The Christmas rush has started, and the countdown has begun
Advent doors are opened, but look what you have done
You've ridiculed the Bounty bar, and your spoiling all the fun
Why buy a Celebration, if your not happy after one ?

What's behind the cardboard doors, what did you all expect
A gold ring perhaps, or the keys for a corvette?
Why bother with an advent, when you have no respect
There's no need for chocolate genocide, or coconut neglect

You shouldn't be so outraged, with your Christmas Celebrations
I don't understand the malice, or the advent hesitations
If you don't want a bounty, buy heroes or sensations
It's hardly a matter for Interpol, or the united nations

Celebrations are your choice, there's no cause for your regret
The outcome is quite obvious, why are you so upset
Are the pictures not a clue, to what your gonna get ?
No rarity of Bounty hunters, so don't mess with Boba Fett

Are Maltesers that much lighter, in a Galaxy far away
Maybe you will find Mars, in between the Milky Way
A Twix or Galaxy Caramel, they we're for a different day
But you've dissed your celebrations, and no longer want to play

Some YouTube clips have surfaced, and I have read the blogs
I think it's just pathetic, seeing chocolate thrown down bogs
Your creating your own misery, as well as yule time logs
You won't be very happy, when your toilet blocks and clogs

On day two you still complained, and you wanted to resist
Is that because the chocolate, was not on your Christmas list
Would you be pleased with mistletoe, if you never did get kissed
Christmas spirit has been lost, with your Snickers in a twist

Some people are just morons, that's the message that they've sent
Their expectations are to high, and cruel jokes are never meant
Why is Bounty not as good, to start of an event
A Snickers in your calendar, doesn't mean a ruined advent

It is late
too late now,
everything hurts,
you have no face at all.
Lights are still shining bright
while your broken soul is dying.
Sense and meaning,
two things that I don't seem to get.
Come here and tell me
that you care.
This heartless city keeps burning all your letters.
Somehow I'm not impressed.

Pokemon was a way to train warriors, worried about their tribal spells, being ready for the action, and the mother is okay with him taking a long time to get to bed at night before his big match, and it's all set and ready, and its all set and ready, and the interpol weaves the majestic time tables to rotate into another direction, because they are full of perfection, the pokemon, presenting itself in the highest of fashions, in a beautiful red and white ball that reflects the sunshine always, yes.  

The different characters follow along their path, and they love to make their crazy sounds, and the brightest creature of all the creatures is a cat with thunderbolts!   A CAT WITH THUNDERBOLTS

shooting the lightning
shooting the lighting
shooting the majesties
shooting the lightning
shooting the lightning
shooting the majesties

OUT OF CONTROL
AND FULLL OF SPLENDOR AND MADNESS AND SWINE AROUND THE CORDIAL MEASURE OF SPENDITUDE ALONG A SACRED LINE
ALONG A SACRED LINE

When you went out on me, you forgot your things.
I left them for days, hoping you would return,
To take them away,
But on the 100th hour I found a box and decided to pack for you.

I started with the ashes of a poster you made me. Drug tights that I found in your car that weren’t mine and your phone, vibrating from the sext messages.  In went ash tray, over used bottles and unused condoms.  I found the rope that was always knotted closer to my end.  Cut my finger on the broken mirror of insecurity you placed in front of me when talking to your other girlfriends.  I tossed in the mask you loved wearing.  Buckets of *****.  Your socks.  Empty cans of courage.  Clocks full of hours I wasted when waiting for your replies.  A glass full of gasoline tears.  I had to throw in the skin you clawed off my back.  ***** sheets.  Cigarette ends.  Sifted through piles of poems describing a woman that wasn’t me, and found my love letters you tossed aside.  Towards the bottom I found ticket stubs, and the pick-up lines that never failed you.

But underneath the dirt I found this:

Pebbles from the playground with the tallest slide.  Sand from San Diego.  Mental pictures I took of you while you lay next to me.  Your cologne and your Fleet Foxes shirt.  The Lennon and Yoko vinyl we danced to for the first time.  Memories of you asking to distract me.  Memories of waking up next to you the first night I stayed over.  Interpol.  Pictures of you looking me in the eyes, convincing me that you loved me.  A scribbled drawing of a beast and you holding hands.  The wicker chair from the back porch.  Bukowski’s War All the Time from that hot summer day.  Splinter Cell.  I felt you kissing down my spine, and then back up.  I found images of us laughing.

I'm keeping the good things, but I can no longer bear this box of burdens on my own, and it is not fair to send your way either.  I’ll do us both a favor.  I’ll light a match and let the ******* burn.

Some people say the man is a strange host.
Whoever invited by Moreno
His legs become heavy, will not his guest
There be, and if he can, he will say, ‘No!’
Waiters in his service to Interpol
Company belong, in his hotel’s room
Talks held are hard, one shakes like a trapped mole,
And his big eyes furniture and walls zoom.
Al-Bashir he invited, and his trips
Were reduced. When out he goes on tiptoes
He walks for fear of the boss, who pays tips.
Kaddafi he invited, and his foes
        Chose his life to close, as he feared to end
        Like Slobodan. But Gbagbo hide couldn’t find.

Excerpt of Delenda Benghazi, Said Kaddafi
http://www.amazon.com/Delenda-Benghazi-said-Kaddafi-ebook/dp/B0077K010K

The Feast of the Epiphany This Year

If the Three Kings were to visit today
They’d need the proper paperwork
Passports and visas, and what is the  purpose
Of your visit? A check through INTERPOL

A cavity search by rubbery hands
An escort armed with bribes and Kalashnikovs
Through tourists armed with me-phones, selfie sticks
And cardboard chalices, following a Starbuck’s

Searching the East for a wondrous ATM
If the Three Kings were to visit today

When is the game over?
When the man dies?
When the first born is a girl?
At the end of the first meal without salt?
When the woman dies?
At sunset?
At the late time of night when the spirit ebbs?
When his one good joke is repeated too often?
When his son is killed by friendly fire?
When the potatoes are blighted?
At the end of high school football stardom?
When rejected by a prom date?
When destituted by frivolous litigation
Destituted by insufficient health insurance?

When caught cheating?
At cards?
In adultery?
In a resume?
By the IRS

When caught?
In a sting?
Ten most wanted?
Interpol?

When I finish my drink?
When I empty my wallet?

.           Interpol regulators are
            putting APB’s on poets
            with empathy for Gaza.

             Anti Semantic is what
             the charge is, and our
             poetry will be deleted.

             [Government Warning]
             reading or reproducing,
             even, reciting, is illegal!

george bush planned a corsage
dependent upon surplus
the last generation of wealth
becomes the great gift of freedom
that i should have writen of death, instead
and in his sted i list at bottom mass
the critical distinction of time in my irish well
spent
on terrorizing liberties grey
she hath no mercy?
your dim release of execute?
suppository filth
filth of debate, the rush to go without, worlds in peace

interpol may now resign or no resign?> thomas picketty

I can spot the points where I fell
It's all a bunch of nerves
and arousal and unrequited love

It's all about getting used to ****
Demisexuality? I kiss way too easily
The old pathway reigns supreme
it always wins! If you allow it
I am gnawing on hard bones
I am getting attached to the hard drugs
that I never planned to get caught on
yeah, that's it: I'm ******* caught.
Erasing myself quickly - but no more
It's like getting used to a same song
(Obstacle 1 by Interpol played now)
and ignoring the myriad offered by the world

In your absence - I am something and nothing
In your presence - a electricity current
A drug shot to the vein, that makes me forget
about safety and health, and I beam
but I know it's not correct, in fact,
it's a mistake
because you and I will drown
in a well of pain

London opened my eyes
was it me? was it my friends?
River Thames
I knew you'd clean my brain

Interpol
ate?

wait!
interpolate

that's better.

Who am I?  I is a letter not a word. a letter is unique.  one of 26.  only 26.

I have never felt like one of…anything
to say one of…means when you are not there you are missing

you are missed

I have disappeared many times
but I have never been missed

The earth is vast.  But my space is narrow.  A cave.  I see only projections.  To me.  You.
Who ever you are.  Are what you were that day.  Nothing more.  

I am a bad habit.  The result of a bad habit.  I was never intended.  I have no tongue.  My words are garbled.  Misunderstood.   I have no ears.  Your words do not exist.  To me.

Eternity is a circle.  Inside a square.  And I feel the breath of a dying angel on my skin.  Cold.  Like the reach of desperation.  Hope is one finger raised to heaven.  And a cliff.  You choose the finger.  

Guardians are a myth.  No one is watching us.  

I am listening to Interpol again.  the first record.  when it was a new sound.  and you could get lost.  in it.  you wanted it.  but did not know what it was.
what do you do when you meet your own resistance?  do you mingle and merge?  or do you run and hide?

Through the storms and the light
Baby, you stood by my side
And life is wine
But there are days in this life
When you see the teeth marks of time
Two lovers divide
Sound meets sound, babe
The echoes, they surround
And all that we need is one thing
Now what is there to allow?
Babe, it's time
We gave something new a try
Oh, alone we may fight
So just let us be three
And, baby, tonight
I see your lips are on fire and life is wine
Now the windows are open
The moon is so bright
'Cause no one can tell us
What love brings for you and I
Sound meets sound, babe
The echoes, they surround
And all that we need is one thing
Now what is there to allow?
Babe, it's time
We give something new a try
Oh, alone we may fight
So just let us be three
Tonight
Through the storms and the light
Baby, you stood by my side
And life is wine
You feel the sweet breath of time
It's whispering its truth, not mine
There's no in *******
And I am all for it
Babe, it's time we give something new a try
Oh, alone we may fight
And feathers bend like trees in the moonlight
Babe, it's time we give something new a try
Oh, alone we may fight
So just let us be three tonight

the finished expose on skid row in los angeles went out to the editors and then to the village voice

los angeles skid row language know

strange fruit for the village voice

she's up all night till the sun

goodbye irish
my girl's soul
sings in me
if he can make it to 5
i can get to 10 in chains
lord,

and i send, gold
books of lies
that the worth of tonight

the worthless ways of last time
can go to hell, for making me 5
and now i go back to silent

chasing angxine
deaf skins, grasping withered tiles
unfind my lips
prohibition

transmorgaphied freaks screened
undowning the cloths
traipsings of fine
lest godly maketh reworking signs
#tarynmanning

these are lives of homeless people left out in the purge during realignment with the first wave of prisoners to be mathematically irrelevent because bondslaving the prison is treasury notes

census level capitalism and legislators delight


your brother is safe
he arrives at the library
and is made to understand
interpol
hail a cab home.

as to our address
may we proceed with change to
the new office? with paperwork
racquel is still and outside, sunbathing
i have been denied my ebt
will you arrange these? thank you


irish soundtrack to alive for the last of my irish slaves
#clairewilliams #danieldaylewis #evagreen


lip top london band no bank
tifear, unclear
followed and unclean
seen as chaste
unnatural'd pace'd

this unkempt boy
thrown to and fro
stairs built
and disavowed the heel

this is a right of a human

locomotion is not debate

police in america have not the double under
this is interpol logic
there is no to be sure
police, "you are just as an employee of the homeless"

failure to respond to a hail
and follow order is end of job.
no children curfew the night in cars
#cagovernor #realdonaldtrump #mayorofla #evagreen #emmawatson #clairewilliams


the might and the measure
as pursuing crime violates hypocratic oath
trials begin
medical buildings are vacated
sunlight and physical therapy decrease homicide carts
also evidence of filth
filth is a destabilized unsound mind

this scalpel and the mind of diag....
my not diagram military logistic command of daylight

the immediating of messiah and mercy in eulogy of duty
the ignorance of confine

i am writing and publishing logic.


enter the knower

this is this, freedom of movement
the caustic callous medical community is without insurance
pull cords.


civilized?
the take and the quake
welcome to geo engineering
on a global sentence i will use ....
an irish dictionary
and observe silence of spent...

my chosen holiday is called spent

in the orient

what i came to say is
that what i can do before the hague is
wait

we are civilized america
this is the holocaust's...
blowing back on you

welcome to my west end girls

the girl, has a father
i know nothing of this sounds truth

your fathers are ******

i learned the experience of ...
time travel
it is a survival skill....
described in the south by
conductors

go out and find peace through the **** science

i am not from here

that is interrogation method 1 to.....
disprove law #1
law#1 in question....
hate
in irish poetry's spill of hate if came and wept

this is calabasas, news of incubus

pardon's answer is not finite

these are the greater people i must die for?

but yes i am your audience standing right behind you

in real life im just as a jamiroquai poser is
i think the act of attempting jamiroquai may be the secret to life
if we could allow the living of this art form from time to another time
i might slide

i love beck how tom curren has to learn from pat like that

so paris ate a drug war, who hasn't added some nofx in bed

my tune as a front man keeps it even flow
i am the reader
will you catch up with me now guys
i got deeper in the roll

i don't have time
i found peace at the entrance
to the path
my life cycle ends here it tells me
i feel the after earth
drying without me

finding the leader is you
and the time of before speaking

phonecia is me

after vishnu and kali is ganesha
that wasn't a new beginning ganesha
it was me
this is my responsible

the troubles of ireland were long
today is longer
please yourself with troubles
#kendalljenner #emmawatson #sageerickson


length without shelter
the ordinance ordering to move so city litter jobs may issue formal complaint
while citizen faces exhaustion, having assault of my peace approach me with gun and policy further gains against my speech while eating breakfast in predictable accord with failed policy of government, this the district has time for while taxing the entire country for progress? your office professionally allows magical accomplishments far superior to the normal life of an american?

the people are obviously concerned with the spotlights again.


out here on my own
to be the brilliant, too much
front page people can't read?
sell in sell out, the passing of, often
loves losing hands, hands clasped
the shut of time
against the give
you are going
into a place foreign
and i will not know
of finding together with eye's in the night

frank is one frank
what's priceless
illiterate joy
#mslaurynhill

being in the critics reach
being inside of the critics reach
that is the journalist's place
how we are dealing underneath
thoughts of a man or woman leader
that still end's up with being under

authority and freedom has an extinction
it end's free thoughts of the one
the one that has to be a woman is right

that's a relationship i create out of poetry
it has connections to empty wells of me
nothing is gonna change about, what?
the way girls are? the way boys need lessons

news is not news, it is in the fold of anothers arms for now


healing a city torn
the times take from a life,
they rarely deliver anymore
anymore than is expected
postage starts meaning
after the pandemic
the flowering baby, miracles
those are back in town
at least, children are innocent again

the journals we all peep from
are womens feelings, not rights
the intuition a girlfriend told me
thats what she is into
she has a baby, we had a baby
for a little bit of my life
i got to know the intuitive way
but that's not who i really am
the baby is not mine, it's his dad's
and that was love.

time shares it's water with life
and
and you cannot change too much
about that way
about that way where you live alone
i know how to find that way home.


previous design of
clerical error
as in
step up in thousand oaks
rental agreement of body

adjust as follows

clerical error that is missing is.....
deed of property for one
kevin mathenia
apartment
now a 30 million dollar loss of property

this is a mechanics lien

this is a watergate
a human rights violation
and an antitrust investigation

I will cease to attempt fix Zendesk religious police confrontations
#asmirwin #cagovernor #mayorofla #realdonaldtrump

Valentines Day
If you're single
Is a simple
Yet brutal reminder
That although
You may be loved
By friends
There is no-one
Who actually fancies you
Or, you have admirers
So secret
That not even
MI5, MI6, The KGB, CIA
Or Interpol
Know of their existence
could be an
"Insane Vet Lady"
Unvetted!

by Jemia

the finished expose on skid row in los angeles went out to the editors and then to the village voice

los angeles skid row language know

strange fruit for the village voice

she's up all night till the sun

goodbye irish
my girl's soul
sings in me
if he can make it to 5
i can get to 10 in chains
lord,

and i send, gold
books of lies
that the worth of tonight

the worthless ways of last time
can go to hell, for making me 5
and now i go back to silent

chasing angxine
deaf skins, grasping withered tiles
unfind my lips
prohibition

transmorgaphied freaks screened
undowning the cloths
traipsings of fine
lest godly maketh reworking signs
#tarynmanning

these are lives of homeless people left out in the purge during realignment with the first wave of prisoners to be mathematically irrelevent because bondslaving the prison is treasury notes

census level capitalism and legislators delight

pursuint
to the criminal justice code
of the social security numbers
of the poplulation of ventura county
obstructions to justice carrying forfeited license
of ownership of citizenship
titled as property owner(s) of slaves titled homeless
there are no homeless americans
prisoners confines are allocated within budget constraint
and codified by the military
these are prisoners rights
the supreme court docket numbers shall have due process
forthwith

your brother is safe
he arrives at the library
and is made to understand
interpol
hail a cab home.

as to our address
may we proceed with change to
the new office? with paperwork
racquel is still and outside, sunbathing
i have been denied my ebt
will you arrange these? thank you


irish soundtrack to alive for the last of my irish slaves
#clairewilliams #danieldaylewis #evagreen


lip top london band no bank
tifear, unclear
followed and unclean
seen as chaste
unnatural'd pace'd

this unkempt boy
thrown to and fro
stairs built
and disavowed the heel

this is a right of a human

locomotion is not debate

police in america have not the double under
this is interpol logic
there is no to be sure
police, "you are just as an employee of the homeless"

failure to respond to a hail
and follow order is end of job.
no children curfew the night in cars
#cagovernor #realdonaldtrump #mayorofla #evagreen #emmawatson #clairewilliams


the might and the measure
as pursuing crime violates hypocratic oath
trials begin
medical buildings are vacated
sunlight and physical therapy decrease homicide carts
also evidence of filth
filth is a destabilized unsound mind

this scalpel and the mind of diag....
my not diagram military logistic command of daylight

the immediating of messiah and mercy in eulogy of duty
the ignorance of confine

i am writing and publishing logic.


enter the knower

this is this, freedom of movement
the caustic callous medical community is without insurance
pull cords.


civilized?
the take and the quake
welcome to geo engineering
on a global sentence i will use ....
an irish dictionary
and observe silence of spent...

my chosen holiday is called spent

in the orient

what i came to say is
that what i can do before the hague is
wait

we are civilized america
this is the holocaust's...
blowing back on you


material assesment
intervention cause
emergency broadcast relays

thousand oaks fire ecology
non breathable alternative scheme's

aggregation reports due today

needs....
logging equiped and dispatched
surveys of hot match reads collected in route
clearings and ravine timber clearings
this is a hot patch of oak covered in ash
up to the charcoaling of the frosted ketch
to late for arbor
gotta clear cut this visor or shes gonna gulp
this is everday you don't listen and follow instructions of mine you leave this mess behind, that is an obstruction you create by running away with clerical errors i need fixed

welcome to my west end girls

the girl, has a father
i know nothing of this sounds truth

your fathers are ******

i learned the experience of ...
time travel
it is a survival skill....
described in the south by
conductors

go out and find peace through the **** science

i am not from here

that is interrogation method 1 to.....
disprove law #1
law#1 in question....
hate
in irish poetry's spill of hate if came and wept

this is calabasas, news of incubus

pardon's answer is not finite

these are the greater people i must die for?

but yes i am your audience standing right behind you

in real life im just as a jamiroquai poser is
i think the act of attempting jamiroquai may be the secret to life
if we could allow the living of this art form from time to another time
i might slide

i love beck how tom curren has to learn from pat like that

so paris ate a drug war, who hasn't added some nofx in bed

my tune as a front man keeps it even flow
i am the reader
will you catch up with me now guys
i got deeper in the roll

i don't have time
i found peace at the entrance
to the path
my life cycle ends here it tells me
i feel the after earth
drying without me

finding the leader is you
and the time of before speaking

phonecia is me

after vishnu and kali is ganesha
that wasn't a new beginning ganesha
it was me
this is my responsible

the troubles of ireland were long
today is longer
please yourself with troubles
#kendalljenner #emmawatson #sageerickson


length without shelter
the ordinance ordering to move so city litter jobs may issue formal complaint
while citizen faces exhaustion, having assault of my peace approach me with gun and policy further gains against my speech while eating breakfast in predictable accord with failed policy of government, this the district has time for while taxing the entire country for progress? your office professionally allows magical accomplishments far superior to the normal life of an american?

the people are obviously concerned with the spotlights again.


out here on my own
to be the brilliant, too much
front page people can't read?
sell in sell out, the passing of, often
loves losing hands, hands clasped
the shut of time
against the give
you are going
into a place foreign
and i will not know
of finding together with eye's in the night

frank is one frank
what's priceless
illiterate joy
#mslaurynhill

being in the critics reach
being inside of the critics reach
that is the journalist's place
how we are dealing underneath
thoughts of a man or woman leader
that still end's up with being under

authority and freedom has an extinction
it end's free thoughts of the one
the one that has to be a woman is right

that's a relationship i create out of poetry
it has connections to empty wells of me
nothing is gonna change about, what?
the way girls are? the way boys need lessons

news is not news, it is in the fold of anothers arms for now


healing a city torn
the times take from a life,
they rarely deliver anymore
anymore than is expected
postage starts meaning
after the pandemic
the flowering baby, miracles
those are back in town
at least, children are innocent again

the journals we all peep from
are womens feelings, not rights
the intuition a girlfriend told me
thats what she is into
she has a baby, we had a baby
for a little bit of my life
i got to know the intuitive way
but that's not who i really am
the baby is not mine, it's his dad's
and that was love.

time shares it's water with life
and
and you cannot change too much
about that way
about that way where you live alone
i know how to find that way home.


previous design of
clerical error
as in
step up in thousand oaks
rental agreement of body

adjust as follows

clerical error that is missing is.....
deed of property for one
kevin mathenia
apartment
now a 30 million dollar loss of property

this is a mechanics lien

this is a watergate
a human rights violation
and an antitrust investigation

I will cease to attempt fix Zendesk religious police confrontations

poor richards almanac, the telephone pages, yellow pages
white pages, new york standard networking skills, no cheat codes phone sharks, you will get x'd  out of cool and served want ad's ala backpage tramps, the ladies have always been tramps lookin for a tram out of town boys,

and non profits are why we provide poor richard an excuse for work and fatherly duties, because we don't mind that he and his pumpkins only go on sale by the wayside farms of the road once and an often thought about side of getting to work is staying out of peoples business because i just tagged you all with the espionage act courtesy of interpol and linkin park,  enjoy discordian's office gates. shes a big interpol officer. never heard of you, giddy up

I just cleared Langley hurdles
Now it's back to Quantico for trials of perjury
Then interpol assembly
The gavel is absconding

tifear, unclear
followed and unclean
seen as chaste
unnatural'd pace'd

this unkempt boy
thrown to and fro
stairs built
and disavowed the heel

this is a right of a human

locomotion is not debate

police in america have not the double under
this is interpol logic
there is no to be sure
police, "you are just as an employee of the homeless"

failure to respond to a hail
and follow order is end of job.
no children curfew the night in cars

as passing soldier to your quarter
i made you bite that tongue
exiting interpol i relieved your bit
thats programmed man down

as citizen is forced into homelessness after homekey fraud
the measure of crime lengthens into terminology
this terminology comes from the above description
of attempted acts of war
the actual provisions of terms are beyond citizens scope to describe
citizen is experiencing an act of terrorism by authorities
and this violates international law, interpol policy forbids .......

geneva convention language will derive protective orders for homeless humans in american henceforth

submission sent to bangladash interpol

notice of california fire ecology legislative shortfall
and new american military measure writings
available on amazon

he arrives at the library
and is made to understand
interpol
hail a cab home.

as to our address
may we proceed with change to
the new office? with paperwork
racquel is still and outside, sunbathing
i have been denied my ebt
will you arrange these? thank you


irish soundtrack to alive for the last of my irish slaves