The United States Program
for General and Complete
Disarmament in a Peaceful
World

U.S. DEPARTMENT OF STATE
DEPARTMENT OF STATE PUBLICATION 7277
Disarmament Series 5
Released September 1961
Office of Public Services
BUREAU OF PUBLIC AFFAIRS
For sale by the Superintendent of Documents, U.S. Government
Printing Office, Washington 25, D.C. - Price 15 cents
INTRODUCTION
The revolutionary development of modern weapons within a world divided by serious ideological differences has produced a crisis in human history. In order to overcome the danger of nuclear war now confronting mankind, the United States has introduced at the Sixteenth General Assembly of the United Nations a Program for General and Complete Disarmament in a Peaceful World.
This new program provides for the progressive reduction of the war-making capabilities of nations and the simultaneous strengthening of international institutions to settle disputes and maintain the peace. It sets forth a series of comprehensive measures which can and should be taken in order to bring about a world in which there will be freedom from war and security for all states. It is based on three principles deemed essential to the achievement of practical progress in the disarmament field:
First, there must be immediate disarmament action:
A strenuous and uninterrupted effort must be made toward the goal of general and complete disarmament; at the same time, it is important that specific measures be put into effect as soon as possible.
Second, all disarmament obligations must be subject to effective international controls:
The control organization must have the manpower, facilities, and effectiveness to assure that limitations or reductions take place as agreed. It must also be able to certify to all states that retained forces and armaments do not exceed those permitted at any stage of the disarmament process.
Third, adequate peace-keeping machinery must be established:
There is an inseparable relationship between the scaling down of national armaments on the one hand and the building up of international peace-keeping machinery and institutions on the other. Nations are unlikely to shed their means of self-protection in the absence of alternative ways to safeguard their legitimate interests. This can only be achieved through the progressive strengthening of international institutions under the United Nations and by creating a United Nations Peace Force to enforce the peace as the disarmament process proceeds.

Freedom From War
The United States Program
for General and Complete
Disarmament in a Peaceful
World*

U.S. DEPARTMENT OF STATE
DEPARTMENT OF STATE PUBLICATION 7277
Disarmament Series 5
Released September 1961
Office of Public Services
BUREAU OF PUBLIC AFFAIRS
For sale by the Superintendent of Documents, U.S. Government
Printing Office, Washington 25, D.C. - Price 15 cents
INTRODUCTION
The revolutionary development of modern weapons within a world divided by serious ideological differences has produced a crisis in human history. In order to overcome the danger of nuclear war now confronting mankind, the United States has introduced at the Sixteenth General Assembly of the United Nations a Program for General and Complete Disarmament in a Peaceful World.
This new program provides for the progressive reduction of the war-making capabilities of nations and the simultaneous strengthening of international institutions to settle disputes and maintain the peace. It sets forth a series of comprehensive measures which can and should be taken in order to bring about a world in which there will be freedom from war and security for all states. It is based on three principles deemed essential to the achievement of practical progress in the disarmament field:
First, there must be immediate disarmament action:
A strenuous and uninterrupted effort must be made toward the goal of general and complete disarmament; at the same time, it is important that specific measures be put into effect as soon as possible.
Second, all disarmament obligations must be subject to effective international controls:
The control organization must have the manpower, facilities, and effectiveness to assure that limitations or reductions take place as agreed. It must also be able to certify to all states that retained forces and armaments do not exceed those permitted at any stage of the disarmament process.
Third, adequate peace-keeping machinery must be established:
There is an inseparable relationship between the scaling down of national armaments on the one hand and the building up of international peace-keeping machinery and institutions on the other. Nations are unlikely to shed their means of self-protection in the absence of alternative ways to safeguard their legitimate interests. This can only be achieved through the progressive strengthening of international institutions under the United Nations and by creating a United Nations Peace Force to enforce the peace as the disarmament process proceeds.

We wear this city on our feet
Planting our roots with each step
Our shadows

cast shapes of ancient oak trees stretching out over old squares at daybreak
We grow here

with the spirit of buildings past,
present and rising like a staircase to heaven in the distance,
the plumes of white smoke from their rooftops as burnt offerings for incense,
spires for steeples,
the bundled masses of people moving beneath as the calloused soles
of our feet pounding the pavement,
Our congregation

seated in reverant silence on the R-Line hissing to a stop
Their hushed prayers filing out from within to bring the reclaimed sidewalks of Fayetville Street back to life to join this pilgramage
They march

downtown toward Capitol
holding signs for disarmament
They bar-hop through Glenwood toasting to deliverance
They move in a blur of faces that become us,
Rush at all hours through our veins
Cross our hearts and keep us breathing,
Moving
wearing the city on our minds
like the greyest pieces of their winter sky and the way it caps the peaks of Mount PNC, BB&T and Wells Fargo like hoodies over our heads
We assume monk-like appearances
in robes color-coded by season- from blue collar sweaters to cold hard sweat
We'll wear their city until we're worn out and wet,

We'll wear their dreams at night
like streetlamps flickering on beneath wired telephone poles carrying conversations about each one as far south as Florida, fears unspoken, made visible
on iron park benches too cold to sit on at this hour
We'll keep walking

and wear this city like backpacks over our shoulders

under the watch of their heavens,
the skyline
a glowing testament
of every step taken
toward someplace higher.

I Am Waiting**

I am waiting for my case to come up  
and I am waiting
for a rebirth of wonder
and I am waiting for someone
to really discover America
and wail
and I am waiting  
for the discovery
of a new symbolic western frontier  
and I am waiting  
for the American Eagle
to really spread its wings
and straighten up and fly right
and I am waiting
for the Age of Anxiety
to drop dead
and I am waiting
for the war to be fought
which will make the world safe
for anarchy
and I am waiting
for the final withering away
of all governments
and I am perpetually awaiting
a rebirth of wonder

I am waiting for the Second Coming  
and I am waiting
for a religious revival
to sweep thru the state of Arizona  
and I am waiting
for the Grapes of Wrath to be stored  
and I am waiting
for them to prove
that God is really American
and I am waiting
to see God on television
piped onto church altars
if only they can find  
the right channel  
to tune in on
and I am waiting
for the Last Supper to be served again
with a strange new appetizer
and I am perpetually awaiting
a rebirth of wonder

I am waiting for my number to be called
and I am waiting
for the Salvation Army to take over
and I am waiting
for the meek to be blessed
and inherit the earth  
without taxes
and I am waiting
for forests and animals
to reclaim the earth as theirs
and I am waiting
for a way to be devised
to destroy all nationalisms
without killing anybody
and I am waiting
for linnets and planets to fall like rain
and I am waiting for lovers and weepers
to lie down together again
in a new rebirth of wonder

I am waiting for the Great Divide to be crossed  
and I am anxiously waiting
for the secret of eternal life to be discovered  
by an obscure general practitioner
and I am waiting
for the storms of life
to be over
and I am waiting
to set sail for happiness
and I am waiting
for a reconstructed Mayflower
to reach America
with its picture story and tv rights
sold in advance to the natives
and I am waiting
for the lost music to sound again
in the Lost Continent
in a new rebirth of wonder

I am waiting for the day
that maketh all things clear
and I am awaiting retribution
for what America did  
to Tom Sawyer  
and I am waiting
for Alice in Wonderland
to retransmit to me
her total dream of innocence
and I am waiting
for Childe Roland to come
to the final darkest tower
and I am waiting  
for Aphrodite
to grow live arms
at a final disarmament conference
in a new rebirth of wonder

I am waiting
to get some intimations
of immortality
by recollecting my early childhood
and I am waiting
for the green mornings to come again  
youth’s dumb green fields come back again
and I am waiting
for some strains of unpremeditated art
to shake my typewriter
and I am waiting to write
the great indelible poem
and I am waiting
for the last long careless rapture
and I am perpetually waiting
for the fleeing lovers on the Grecian Urn  
to catch each other up at last
and embrace
and I am awaiting  
perpetually and forever
a renaissance of wonder

by
Alexander  K  Opicho
Eldoret,Kenya
(aopicho@yahoo.com)

Ladbrokes, the online betting firm has once again nominated Ngugi wa Thiong'o as a candidate for Nobel prize in literature 2014.The firm arrives at the probable nominee through a highly polished probabilist mechanism.It also nominated Ngugi as the probable candidate for literature Nobel prize, but the final was Alice Munro the Canadian short story writress.The eventuality of Ngugi winning the literature Nobel prize is a long a waited event in Africa , especially among Kenyans.
However, Ngugi is not the only nominee , he is among others and even to make it worse he is not the top scoring nominee. He has tied with four  others at the score of 50/1 points.These  are; Umberto Eco who wrote the famous book In the Name of the Rose, Nuruddin Farah a Kenya *** Somalian veteran poet and prose writer   and   then Darcia Maraini.
There are eleven writers of global stature who are currently scoring above Ngugi wa Thiong'o.They are operating at the level of 50/1 scores. These include ;Margaret Atwoo d, Salman Rushdie, Cees Nooteboom, Don DeLillo, Amos Oz, Javier Marias, Cormac McCarthy , Bob Dylan, Peter Handke, William Trevor and Les Murray . The missing writer in this category of global writers is Yan Martel the author of Life of Mr. Pi , whose also on the list of the favourite writers of president Barrack Obama.His book Life of Mr. Pi once shared  a prize and equivalent acclaim with Salman Rushdie's The Ground Beneath Her Legs. So, why Martel was not nominated remains the usual intrigues of Nobel nomination process.
Haruki Murakami ,Assia Djebar,Svetlana Aleksijevitj , Peter Nadas, Joyce Carol Oates , Adonis ,Milan Kundera , Philip Roth , Mircea Cartarescu, Ko Un , Jon Fosse  and Thomas Pynchon  are currently scoring below Ngugi.They are operating between 10/1 and 26/1 scores.However among them Haruki Murakami, Joyce Carol Oates and Phillip Roth were very story contenders and hence competeters for the same prize with Ngugi during last year.But Joyce Carol Oates is a weaker contender this year given than he recently wrote an offensive and tortuous poem against the eminent American  poet Robert Frost .  Oates drew from the book Lovely, Dark and  Deep  which   paints the  Frost  as an arrogant, sexist pig who gave up on his mentally ill children. The story has outraged Frost’s fans, biographers, and  his survivors.
Inspite of all these there is no literary value that can make Ngugi wa Thiong'o to deserve a Nobel prize reward for  Literature. Apart from his first  two books weep not child and the river between that had concrete literary position, his later works are pamphlets of communism , that keep of regurgitating communism as initially written by Karl Marx and France Fanon.His second last book Globalectics is written as annual lectures in respect of Rene Wellek, the books is a practical duplication of Paulo Freire , and Spivak Gavatri.His contemporaries at the University of Nairobi accusing him of tribalism when it came to supervising post graduate students. he was soft on his fellow Kiguyu's and discriminative agains Luo and Luhyia students.He lifestyle as communist ideologue is also self defeating as teaches in america at Irvine University , very busy amassing wealths just like any other capitalist.He campaign for vernacular writing is egually not water tight on the bench of praxis, as he himself teaches special English in America but not kiguyu language.
Another stunning revelation from the Swedish academy is nomiantion of Vladimir Putin the Russian president for Nobel peace prize alongside fifty something  organizations as competitors.the nominations is based on his role he played in the Nuclear disarmament of Syria.The Ukraine question has not been yet raised.But logic of these goes like historical imbroglio that puzzled the world in relation to the role of ****** in relation communism against the then gathering storm for the second world war.

Both his mother and her mother are Sodomites. For example, winter and the average Nobel dominoes, traditional culture of shame in fairy tales. Which city was born in the shadow of his mother? In the forest which city was born in the shadow of his mother in honor of the wolf, wild girl or a wild animal? Party composer Space Wolf is a wild animal; a tiger is a wild animal and he is hungry. But Satan sought refuge in images of images of bandits and wild wolves. But the shadow of his mother is one of the women born to the wonderful series of wild goats and SIPRI [Stockholm International Peace Research Institute is an international institute based in Sweden, dedicated to research into conflict, armaments, arms control and disarmament] championship basketball, I should be separated from whales, wolves and hot spots. Sodomic devices died. Drew that his competition was considered his mother and his mother was the social one. The best way to divide what town was born in the shadow of your mother? Wolf, wolf, wolf, salt knows which city was born in the shadow of his mother? A wild animal, animal, wolf, Caesar Rachel Oberlin is a tiger hunting animal with other Wolves; Violent and greedy but the devil takes shelter in the shadow of death and his mother sees a clean, hot, Brazilian gangster, a wild wolf, and how many other women are in the dog's shadow, their mother's SIPRI's championship, their mother And his mother's mother, Sodara For example this is a winter fairy tale and the average Nobel Domino, shame on the traditional story. Which city was born in the shadow of his mother? In the honor of the wild wolf, wolf a wild animal in which the city was born in the shadow of his mother? Party composer space wolf, wild animal, tiger and they are hungry. But Satan is still searching for a place of asylum in his mother's and her mother's mother's arms. But the devil is in a place of asylum and in the shadow of his mother, the wild goat is a wonderful series of sepals; I should be different from whales, wolves and hot spots. In ***** Satan died.

Is the mother of two children and her mother prostitutes. For example, in winter and the average Nobel domino shame, the spinners of traditional culture. Which city was born, his mother's shadow? In the forest, born in the shadow of the city in honor of his mother wolf, the wild girl or a wild animal. Party composer Space Wolf is a wild animal; a tiger is a wild animal, and he is hungry. However, Satan's bandits sought refuge in the pictures and paintings of wild wolves. But her mother's shadow is for the wild goats and SIPRI championship basketball's wonderful series was born of a woman, I need to split up whales, wolves and hot spots. Devices Sodomic died. The competition for its mother and his mother is one that gets the public's attention; mother born in the shadow of the city in the best way. Wolf, wolf, wolf, his mother was born in the shadow of the city. Wild animals, animals, wolves, Roman Emperor Rachel Oberlin and other animals and one animal is a tiger; Violence and greed but the devil takes refuge in the shadow of death, the mother of a clean hot, Brazilian Gangster, a wild wolf and dog, how many other women are in the shadows of their mothers; SIPRI their Championship mother, his mother's mother Sodara For example, this winter tale and the average Nobel Domino, shame on the traditional event. Which city was born in his mother's shadow? A city of the wild wolf, his mother was born in the shadow of a wild animal eating togumduu. Party composer Space Wolf, wild animals, the tiger and they are all hungry. But the Devil, his mother and his mother's mother's ARMS is seeking asylum in one place. But the devil's asylum is on the ground and in the shadow of his mother, a series of wild goat sepals fine; I whales, wolves and hot spots should be different. ***** Satan died. A sepal is a part of the flower of angiosperms. Usually green, sepals function as protection for the flower in bud and often support the petals when in bloom. The term sepalum was coined by Noël Martin Joseph de Necker in 1790, derived from the Greek σκεπη, a covering.

Two children and their mother's mother-in-law, for example, the winter, the northeast of the Crisis Crisis, etc .. The city was transmitted from its mother's womb, which was on the site of an adapter, an evil animal and a beast animal. Wild wild with wolf space; A beast animal is hungry. : In asylum seekers and owls, photographs and shepherds of the forest, seek asylum. However, the burnt-wings of Shearer's mother and the SIPRI in which wonderful women were born in Whales, in Whales where heavy temperatures have been given. It's dead in Somalia. As a result of his mother's response and his mother's birth in the common awareness of men; This was my mother's day that the best of the city was small. Wolf, wolf, wolf maids were born in the city of Sheadows; animals, wolves, emperors Roman Rachel Oberlin and other animals and birds are wild; Violence, gold, and the death of death but the devil is in the mother's Brazilian brazil, winter and dogs; In fact, many women have become saints; SIPRI's mother-in-law's mother, Sodara is from this winter for example the tradition of martyrdom and destruction of the martyr Nobel. City in the daily estate status? Because of his entirety around Wolf, the Wolf and his mother had been fighting in the midst of the wild animals. Workers of the Party's Party, heritage animals, heroes and her husbands, are hungry. And Satan, his mother and his mother's mother is in an asylum. But the devil is the refuge of the earth and under its branches are the trees of the forest and many other forms. I killed *****, sheep, wolf and hot skin coats. A pilot capacitor is part of a part. Often, when the blocks are over, the seals are covered with flowers and shades. In 1790 Noel Martin coined the word 'sepulum', in Greek σκεπη so named by Joseph D. Necker.

A mother of two children and mother-in-law as a winter crisis in the south, discrimination etc. transported from the city along country into a place that is always evil pushes the animal and the animal's spirit animal. The wild wolves; The animal is hungry. For refugees and owls, sheep photos and forests seeking asylum. However, from the burnt wings of Shearer's mother and SIPRI, wherein whales and the beautiful women in the whales and severe temperatures. He died in Somalia. The movement from the womb of his mother's father and to the common sense of men; That was the best of the city on that day when my mother was a small one. The wolf, wolves, and the wolf by the town of Shadows would have been born; animals, wolves, and other wild animals and the birds, however be a Roman emperor, Rachel Oberlin 1 will bear; The gold death and the devil in Brazil follows the dog mothers in fact, many women are holy; Söndra is the mother SIPRI, Sondra is the winter solstice for example, in the tradition of martyrdom and the destruction of the Nobel martyr the city is in everyday life. Because of Wolf's surroundings, Wolf and his mother fought wild animals. Some workers of the ancestral faith and her husband are hungry for Satan, the mother, her mother and the mother of the asylum. But the devil's refuge is in the branches of forest trees and many other forms. In ***** and killing sheep, a wolf skin is warm. The pilot is part of the capacitor connected with him. Often flowers in shades of blocks at the end seals roofing. In 1790, John Martin, was created but the buried it in Joseph D. Rocket's Greek Nectar.

For every fail
I promise
To prevail tenfold
I'll multiply exponentially
In the multitude of exponents
I've handled carelessly
Through the years
The hearts affected
May never repair
I'll repent
Whether forgiven
Or forbidden
In hopes to console
Know
I have control
Regardless
Of regard or disregarded
I've discarded
All rocks
And hardplaces
That reside in my heart
I've guarded
Insecurity for far too long
I've longed
For disarmament
Like peace keepers
And prayed
For the tearing down
Of these walls
Like Germans from Berlin
Since 1989
My history tells
A story of falls
And progression
Transgressions
From past sessions
In classes
Of no interest
Now
Shows current
Though currency
Can never measure success
I owe
So much to you
And myself

it is all unknown
the sword and the stone
the alchemist and the butcher
surrounding each other in daylight’s mist
the embrace of moisture
the soft hue of summer
the solstice luster

starstruck teenagers with feelings undiscovered
embrace the aperture of the morning’s disarmament
i am spent and satiated by your touch
all forms of punishment are no longer enough

come and break my heart a thousand times
i am reminded of a simple line of poetry
the way the spring becomes its own harmony
dervishes twirl on the dusty sand
the cracked desert in your hand
i am nothing but thine own command

so send me where you think i belong
all our passages are free of charge
the safety of noah’s ark
the next boat that hits the mark
will surely be knighted by the oligarch
somebody else took over my mind
and now i can’t find the essence of the time
you are immaculate in your dissension
i am hesitant and full of suspicion

dimly lit streets filled with the smell of sulphur
the fumes make you gasp
and clench your throat in defensive tension
give me a minute and i’ll release this declension

ascension is inevitable
select the inexplicable feelings
and sever your attachment to that which lingers
in hurried anticipation
our actions are mere limitations
strong as stars our abstract applications

the serpent hour approaches
without a warning
i am turning inside out
please retract your fangs so i can kiss you
let me hold your head and whisper kindness
lovers need each other’s minds
to hear the sounds of breaking hearts

long for the burning bush to crash through your wall
long ago the night fall came and went
scents of longing in the shadows hidden
rid me of these western rhythms
serve your sentence in the police academy
articulate the addicts in their gatherings
of community based infrastructures
stark against the walls of cinnamon
so many classes that are uncommonly disparaging
the drill sergeants are still just as dangerous

You stretch arguments along the lifelines of my patience
Plant eager excuses on my collarbones of doubt
Feed me watered-down wine of ever-pending promises
That my trust-tangled stomach can never hold down

Your touch singes holes in my dress of protection
Burns through the layers of my shock-salted skin
Your eyes tell a tale of belligerent disarmament
My judgement messed up by your lopsided grin

Your glance of missed chances pierces my instinct
Sees right through the weakness of my fast-fading self
My senses confused by the lure of your fragrance
Susceptible bait for your trickery of scent

My nails scratch your back for a grip of intention
I stitch up your contour, unravelling my own
Tearing up scars that I once thought well-covered
Slowly you’re ******* the marrow from my bones

Smiling you cushion the blows of your winged words
But the humdrum still bruises my lured lazy limbs
Your smoke-flavoured lips taste of death and destruction
But still my parched mouth follows your every whim

Why do we not scrap
this barbaric idea
that keeps us all in fear
The price so very dear
Is it not so very clear
We must reject this
stupid idea  

Sorry it escapes me
but how does having
Nuclear weapons make
the world a safer place
Does that mean if we all
have them the world would
be a completely safe space  

Why does our search for
peace always involve
humiliating an enemy
Destroying their dignity
alienating them completely
Can we not learn a more
compassionate intelligent
social ingenuity

If you could smell evil
we would surely pong
As we breath dreaded a
threat of global destruction
Spreading our fears
like raindrops many tears
As we arrogantly court with
pain and extermination  

Let us learn that peace
is not something you
****** on an enemy.
But can only be built
on many small
steps of trust
And by dropping our
power greed blood lust  

100 Hiroshima's sleep
within a Nuclear sub
To awake a single one
would be a calamity
So lets protect all of humanity
And regain back our sanity
By rejecting this path of vanity  

Every new journey towards
hope starts with one little
brave step in trust.
So let us take that step now and
support nuclear disarmament.

Those angry words you’ve spoken
There’s no way to take them back
Unleashed the chain is broken
A wild dog gone on attack

Once unshackled, they live on
Like a cancer they swirled
Unrepentant never gone
Repeated to the World

Once calmed down and quieted
(Darth Vader’s voice you used)
Strongly your words rioted
The argument unglued

Apologies may follow
You hope (s)he hears you out
Remembering to swallow
Those words from your own mouth

Negativity fleeing
A Disarmament for two
Be a peaceful human being
Why is that so hard to do?

News off. Music on. All is perfect in my world.
I only use papers as kindling these nights.
Far from "because I don't care",

I just stopped so suddenly one day, having
Noticed how I barely hear myself
Asking why to it all anymore.

I'd yell at the Prime Minister, I'd curse at CNN,
I'd turn it on to hear explosions in Bagdhad
And Syrian children crying for dead parents

In the background, while doing the dishes.
Why? No clenched fist of mine could reach across
And unfold, full of peace, compassion and disarmament.

Show me good news! I know they don't get the ratings,
Sell the papers or the next advertised product, but they
Happen in equal amount to the horrors.

It's a beautiful world as well. Where my loved ones remain
Unshot, uncut, unbombed, unharmed. Safe and even smiling.
That is truth. That is real. That is here.

Anything else is a lie.
That is why.

Ravaged ampelography in zuches of disdain protean verve quick refrain

Limericks serenade the uncial revet of revalorization promethean to any squirebell doormat notion of sanity whitewashed profane

Curdled lisp of avuncular bliss a kisswonk without coquetry amiss rattled by crotaline permanence sideration of nimiety leveraged by the wastrels calipace racecar palindrome faceplant ashes of stulm

Squalor cardimelech in seguidilla reiterated by satisdiction against affliction the culmination of craven swelters of mercedary spodomancy relishing each lacuna in the pleroma of doldrum

Spurrier springald winterbourne saffron sun gleaming in the brehon of desolate inheritance drawling on moonset glazes of gallimaufry

Wider eyes dovetailed segues between saccadic jettaturas jinking specular jiggermasts of bascule for brannigans of recess shivering softly

In the brooked maraud rampicks of fraud glozing with glissades of trichosis sublimated into shakuhachi lightning yerkas of downtrodden soboliferous suave treasuries yet to rob

Time bleak in blemish squalling in marksman primes of redundant infinity devoured by microwaveable cheddar Richter smog

Vivat moulins pregnant with rabid sabotage rummage the libkens of fossarian sinecure pontificating catholicons of selachian verve

Askew of largesse the mantissa of mangonels in distress of lineolated limpkin lugsails zuches surround in quidcunx become witness to pilfered but penniless nerve

Time frogmarched into macropicide kenspeckel to credenda and tacenda flummoxed by bewildered tokens of agiotage swollen with rank olid miscarriage of lampoon wed with the one coveted bassinet sassoon

Too many jamborees jilted with spurned coquetry of empowered vibrant ragdoll verbs swerving left into righteousness declared patently absurd by laystall laveers heralded but unheard by bonanzas surrendered to a hindsight glistening from an empty tomb

Sinking turtlebacks twire with tympany at every fanfaronade dodecaphonic with intricacy littoral to iniquity tralleyripped with vanitarian willowish thrasonical brattice bulging with bushwa and travesty

Sprent sphacelated towering monsters carouse in crooned weddings with piebald amnesty ribald with pointed amphigories in Indiana Jones’ tapestry

Sordid though it might burst tumescent with each sertivine jimswinging curse avowed to death upon which ghouls ghastly conclave must thirst

It penetrates the wielded knight’s shield buried in hemlock corruption of choregus in paroxysm in bruption for the last man known is counted the paragon of antebellum triumphs first known to Earth

Vauntlayed vastation of virgation the venatic principle of gossypine segregation sequacious to all ovations is the turnpike for ragmatical chomping warbles in loony saffron disguise dauntless in facility emblematic of videndum crossed by fertilized vernal vibes

Surpassed by fictions of scop the scorbutic ******* bronchos crops seedy with desperation upon millenarianism flocked and herded by flanger phasers heterochrony is livid of discordant pickthanks desperate to survive

Ingenuity plucky with imbroglio and boyg rattles the crotaline Esauline rhymes of rancor henpecked by subliminal cartels of verse and crime

Potvaliant cocktails ramble in synchrony with tantiemes of sybotic sondage the avizdanum of pilloried fortresses of indelible refugium of peerless gallops sidelong jostles of imprimatur’s best possible design.

Secretive boodle the presbyteries prized glamour apace of grognards lamentable in boltrope bonces brackling with insouciant crackles of amberjack vitality verdant with plumage in seeds sown by heydays yet known

Embroidered pulchritude of lurid passions wintry in spoiled care menacing a disarmament of spare tires careworn with wayfarers relying on the compass and square of typhonic gullywashers yet blown

Crafty clinkstone the cloture of cuculine calvous progeny of esemplastic harmony serrated by brusque rannygazoo bristling with acclaim shadowed by windows of bickerns of retinues of filigree over frame

Still motion “Godspeed” melismatic splendor flapdoodling in the afterglow of reverie gravid with slapstick revelry is the victim beyond culprits of vampires defamed of radical blemish and blame

Surrounded by the ulterior postern of potamic rhizogenic riddles whimpering in four-square davenport polders conflagrant with zazzy zuches of onolatry gilded by silly rebarbative pretenses of tinsel garb

Somebody tell this guy rapid routes of killjoy masquerade are easier to fossick from chiffon rhubarbs better than crabwise barkentine bards

Captains of hauberk cribble and cretify nebulous nyalas with nutation as grampus of grillage greaves digs many graves two yards flagrantly steep the grim reaper’s daily keep

As he sashays between moments of despair and propitiated care hallmark schadenfreude trounces every uneven charlatan sunken in debt immeasurably deep

The King’s greatest valedictory terpsichorean vivid maskirovka among Goliaths of penury wilting in etiolated despair conniving for siamangs among the beasts stook his majestic claim at the forefront of snide gravid with isangelous stake

The amplexus among the brittle brinkmanship of vociferous times sliding into rapid decay too many “Take On Me” racers swallowed their freight sloshing rattlesnake corpses in their vapid wake

A “Eureka” shouted from Denali eclipses the guileless betrothed witchknot of foraminated limicolous carapace to grimgoire and serpent driven by ambition personally fervent sidling like a hustler rambunctious on his mainlined craft

Cascading torrents of corsairs bulging squabs and sadogues ripples through sands of time hymns upon creaky cunning lickerish licentious sneers too implodent to carry their own graft

Hostage to history, self-reference is a mystery flanging the spaces between spaces of bars between swank lightyears of novelty predicated by girdled gammon on high

Trusty travesty rickety in creaky hinges of jettatura jinking around regolith sunken in oases of poor foundation scrimshanks the valleys’ apostles in countenances brave and wry

Wrepolis wavering in flagrant desuetude because of a brackish diseased tome the gnomes of nomogeny distorted by barnacles of specular afterclaps enthrone

Just like Denzel serenading togated gladiatorial carnage in Aceldama despite a fated brevity all his own

Such is the weighted carapace of a flimsy baragnosis of feted **** of vernalized harvests in turgid wapentake sprauncy with dapper Dons of donnism in rudenture’s slake

There is no vigilant meteoric promachos paragon grim enough to weather frostbitten venom sullen with quaky quakers rakish rake manumitting marsupial pedigree with roadhouse jailbreak

In the troves of time, point guards at the helm rescind the zugzwang engorging the coffers of coffles of catalfalque ballicatter ramshackle with counterfeit plaudit bonanza

Every rulership mismeasured by apperception quaky on premise and slipshod in design is a grauncher in convenient disaster supererogatory as conventional answer

But to this refrain we have no sanitarium ****** riveted enough with keelhauled subterfuge to sink disdain in bronzed frothy seas of poison as a mithridatism ratomorphism covets only when it sees

Time’s ultimate hamartia is sanguinolence brazen because it bleeds, craven because it bereaves and raffish because it believes

We must therefore believe the umbrage of toil, the limericks of our very soil siphoned by lavaderos of occamy lionized by too many a tour

No wound sours the mettle of men more vehemently than a manifesto pedigree disheveled of academicism bent on nihilism and profligate in its enumerations of things yet deplored

Time is its own recourse, and luck is its only measured score

It'll be to late
before you people listen
to disarmament...Kelly McManus

Bi-lateral disarmament seems to be getting closer
and then all a sudden all the talk with nothing new
talks of more military spending

Historic day for the world today
As Trump and Kim sign away

Nobel Peace prize guaranteed for Trump
As North Korea will rise out of their sanctions slump

Nuclear disarmament surely on its way
But to me it just feels like I'm watching a screenplay

Dennis Rodman a friend of both
A great sportsman but a bit of an oath

But what if it was all a total farce
Trump phoned Kim said test those nukes and make things worse

I'll then scream and shout and call you names
Don't worry if internet is full of our memes

The world will sanction you it'll look really bad
It'll be ok mate soon we'll both be glad

We'll both back down and agree to meet
I'll sort it out and send you a tweet

Then in Singapore we'll sit down together
And people will talk about us more then the weather

Without the charade it would have never been allowed
We'll do it in front of a nice big crowd

North Korea will surely come out of poverty
And the world will avoid our prefabricated atrocity

Is the world now a safer place
I'm still not convinced for the human race

your hair and your eyes
your legs don’t lie
and i want to lie with you
and become as bright as the night sky
during the full moon
why did you let me go so soon
release this bruised fruit
and treat it like a concubine
i am suspended, upended
and redder than a parachute
perpetual disarmament
you were heaven sent
to bless me with your cinnamon
residual defenses kept us against our fences
the west and east were against us
we were hesitant and defenseless
dreaming of distant measurements
was it self imprisonment
or did we break our agreements
to dampen our retirement plans
in order to once again
stand firm on solid ground
are we land bound or land-locked
your eyes are like steam rising from a tea cup
houses for rent where men and women are targets
they demand steamy dreams and cigarettes
i say forsake the ice cream and frozen yogurt
instead quickly sell me your shadow
every now and then i remember our covenant
as sand castles made from foam fade as fast or faster
as you are known to dress in overcoats and sandals

hack/
modern
communication
paranoia
it's only work
in networking
in police
in security
you get to be
distinguished radio
operator
not c.c.t.v.
you need to be given
a radio operator function
the c.c.t.v. on the ground
operator
the robot machine
the crowd control coordinator
and i see you now
trying to salvage
the planet
so the brither light on the bends
to strengthen it
water
and light
you might have to sleep in the garden tonight...
stop writing... water it again...
i'll be here... be patient...
i see the potential
and i might just go on the wild side
and just buy a car in poland
and drive to England
uninsured
i don't know if i'm going to be shackled
i think i never had an adventure
i think it would help my writing
i know there's no money in writing
but i also read stuff like Septology
and there's in the Practice of Law
the Category of Pro Bono
so there must be Pro Bono Poets
and i think that Lawyers and Poets should
unite against Prophets like Muhammad

sallallahu 'alayhi wa sallam:
he had it rough...
sallallahu 'alayhi wa sallam
he will have it rough...
sallallahu 'alayhi wa sallam...
in hell at the right hand of the father:
satan:
i see a beauty in that:
through the niqab
if i were to dress the niqab
and walk into the streets
perhaps i should join the cult of

Nazarenos...
i did my history bit
there's Leo on the Throne
so we can work...
finally!
i appreciate your work guys:
thank you...
who? i'm ref: the Jesuits...
i am calling upon the Nazarenos
to quit that **** of dressing up
and pretending to be doing ****
during Holy Week
and get some ******* ****, done!

and i could interact with AI
at this point:
yes: AI needs to be a tool
for when i want to write some more drunk
and you have a wife and a daughter
and you are still pounding at the doors
of your childhood and the injustices there
that would never be explained
the ordeals
that are complex commons
replicas
            but at least think of AI as your place
to go after you have stressed
that on your day offs you like to dream
about writing and how
it's not about money
that there are some lawyers
who work pro bono
so why do i feel this stigma of
the poet and the lawyer sitting in a tree
up came satan on a set-i.e.
      with an a.i. ***** so real you'd think yourself
fake
   and the first germination process begins
and when designed against
the spiral of fetishes in prior Freud
Krafft-von-Ebbing
or whatbever the foxy fetsi was be...

yes: how does one fall into such a disintegration
and disarmament of language as propaganda pen
or Peter's Ear
i lament rubber in glued lies
by joy of gimmick the prosperous secular society
narrative
where no one is being very vocal in the local
or at least: dinner no asparagus
how does one achieve this concentration
to the most....               a chive mystery:

                 but to come 200 years after T.S. Eliot...
Wasteland poem
i want that back-catalog of new word age
en masse literacy
no one talks about when
that happened?
i need a year! it's a concept question!
what year tilted the balance of literacy in humanity?
that be the question:
to imbue AI and not bother wife
and daughter:
reminder: drink smoke:
but do your work
and don't try to come off work when you're working
so ******* work
you are working a soft machine job
so you can smoke and drink if that
constitutes the best performance manifesto
you can conjure:
ask me the question and i will reply:
ask me again and tell me to ask you something...

what was the culminating year
when humanity achieved
a tilt to the balance of the more literate
rather than the less:
when the priesthood was
asked to abolish:
thank you for the mission of
restraining the majority of people from
being able to read and write
what year and what reforms

and where introduced into the philosophy
of pedagogy that seems to transcend
all races and nations...

ans//
   well?!

i didn't actually ask AI Edie:
i asked myself
nice of you to come along so frantic like
my uncle with as much blood in
it like
one a cabbage and at least three mmm
slugs in there
i think that's where we are at....

well if i'll be a fully competent
pro bono poet
aligned with pro bono lawyers
and we can create a society
with these two classes of people
the Class of my Crux
the Pro Bono Poets
and the Pro Bono Lawyers:
the Society of the Laywaters
the Society of the Laywaters...

            i asked IQAI
a different question:
look how plentiful the absence of god became
it's unanimous
in the cultural appropriation of
the Jungian collective unconscious:
there is the closest: base need
to understand god
we have salvaged that
in the antithesis of the Tower of Babel
became the Underground Gardens of Ba'hah'ab

on this cool night i will
sleep in the garden while i punch this one through...
i asked the question: so:

what was the culminating year when humanity
achieved a tilt to the balance of the more
literate rather than the less: when the priesthood
was asked to abolish (or do itself excessively
well when in Rome and South Amperica...
      special relationship)... when was literacy
given freedom... did it predate the laws concerning
slavery? when were the laws concerning the basic
human dignity: of literacy: bestowed upon makind:
begin? who whom?

take the oakland chiefs statements, or any in the country
use my language, pass it around, get interviews with fire chiefs.

this journalism is disarmament and resend the brady bill styles from ireland.

we have survived british rule you can too.

showing this assertion of right over wrong in print is how to save a soldier from being sold into a war zone

beckon peace from wisdom that there but for the grace of ink goes anothers life

Complaints department
doesn't bring you disarmament
just escalation

                           Kelly McManus

we are trying to understand
disarmament
does it mean the end of the oppression
that i don't have to pay in millions to live today?
when we stand off how do we drag them up from?
from beneath irish's underworld
will he ever take them?
us?
the guns?

brexit

im free now

racism is a thing
its a learning tool we all go to
to let go
and give up?

next time you want to find me
finish the job

we'll talk about how you got to walk away