#treason
War doesn't determine who's right,
only who's left.
You say that I'm argumentative,
I bet it feels that way to someone disagreeable.
In the name of conservation
we've been robbed of sincerity.
For the sake of progress
we stated that we agree.
I proceed only to infiltrate
the masses they manipulate.
Persuaded they have a say,
they don't know better but to obey their fate.
It's not a sacrifice when it's suicide.
Those who stand for nothing
will fall for anything.
Civilians are accustomed to the status quo
yet what's at hand is the body's concern.
Disputing law with law; playing by your rules,
the public enemy stands defended.
There's no wonder who runs the show
when it's apparent who can't be offended.
Deceiver, I'll dismantle your clause
to make amends for amendments,
putting an end to your nonsense.
Rights are entitlements
that shall not be revoked
for any reason by anyone.
Infringement is degrading to our humanity.
Respect our autonomy.
Police are terrorists.
Arrest is abduction by another name
and any crime punishable by fine
concerns only the lower class.
By extortion the exploited have paid ransoms.
Law enforcement has criminalized poverty
and the persecuted will learn the lesson
that you have ill intent.
You have come to steal
and have no incentive to honor an agreement.
Speech is not activism;
awareness alone doesn't change a **** thing.
By my actions I'll have you know,
I don't negotiate with assailants.
Action precedes reaction,
there can't be a counterattack.
Unless civilians level the playing field
with equal and opposite force
then the only order is by tyrants
in a dystopian society
where violence is the only answer.
yet a change of mind is what's at question.
Apr 28
Apr 28, 2026 at 7:39 PM UTC
By The-Drifter-From-Heaven
The radiance of your beauty shines before my eyes,
Like an ancient goddess, you’ve captured my desires.
Both heart and soul are captivated—mesmerised,
A temptress in my dreams, who feeds my inner fires.
A haunting melody of craving engulfs my being,
The beauty that you hold brings warmth and longing.
But you are poison ivy—wrapped tight to every treason,
Devouring with your touch my every shred of reason.
My heart and soul are bound, within your dark adhesion,
Forever scarred and marked by poisoned, deep lesions.
Apr 20
Apr 20, 2026 at 6:00 PM UTC
desperation grips
the mind, hell-bent on treason;
the devil grins, proud.
Feb 1, 2025
Feb 1, 2025 at 12:30 AM UTC
A message to the love of my life too Jpcrdd..
Nothing wrong with feeling hurt as with pieces
We all are, a puzzle of joy or sadness depending on who wants to feel blessed we touched one another in so many ways.
Unfortunately some men some people don't know how to blend in and reciprocate
How to inspire one another for more.
In rare locations a twin soul twin flame is found
And is willing to hurt us enough to force us to see the beast within us and the beauty
To be **** as we are in front of the one we love.
Either we are naive or ignorant or perhaps we are that rare gem who quietly takes it all in for later use for finding treasures even after those left for us were stolen
The one true lover who understands us enough to wish to be puting our puzzle pieces together.
We all are in the same basket of opportunity to not be a fool and to grab or to jump of a dangerous situation.
How many times we must avoid deceit at ocean sea shore or river or lake but we don't and we get shattered and later on we drown in puddles and feel stained when we should realize life is but a play each of us must play fair fight for Truth and for justice for ourselves and our loved ones if any.
it's of us the few the wise who can jump off at the right time if the vessel is ignited with fire by hidden present two faced criminal minded ones.
Sadly some of us wiser kinder don't jump of our burning bridges or boats or sailing boats and stay fighting more sinister entities than fires from envious,jealousy malice galore even psychopaths.
Who befriend us.
I am a Fantastic amazing Mom demonized trashed
Abandoned
By the very ones I birthed who fell under the spell of psychos I had escaped long ago the habitual drug users the liers the dividers the murderers the poisoners the relentless sterile jealous feme fatales hyenas and the twisted evil boys they manipulate to profit from destroying honorable triumphant human beings
Yes me Angel of light intellect wise Angelina BBA
this Mom triumphed where my enemies all were defeated.
~~
This I write in honor of my absent loved ones
Because I am not a criminal not any thief not a shameless liar not any divider and I am not any child beating beast
Nor any murderer like the murderers for hire the many who are on my tail
To silence me to hide their many crimes against me my family.
Victimizing other many elderly on advantage private Medicare scam plans.
HEY!
Being born in another country near or far don't make me a criminal nor an untrustworthy human being Mom for raising my family alone with honors
fighting all kinds of trash like the sterile wolves who created fraudulent birth certificates for themselves naming themselves mother's to my baby girls.
Imagine what I went through in life for years in USA to keep myself and my family alive safe and well.
My children are the jewels of my crown motherhood
But won't stay around to be butchered get blows
Because they allowed themselves to be assimilated
By teams of murderers for hire and thieves in CA, Bronx New York etc.
I forever love you dearest darlings treasures of mine
Please remember me with compassion justice and with joy.
I am I was I forever remain a best friend best Mom best grandmother but from afar.
Please fly away free yourselves
Stop your hate crime against your own beautiful Mother regardless of nationality social status creed or race.
Be proud of Mexican European Mestizo heritage.
Stay away from Greeks who harmed you at birth and me stay away from haters drug users murderers for hire thieves in USA who claim to be friends they are deadly enemy.
~~~~~~~
By Mrs and Mrs Andrews
All Rights Reserved.
May 26, 2024
May 26, 2024 at 5:03 AM UTC
{Political}
What in the actual fuuck are we doin'?
Shootin' one another equals out to a no win
Showin' only that we are capable of goin' where we've already been
It's been provin'
Even good men can watch sin turn into addiction
Jonsen for a fix 'n looking for a substance to mix in
To distort your perception of the mess you're in
Crossing that line between wishin' straight into non fiction
And once you do that you've gone way beyond fixin'
But don't nobody listen to reason, we witnessin' treason
As the agonizingly slow killing season eliminates believin'
So we turn on our kin and every non-citizen with different skin
And every US born citizen with a different complexion or opinion
We lack the discipline to avoid the tail spin
That we've gotten ourselves in, onboard this doomed zeppelin
A people forsaken so that the one percent can rake in a few more billion
This creates a toxin, affectin' everyone from grandparents to children
Shortenin' the distance to your coffin
A foundation of sand, yeah, we all know how that'll end
I gotta question, who pays the dividend?
When push comes to shove, and it will, who gets the win?
When all the frustration of an entire nation comes to a head and our "leader" is out on another vacation
What's it going to take to tip the scale in our direction?
Maybe its to late to take any kind of action
At least any that will bring some sort of satisfaction
Only living a fraction of your life and the rest lived through a corporation
No line, no separation, just a part of the consumer relation
And they don't want you to awaken and realize what's been taken
That's the reason for conspiracy, call it a theory to add complication and feed the confusion
Make the equation so impossible you raise fear to an elevation where you can strike with no confirmation
The laceration that severed any credibility will be our damnation
This great nation of ours quickly turned into the greatest abomination
Almost as if we set up and executed or own assassination
A goal of global ********** has always led to a civilizations extinction
History has proven to repeat itself and over and over again...
Yet we are always missin' the lesson
So let it sink in...if this is our new direction we're destin to lose the beacon
No hope of a better tomorrow to believe in
If only it was as simple as leavin but it's not, this won't even stop if we destroy the villainous demon
So what do we do?...I have no ******* clue but this boat is sinkin'
©2018
Feb 18, 2018
Feb 18, 2018 at 1:05 PM UTC
Day-dreams and Night-dreams
Work as well as wet-dreams.
We need be alert,
Be awakened from our sleep-walking passivity.
Arise.
Pick-up ourselves,
And be woke with humanity;
Rub away the sleep in our eyes.
Jan 8, 2022
Jan 8, 2022 at 11:41 AM UTC
Often poets communicate
via internet voice recordings
sharing dancing lovers videos
as pen pals may venture to do;
no it doesn't mean
we do not exist
people aren't virtual cartoons!
We have feelings emotions we love
the mind makes it all real.
We are real people in different countries interchanging loyalties
we are perhaps more real then couples living together yet disconnected in many ways,
and not in love either
but rather utterly bored.
~~
So don't be cruel saying
I am virtual and you've met
the love of your life already
and want no one else,
but your Zaheera for all eternity
because she's omnipresent real.!
Trying to make her jealous with me
a real poetess!? think again!
Zaheera and me can smell your rat.
She is more a fantasy for years if she even exists
Why the virtual competitiveness
and AnK isn't real?
We are breathing eating sleeping loving trusting sharing
yet not real!?
In your book of tricks ? Hu?
How shall we search for real connections hu?
have you noticed though
the whole planet has gone virtual.
it's become a ritual,!
All people are real living brings
not virtual their lap tops cell phones c are the virtual conduits,
though so what !?
~~~~~~~~
By Mr and Mrs Andrews
inspired by Karijinbba.7/21
Jul 3, 2021
Jul 3, 2021 at 5:50 AM UTC
Why do we worship superheroes so much?
It's reasonable to hope someone cares about us.
Is it because all the good men have gone?
They were gentle and strong
When they spoke, we felt hope.
Their truth could move millions,
Ignite a moment of brilliance.
Unite every color and creed and ignorance
That history itself couldn't bury resilience
But the moment is lost,
A match struck in a wave,
a nation of hate,
and the youth in a daze,
And all I can think is we made it this way
We stopped exposing our kids to the truth of the matter
and so they got lost in a culture that says they don't matter.
When a fight for a vote became a fight for a like,
We can't act surprised when kids fight for a fight
Entire religions preach having a purpose
And still replaced values with things that are worthless.
A society so numb to the progress they've won
Find a perverse pleasure to see it undone.
When a company is allowed to sell plots of land on the moon,
When a leader of freedom commits treason against truth,
Is a sure sign that we the people, have given up, too.
The allowance of absurdity into our lives
Little by little, it rots from inside
Until we cannot admit that we have allowed this.
Now the roaring crescendo of human triumph is silent.
Is it better to admit that we're dying contrived?
Or is it easier to shut up and eat their lies?
Apr 10, 2021
Apr 10, 2021 at 12:52 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
I've seen and heard,
enjoyed and purred
at the stories of old,
the silence of mold.
I've folded and weaved,
gently miscleaved,
broken and barren,
answered to Charon.
My bed is too small
and my rope's a bit tight.
I bring justice for all,
even just for one night.
Nov 10, 2020
Nov 10, 2020 at 5:58 PM UTC
Long live the bond
The one which shall no broke
Full with trust and pride
Words that my heart doesn't recognize
Once a time i believed
They run, they hide
Inside the fog they'll decide
Long live the ash
One used to be a bond
The memories of a chaos
Bur no time for cries, so they don't recognize
In the table
It seems a corner
They see their own truth
They don't understand, they don't want to recognize
Lost
Every one there is lost
There is no sign of hope
In midnight they arrive
To steal the future of anyone
Only lefting a black mask
In the end humanity have been chained
Chains of hate and misuderstanding
Long live the new traitor
The one who has seen everything
Is in a dead end
Only left to pretend
Oct 21, 2020
Oct 21, 2020 at 12:40 PM UTC
Silence in the face of political corruption is treason.
Copyright 2020 Tod Howard Hawks
Sep 5, 2020
Sep 5, 2020 at 1:30 PM UTC
My hands are cold,
They're shaking, so violently,
This land is old,
We're breaking it real quietly,
So I asked, "what is the reason?",
Ah, **** they're calling this treason.
Jul 12, 2020
Jul 12, 2020 at 11:04 PM UTC
Observe my emotions,
as they cascade in motion,
contrary to the notions
of the cultural potion.
As it changes like seasons,
and you call it treason
against the potion demons
who never won.
Jul 7, 2020
Jul 7, 2020 at 2:02 PM UTC
Dearest precious eons old
caterpillar the playful ***** rushing swimming to the food bank a Matrix egg; birthed as babies growing to man to women to grand-parenthood transforming aging to
cross to grave in short,
what a ride bittersweet journey.
My friend, pro life I am.
Indeed we the human race are
absolutely magnificent with all the poisons we over come by air bad foods;
all the enemies we face from the womb, to the mystery of daily living.
This goes for all of mankind indeed
In this world we are born to belong!
but remain strangers dear fellow men
and women poets poetessess.
Death is so common yet so dreaded perceived untimely unnatural.
Life so delicate so graceful,
and utterly short to be marked
for pandemic depopulation.
Life is precious mysterious!
I was born pro life though couple
children were lost an RHO negative motherhood Mom maligned but
other wonderful children lived
my dearest butterflies
my fireflies beloved.
~~~~~~~~~~
K a r i j i n b b a
04+13-20
Apr 13, 2020
Apr 13, 2020 at 11:25 PM UTC
Il pleure dans mon coeur (“It rains in my heart”)
by Paul Verlaine
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
It rains in my heart
As it rains on the town;
Heavy languor and dark
Drenches my heart.
Oh, the sweet-sounding rain
Cleansing pavements and roofs!
For my listless heart's pain
The pure song of the rain!
Still it rains without reason
In my overcast heart.
Can it be there's no treason?
That this grief's without reason?
As my heart floods with pain,
Lacking hatred, or love,
I've no way to explain
Such bewildering pain!
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Ophélie (“Ophelia”), an Excerpt
by Arthur Rimbaud
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
On pitiless black waves unsinking stars abide
... while pale Ophelia, a lethargic lily, drifts by ...
Here, tangled in her veils, she floats on the tide ...
Far-off, in the woods, we hear the strident bugle’s cry.
For a thousand years, or more, sad Ophelia,
This albescent phantom, has rocked here, to and fro.
For a thousand years, or more, in her gentle folly,
Ophelia has rocked here when the night breezes blow.
For a thousand years, or more, sad Ophelia,
Has passed, an albescent phantom, down this long black river.
For a thousand years, or more, in her sweet madness
Ophelia has made this river shiver.
Mar 28, 2020
Mar 28, 2020 at 2:13 AM UTC
Do not break your head to think for nothing
What will happen, will happen for a lot of reasons
Climb the stairs and ring the bell what are you waiting
I know the story from the start from the first season
The last one is much more, much more shocking
14 years later you forgive them, like it wasn't a treason
Just stop and focus on what you are going to do now
Get up, shout out, scream out loud, don't leave nothing inside
Look them in the eye, show them why you make that vow
Loses that weight to not be right of their crowning pride
Free yourself for this burdens and let them see how
Breakthrough and get out of that black shadow side
When we want we can despite the difficulties
Mar 27, 2020
Mar 27, 2020 at 7:51 AM UTC
The moon is half. So am I
In the wintry night,
remembering lowly
the stories of lonely
of the poorest time
with no one beside
to sing a song of season
I felt my life treason.
Oct 11, 2019
Oct 11, 2019 at 3:12 AM UTC
The world is upside down,
we did not prepare, we would not believe,
That our time will see a fool that wears the crown,
That the jackboot once again stomps the dreams so free,
The sun and moon will drown,
We refuse to see,
Those who we consider brothers,
Will turn on us with righteous frowns,
That they will cover and devour.
The fear is real and now,
Two horsemen are ready, and they are here,
They make us starve, they make us bow,
Until the other two appear.
The world is upside down.
Mar 30, 2019
Mar 30, 2019 at 12:58 AM UTC
Crooked liars every last,
stinking
one of them,
Snakes in the grass!
To hell I send!
I lasted too long to
feel so wrong,
I smiled too much
to shed
a tear,
I don't want I don't belong!
I don't know fear!
I drank too much to be,
at home,
alone with everyone,
I cry! I crawl, I scream!
The filthy deed is done!
**** homini lupus est*!
A carnivorous pest!
Sons and daughters
****** and paupers!
Ad cineram nihil est!
All the claims have been refuted!
Beware the snake, Beware the traitor!
Et tu, Brute?
Jan 11, 2019
Jan 11, 2019 at 10:15 PM UTC
We've been planning this for months, years even.
Nothing can stand in our way now, nothing.
The Protestant King will surely fall,
after we blow Parliament up the wall.
Today is the day that they will remember us.
We shall fight! We shall prevail!
History will be made tonight.
No stone will go unturned as we overthrow the King.
I sit here, keeping guard over the barrels.
Waiting for the signal to ignite.
It's a menial task - sitting and waiting. Caw! Caw!
There's the signal! Time to ignite!
Sizzle! Crack! Pop!
There go the barrels! Setting ablaze the room.
Parliament and the King will fall!
Down tumbles the building! Burning up the sky!
We have fought! We have prevailed!
The Catholics will be in power once again!
We have made them remember us forever!
Remember, remember the 5th of November.
***
"Remember, remember, the fifth of November
Gunpowder treason and plot
We see no reason Why Gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot ...."
Nov 5, 2018
Nov 5, 2018 at 8:25 AM UTC