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WA West Sep 2018
overt discriminations
polaroid dickensian remonstrations
elevated poo pooing of forecasted demonstrations
coalescing in a whitley bay bus stop
be sick on my shoes
angel of the overcast sky

I will fornicate with bureaucrats and syncophants
call me beligerent in an acid rain downpour
belicose victim of the jackbooted thuggery
tattooed forearms,
a conduit for satanic grunting
I hear volcanos erupting, sick sick

Debonair and not caring
uppercutting the earth until it enters a feotal position
razorblade wit and ******* upon a darras hall balcony
I would like to inhibit a physical space paramount and facile
I smell tomato ketchup and whipped flesh
unequal pleasures and sequinned ******
boot me into a grave state of mind
Call me a pacifist activist deploring insanity of war,
never a Fitbit moon-unit soldier of military industrial
complex, this articulate baby boomer verily stupefied,
openmouthed, dumbfounded at inane ill logic to send
best and brightest, or even those boasting commend

able faculties of body, mind, and spirit (tracing a long
jagged genealogical line harkening millenniums 'pon
fighting for king crimson ransom (demarcating advent
of civilization aggregating en mass), and subsequent
dawn of internecine killing fields.

*************
Dictators topple puppet regimes wobbling
viz falling dominoes crumbling tombstones
roaming contemporary caesars fiddle
Nero foo fighters kindle burning desire

donned gawd father issues hut two, three, four...
tramping grapes of wrath
lady liberty fruited plain laid waste,
*****, pillaged defrocked

inalienable rights: pursuit of happiness
life, liberty sabotaged
dough bro’s rank and file grunts
groom thinly veil unbridled guise

coup d'etat usurp democracy
constitution left in tatters
scattershot blitzkrieg genocide scored
martial fife and corporeal
contraband taps out air

key up magnificently arrayed
highland manor soldiers
bouzouki plucking
troubadour looting accompanies
autocratic regime firebrand

dons singular purpose
affixes emergency legislation suspended
emergency moratorium stifles government
abrogates presidential elections

sanctioned covenants blithely overthrown
social media linkedin commoners coalescence
jackbooted oppressive thugs click heels
protestation meted with truncheon

tear gas canisters, pistol whip, pepper sprayed
defiant demonstrators fold
resurgent subsequent twittering uber vent
facebook, instagram, snapchat recruit

communal cascade brave combat gear
buttressed fighting force feckless fealty
(take knee) pledge allegiance furnish salvo
civilian guerillas unexpected tea and sympathy

reinforcements salvo nsync with lockstep march
coup d'etat spontaneous mission
unite dead reckoning sites unwaveringly
"FAKE" feint obeisance

flaunts commander in chief
freedom fighters fabricate "witch hunt"
megaphone blares while POTUS
perfumed, manicured, coiffed
particularly pleased popinjay puzzled

barreling madding crowd spurs surrender
presidential incumbency abridged
ousted apprenticed commander in chief
imprisoned under house arrest.
The Unbeliever Aug 2014
Not myself
I've never known that
Too many scars
Sifting through
Emotions
Pains
My
Eyes

See the world
But not the world
Seeing what I want
Ignoring what doesn't
For my my reality
That's the reality of
A past that was only
My life
All I knew
Is all I became

I wanted, sweetness
A part of me that I couldn't find
And thought lost

Thought gone forever
Unattainable, all my dreams
Crushed beneath my mother's
Jackbooted high heels

I carried this through my life
Not to use, but be used
Love, not beloved
And everything suffered
Husbands, children, friends
I tortured them all
Whipping them
With a reality
Only my own
Trying to impose it
To make it real for them
Force them to see
Why I was so damaged

And maybe,
I reached to them
How I wanted to be understood
When they saw me for
Who I wanted to be
Rather than just my scars

Pity,
What I wanted was pity,
Unspoken and vehemently denied
Always the victim
Of the world, of others
So unkind, this internal
Screaming, but silent
Defender of mine
Making me the victim
Again and again

Driving forces
An unmet sister of my soul
The mirror, mine
Showing me hope
By bringing up my past
Reliving all the pain
But giving perspective
I had never held before

She is saving herself
Healing, with a husband's
Sometimes less than gentle hands
On her shoulders, around her waist
Holding her high and giving her ground
Becoming an anchor
A port in the storm
And I heal, through her
Patching scars, and
Giving return
Vanishing the lingering doubts
Rebuilding hope against fears

For a moment, just one
I found the world
It's bustle and pace
Less scary
Just knowing
My mirror
Was out there
Looking back at me
And maybe,
I give her hope

Returning
This precarious,
Precious gift
Thank you, My Friend, for helping quiet the demons we share in our souls
Unblinking reflexive opinions lean
     indubitably, favorably and certifiably
     with minimal pandering soliciting
     uber voodoo yawping woos

socially quintessentially obviously markedly
     consciousness brakes alignment
     defining mine political views
loosely yet not strictly, jerry-rigged,

     hidebound Democratic
     fealty haltingly pledged ones and twos
to roster of candidates
     slated to challenge incumbent Republicans

     all to quickly accused,
     sans participating sinister ruse
this active voter puzzled at controversial
     eyeopening ex post facto

     fractiousgovernmental
     harmfully injuriously jaw-dropping
     suppression within top secret queues
during nasty donkey kong braying p's and q's
(case in point) scurrilous, opprobrious,

     and malodorous Clinton administration,
where (based upon my recent perusing
     "The Peoples History” –
     me strongly endorses

     (authored by Howard Zinn news
worthy revelation, (whose recounting
     atrocious, calumnious, egregious
     glaring ignominious knowledge

     jackbooted, mandated, predicated
     on blind trust, essentially billeted
     charade, facade, inlaid faux Hope loose
bandied cutthroat gratuity legislation

     favoring pandering "pork" via
     pretentiousness to wealthy gentiles Jews
abandoning average civilians snuffing out
     sputtering, grousing, and hoo's

flick erring tapering fuse
whereat this news worthy informed citizen
     totally tubularly unaware of any clues
pertaining to antithetical maneuvers,

     (loo win ski) shenanigans, and undertakings
     today yields genuine boo's
toward Clinton, where I despondently feel
     he renegged promises

     made to electorate (except top 1 %) got souled
     (sold) to remaining 99% cheapest bidders
     as-sized thirteen duff heated no nothing
     sneezing Schnorrers
     spluttering phelgm at me at-chews.
Graff1980 Dec 2014
They say she cuts a crude figure with her finger flying in the air
She’s been pulling punches since she got here
But now that she unleashed the heat
Now that she is firing back at that jackbooted fear rooted system
Well, she’s an uppity ***** or a snotty ****
A feminist **** on the hunt
For a masculine target
But, when she was docile she was to quiet,
She was a sheep that didn’t stand up enough
When she was bipartisan they called her indecisive and weak
Like a bad painting you say you want her over there
Then you want her over here
If she stays home to be a mother
She is a lazy
If she goes to work
She’s a bad mother
If she changes her mind
She’s to passive
If she sticks to her guns
She’s to bossy
What a bunch of bat ****
They barely managed to move the glass ceiling
And now they are lowering it again
If she wants control of her body
Than it is a sin
If she gives in to male control
Then it cycles back again
If life was a race she would never win
Cause pulsing ***** proselytizers
Keep hiding the finish line before she gets to the end
(thus forever experiencing craving to eat cheese)

Nothing but gridlock traffic
(far as thee eye could see)
heading east on Schuylkill Expressway
(oxymoronic name for quickest route
into center city, albeit Philadelphia),

yet this papa promised eldest daughter
freshly minted University
of Pennsylvania graduate
hoping to make amends
prior to first born heading

of into blue, (...er rather green,
asper legal tender) beyond
(without doubt experiencing more
financial security than yours truly,
whose penurious crisis

tantamount to being self ostracized
within luxe MainLine,
where one percent flaunt their wealth
disparage dirt poor folks like this sir
meaning husband, his spouse

plus attendant two biological kin
reinforcing feeling inferior,
among those earning or
inheriting fistfulls of moolah,
said offspring also lodged opprobrium

citing slovenly housekeeping
amidst generations (Zison heirlooms)
yielding barely ample space
our family of four analogous
to sardines in a tin packed to the gills,

which pennilessness exacerbated
since neither mama nor papa (me) worked
reasons squarely linkedin to mental illness
asper myself - chronic anxiety, panic attacks
with concomitant courtesy benefits;

adrenaline maddeningly coursing thru veins
palms sweating profusely, racing heart
irritable bowels syndrome, nausea, vertigo...
physiological symptoms

played offal, nasty, malicious
cruel version of knick knack paddy whack...
with these lovely bones
severely disabled me to function
academia, employment, socialization...

imperiled satisfactory existence
learning, working, commingling
felt like butchered bovine
at slaughterhouse five.

bonhomie within beastie boy here
in short supply, an understatement,
now impossible mission to recoup
sabotaged, jackbooted, atrophied....
blissful happy go lucky little boy

blessedly energetic innately
nervous tensing up,
manifesting cringing pose
no matter parents lenient
though father bellowed stern rebukes

perhaps interpreting paternal rejection
sole son less gifted prowess with smarts
in short, no weigh,
shape, or form, a polymath
cultivated, habituated, ossified

once playful quirky little rascal
set tilled under veritable weathered
sedimentary stagnancy for peat sakes
psyche got bogged down
into impermeable metamorphic hardrock.
iz only wishful thinking

Political polls whether advisory still consider
forty fifth president
dangerous, hazardous, lymphomatous...
known to wield violent blows,
his delusional perception analogous
to fable regarding emperor without any clothes
best to handle beast with more'n kid gloves,
cuz he appears immune to mortality
exhibits symptoms hinting death throes,
as synonymous with Covid-19
and lo similar to Phoenix, he rises again,
yet more pressing headline
of immediate portent woes,

whereby Vladimir Putin hankers
to forge one former Soviet Republic
after the other as putty in his hands
squeezing population as malleable tool
wielding iron clad rule across
the webbed wide world as cruel
de facto, harsh, jackbooted,
malevolent oppressive totalitarian
******* up charges against Ukraine!

Pastor Of Muppets –
shout huzzah no mo' Trump
he's Gone er re: ya - ha
especially “father figure”and meme burr
of the Diatribe for Miss Piggy.
About thirty three months until
2024 presidential election
emotional repercussions still reverberate
how reprobate Trump aims to triumph
graduating magma *** lug head
if not him, one of his henchmen
to become leader of the free world
tampering, gaming (gerrymandering),
bribing to ace highest score
viz Electoral College examination.

Noah yam aghast as Donald Trump
once before nominated president elect,
or more apropos apprentice,
a teetotaler exhibits delirium tremens,
drunk with power to reign
brings corporeal bristling
foretells premonition
regarding apocalyptic approaching
dystopian crisis – as Russian troops
get ready and set to aim muzzle
visualized by yours truly
one basket of deplorable fitbit,

whose shell shocked eggs esse
hints did not peter out
re: fate rigged 2016 election
courtesy Russian uber vice squad
to lyft self anointed deity
appalled hike confess
at prospect outsize bully nabbed
most sought after Whitehouse seat - ugh guess
thine psyche fearful that arrogance, indecency,
pomposity, and vivacity
to break ranks and restore Hess

shun militaristic modus operandi
crowning himself grand poobah
King Kong of Amerika - applauded
by a *** dread locked Klansmen less
or more, with spirit of a jolly roger intent
shredding sacred documents,
and creating a horrible mess
ages will require to restore
prestigious, righteous, and officious,
amazing gracious steeped
in legacy of forefathers and mothers,
which democratic rubric

Paine stay king lee
easel lee trampled oh press
sieve lee in sync with missteps
made during on the job training
at national ex pence augments
ominous ramping up of Tess
toss tear roan, wherefore
if happenstance finds Czech mated xpress
train tearing down the tracts,
we the people of the United States  
vouchsafe for a veep ping Petsmart
prodigy to take over – YES!
Ink roached infestation didst derive within mice elf

Minor emendations to following
just posted verse
oversight to correct dissatisfaction,
yours truly I do curse
ah... methinks if hands of time
can be made to go in reverse
a more exemplary version
to appease acclaimed unnamed wordsmith
cause he feels alarmed
crafting poem worse
than ChatGPT artificial intelligence
app can write
will find him superfluous.

Thus writer of these words
forever mus lee experiencing
craving to eat cheese,
a milk product
eternally preserved within
annals, chronicles, epistles,
et cetera of human civilization
and it's discontents
analogous viz ode (old)
as time itself and lustressly
buttressed on a Grecian Ode frieze
linkedin to Sosibios Vase inductees.

Carp diem bespeaks moment to seize,
whether above memorialized chaste lovers
or emblematic, iconic and opportunistic
actresses Thelma and Louise
the 90's film of female rage
an adventure road drama
caper they did stage,
but aforementioned seminal wage
courtesy Rameses II
begat robust lineage
synonymous with sturdy anchorage,
whereby said prolific *******
endowed legions of sons and daughter
to carry on heritage.

Nothing but gridlock traffic
(far as thee eye could see)
heading east on Schuylkill Expressway
(oxymoronic name for quickest route
into Greek translation
center city of brotherly love,
albeit Philadelphia),
yet this papa promised eldest daughter
then freshly minted University
of Pennsylvania graduate

hoping to make amends
prior to first born heading
of into blue, ...er rather green,
asper legal tender beyond
without doubt experiencing more
financial security than yours truly,
whose penurious crisis
tantamount to being self ostracized
within luxe MainLine,
where one percent flaunt their wealth

disparage dirt poor
festive folks like this sir
meaning husband, his spouse
plus attendant two biological kin
reinforcing feeling inferior,
among those earning or
inheriting fistfulls of moolah,
said offspring also lodged opprobrium
citing slovenly housekeeping
amidst generations (Zison heirlooms)

housed within residence
at 1148 Greentree Lane
yielding barely ample space
our family of four analogous
to sardines in a tin packed to the gills,
which pennilessness exacerbated
since neither mama
nor papa (me) worked
reasons squarely triangulated
linkedin to mental illness

asper myself –
unsung hero of tom tom club
chronic anxiety, panic attacks
with concomitant courtesy benefits;
adrenaline maddeningly coursing thru veins
palms sweating profusely, racing heart
irritable bowels syndrome, nausea, vertigo...
physiological symptoms
played offal, nasty, malicious

cruel version of
knick knack paddy whack...
with these lovely bones
severely disabled me to function
academia, employment, socialization...
imperiled satisfactory existence
learning, working, commingling
felt like butchered bovine
at slaughterhouse five.

Bonhomie within new riders
on the purple sage foo fighting
beastie boy here
in short air supply,
an evanescent understatement,
now impossible mission to recoup
sabotaged, jackbooted, atrophied....
blissful happy go lucky little boy
blessedly energetic innately

nervousness found
yours truly tensing up,
manifesting cringing pose
no matter parents lenient,
though father soulfully
bellowed stern rebukes
perhaps interpreting paternal rejection
sole son less gifted prowess with smarts
in short, no weigh,

shape, or form, a polymath
cultivated, habituated, ossified
once playful quirky little rascal
set tilled under veritable weathered
sedimentary stagnancy for peat sakes
psyche got bogged down
into impermeable metamorphic
igneous hardrock.
Johnny Noiπ Apr 2019
I have no politics. I just wish
other people would leave me
alone; when I was a kid I heard
about this little runt of a guy
with a weird moustache like
Oliver Hardy or Charlie Chaplin;
I wasn't a fan of Chaplin then
but Ollie was one of comedy's
most enduring pair, along with
Stan, who had a connection to
underground comix; anyway, I
figured the weird little guy was
something between the two;
Chaplin was cerebral & pointed,
Ollie & Stan were pure slapstick
to the nth level. So what did this
strange little guy do? He practically
took over the world! Invaded
Poland, attacked the USSR, itself
a huge conglomerate of war; so,
****** I learned that was his name,
& his jackbooted thugs in sharp
uniforms [once the sloppy SA were
gotten rid of], set about invading
Europe, eventually seizing France
who almost immediately divided
in two: **** sympathizing Vichy,
& the underground resistance.
There was no middle ground to the
two sides; many popular French
entertainers joining the fight against
the occupation, & those like Coco
Chanel shacked up with the invaders
for the sake of her own skin, & also
she kind of liked their style; you see,
in the beginning, Adolf ****** was
an artist who dreamt of great things;
he loved Architecture but failed
the entry exams to art school twice,
told to try his hand at architectural
school, ******'s lack formal education
preventing his qualifying. Needless
to say, Adolf designed the whole ****
thing from the ground up; his
groundbreaking thesis Mein Kampf,
spelled out his plans to transform Germany
into veritable Paradise, already thinking
beyond his time; imagining nuclear war,
space travel, even time travel,
super soldiers & androids; ****** knew
his ideas were way out there but he sat
down & designed the ******* flag for
the NSDAP, later, the uniforms for the SS,
who had succeeded the rowdy street fighting
SA in what is called the Night of the Long
Knives; how cool is that? The sequel to the
Night of Broken Glass, also referred to as
Kristallnacht. This was ******'s art, mass
participation performance of beatings, rapes,
killing & destruction; huge bonfires destroyed
precious relics of German literature, mostly
moderns who seemed to advocating a liberal,
bourgeois appeasement of the Jews,
as if going blindly into the open maw of Zion;
He could have been Walt Disney, as creative,
if not more so, or Norman Rockwell, if not as
sedate... ****** could have been a great poet,
foreshadowing the nihilism of the Beats
while carrying forward the lustful aspirations
of Nationalism. There's more to the story
but I was just a kid & the Holocaust didn't
mean **** to me, until I started dating Jewish
girls, even then the subject remained
tangential. ****** was inspired in part
by the American Confederacy which he saw
as a continuation of the successful American
Revolution; & seeing Napoleon as the heir
to the French, ******, & not only ******,
but his loyal followers imagined himself
as the repository of German knowledge
& philosophy; Kant, Wagner, Nietzsche,
Schopenhauer, as well as the Golden
Age knights & Mystic Nordic heroes...
all swirling about in ******'s head as with
the force of sheer will & heightened
oratory skills led the German nation
into the deadliest conflict in history.
****** versus the world; one artist's
attempt to remake the world in his image.
Woebegone, enraged spirits
holographic images taciturn
journeying somberly aghast
at their stolen sacred lands... mourn
dead souls impossible mission

sabotaged aery mission endeavor
happy hunting grounds upheaval
witnessed gaunt ****** sojourn,
perhaps collective aboriginal ghosts return
to haunt cruel innocent heir/heiresses
regarding interlopers, si?

Malicious intent birthed in subsequent
quick succession to adventitious,
(nevertheless grievous) events
visited upon heads of storied "Indians")
misnomer spurred European explorers
(more particularly exploiters),

when "discovering" the Americas
to dole out (deliberately)
contaminated accouterments,
plus various sundry trappings
to native inhabitants.

Gross misdeeds of our long deceased forebears
debauched, decorated, and dedicated
footloose hedonistic jackbooted violent men
loosed mayhem opening pandora's box
unwittingly and/or intentionally disseminating

seeds of annihilation germinating lethal pandemic
decimating innocent ofttimes knowingly
unleashing opportunistic virile organisms
without vital immunity linkedin
****** defense mechanisms.

With advantage of hindsight
always 20/20 (especially
calendrical juncture planetary
space/time continuum 2020)
opprobrium plentifully quoted
as cosmic consciousness skews perspective,

whereby admission acknowledged
conquistadors looted, pillaged, and *****
(blithely, effectively, and indiscriminately killed)
every man, woman, and child
and/or sowed cultural abomination
acceleration, adulation, aeration...

Though thoroughly grounded
within secular humanism
courtesy kickstarting metaphysical realism
philosophical, teleological...
essentially Unitarianism paradigm
whereby ripple repercussions of actions
(think butterfly effect

starring Ashton Kutcher - ha)
trigger domino falling action,
yet additionally affects fate,
particularly he/she who
activated, cultivated, generated...
chain of events, particularly
brutal, deplorable, and unforgivable misdeeds.
Johnny Noiπ Mar 2018
Poets lined up like prisoners; held in place
by **** guards; too weak to stand they fall;
she kicks them; they moan; I love a ****; she
is the lead Rockette who kicks me in the nuts
every night like clockwork; she and her
hydra-headed sisters are my hell; all I see
is the row of jackbooted cheerleaders
lining up to kick me in the nuts;
I love it; I sing its praises; I want this to
happen but it never will; will I ever be
important enough for a committee to be
convened in my honor, under indictment;
publicly humiliated & made to stand alone
as the **** Rockettes line up to take turns
kicking me in the ******* nuts
Just trust the bomb, America.
  We can burn cities into ash
  **** the weirdos not like us
  build democracy from the trash.
  Plant the red white and blue
  in all the loser's graveyards
  protect our sacred glory with
  jackbooted well armed guards.
I don't believe this is what anybody I know wants. I have no trust in our "leaders"!
nivek Nov 2020
jackbooted, goose stepping
marching to the same old same old
No One Has Ever "Found a Virus"

No “virus” ever was found —
Just frauds in a shiny disguise.
What’s the agenda? Dumb them down,
And terror will rule their lives.

They burned the “witches” before —
Inquisition just changed its mask.
Same old lies in a modern war,
And fools still believe — don’t ask.



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They found no virus — just control.
Fear is the leash for the soulless fold.



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No virus — just lies for the herd.
Bow to the fear, you pitiful ****.



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No plague, just a priest in a lab coat —
And masses who die just to stay afloat.



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The Gospel of the Germless Lie

In the name of control, they sold you fear.
With every whispered lie, they drew you near.
You bowed to the mask, the needle, the claim —
And the virus they birthed was their hunger for shame.

But now, the truth shall break through the veil,
Expose the faceless gods who set sail,
On ships of deceit, to conquer your mind,
And leave you a slave, forever confined.


You worshipped the lie, so be cursed by its breath.
No virus was born — but you knelt before death.

They masked your soul, not just your face.
And led your mind to a slaughterhouse race.

Needles of mercy? Tools of control.
You traded your blood for a government role.

The germ was a ghost — the panic was real.
And cowards knelt down to the jackbooted heel.

They sold you salvation, but the cost was your will.
With chains of illusion, they made you stand still.

Your body, a vessel — they filled it with doubt.
A plague of the mind, as they shut you out.

The truth is a weapon, they’ll silence its sound,
For in it, the power to burn lies to the ground.

You feared the unknown, they fed on your dread.
Now see the real virus — it’s what’s in your head.

They built you a cage from the whispers of fear,
Fed you with poison, and now you are here.

The virus was never more than their name,
A weapon of silence, a tool of their game.

Their lies are the chains, their truth — the abyss,
A hollowed-out world where the soul cannot exist.

They blinded your eyes with a glint of the sword,
And turned every prayer into a plea for the Lord.

But the truth is a fire, and it’s burning inside,
And no lie will stand when the flame is your guide.

The virus was never a plague on the skin,
It rotted the heart, and it festered within.

Now rise from the ashes of fear and despair,
The truth is a storm, and it shatters the air.

They sold you their lies, but the cost was your soul,
A puppet on strings, but now you are whole.

The gods of the mask, the kings of deceit,
Will tremble and fall — for the truth is complete.

And when the dust settles, and silence remains,
You’ll stand in the fire — and break all the chains.

— The End —