#presidency
a populist
president has
bygone his
chest where
chair was
owned by
Benjamin and
remanded federal
of Franklyn's
Forest that
acquitted fermentation
of law
in which
he die
of corvid-20
this year
of heaven
Nov 12, 2020
Nov 12, 2020 at 7:58 AM UTC
You may not know my name,
But I was the witness on the ballot.
Nov 7, 2020
Nov 7, 2020 at 9:25 PM UTC
Broken hearts a flailing,
Reaching out for something more.
Broken hearts a yearning,
For one whom to adore.
Who will it be?
Who is the one?
Who will reach the top,
When all is said and done?
It is not enough!
So much more is needed!
Is it even possible?
Is the human heart defeated?
Is the human spirit fading,
Whilst stumbling in the dark?
Where is our higher power?
Awaiting to light the spark?
Oh LORD wilt thou arise,
To be our haven and our tower?
Come forward LORD and rescue us,
Amongst our final hour!
Desperately searching hither,
Eager eyes search for THE LORD.
God, you are their tower!
Let their scanning, be not ignored!
God, you are their lighthouse.
May you be visible unto their eyes.
God, you are their haven.
Save this world before it dies!
Trust me - I know this world seems putrid,
False veils forced over eyes.
Faith and hope are gobbled up,
seemingly, before one even tries.
There's one akin to mysteries,
There's one that sees the light,
I know THE LIGHT is covered up,
In never-ending night.
I am here to tell you
Take cheer - tho' you be weak,
Blessed are the poor in spirit,
Blessed are the meek!
Knock, my friend, and you shall find,
The ONE whom we all seek!
Fret no more my friends, relax!
There's no more need for flailing!
The GOOD LORD touches hearts,
HE is the one prevailing!
With hearts so full, so full of life,
There's no more need for yearning!
He is the one whom we'll adore,
This fact you'll soon be learning!
Oct 21, 2020
Oct 21, 2020 at 8:13 AM UTC
from the sixth floor, see
the traffic lights change
in time with each
other up and down the
street snake eyes snake
eyes snake
eyes snake eyes
snake eyes
green green
green green
red red
as they always
did but not just
as they used to
Jan 21, 2017
Jan 21, 2017 at 12:03 AM UTC
Some people are celebrating while others feel devastation.
I am happy because today is Donald Trump's Inauguration.
It's what some people want and what others resent.
Donald John Trump is now our forty-fifth President.
I support him as his Presidency begins to advance.
I believe that he should be given the benefit of the doubt, he deserves a chance.
Jan 20, 2017
Jan 20, 2017 at 3:25 PM UTC
Today I was reminded of America's greatness.
The greatness that is truly just an idea.
The greatness that is truly fickle.
Fickle enough to be crushed by a mouse's nibble.
That a caricature could become the leader of the free world.
Indeed, the world will see how free we will be.
I was reminded that we are mentally enslaved.
To a media onslaught that trains us how to behave.
We are conditioned, on our own conditions.
We relinquish critical thought for a pre-programmed intuition.
Welcome Mr. President, to your dining table.
On it you will notice a sumptuous oyster,
The world is within.
Treat it carefully.
Or don't.
The choice is yours, sir.
The consequence is ours.
Because we love propaganda
More than a proper agenda.
We fiend to be the rightest
Instead of being righteous.
And we're eager to give a piece of our minds,
Instead of gaining collective peace of mind.
Welcome American people, to the first day of a new legacy.
A new tragedy.
Nov 9, 2016
Nov 9, 2016 at 10:15 PM UTC
Tell your leader
I am deranged,
Sick with fever
And out of range.
Tell my lover
That life has changed
And, undercover,
We are estranged.
Tell your neighbor
I am afraid,
I cannot stay for
The coming raid.
Tell your leader
I'm just a man,
A fellow bleeder.
Because you can.
Oct 10, 2016
Oct 10, 2016 at 12:00 PM UTC
#112715 #3:15PM
Tila swelduhan na ng tulisan
Pagkat may hithitan na naman
Para sa kaban ng Bayan.
May oposisyong yama'y satsat
Pribadong sektor ba'y gayundin
At may lamat?
Tila bala ng hasaan
Raketa ng ila'y pudpod na
Sa platapormang hilaw.
Sino nga ba ang kakaatigan?
Sa pula, sa puti nga ba ang asahan?
Nakaririndi ang melodiya ng pulitika
Bagamat may leksyong ipanauubaya
Sino ang patas na Tagapaghusga?
Siya sanang mag-arok sa puso ng kokorona.
Magsusulputan ba ang paninda ni Juan?
Dawit ang aprub at tiwalang busal.
Marahil may iilang kaniig sa sambit,
At ang batas ay sisirit na may pagtitilamsik
Sa huli'y magdududa't iinam na ang pag-iisip.
Panaghoy nila'y saradong pang-uuyam,
Harap-harapang banggaan at mala-pilahaan.
Animo't bihasa na nga ang madla
Pagkat tinatalunton ang ikot ng roleta.
Nov 27, 2015
Nov 27, 2015 at 7:52 AM UTC
The truth is turning plastic
And politicians spastic
As they dream up fantastic
Ways to be bombastic.
The anti-intellectuals,
Their rhetoric effectual,
Demand a perpetual
And lucrative processional
To a place they know the score
Where they can amass more
Of money and stores
In disregarding the mores
They were elected for
And continue waging war
Like high-priced political ******
The truth has no chance
In this genocidal dance
Of unfortunate circumstance
Created to enhance
Resultant happenstance
When, by the seat of his pants
When we happened to glance
Away for a particular moment
And were swamped by the foment
Of eight long years of torment;
Freedoms arteries turned to cement
And any chance of sanity
For American humanity
Got buried in some inanity
About hanging chads and counts
Giving a fool a chance to pounce;
To squeeze the last pure ounce
Of dignity out of the Presidency
By merely taking up residency.
Nov 25, 2015
Nov 25, 2015 at 6:07 AM UTC