#northkorea
These are not, "possibilities,"
decisions are already made.
You do not live in a democracy.
War is coming; Iran and Syria.
Nuclear Supremacy is not an,
"ideal," or notion, it is a fact.
They are stating a fact.
Not opinion, -they intend to do it.
I used To think that if you readE,
read enough, studied, you'D see?
Brighter minds would stop it!
"Fool;" those minds are planning it!
Policy Papers are not policy at all,
they are cushions, a softening pillory.
Designed to lay a foundation.
Where you play sucker for war.
N.W.A
-New World Apocalypse-
Feb 24, 2017
Feb 24, 2017 at 9:49 PM UTC
Don't get me wrong
I'm not advocating war
but, when a hostile nation
can land missiles, at our door
is it too much to expect
that something, somewhere be done
to diffuse the situation
staring down, a loaded gun
I can only postulate
would Kennedy, have approved?
having taken care, in Cuba
those missile's, were removed
the world today, so hostile
violence, seems the only way
tell me what can we do
what, we should have done?
too make this go away
an un-exploded
sun
Nov 29, 2017
Nov 29, 2017 at 10:00 AM UTC
Some drive big cars,
Brag of deep scars
To prove they have big ******
Some grow goatees,
Axe down huge trees,
Or chew on edible *******
Real men, I've heard, eat Wheaties,
Enjoy lap dance stripteases,
Build towers with their empties,
The bravado is relentless.
Kim Jong Un,
Thinks his long
In his munchkin hands.
He does private battle
With his androgynous name;
While playing with lead soldiers;
Unsheathing a stainless sabre,
Lighting up his candles,
To show he's macho manly.
May 6, 2017
May 6, 2017 at 10:32 AM UTC
"A super mighty"
Threatened as "preemptive strike"
From North Korea
© 2017 Jim Davis
Apr 23, 2017
Apr 23, 2017 at 5:31 PM UTC
The air is charged and ominous,
A stench is settling on us,
Like ashes on our skin.
How did this begin?
Bones held in hands
Took foreign lands;
Fires on sticks
Extinquished the magic
That once held us in awe.
Then the sky's truly lit,
They've fired bigger sticks
From beneath the waves,
Into the air,
Or silos hidden
Below the stars,
With candles brighter than before,
That darken skies,
Turn day to night,
And colour our skin
With ashes.
Jan 7, 2016
Jan 7, 2016 at 4:33 PM UTC
jokes, no limits
everybody needs to laugh, to dream
so let's rush and get away
spend the weekend with vampires
extroverts not needed
just need a friend to get by
(or i'd probably go insane)
read, write, listen with me
don't think i don't care about you:
of all the somethings and someones,
nothing compares to this, to you
Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 10:03 AM UTC