"treaty" poems
Just a wicked peacenik’n quick draw from the Paw
Game of Thrones’n the Shah, cRussian bones of the law
And still spewing the news like the red dragon’s maw
When the baby-skull splitters want nuclear winter
Ideal New Cold steel and send Chernobyl shivers
Down Roman Republicans’ severed headlines
Till there’s no more dead kids on for prophet front lines
I’m in exile sharpenin’ [sic]kles in style
Pyongyang’n Kuomintang climate denials
Erasing their nation-hate racial profiles
Outpacing their skinhead disgraces by miles
Shell casin’ this place like the Nuremberg trials
For Fords sellin’ swastikas stockpile bibles
Defiled by Normandy tide genocidals
Fresh meat off the boat spreadin’ Plague mercantiles
I smile and **** ‘em with kindness
Then grind
Battle tax in my acid bath
Salt Marchin’ prime
Because WAR IS THE CRIME
I’m the Clown Prince of Rhyme,
Level 9 state of mind
Like the state of Rakhine
The Black Hand before time
Runnin’ Africa’s Luciest Sky Diamond mine
I’m the ronin alone in
The monkey god shrine
And my guile’s reprisal’s Versailles treaty signed
Strippin’ pride from the Rhine
‘Till your Motherland’s mine
Swine
Apr 8, 2018
Apr 8, 2018 at 2:37 AM UTC
it's our laughter that
bound us;
the moment of camaraderie
new friendship being born
unsure whether this'll be thorn
or storm
and i sat there, torn
unsure where to go from here
a welcoming clasp
palm on palm, fingers
coiled around one another
a peace treaty, a clap of agreement
a silent pact between us
" i gotchu"
a " thank you"
a smile here
a couple more there
am offer for selfless help
and pride in me
pride in you
teamwork.
teamwork,
that forged out friendship
and i thank you
for all your help
all of it.
Apr 14, 2020
Apr 14, 2020 at 7:27 AM UTC
Macavity’s a Mystery Cat: he’s called the Hidden Paw—
For he’s the master criminal who can defy the Law.
He’s the bafflement of Scotland Yard, the Flying Squad’s despair:
For when they reach the scene of crime—Macavity’s not there!
Macavity, Macavity, there’s no on like Macavity,
He’s broken every human law, he breaks the law of gravity.
His powers of levitation would make a fakir stare,
And when you reach the scene of crime—Macavity’s not there!
You may seek him in the basement, you may look up in the air—
But I tell you once and once again, Macavity’s not there!
Macavity’s a ginger cat, he’s very tall and thin;
You would know him if you saw him, for his eyes are sunken in.
His brow is deeply lined with thought, his head is highly doomed;
His coat is dusty from neglect, his whiskers are uncombed.
He sways his head from side to side, with movements like a snake;
And when you think he’s half asleep, he’s always wide awake.
Macavity, Macavity, there’s no one like Macavity,
For he’s a fiend in feline shape, a monster of depravity.
You may meet him in a by-street, you may see him in the square—
But when a crime’s discovered, then Macavity’s not there!
He’s outwardly respectable. (They say he cheats at cards.)
And his footprints are not found in any file of Scotland Yard’s.
And when the larder’s looted, or the jewel-case is rifled,
Or when the milk is missing, or another Peke’s been stifled,
Or the greenhouse glass is broken, and the trellis past repair—
Ay, there’s the wonder of the thing! Macavity’s not there!
And when the Foreign Office finds a Treaty’s gone astray,
Or the Admiralty lose some plans and drawings by the way,
There may be a scap of paper in the hall or on the stair—
But it’s useless of investigate—Macavity’s not there!
And when the loss has been disclosed, the Secret Service say:
“It must have been Macavity!”—but he’s a mile away.
You’ll be sure to find him resting, or a-licking of his thumbs,
Or engaged in doing complicated long division sums.
Macavity, Macavity, there’s no one like Macacity,
There never was a Cat of such deceitfulness and suavity.
He always has an alibit, or one or two to spare:
And whatever time the deed took place—MACAVITY WASN’T THERE!
And they say that all the Cats whose wicked deeds are widely known
(I might mention Mungojerrie, I might mention Griddlebone)
Are nothing more than agents for the Cat who all the time
Just controls their operations: the Napoleon of Crime!
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I
To-night, a first movement, a pulse,
As if the rain in bogland gathered head
To slip and flood: a bog-burst,
A **** breaking open the ferny bed.
Your back is a firm line of eastern coast
And arms and legs are thrown
Beyond your gradual hills. I caress
The heaving province where our past has grown.
I am the tall kingdom over your shoulder
That you would neither cajole nor ignore.
Conquest is a lie. I grow older
Conceding your half-independent shore
Within whose borders now my legacy
Culminates inexorably.
II
And I am still imperially
Male, leaving you with pain,
The rending process in the colony,
The battering ram, the boom burst from within.
The act sprouted an obsinate fifth column
Whose stance is growing unilateral.
His heart beneath your heart is a wardrum
Mustering force. His parasitical
And ignorant little fists already
Beat at your borders and I know they're cocked
At me across the water. No treaty
I foresee will salve completely your tracked
And stretchmarked body, the big pain
That leaves you raw, like opened ground, again
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"Under a Mountain of green and a Sky of blue,
Lived a race trapped behind a Barrier forgotten after so many years,
Slowly their hatred over their predicament only grew,
Lost and Forgotten, Hurt but not Broken, some wept their last tears,
They heard them say, 'It's been four years since an Angel fell',
But the wary Traveler knew not what that meant,
It was up to the race to explain to the Traveler and tell,
Of a Tale long ago Dreamt,
Tale of a sun, and of a world Beyond,
Where two races once lived in Peace,
A world where both races could bond,
Where fighting could stop, where hatred would cease,
The Traveler knew then what to do,
To free these people of their Fear and Hate,
Some wished to help the Traveler, others where hesitant to,
This Traveler - however much they faced - promised there wouldn't be anyone they'd berate,
The Barrier was a force none had broken thus far,
But this Traveler - too kind, too determined - couldn't give up,
This Barrier they broke - an obstacle they hurdled like a highset bar,
The Race rejoiced for now all where free - even Jerry and that Annoying Pup,
This Traveler - who called themselves Frisk - was no more than a child,
Yet a new Ambassador had been set,
They told any and all that the journey had not been hard but mild,
This child was greeted with a smile by whomever they met,
'A new family born,
A past left to rot,
A new treaty sworn,
A kind present this lot!'
This child thought with a smile upon their lips,
As they moved forward with their friends,
A skeleton too smiles as out of sight he blips,
'there will be time later - he thought - for the kiddo and me to make amends'."
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Apr 9, 2018
Apr 9, 2018 at 7:29 PM UTC
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From an ornate podium
the orator spoke words--
..extraordinarily elaborate ones..
as if,
as if
But those who know..
we who have laid low,
down in to the trenches
as grunts, both outside
and inside
of the wire..
Those who have quietly
done their legwork..
who have accepted their
difficult fate as that borne of
and in to, a training.. an equipping;
lay low,
lay low
. . . .
The throngs
at the foot of the podium--
mesmerized by their own need
to be mesmerized, never even
noticed the children
who in their innocence, peered
out from under the crowd's legs
to better see the 'magnificent' podium..
The oldest of which, ran back to trenches
trying to describe what they saw.
Two of the quiet, unassuming-ones
made their way back to the podium,
and in blocking out the orator's voice,
(which to the knowing,
was as that of a clanging bell..)
Now observed up close, the inner-workings
of the elaborate podium
and sat in wonder of its expenditures--
wrapped around such slipshod, weak
and hastily assembled framework..
And in having become interested in the
structure's groundedness to what one
would hope would be a solid-built
foundation, placed onto solid, earthen ground
They instead gasped as they saw its
legs floating upon nothing..
*"What the **** is holding this thing up..?"*
War-trained and battle-hardened,
they remembered their superiors speaking
in hushed tones that even ****** with all
of his blowhard oratorical ******** at least
had a semblance of the podium's fastenings..
Albeit, partially assembled by our own country's
stupidity within certain provisions brought forth
in the Treaty of Versailles,
but this
but this;
This oratorical misleading of the broken-ones
this empty illusion of a presentation, borne
not from a suffering leading to true regeneration
but instead, a distractive short-cut into the Realms;
This counterfeit substance..
as if borne in power, as if.. as if.
.. But the realms.. they know
It is only those down here on earth, spirit
cloaked within the deceptive misgivings
of the flesh-- so aching to establish itself
apart from the necessary legwork needed
to humbly become a part of Stream's flow:
(borne, solely from the inner Wellspring-- deep
within the bowels of Love's True Ache)..
It is here.. on earth.. that you will find
the reward you seek.. oh wondrous orator,
oh magnificent 'smither' of fine words..
**Your podium, a whitewashed soapbox
floating upon nothing..**
--And therefore meaning nothing
within the Substance-Based parameters
of the Realms.
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Mar 22, 2021
Mar 22, 2021 at 3:48 PM UTC
You make the first move
and I rise to meet you
The destruction we agree
is mutually assured
If this love is war
we're going nuclear
I refuse to sign the peace
treaty, to surrender my
lands to a man who's history
rides nations in his eyes
You cannot coax me
out of my shell only
to crush me when I am
most vulnerable
I will not be an
innocent bystander
to your horrors
I will not allow you
to make my pain beautiful
*It is not your canvas
to experiment on.*
(You'll only throw
red at it anyway)
I'm tired of tiptoeing
around the subject
like it is a minefield
Eventually I will
bleed your intentions dry
bandage them with a kiss
and revel in their cries
I will tear apart the lies
deftly with nimble fingers
and your tongue will always
defy you, spitting fire
and carefully lodged bullets
Once your secrets flare
there will be no rescue party
to salvage what we had
Only our ashes shall remain
embers of a past unspoken.
May 16, 2015
May 16, 2015 at 8:13 AM UTC
Drums of Autumn tell us, grandmother,
what did they mean?
Did you ever get the Lincoln cane? Did you cry?
Kenny, I'as a orphan. I never knew.
---That happened, Kenny was my name.
I looked past the rim,
there was the Corn Mother,
I think that's what I coulda seen,
but then it's only Grandma, with a grin.
Kenneth means know, Grandma said, I gave you that name.
kenning handy, a knower, by God,
not handsome in that vain way they have today,
handy,
winsome in puzzles 'n' riddles 'n' such
Kokopelli's play mate, some day.
Mistooken words rot,
if they lie, idle, in the dust
meaning
nothing ever. I shall not want,
I was taught a mistooken truth,
I took it,
gript it tight,
Get a job. Live with some class, join
a club that
takes your kind. Some churches used to
use
the Rotary test, if you could pass that test
you could eat,
after the message at the mission.
true? fair? goodwill? wait
if the first test is failed, what matters?
fair good will benes d'vitas?
from the treaty bound liars who called my grand
mothers savages, all of them,
right by
right of conquest. their treaty verified it to me,
then they gave me blankets,
General Leonardwood,
nope, Lord Jeff Amherst did that, then we died.
Read the treaty, 1763, small print. Blankets.
From the small pox ward, went unsaid.
That was just,
after
the French and Indian war, where the father of
the force that claims world-wide military
superiority
sufficient unto the evil of today,
George, the man on the horse,
surveyor for the future,
fought injuns,
so the king could sell their measured land to freed slaves,
thus making the mortgage chain, so popular today.
Build a casino, get rich quick, it's in the treaty,
lotsajobs,
busboy, bus driver, maid, Sioux chef and so
many, many more.
Grandma, in my vision, turned and walked
into the desert.
I took her word.
Brushed the dust and breathed it in.
Then I spit against the wind,
winked at you and rode my wind away.
Free is easy, if you can ride on wind.
Oct 17, 2018
Oct 17, 2018 at 4:38 PM UTC
Why is it those with least to lose
are first to give the most
To walk the fields of Arlington
with too many other ghosts
The generations rested there
sacrificed in all those wars
Do they still feel nobility
when its lacking in the cause
For what is war but posturing
sacrificing others sons
in the name of "threats to freedom"
where most blood shed, decides who's won
Then afterward come treaty's
bits of paper end the war
and I have to ask the question
what was all the killing for?
Aug 22, 2010
Aug 22, 2010 at 9:57 AM UTC
I never said I loved you, John:
Why will you tease me day by day,
And wax a weariness to think upon
With always "do" and "pray"?
You know I never loved you, John;
No fault of mine made me your toast:
Why will you haunt me with a face as wan
As shows an hour-old ghost?
I dare say Meg or Moll would take
Pity upon you, if you'd ask:
And pray don't remain single for my sake
Who can't perform that task.
I have no heart?--Perhaps I have not;
But then you're mad to take offence
That I don't give you what I have not got:
Use your own common sense.
Let bygones be bygones:
Don't call me false, who owed not to be true:
I'd rather answer "No" to fifty Johns
Than answer "Yes" to you.
Let's mar our pleasant days no more,
Song-birds of passage, days of youth:
Catch at today, forget the days before:
I'll wink at your untruth.
Let us strike hands as hearty friends;
No more, no less; and friendship's good:
Only don't keep in view ulterior ends,
And points not understood
In open treaty. Rise above
Quibbles and shuffling off and on:
Here's friendship for you if you like; but love,
No, thank you, John.
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Czar no ***** that's lie.
Rumour's fake like the treaty of Versailles.
Yeah, I know a lil history.
But her face beat, lookin like Rocky.
Brows ****** like drawn on *****
I guess Carl just makes bad champ picks.
Aug 27, 2015
Aug 27, 2015 at 10:51 PM UTC
Filling in the blanks.
Throw away worn out pages from the journal of my past.
Forgetting names, relationships that didn't last.
No class, sensible sass on the *** of my jeans.
Playing with words when I want to be mean.
Don't want to be needy.
Forgotten peace treaty with the demons eating my psyche.
I'm ugly, you're boring, we're all like vampires feeding on each other.
Undeniable hate, but I still always say "We should love one another."
Denial undercover, smother the problems I'm not yet equipped to recover from with a sly wit.
Another temporary fix to cover up the shiit that somehow replaced the mud and the blood in my veins.
I'm lonely and strange and beginning to prefer it this way.
Not well behaved, I don't feel like pretending to be today.
That's okay, I'll try again tomorrow.
Indian giver, time's always borrowed.
Mostly hollow but I'm trying harder every day to gain the patience it takes to fill in the blanks.
Aug 22, 2020
Aug 22, 2020 at 10:47 PM UTC
I put my Prayer in THOT…
And Now it is in Heaven
I put my Prayer In LIFE…
And Now It Knows a Happiness!
I Put My Prayer in Hope….
And Now my Faith Reveals Me…
I Put My Prayer in Love...
And Now It Knows Humanity…
I put My Prayer in Silence
And NOW the Vision Breathes again
I put my Prayer in Stillness
And feel my Hearing fall away.
I put my Prayer in Feeling
and hear the Voice begins Again
I put My Prayer in Loving
And My Eyes are Lifted Higher..
I Ask for what is Living...
I’m Shown the Pen of Peacefulness
It writes for Eli Wiesel..
and Calls the Words of PEACE..
I hear the sound of Beauty
that sings the sound Sibelius
It writes the Song of Welcoming
That plays the Perfect Peace
I turn to SEE the Mission:
The Treaty of Invisible
IT SEE's the Unseen beings
and brings them to this Home
We join at Heavens Table
that shares the Worlds and Galaxy
that sets down all the guidelines,
for Living in the Light
I hear the Sound of Bodhi
And turn to Search for Witnessing
I ask for God's companions,
not 1 but 2 for strength
We stand within PRESENCE
This Task is CLEAR
Now hear the Sound Sibelius
and Know the Vision Peace.
Nov 14, 2015
Nov 14, 2015 at 8:53 AM UTC
We all want someone to hold whilst the music plays
but this is a delayed reaction to teenage hormones,
you're clutching to not-a-lot-of-nothings,
smart jeans and smart cologne, a stolen ring
from your step-father's collection tidied away,
deep, in a box under bed sheets in that drawer.
Your mum says the right one will come 'round
soon enough, but so far the results
of dressing differently have resulted in
women speaking like spray from under a van:
rainwater white noise and not a lot else;
though you're still searching, if not for you,
for your mother instead, elderly and re-married:
some else's burden, another husband to carry.
Carry out of the bottom of drunken wine glasses
and into clear meadows on weekly walks
where discussions take place, peace treaty
talks about holidays in the Mediterranean,
upon balcony ledges they'll embrace, learn
about fading stars, the history behind buildings
visit local bars to drink sober cocktails
conjured up in off-the-web smoothie makers
bought with the ambition to make a living
and help the community out.
If not now then when, your **** shouts
hiding beneath moneyed material
cut in sweat shops, washed in sweat heaps,
delivered by the sweaty mail man of the Bronx,
will women love me you'll say,
will women want a house with me, stay the night
under reclaimed, bought from thrift shop,
lights and kiss until mornings turn into weeks,
those weeks into new jobs
and before you know it, retirement plots
in allotments off Broadway?
Sep 17, 2013
Sep 17, 2013 at 7:49 AM UTC
Dont hate me cuz I am beautiful
Looking Hijabi-licious for Allah, devoutly dutiful
Shaking your head at me cuz I cover
Wouldn’t take you nor your wingman as a lover
Glaring at me crazily cuz I’m veiled
An ocean of chastity you’ve never sailed
And you’re all alarmed cuz I’m devout
I’m hijab-tastic! Not even a single toe is out!
You can quit cat-calling me too; Cuz I’m chaste
Aint’ no welcome sign wrapped ‘round this waist
Tryna peer pressure me cuz I’m concealed
And ain’t out here tryna cop a feel
Pontificating that I’m oppressed cuz I’m different
“miss Muhammed is much too modest, we like ‘em ignorant”
And you’re kinda curious cuz u cant cuddle this Jelly
Joker, Lord knows ur stupid tail ain’t ready
So don’t hate cuz you, your boy, and your girl cant touch this
I’m a female manifestation of feminine justice
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And girl, now you’re just jealous cuz you think he likes it
Said “wonder what her hair’s like when she unties it?”
Yeah She’s hoping to high heaven that I’m hot in my Hijab
So she can get me to join her in flashing flabby flabs of abs
Don’t be mean to me cuz real men find me appealing
Kindly consider concealing all the cleavage you’ve been revealing
You’re surprised because our boss recognized my mind?
Could it be because he isn’t busy admiring my behind?
I heard there was insane party where the office nicknamed you Lil “Miss loose & cray cray”
Oh, Dang. Anyway, they nicknamed me Lil Miss gotta go pray pray
You out here hating cuz my beauty is discreet
But if I was half naked, girl you know you couldn’t compete
So later for you, your lewd dude, and your half **** crew!
It’s not your pleasure that I seek
Allah, the Beautiful Fashioner, formed this physique
Verily Allah made everything valuable a challenge to achieve
Pearls, diamonds, gold, heaven, and— yes!— even ME
He, Almighty, offered me a trade treaty,
His commands for my Destiny
So I traded in ****** for decency
I traded in popularity for modesty
And I’m trading in your knuckle-headed opinion
For His highest heavenly dominion
Hijab-ulous 4 life!
Dec 7, 2020
Dec 7, 2020 at 2:34 AM UTC
when my hands turn to claws
and my eyes burn red
i sometimes cant hold back
the things that i have said
the fear of unrequited love
of losing someone so dear
is always so present
always so near
and im still learning
to push these delusions aside
to just breathe and be with you
and let the seas have
a calmer tide
its these past fer days
i'v been under so much weight
the bad thoughts cant hide
from everything attacking me from the outside
so i attack myself
and i didn't mean for you to feel the shrapnel
for you to see the blood
but i'm drawing a treaty of my sides
the irrational and logical
logic is in charge now
irrationality has surrendered
now we can be happy again
we can be like we were before
you made me fight even harder
fight this war for you
Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 3:43 PM UTC
i am a poet and still
i can’t comprehend these symbols
these missing heartbeats
and hours spent counting thimbles
i am perplexed by love
shall we seek herbs and remedies
lose ourselves in cures and compounds
must our inner territories be colonized
while we remain captivated by inconvenient theories
struck down by doubt and insecurity
the mind wields no ammunition
and yet its cavalry has desecrated the land
without the slightest sign of inhibition
or a trace of empathy, justice or compassion
will we make a new peace treaty
will the blessed earth be forgiven
and can the sweet essence of her children
comprehend the innocence of spring
oh how our hearts yearn for dancing
still you spend your dollars and your pennies
but give your emptiness to the king
i eat oats and honey cooked upon the fire
while you distill golden nectar from the garden of desire
in the ancient inside-out alembic of your will
and imbibe spagyric liquid that eradicates all pride
and confers wisdom, truth, beauty and longevity
upon the already immortal nature of your mind
Sep 5, 2018
Sep 5, 2018 at 5:04 PM UTC
how great is Your love for rock solid relations
yet in time rocks part through deep canyons
Your waters remain stilled;
Your mystery lies deep
Your raptors fulfilled
Your mountains so steep
how could man survive Your greatness?
even the eagle admires Your vastness!
Your tangerine gaze stares back at the sun
reflecting Your majesty where erosion has spun
its webs of beauty
cold veins are rare
the desert's peace treaty
with the hot bright glare
Jul 1, 2016
Jul 1, 2016 at 3:27 PM UTC
I haven't been honest,
I'm at war.
A war with no treaty.
A war I fight alone.
I have a confession,
Before you judge
hear me out.
I'm a prisoner of war.
Depression my captor.
Crimson regret bled out.
I am broken I can't move.
My heart crushed.
A fake smile my shield.
I haven't been honest,
Bulimia tortured me.
My body I dispised.
You wont understand.
Your painful words
Break me.
Before you judge
Listen,
I'm a slave with raw hands.
I'm in love with my sorrow.
My veins pour out,
Crimson regret.
You wont understand.
Depression not beautiful
I'm in an unending hell.
I haven't been honest,
I have a confession,
I cry alone at night
Silent cry unheard.
How the **** can you judge?
You don't know me *****
Now I'm stronger
I'm better than depression.
My scars
A memorial
Remembrance of things past.
Look both ways *****
I'll run you the **** over!
I won't fall this time.
To the girl that slits her wrists
Time to rise.
To the girl that purges.
an attempt to gain
Beauty
Time to rise.
To those fighting
The same war
As I have
Time to rise.
We will rise together.
Our voices will be heard.
We will not be silenced
We will scream
A chant of hope
starts with you and me.
Apr 25, 2015
Apr 25, 2015 at 9:00 PM UTC
loving you,
is like walking
on a landmine;
suited with a
vest decorated in
dangerous explosives
one wrong step-
and it goes 'kaboom',
just like ticks
of warning from
my puny heart
you hold a machine
and prepared to shoot;
as if I've not experienced
the after effects of this war,
just so I could win,
the peace treaty
of your affection
Jan 10, 2018
Jan 10, 2018 at 11:38 AM UTC
A defeat I can't bare witness
I should have known
The king signed a peace treaty with the enemy
Politics behind our backs
Chancellor's participation
His engagement cost us dearly this war
Poison the king's mind for serenity
Our enemies have won
I renounce service to the king
Nobleman I am
A mercenary life I will live
Payments is my services
Death is thy drink
May the spirits keep me away?
From a nation of ignorance
Sep 30, 2009
Sep 30, 2009 at 3:04 AM UTC
one more for the great lakes that divide and unite her
all on that day:
1. will be a treaty writ tween me and
the cosmos,
they permit me worship them,
even to join them as another
meaningless gleaming,
if i cease to write -
having used
every word
in my kindness kitbag possess -
twice
2. my trials will be certified as ended,
for the grifting/gifting
ability of a man to
give and dream, to fool himself,
man's obligatory gift, gone
the will to believe in
anticipation
3. a full on peace,
no mere armistice pretense
till the no more next one is the norm
for to the sun, submission,
uttering
a confession
already writ
*A generation goes, and a generation comes,
but the earth remains forever.
The sun rises, and the sun goes down,
and hastens to the place where it rises.
The wind blows to the south
and goes around to the north;
around and around goes the wind,
and on its circuits the wind returns.
All streams run to the sea,
but the sea is not full;
to the place where the streams flow,
there they flow again.
All things are full of weariness;
a man cannot utter it;
the eye is not satisfied with seeing,
nor the ear filled with hearing.
What has been is what will be,
and what has been done is what will be done,
and there is nothing new under the sun.
Is there a thing of which it is said,
“See, this is new”?
It has been already
in the ages before us.
There is no remembrance of former things,
nor will there be any remembrance
of later things yet to be among those who come after.*
Ecclesiastes 1:4-11
May 7, 2017
May 7, 2017 at 9:53 AM UTC
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;$$&$&$&$&$&$I HAVE MADE A CONTRACT WITH OTHER TROLLS\/\/\/>/..™™™™™™™™™ NO MORE TROLL KILLING FOR NO ONE. I WILL LIKE POEMS NOT KILLIE KILLIE ANY BODY\;;:::-#-$--$+=+;+(=(\+=+$(@)@9+#-@(=--@-=-$-$-
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X MAN 01160346661221298000000044166909
;$$&$&$&$&$&$HAVE MADE A CONTRACT WITH OTHER TROLLS\/\/\/>/..™™™™™™™™™ NO MORE TROLL KILLING FOR NO ONE. I WILL LIKE POEMS NOT KILLIE KILLIE ANY BODY\;;:::-#-$--$+=+;+(=(\+=+$(@)@9+#-@(=--@-=-$-$-
'BEST REGARDS
X MAN 01160346661221298000000044166909
;$$&$&$&$&$&$I HAVE MADE A CONTRACT WITH OTHER TROLLS\/\/\/>/..™™™™™™™™™ NO MORE TROLL KILLING FOR NO ONE. I WILL LIKE POEMS NOT KILLIE KILLIE ANY BODY\;;:::-#-$--$+=+;+(=(\+=+$(@)@9+#-@(=--@-=-$-$-
'BEST REGARDS
X MAN 01160346661221298000000044166909
;$$&$&$&$&$&$I HAVE MADE A CONTRACT WITH OTHER TROLLS\/\/\/>/..™™™™™™™™™ NO MORE TROLL KILLING FOR NO ONE. I WILL LIKE POEMS NOT KILLIE KILLIE ANY BODY\;;:::-#-$--$+=+;+(=(\+=+$(@)@9+#-@(=--@-=-$-$-
'BEST REGARDS
X MAN 01160346661221298000000044166909
;$$&$&$&$&$&$HAVE MADE A CONTRACT WITH OTHER TROLLS\/\/\/>/..™™™™™™™™™ NO MORE TROLL KILLING FOR NO ONE. I WILL LIKE POEMS NOT KILLIE KILLIE ANY BODY\;;:::-#-$--$+=+;+(=(\+=+$(@)@9+#-@(=--@-=-$-$-
'BEST REGARDS
X MAN 01160346661221298000000044166909
;$$&$&$&$&$&$HAVE MADE A CONTRACT WITH OTHER TROLLS\/\/\/>/..™™™™™™™™™ NO MORE TROLL KILLING FOR NO ONE. I WILL LIKE POEMS NOT KILLIE KILLIE ANY BODY\;;:::-#-$--$+=+;+(=(\+=+$(@)@9+#-@(=--@-=-$-$-
'BEST REGARDS
X MAN 01160346661221298000000044166909
;$$&$&$&$&$&$I HAVE MADE A CONTRACT WITH OTHER TROLLS\/\/\/>/..™™™™™™™™™ NO MORE TROLL KILLING FOR NO ONE. I WILL LIKE POEMS NOT KILLIE KILLIE ANY BODY\;;:::-#-$--$+=+;+(=(\+=+$(@)@9+#-@(=--@-=-$-$-
'BEST REGARDS
X MAN 01160346661221298000000044166909
;$$&$&$&$&$&$HAVE MADE A CONTRACT WITH OTHER TROLLS\/\/\/>/..™™™™™™™™™ NO MORE TROLL KILLING FOR NO ONE. I WILL LIKE POEMS NOT KILLIE KILLIE ANY BODY\;;:::-#-$--$+=+;+(=(\+=+$(@)@9+#-@(=--@-=-$-$-
'BEST REGARDS
X MAN 01160346661221298000000044166909
;$$&$&$&$&$&$I HAVE MADE A CONTRACT WITH OTHER TROLLS\/\/\/>/..™™™™™™™™™ NO MORE TROLL KILLING FOR NO ONE. I WILL LIKE POEMS NOT KILLIE KILLIE ANY BODY\;;:::-#-$--$+=+;+(=(\+=+$(@)@9+#-@(=--@-=-$-$-
'BEST REGARDS
X MAN 01160346661221298000000044166909
;$$&$&$&$&$&$I HAVE MADE A CONTRACT WITH OTHER TROLLS\/\/\/>/..™™™™™™™™™ NO MORE TROLL KILLING FOR NO ONE. I WILL LIKE POEMS NOT KILLIE KILLIE ANY BODY\;;:::-#-$--$+=+;+(=(\+=+$(@)@9+#-@(=--@-=-$-$-
'BEST REGARDS
X MAN 01160346661221298000000044166909
;$$&$&$&$&$&$HAVE MADE A CONTRACT WITH OTHER TROLLS\/\/\/>/..™™™™™™™™™ NO MORE TROLL KILLING FOR NO ONE. I WILL LIKE POEMS NOT KILLIE KILLIE ANY BODY\;;:::-#-$--$+=+;+(=(\+=+$(@)@9+#-@(=--@-=-$-$-
'BEST REGARDS
X MAN 01160346661221298000000044166909
;$$&$&$&$&$&$I HAVE MADE A CONTRACT WITH OTHER TROLLS\/\/\/>/..™™™™™™™™™ NO MORE TROLL KILLING FOR NO ONE. I WILL LIKE POEMS NOT KILLIE KILLIE ANY BODY\;;:::-#-$--$+=+;+(=(\+=+$(@)@9+#-@(=--@-=-$-$-
'BEST REGARDS
X MAN 01160346661221298000000044166909
;$$&$&$&$&$&$I HAVE MADE A CONTRACT WITH OTHER TROLLS\/\/\/>/..™™™™™™™™™ NO MORE TROLL KILLING FOR NO ONE. I WILL LIKE POEMS NOT KILLIE KILLIE ANY BODY\;;:::-#-$--$+=+;+(=(\+=+$(@)@9+#-@(=--@-=-$-$-
'BEST REGARDS
X MAN 01160346661221298000000044166909
;$$&$&$&$&$&$HAVE MADE A CONTRACT WITH OTHER TROLLS\/\/\/>/..™™™™™™™™™ NO MORE TROLL KILLING FOR NO ONE. I WILL LIKE POEMS NOT KILLIE KILLIE ANY BODY\;;:::-#-$--$+=+;+(=(\+=+$(@)@9+#-@(=--@-=-$-$-
'BEST REGARDS
X MAN 01160346661221298000000044166909
;$$&$&$&$&$&$HAVE MADE A CONTRACT WITH OTHER TROLLS\/\/\/>/..™™™™™™™™™ NO MORE TROLL KILLING FOR NO ONE. I WILL LIKE POEMS NOT KILLIE KILLIE ANY BODY\;;:::-#-$--$+=+;+(=(\+=+$(@)@9+#-@(=--@-=-$-$-
'BEST REGARDS
X MAN 01160346661221298000000044166909
;$$&$&$&$&$&$I HAVE MADE A CONTRACT WITH OTHER TROLLS\/\/\/>/..™™™™™™™™™ NO MORE TROLL KILLING FOR NO ONE. I WILL LIKE POEMS NOT KILLIE KILLIE ANY BODY\;;:::-#-$--$+=+;+(=(\+=+$(@)@9+#-@(=--@-=-$-$-
'BEST REGARDS
X MAN 01160346661221298000000044166909
;$$&$&$&$&$&$HAVE MADE A CONTRACT WITH OTHER TROLLS\/\/\/>/..™™™™™™™™™ NO MORE TROLL KILLING FOR NO ONE. I WILL LIKE POEMS NOT KILLIE KILLIE ANY BODY\;;:::-#-$--$+=+;+(=(\+=+$(@)@9+#-@(=--@-=-$-$-
'BEST REGARDS
X MAN 01160346661221298000000044166909
;$$&$&$&$&$&$HAVE MADE A CONTRACT WITH OTHER TROLLS\/\/\/>/..™™™™™™™™™ NO MORE TROLL KILLING FOR NO ONE. I WILL LIKE POEMS NOT KILLIE KILLIE ANY BODY\;;:::-#-$--$+=+;+(=(\+=+$(@)@9+#-@(=--@-=-$-$-
'BEST REGARDS
X MAN 01160346661221298000000044166909
;$$&$&$&$&$&$I HAVE MADE A CONTRACT WITH OTHER TROLLS\/\/\/>/..™™™™™™™™™ NO MORE TROLL KILLING FOR NO ONE. I WILL LIKE POEMS NOT KILLIE KILLIE ANY BODY\;;:::-#-$--$+=+;+(=(\+=+$(@)@9+#-@(=--@-=-$-$-
'BEST REGARDS
X MAN 01160346661221298000000044166909
;$$&$&$&$&$&$HAVE MADE A CONTRACT WITH OTHER TROLLS\/\/\/>/..™™™™™™™™™ NO MORE TROLL KILLING FOR NO ONE. I WILL LIKE POEMS NOT KILLIE KILLIE ANY BODY\;;:::-#-$--$+=+;+(=(\+=+$(@)@9+#-@(=--@-=-$-$-
'BEST REGARDS
X MAN 01160346661221298000000044166909
;$$&$&$&$&$&$I HAVE MADE A CONTRACT WITH OTHER TROLLS\/\/\/>/..™™™™™™™™™ NO MORE TROLL KILLING FOR NO ONE. I WILL LIKE POEMS NOT KILLIE KILLIE ANY BODY\;;:::-#-$--$+=+;+(=(\+=+$(@)@9+#-@(=--@-=-$-$-
'BEST REGARDS
X MAN 01160346661221298000000044166909
;$$&$&$&$&$&$I HAVE MADE A CONTRACT WITH OTHER TROLLS\/\/\/>/..™™™™™™™™™ NO MORE TROLL KILLING FOR NO ONE. I WILL LIKE POEMS NOT KILLIE KILLIE ANY BODY\;;:::-#-$--$+=+;+(=(\+=+$(@)@9+#-@(=--@-=-$-$-
'BEST REGARDS
X MAN 01160346661221298000000044166909
;$$&$&$&$&$&$HAVE MADE A CONTRACT WITH OTHER TROLLS\/\/\/>/..™™™™™™™™™ NO MORE TROLL KILLING FOR NO ONE. I WILL LIKE POEMS NOT KILLIE KILLIE ANY BODY\;;:::-#-$--$+=+;+(=(\+=+$(@)@9+#-@(=--@-=-$-$-
'BEST REGARDS
X MAN 01160346661221298000000044166909
;$$&$&$&$&$&$HAVE MADE A CONTRACT WITH OTHER TROLLS\/\/\/>/..™™™™™™™™™ NO MORE TROLL KILLING FOR NO ONE. I WILL LIKE POEMS NOT KILLIE KILLIE ANY BODY\;;:::-#-$--$+=+;+(=(\+=+$(@)@9+#-@(=--@-=-$-$-
'BEST REGARDS
X MAN 01160346661221298000000044166909
;$$&$&$&$&$&$I HAVE MADE A CONTRACT WITH OTHER TROLLS\/\/\/>/..™™™™™™™™™ NO MORE TROLL KILLING FOR NO ONE. I WILL LIKE POEMS NOT KILLIE KILLIE ANY BODY\;;:::-#-$--$+=+;+(=(\+=+$(@)@9+#-@(=--@-=-$-$-
'BEST REGARDS
X MAN 01160346661221298000000044166909
;$$&$&$&$&$&$HAVE MADE A CONTRACT WITH OTHER TROLLS\/\/\/>/..™™™™™™™™™ NO MORE TROLL KILLING FOR NO ONE. I WILL LIKE POEMS NOT KILLIE KILLIE ANY BODY\;;:::-#-$--$+=+;+(=(\+=+$(@)@9+#-@(=--@-=-$-$-
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X MAN 01160346661221298000000044166909
;$$&$&$&$&$&$&#&&#Entry---@-@-@-@-@-@-@-@ XMAN IS NOT MR L,GARY ,/\/\/>>/>///>/>/HE IS INNOCENT I WAS GOING BY THE NAME DRACULACRACKINGYETTY TWO YEARS AGO NOW IM DONE/>\>\>£>£>\.\.£..¢.£.\.£.£.¢¢¥¢¥¢¥¢¥£¥¢¥LET THE TROLLS DIE OUT BY THEIR OWN SWORD//\/\/\/\/\/\/\.\/\.\//\/\\//\.\/\
MRXMAN
Aug 16, 2015
Aug 16, 2015 at 6:24 PM UTC
Oh Henry
What a star you are!
You always loved to be at the center of attention
Your accomplishments in diplomacy are well known
You brokered the peace treaty between Israel and Egypt
You effected detente with the Soviet Union
You opened up the way for Nixon in China
You negated the Communist threat in Chile
You said it yourself
"Power is the ultimate aphrodisiac.”
You have admitted that mistakes were
"Quite possibly made"
By administrations in which you served.
You have questioned whether, 30 years after the event,
"Courts are the Appropriate means by which determination is made".
And Cambodia Henry?
You were complicit
In the illegal carpet bombing of neutral Cambodia
Which sowed the seeds for the murderous Pol *** regime
Pinochet was indicted for human rights violations
Diplomacy is a ***** business
You did what you thought needed to be done
You remain cold and secretive
Do you have any remorse or regret?
The old Russian proverb is wrong Henry
Time does not heal all wounds
There is blood on your hands
Sep 14, 2014
Sep 14, 2014 at 11:06 PM UTC