what’s
before us
seems less
clear
the details
like
the truth
cannot be
distinguished
from
what
is hidden
in
lies’ shadows
those
words
between
the words
said
that are
so easily confused
with
reality
for
most disciples
of
tykhe
desire
that
their
beliefs
are
the gospel truth
though
most often
they
are not
rather
they’re
a convenient tool
for
political salesmen
to use
to
sell their snake oils
seems like
carnivals
have not
really
gone
out of style
in
the political circus
public schmucks
continue
to toss
balls of dollars
at
leaded kewpie dolls
that only fall
when
the peddler’s bank account
has reached
a stage
of
overflowing
or
the poor sap
is
about
to walk
away
before
their pockets
have been
fleeced
completely
to
fund
an undeserved
retirement
for
personal
public
service
at
which point
the only one
needing
a white cane
is
the public
such a fragile shell that holds this thing called life with the center as the soul how easily life shatters with the slightest force so it is surprising how man willingly discards his most precious gift from the gods forfeiting existence for the void of vanity or the illusion of allegiance some merchants will without hesitation sell the souls of others no matter the duration of their existence young or old matters not as long as there’s a profit to be made traffickers of inhumanity tossing aside the broken lives as if chaff in the wind so it is that so many lives end some even before they’ve begun for madmen rarely see beyond themselves
there can be no doubt
a marketing miracle
has been created
oppressors are now claiming
the oppressed are tyrants
so real oppressors
have used a bunch of new laws
designed to assure
that those who have been oppressed
remain bonded to their will
a simple process
using disinformation
as a legal veil
essential truth distorted
power is all that matters
being
the last one
to
leave the service
a service
and
sermon
that seemed
like
the never ending story
to
even
the adults
in
the congregation
the pastor
decided
to finish off
the wine
for as
most folks know
opened wine
just doesn’t
last
until
the next
sunday sermon
so
it seemed
quite
reasonable
not
to let
good wine
go
to
waste
unfortunately
the drive
home
from the country
church
was
quite slow
due to
the bad roads
full
of potholes
and
as you all know
potholes
and
full kidneys
do not
go well together
so
the good pastor
made
the proverbial
pitstop
assuming
the secluded spot
surrounded
by trees
and
such
would provide
appropriate
cover
alas
as he was
feeling
the full blessings
of
redemption
he was
startled
by
a somewhat
angry voice
asking
why
he
was reliving
himself
on the grave
of
a great
texas governor
with the blessings
of
the supreme court
texas
has brought back
a slave society
socially
economically
and
politically dependent
on
slave labor
from
women
women
like
those old
grand plantation ladies
that were kept
for
the entertainment
and
breeding
purposes
of
men
men who now
quote
from
the old testament
as if
they’d
ever
bothered
to
read it
all they know
is
that
women
have gotten
just
too uppity
and
need to be reminded
that men
rule the roost
so
a new law
to shackle
the
girls
to
the domestic sphere
nursing
and
taking care
of
their children
as well as
cooking
house cleaning
and
washing
the men’s
dirtied underwear
for
it was clearly
written
on the walls
of
the alamo outhouse
there can only
be
one star
in
texas
a man
a child appears to be school-age the lifeless form was found lying in a hospital bed breathing tubes in place no evidence of foul play but the parents reported the child was forced to go to school without a mask governor’s mandate and although the governor’s fingerprints were not found at the scene of the crime on the child’s body given the passage of time to death he remains the prime suspect
whether a person or a nation lies conceal actions actions that reveal wealth and power are more important than human lives lives crushed under the weight of their own ignorance and blind faith faith that words are sacred even when spoken without a shred of sincerity
high priced prostitutes
willing to shed
their
moral responsibility
to
a nation
for
the drug
of
addictive power
and
financial gain
doing what
their
pimp
moscow mitch
tells them
to
do
even
declaring
that
the emperor’s new
fascist
clothes
are
the height
of
democracy
but
what happens
when
the landscape
is
war-torn
and
there is
nothing left
to
rule over
and
no one
to
subjugate
for that matter
who will
change
the bloody sheets
on
their whorehouse beds
