repeat
you are the greatest thing iv'e came across in life
in my future i ll be proud to call you my wife
you possess something special that i haven't seen in the others
you even earned respect from my mother
never again will i cry over my ex
cause God has gave me something way better as my next
So i thank you and i promise our commitment will never be burned
since we both teach each other stuff daily
then every day is a day we learn
that's why the Lord gives us so much good in Return
Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 8:17 PM UTC
when your writing non-stop
writing the ink out your pens
or leads out your pencils
then i must confess
have you heard of poetic disease
because i think i've been possessed
when your mind has things flowing
and you know it can't stop
i bet it would be hours until the pencil or pen drops
this is not a real disease
but you can catch this mentaly
and once you do
just imagine all the writing your mind will allow you to
image the thoughts that'll run your mind
image the flow that'll control your mind
when i was first possessed i thought i was crazy
my hands moving non-stop it seemed so amazing
i felt so great
my poems were coming back to back
like music i had a un-controllable flow
and thats a moment i ll never let go
for anyone who has had this disease
tell the world your feelings
your experience
was it good bad or great
did you love it or hate
cause i've never witnessed such a disease that allows us to create
Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 12:24 AM UTC