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james nordlund Aug 2018
As they broke their bread for Lent, TrumputiN's team, hellbent,
Contrived a way to derive from the ripping apart of 3000 Latino
Families, an unending flow of your tax dolla's to predominently
Republican manned anti-immigration agencies, it should make you
Wanna holla, they called it 'zero tolerance', just to throw
All off the scent, and muddy the term's use hence, the white
Supremacy for the Black, in ebony and ivory's working together
In perfect harmony, to do away with 'zero tolerance' in schools,
To increase the amount of crime delinquent kids get done before
They're justifiably kicked out, same old, same old, tragically.

RumputiN got donations from one private prison corp, that got
A 200 million $ contract to house the kids, the involved Fed
Agencies then discriminated against families with kids by
Targeting them for family ripping on our South Western border.
These kids were caged, continually shuttled around at early
Morning hours so they'd be noticed less, were given no way
To contact relatives, their parents almost no way to contact
Them, the 'tender age' kids, 8 months old and up, not given
Humane necessary professsional care, etc., which will dictate
Lifelong traumatic effects, and deep psychological problems.

The courts continually order deadlines by which "these families
Must be reunited", but the altright universe invaders working
For trumpler continually miss them, and project genocidal lies
Like, "hundreds of these kids are ineligible to be reunited
With their parents", most parents having been deported already,
Even though a large % were legally asking for asylum at our
Border, this is genocidal and illegal internationally, there
Are no "ineligible" to be together innocent kids and parents,
When will prumptutin's genocide of Latinos, escalation of the
Oligarchy's class war against lower-middle-class to poor, end?

The gov't criminally dictated that "if they want to see their
Kids again they have to sign away their rights and leave", etc.,
Atrocities against these poor souls and groups like the ACLU,
While doing their best to remedy the abuses against them, our
Compadres, they, while not funded by the gov't, are mocked by
RumputiN, and he projects that "they should reunite families",
Instead of the gov't agencies who ripped them apart.  At least
The judges are deligently expressing the entirety of the fault
For these atrocities lies with the **** crime family's flocks
Of felons, and they must rectify it now, when will they?!?!?
When will the prosecutions of them use the REICO Statute,
And thereby, stop being elaborate cover-ups, giving out immunity

To dozens of organized criminals, while only incarcerating
A few.  Who is dense enough to not see through the smoke, mirrors,
Song, dance of the show that must go on's politic theatre macabre
Of the global oligarchy's cover up of itself?  Who is not knowing
That Mueller, who was part of the elite of the repub conspiracy
That purposely didn't prevent attacks on 9-11-01, during king
George and his ****, cheney's reign on the American way of life,
Is part of the intelligence industrial complex's 2016 invisible
Coup during, and hacking of, the presidential election, resulting
In RumputiN's installation in the Blackhouse ('cause once you go
Black you never go back), as well as the continual cover-up?  

Who, that comey, alone, could have been responsible for non-repubs
Loss of the Presidency, and now the supremacy court, especially if
The dems don't stop a kavanaugh vote before the midterms that are
Near?  Who ..., that most of the supposed "school shootings", acts
Of terror, targeting future non-repub leaders, are engineered, timed
And executed by the crimnal repub conspiracy that must be prosecuted
Using the REICO Statute also, who ..., that ebony and ivory, the
Black and white supremacies, working together in perfect harmony,
As are all 21 flavors of our baskin + robbins of supremacies, are
Struggling to mass-****** a million Americans, liquidating the ases
And assets of the masses, and calling it legislation, like ****** did
Before his "final solution", who, that the American daymare must end?
When's Mueller going to be done with his elaborate cover-up (he's purposely not using the REICO Statute that should be, and is necessary), he's giving immunity to a dozen republican criminal conspiracy felons while only prosecuting, convicting, pleading out a few, before or after RumputiN's visible coup steals the midterms?  If you didn't vote for Hillary, you voted for RumputiN.  "...We(e),..." must protect the vote, vote early, GOTV, and protect the results more than ever, before the country gets used to being drunk on democracy's backslider's wine.  Also: All threads in the fabric of life are needed; "..we(e),...", can't allow it to be torn asunder.  Mothers are that which society builds on, their needs are all of ours; and necessary to meet.  "...Suffer the children...", from the Bible, didn't mean cause the kids suffering; when will remocrats, and even some dempublicans (dinos and DinoS), stop doing most everything asbackwards?   reality
Sienna Burroughs Feb 2014
Spitefully contorted prosecutions,
In the form of attachments,
Anchors tied to our ankles,
You know as well as I,
With fear, we wrought them,
Afraid we'd be left to rot without them.
"No man is an island" said someone.
          But we are,
                         Floating,
                                   Weighted,
                                                 Treading,
Storm waters, currents, possibilities,
           Any direction,
           No direction,
           No shorelines,
           No light,
Let alone an end to the tunnels we've dug out,
And lost our souls in.  

In an ocean wide oblivion we reach for the smallest commiserations, you sought my condolences,
Grasping onto me for one steady breath,
And in what looked to you like your grip slipping,
Drowning without meaning,
I saw a slight slip, in a battle,
With a heaviness as ingrained as the need,
To survive,
To swim out to open sea.

But honesty begs me to tell you,
I never was a swimmer,
And I can only loose so much ground,
Before I, myself, start to drown.
Maybe, when your feet next touch,
I won't love in the form of metaphors,

Until then,
I'll see your vastness, raise you a lostness,
And challenge you,  
to a race through everything,
Life can throw in our faces,
                                          To change us,
                                                            Amaz­e us.
And maybe, just maybe,
I'll see you on some sunny day by the water,
Somewhere,
Drifting to me,
Finally in awe of the undertow,
You fought,
                      For so very long.
David Barr Dec 2013
Evidence may demand a verdict. But have you verified its credibility? What do you know? How do you know what you know? What are the parameters which have been set? Who has set these parameters? Many thoughts are nothing more than mere wishful thinking and flights of analytical fancy. But listen-up, my contemporary brothers and sisters of our planetary sibling beauty - epistemology is questionable. The world is full of non-believers, half-believers and make-believers. Is there another category which escapes my shallow attention? Please enlighten me. I humbly seek your wise counsel. I will defend you, despite the false allegations of your very personal prosecutions. Plausibility is not always as she may seem to appear.
Mateuš Conrad Jun 2021
the allure of cheap whiskey...
it's not like i enjoy drinking it...
i drink it for the plotline
of: well... it does what a hammer ought
to: what hammer-nail-coupling
ought to... do... or perhaps even be...

almost that "thing" with prostitutes...
on a dry run of circa 3 years...
and then...
for the tenderness...
eyes in romanian: ochi...
in ******: oczy...
how many ayes of eyes?

     at least the prostitutes are swimming
with the sharks...
with jack the ripper types...
because...
all that solo-projects of hand-*****
and guillotined whittle richards
of rubber-slapping ******...

but i'm there...
give me an hour with a woman
and i'll return to speaking
with my demon...

it just, makes... sense...
a 3 year dry-run... and then...
i was reimagining touching her body
like a Rodin might figure out
clay...
vide cor meum: see my heart...

in a "democracy": where...
dialectics isn't really a "thing"...
from gloom through to glum through
to a low rank of bloat:
somehow properly teasing
an honesty of blue...

three kingfisher: what shall we bore?
no... exactly: not bear:
bore...
i could never have a child...
fathering a child implies...
creating a ******* Frankenstein monster...
as much as i'd love
to spar with a woman
over a child...
i'd be held back by daydreams
of lady ******...
or... mr. tend bundy type of offspring...

i'd speak this tongue to them:
added: but if i were to... breed with her...
she wouldn't be expected
to allow my child to speak
her father's tongue back at it...
somehow... it would all become
proto-Ha-Glee...
i wouldn't be speaking my:
mother tongue to the child...

no... that's not going to happen...
however... fair... and honest...
the English tongue is...
you're not going to "uproot" my ******* hair!
take your Pakis eagerly learning your tongue:
eagerly unlearning their mother's tongue...
pretend new England: now...
come...

           i love women so, so much... oh so much...
i will not be told to love them
to confine myself to a security of a mortgage....
give me 72 rottweilers...
give me 72 prostitutes...
give me 72 kilograms of Arabian sand...
give me... 72 hours of... proper... time!

give me a body of a woman
that i might want to remould
into a sculpture!
give me the agonies of scent...
her hair teasing the perfumery of soap...
now let me... grovel like a pig...
in her armpit...
i don't want to be a boy
left-over... in a playground...
give me the spares!
now!

give me your leftovers!
now!
jetzt! jetzt! hier! hier!
                besuchen!
         jetzt-hier: achtung!
              it's almost like some people...
never understand anything
unless it might have to be....
insinuated within the focus of:
werkzeug.
David Cunha Apr 2017
The human rules not yet defined,
Thousands of years of prosecutions and elaborated speeches ---
all individual interest --- hypocritical *******,
No path defined.

Truthfully there is no universal law except for freedom regarding freedom untangled and pure.
Yet , there is no purity only control over power over people over fools over a degrading society played like a chess game for fun of our fear king is the only piece standing still.

I though will submit like a pawn trembling blind to its core sacrificed effortlessly as the queen is, too, used ignorant!
What's left is to laugh --- like a *******--- exposing this invisible ****** under gods' noses

Who cheerfully feast on human flesh.
woolgather Jun 2018
I've always been lost:
In my thoughts, in actions;
So it seems, a wanderer I've been.

I've strayed no matter what be the cost,
No matter what I face, endless prosecutions;
More than meets the eye, I've seen.

A conflagration in frost,
Nothing more than a raging vexation,
Of the extreme, nowhere in between;

The words I've used, I've disgraced,
Of no form, of no beauty,
Such of that my carelessness;

Such of the wrist vandalised, razed;
As for the love turned pity;
Such for resolves, spineless;

As of the words, played,
As the truth grow vague yet dainty;
This is to the reality I digress.
I told you I can't write right.
Tyler Park Sep 2015
The nurse glared at me
With eyes
Like needles tensing every muscle in my body
Her voice projected
“Within the past year, have you had *** with another man?”
Do cows moo?
Is water wet?
I’M A GAY MAN
Can you go a whole year without ***, Nurse

Turned away by the nurse
I walk home dejected
Reflecting on my body
Dissect me, Nurse
Coronal
Sagittal
Transverse
You will find that
We are one in the same kind
Blood brothers
Blood sisters
Bathing in the same pool of life
Swim
Float
Tread
Cleanse in the blood bath
But no
The Nurse
Pouring poisonous prosecutions into the placidity
Leaves me to drown in the slimy slander
“I am not poison!
I am not less!
I am not the labels you continuously condemn onto me!”
Let me bleed for another’s breath

Nurse,
Look at the parched patients
Surrounding this body of blood
Vessels yearning, screaming to be quenched
Blood
Blood
Blood
Take me
Use my healthy privilege
So you can live another day

Nurse, nurse, nurse
Aid and AIDS
Two separate entities
Me
Forced into association with the demon
Promiscuous sodomites of hell
I melt before you
Provide the aid they need
And Jesus said,
“This is my blood of the covenant
Poured out for many”
Justice lies in the interest of the forceful
And the wrath of means that are unlawful
A brutal curve during 1800's
African prison system was brought through
Guiltless spent time in cells
Consequence of the pass laws
No ground to stand
Observing the defeat over their land
No legacy to mend
With their bare fits and wits,
They had inheritance to shed  
Civilisation introduced to Afrikans
The ideology is a slow process
Resounding failures
frontal setbacks,
Bright darkness
Even today
You and I is a witness
Or you missed that ?

Now
Last of all comes the severe man,
About whom we have to wonder,
We abide as Slave citizen
He came through a form of a revered writing
Wearing a complexion of the slave master
Whence is he, or is he an enigma
or his coming is a paradox
Does he exist as a palindrome
in happiness or in misery?
In length or in depth
In fact,
There is,
however,
A list of grieving interrogations I have,
Which I should like to consider first.
Most of them are illegal,
Some of them are liberal
None of them are answered
Yet weakened in various degrees
By the strength of reason and law scenes.
I mean those which are awake when the
Reasoning powers are asleep,
Which get up and travel around without rights
Without any knowledge of self or state of belonging;
With a potential of conceivable accusations or crime,
However cruel or unnatural,
Of which,
In imagination,
They may not be guilty.


Very True, I declare;
But when a man’s pain beats drastically;
Conforming under a feast of sorrow
failure comes home to reside  
Just before fear of prosecutions goes to rest,
The solution is a systematic arrest
Which remains being the nature of the rest,
Invoked characteristics lays tests,
The visions which he has on his bed
Are least irregular and defective.
Which marvels out in sleep.
Arguing like a temperamental insubordinate,
That he who Is mistaken about the crime
Is a jailor in that he is mistaken?
Or that he who stumble in poverty or liberty
Is a poverty-stricken or libertarian at the time
he is misunderstood,
In respect of the error?
Give or take the era, he is lame
True, we say that the game
Is the fact is that neither the poverty-stricken nor any other
cause of life course and the skill ever made any sense
In so far as he is what his name implies;
Soiled with dirt and false diseases
until their skill fails them,
and then they cease to be
skilled ******,
smart drug traffickers,
artisans that paint with blood to be even
Not even the confused sage with no name
is present at the time when he is
what his name implies;
though he is commonly said to
misjudge,
misremember,
drift
To stray and roll until the truth slips up
out of bed and that’s never sad
While he stumble until he trips up
and I also adopted the unremarkable
mode of misunderstanding.
But to be perfectly accurate,
since you adore accuracy,
Would it be prudent to declare that the ruler,
In so far as there is a swayer, is not liable to error,
Or measuring the greatness of the dishonourable,
as far as that is the case,
Never commanded for the interest of the hopeless;
Should I rest my chase or less,
wake up read the book of those who offers little with no hope
Or else,
The area of imprisonment
would be minimized,
no chance to be analysed
and the subject is designed
to execute commands;
and therefore,
as I said at first and
now
repeat with me,
Justice lies in the interest of the forceful.
It's gone really well so far
prosecutions
vaccinations
demonstrations
not forgetting
furlough,

and I wonder,
is a furlough as far
as a furlong,
because it took a lot of time
to get to the end of it and
as far as I can recall
a furlong's not long at all.


what about the fake news tour
by that gobby guy?
good stuff
great stuff
telling Boris and his shitehawks
to get stuffed,

The Global Climate thingy
up North in a place called
Scotland!
fukin always cold up there
what do they know about
Global warming?

Biden?  the boss man
why then
fifty plus cars in his cavalcade
is he lonely?
asking for a friend.

It's like living on a
magic mushroom farm
or in a funny farm
someone shouts,
no harm in that,

and he can **** orf too.
KorbydAngyle May 2021
Is one's purpose, only service, the cosmetic to...
   music, books, houses, movies
What thoughts, now reclusive, are in layaway at the poor butchered nightmare?
Freedom implicit, so difficult an issue...
These definitions about one's place,
  they feel atavistic,
  final solution for all.

Try now to imagine lanes, of mobs- only mindframes switching on and off.
Eventually you begin to know to run
from the definitions, what banks of dissections!

All bare the marks of prosecutions, original but far, so far
  not fair from the namaste.

That this passes for what life's about joy and musing
                what standards! The quizzes are about it?

Freer can be the rules
   and all parties involved
   or even the vengeance within, as ourselves,
   until the skeptical attempts to mock- exists the answered to
   community,
   bouts of beers, broken sobriety from gorgeous flirting,
   and a passion that the  community now fears generosity

Dibs on claustrophobic guts, as out hails the facts on one's face.

A place goes to alarm,
  proven 3 grand broken
   as the wrong way goes back
    to the places, beings see their places, realities, implicit firsts
     dearest evinced lifetime!

That Mr. and Mrs. Madrigal now have loquacious
  embarrassments

Take reality and imagine...

Free no neuropsyonic  crisscross, no forms,
no need for evasive empirical blocks

And identify the scope of actions,
thou shalt enact the paths eclectic
  insipid divine euphoria
  is astute for epiphany for
  personal freedoms
Bob B May 2
During a recent interview,
Donald Trump presented a slice
Of what he would do in a second term.
Before, he said, he was far too nice.

Nice? My goodness! If that's what he calls
Being nice, then when he's mean
He will be a thousand times
More obnoxious and more obscene!

He says he'll use the military
To round up millions for deportation,
As though hard-working immigrants
Are a serious threat to our nation!

Funds appropriated by Congress--
He says---he will refuse to release.
The functions of the office that studies
Possible future pandemics will cease.

Our independent judiciary
Soon will be a thing of the past,
For Trump will control the DOJ.
Its role under him will be recast.

States will be able to monitor
Pregnancies, he says; what's more,
The number of prosecutions of those
Defying abortion bans will soar.

He will deploy the national guard
To any place that he sees fit.
His staff will have to back the Big Lie;
Good riddance to those who challenge it.

He plans to gut the civil service.
Loyalty and THAT alone
Will be what he demands of all--
The image for all to bow down to: his own.

On hearing Trump's alarming words,
It's really hard to comprehend
That if you love democracy,
How your hair would NOT stand on end.

-by Bob B (5-2-24)
Bob B Oct 10
A second term of Donald Trump
Would be a nightmare, to say the least.
Here are potential team members
Now that he's unleashed the beast:

Stephen Miller

A policy adviser to Trump…
Crafted border separation…
A white nationalist at heart…
Massive voter fraud his fixation…

RFK Jr.

Blamed Bill Gates for tracking chips…
Bioweapons from DNA?...
Vaccine conspiracy theorist…
Total nutjob! What more can I say?

Kash Patel

Trump loyalist par excellence…
Foot soldier for Donald Trump…
Threatens revenge against Trump's critics…
Trump commands, Patel will jump!

Russell Vought

Architect of the terrifying
Project 2025…
Withheld aid from Ukraine…
Keeps MAGA nonsense alive…

Founder of think tanks for Donald Trump…
Is fine with Christian nationalism
And presidential power over
The courts…. That's called despotism.

Richard Grenell

Part of the "Stop the Steal" effort…
Super MAGA through and through…
Wants government offices
Filled with MAGA loyalists, too…

Flirted while in Germany
With the ascendant German far right…
Looks for authoritarian leaders
With whom Trump can closely unite…

Steve Bannon

Believes you completely destroy opponents…
Strongly in favor of mass deportations…
Our institutions must be destroyed:
Another one of his recommendations…

Vivek Ramaswamy

Believes the "Great Replacement" conspiracy
And other crazy theories as well…
A son of immigrants, he also pushes
Nativist bigotry. What the hell?

Jeffrey Clark

Thinks the president should have
Power over prosecutions…
Election-related racketeering:
One more of his contributions…

__

This is only a partial list
Of dangerous people lining up
To bow down to Donald Trump,
Kiss his ring, and drink from his cup.

-by Bob B (10-10-24)

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