#sedition
Tomorrow proves
A host of elegant parties
Has a wish, alive in the secret of loves
Made to order, meant to form curiosity, carries
Them
Energy in the stir, of avoiding eyes
A shrewder mercy, is in the name of pretty, whim
Is a clashing world, to finish the pace of response to wry's
Echoes of love, in every soul's hand
Showing true, the skip of light we need
Has come of age, hasn't the sense of an open land
But with a cope, beauty is to be the composure we lead...
To water, surreality
Long before a quiet response is a private eye
We found your silence, in the integrity of the rain
Where one, is won to wander into that wish, with why...
It must of...
Sharing is a collected breast, to worth...
The courage of others is for a rainbow, to love...
Time is a little more ghost, than a seed of birth...
Emotions, are like this...
But time is a driven mind, to remember a shall for a swallow
Of poignancy, in the shadow of an angel that stole bliss
With your eyesight, still staring at the right, to leave with a how...
Purpose beyond...
Here to fare, a quieter answer to the question
Let by your stare, in the sit of another drink, with a moment gone
Do archaic flies coming and going, remember you so drunk, that hate is in season?
Jan 21
Jan 21, 2026 at 12:46 PM UTC
The sweetness of dismal forth?
Space and a tapping heavy will of the wish
Greeting the dread, a host of silence, music for worth...
Naked real enough, naked felt to mention
Raises an eyebrow, raises a hunger
To the table of vestige, the tone of mystique
For a doting hope, dancing in the arms of thunder
Reach and purpose, in the shielded eyes of a lead...
Curious rhymes and times with a patronage's bag
Hurt feelings for a lore, in the needs of more
Had like a thought, in toil we save the cursory to add...
A callous few, the society of timid eyes, knows you somehow stranger
Lights that remind, you...
Three pigs and a wolf to tell the time
Have a mirror in mind, one for alienation
Two for a side of salt, and three wishes that should, a crying...
And a wolf in the first place...
Space for happening homes, the tale of synergy in grasp
That has the continue if not the view, of when a soon is sate
Is a requite of voice and its taste in joy, a new past to ask?
Exorcism of a priest, and a tale of youths?
Without the kindness of privilege, or the epistolary of count
The wailing and the stolen tryst, of powers that be our couth's?
In the dim and violent, misery we will note, is but a secret's pout
Passionate days, with a reason to be here
Aching eyes on the verge of unity, if not use for a cross
That has said, in a treatise of vice and quiet offering, of fear...
The none, the fulfilled song, and ourselves in an eye to toss...
Jun 3, 2023
Jun 3, 2023 at 12:15 AM UTC
Sedition is not just patina-ed oil paintings
mobs not just lithographs
treason not mere fading daguerreotypes
Sedition is chat rooms and airwaves of mistruth and its taintin-gs
mobs are our friends and neighbors turned bands of riff-raffs
treason, the weaponization of dog whistles and stereotypes
Sedition is here now
mobs are the so-called militia of the present
treason is happening now
It will be one for history books now
be present and accounted for
be the United States of America, treading down snakes
Jan 10, 2021
Jan 10, 2021 at 9:09 PM UTC
My birthday is on the 19th
it'll be a riot
the next day, they say
My birthday is on the 19th
the rioters won't be quiet
come what may
My birthday is on the 19th
I'm not adhering to my diet
that bittersweet day
My birthday is on the 19th
I'm not so happy about it this year
My birthday is on the 19th
the next day fills me with fear
My birthday is on the 19th
can't be near those I hold dear
My birthday is on the 19th
it'll be a riot, they say
come what may, the 19th is my day
Jan 10, 2021
Jan 10, 2021 at 8:44 PM UTC
once again
this time in Georgia
communities of color
saved democracy
from spiraling into
violent authoritarianism
in spite of armed white mobs
incited by the president's men
breaking into the nation's capitol
looting and destroying
interrupting certification hearings
forcing members of congress
to seek sheltered places
killing a policeman
causing five more deaths
the scenes
shocked the world
and most U. S. citizens
america has become small again
no more a beacon of democracy
just another banana republic
in a real democracy
citizens cast their votes
and then respect
certified election results
Jan 9, 2021
Jan 9, 2021 at 5:25 PM UTC
Armed guards, perimeter fences,
no this is not a prison camp.
Are you having a good time?
Solar panels, composting toilets, weaving workshops,
sedation, not sedition.
Our partners distracted,
we find freedom.
I was looking for you for ages,
just not where we agreed.
My friends have taken too much.
I can't find my tent.
I don't know what to do.
The trees are so beautiful
when illuminated by lasers.
I am a ball of light, an orb of perception,
intimately mingling with those that didn't pick me up hitchhiking.
But here we are brothers, and sisters,
don't drop your phone.
Mar 12, 2019
Mar 12, 2019 at 10:34 PM UTC
Let the poor youth fight and die.
Not my children, don’t even try.
You won’t subject them to ill health
Not as long as I’ve got my wealth.
Let the children of poverty bleed
We rich have the gold we need.
We were the guilty, and all that meant,
WE label poor children as “not innocent”.
Why not cheat and **** the weak and poor?
Isn’t that what the caste system is for?
We are the strong and the righteous ones.
Besides, ripping off people is so much fun.
We get to buy fancy suits and sleek cars.
If these are not meant for us, then what are?
We’re the ones smart enough to write
Sneakily worded laws that favor the right.
And we are bright enough to see right quick
The most of the populace is politically sick.
They vote for whomever we tell them to.
We just label the opposition commies or Jews.
We have convinced them all that we are real
And the liberals? Well, let them squeal.
We just take every thing they say about us
And say it was their doing, and let them cuss.
Half of the country was so incredibly ignorant
They had no idea what our promises meant.
So they let us put into place a crazy faker
Who put wealth in the hands of the takers.
He and his party was sure they could do it;
That the lazy populace would fail to pursue it.
So end the end, they could just stay as dumb
In the ensuing holocaust that was to come.
Jun 13, 2018
Jun 13, 2018 at 4:29 PM UTC
A passel of rascals;
The cause of the hassle,
Guilty of the catcalls,
Would normally have pratfalls.
Never suffer from blackballing;
Their ethics are appalling
But greed is calling the shots.
In the end what have we got?
We have a den of thieves
Rolling up their sleeves
To count the loot they stole
Fulfilling their roles of criminals;
Not the least subliminal,
But right out front to be seen
And pictured on magazine covers
With their blow-dried lovers.
Hair and ******* by Mattel
They perpetrate their hell
On all but their rich buddies
And fool the fuddy-duddies
With their rancid ballyhoo.
Yes, they rob some rich too,
But some never knew it;
Rich, not smart, they blew it.
Every generation, this nation
Sires a new batch of vermin
And we have to determine
If this is the new litter or a loner
But instead the fools get a *****
Over some new crook or other
That can afford jet planes to fly
But claims he is a regular guy.
Once the country is a toilet
They’ll keep trying to spoil it
By boiling the bones of the dead
And murdering us in our beds
Because they don’t need us
Except when they want to beat us.
They can just pay each other.
But the country won’t recover.
Apr 4, 2018
Apr 4, 2018 at 1:21 PM UTC
I used to be an avid libertarian
Now I am a vocal egalitarian.
I see that Republicans are
Rehearsing to acclaim a Tsar,
Contemptuous of anything agrarian.
My peers are equally divided bubbleheads
Half of their brain cells completely dead.
Their parents taught them so little
That they are caught in the middle
They believe each word their crazy leader said.
The USA is not a pure democracy,
The only thing pure here is hypocrisy.
Voters sit on their hands
And applaud the brass bands
Saying, ”What else can anybody ask of me!”
My peers are equally divided bubbleheads
Half of their brain cells completely dead.
Their parents taught them so little
That they are caught in the middle
They believe each word their crazy leader said.
The USA is not a pure democracy,
The only thing pure here is hypocrisy.
Voters sit on their hands
And applaud the brass bands
Saying, ”What else can be asked of me!”
My peers are **** near useless bubbleheads.
On voting day, three quarters stayed in bed.
They play a dumb political game
Saying both sides are the same
And let our country drown in the watershed.
Some rail and rightly blame the establishment
As if they understood what that really meant;
They know the country’s out of hand
But somehow they don’t understand
The folks they voted in are to our detriment.
My peers are equally divided bubbleheads
Half of their brain cells completely dead.
Their parents taught them so little
That they are caught in the middle
They believe each word their crazy leader said.
Dec 2, 2017
Dec 2, 2017 at 6:11 PM UTC
BREAKING LIMERICKS BREAKING LIMERICKS BREAK
STOP the PRESSES while we pop the strésses !
EXtry, EXtry, read all about it:
Fake news pays dues to sing rural blues in red-state hues.
Nanny-state networks choose to accuse & civil fury ensues!
See special edition on CIA sedition :
The rural red states stand accused
By the quingdom whose queen they refused
it's so hillbilly-larious
all of them various
voters now left unamused.
FAKE NEWS: it's the virus du jour
of the affluent liberals. The poor
are more prone to believe
it's a plot to deceive
and no government offers a cure.
Jan 11, 2017
Jan 11, 2017 at 1:47 PM UTC
We have heard the words they preach
The Gospel carpetbaggers teach
That some of us can make their own rules.
Any white people that don’t are fools.
They redefine the meaning of equality
The gladly withhold my rights from me.
They choose what part of good is good
And happily red-lined my neighborhood.
Don’t wave your seditionist flag at me/
I believe in liberty, equality ad fraternity.
Your rhetoric is a disguise of old John Birch.
If I want to hear your hateful sermon
I prefer to have to go to your church.
They think us blind and cannot see
That they openly abhor equality.
They say one thing in the South
Up north they use another mouth,
And speak with a totally forked tongue
And push half the race down a rung.
They cry like they have all been hurt
But it is they who treat the rest like dirt.
Don’t wave your seditionist flag at me/
I believe in liberty, equality ad fraternity.
Your rhetoric is a disguise of old John Birch.
If I want to hear your hateful sermon
I prefer to have to go to your church.
There is no difference from your chant
And the Inquisition’s deadly cant.
These punishing words out of you
Are ages old, they are not new.
If Jesus were here to hear you start
This ugly talk, it would break his heart.
Don’t wave your seditionist flag at me/
I believe in liberty, equality ad fraternity.
Your rhetoric is a disguise of old John Birch.
If I want to hear your hateful sermon
I prefer to have to go to your church.
Nov 15, 2016
Nov 15, 2016 at 4:31 PM UTC
I can’t believe many want us
To starve, to sicken and die.
I can’t believe they hate dark skin
And I bet even they don’t know why.
I can’t believe they think it is fine
To tease friends who are different
And that they hate women and claim
What clearly is discrimination isn’t.
I refuse to believe your insistence
That you are a member of a church
That is fine with blocking our laws
And leaving the land in the lurch.
I don’t accept the standard cant
That all our young must go to war,
Then watch people act as if veteran’s aid
Is not part of what government is for.
It hurts to hear that you hate welfare
But gleefully grant it to the very rich
And buy aircraft and warfare equipment
As our highways fall into a ditch.
It is far beyond shameful to see
The number of our American cynics
Who would vote for a liar, and a thief
A draft dodger, a cheat and a bigot.
What has happened that we got stupid
Enough to not be able recognize
A narcissist that is in it for himself
Who is neither a statesman or wise?
How sad it has become for this land
The example of truth and wisdom
Has pitched its camp with an uncaring fool
And those who agree with him.
Nov 2, 2016
Nov 2, 2016 at 8:18 PM UTC
Twinkle, twinkle, GOP
Scaring hell right out of me.
Platforms aren’t worth a crap
I’d like to give your face a slap.
All your antics have grown old
And your twinkle’s not from gold.
Twinkle tinsel seems to me
Not of diamond quality.
None is precious metal grade.
Fake as promises you made.
Hating is your stock in trade.
Embezzlement the game you played.
Missile epistle, you love war.
You forgot what we are for.
We were formed to protect
Not hanging nooses around necks.
Freedom was the reason why
Not to make foreigners die.
Swindle, chisel is your game.
Set the economy aflame.
Locking down the government.
We knew bigotry was meant.
Voters have begun to see
Your ranks filled with villainy.
Sizzle, melting is our wish
Just like Oz’s ugly witch.
That would be a perfect end;
Nothing but a smudge to tend,
Thirty years from now when we
Have repaired your bastardy.
Oct 7, 2015
Oct 7, 2015 at 2:43 PM UTC