I perceive this ailment because I recognize its language
and I refuse to genuflect to it in its utter futility.
My partners for truth should rise to avidity to sabotage
the misuse of a fictitious fantasy playing with gullibility.
We adorned with the capability of finding God within
will move our tongues with the Holy Spirit’s injunction.
This decree of emancipation, our intuitive doctrine
will inspire wisdom amongst us to illustrate a montage.
The remarkable pluralistic image is our personal induction
into a multifaceted acceptance of our sentimental humanity.
Just as Nature’s manifold of diversity our personal initiative
is the originality of the resource of our thinking activity.

Every lad and lassie has the instinct of drawing and etching
forming pictures earnestly revealing their glorious fantasy.
Dreamingly glancing as poetry meets their ears indicative
of their innocence as the listeners lust is quite unrelenting.
Each child feels rhythm and begins to imitate with dancing
moving its arms with each accent so strong and creative.
Always amused with storytelling as the script is enhancing
moving their imagination with excitement while inventing.
Then the power of melody and harmony is entrancing
their souls with music as they joyfully sing along so elated.
Before indoctrination, policy, commerce, utilization,
there is the urchin’s hand that draws, the voice that sings,
the body that moves, the mind that boundlessly imagines.

Most children realize this phenomenon and wish to take wing.
Systematically they are slowly taught to forget their abilities.
They sketch not because they have studied aesthetics, yet begin
their reality first as it arrives as shape, color, rhythm and possibility.
They sing before they understand triads, voice-leading and harmony.
They invent before they understand subjective statements of ideology.
They dance before they fathom an audience and a formal performance.
They dream before they appreciate the Greeks and their mythology.

Obviously this logic means creativity is not a decoration or ornamentation.
It is inherently one of many paths the human being first enters its relation.
A child’s drawing is not trivial because it is unsupervised methodology.

It is often sacred because it has not yet been conquered by embarrassment
rooted in graphic advertisement or market logic, or fear of appearing foolish.
It is genuine unadulterated genius spontaneous without superfluous harassment
hindering the strokes of its brush. Art begins there not with conformance
studied in institutions not in the machinery of cultural approval where shrewish
comments in primordial human refusal but in mutual common accordance.

Writing poetry is not merely to arrange language elegantly. The profundity
is to discover that thought itself contains music conveying philosophic
innuendoes blending virtue with compassion bringing a cunningly
enlightenment with naivety of an unblemished view of the theosophic.

The poet needn’t invent the soul. The poet listens to an inspired audibility
moving the inner self to recognize its chastity handling with an egoless
rapport opening the hearts of his readers with a transparent legibility.

Composing music is apprehending that metaphysics can be heard in euphonics.
The occidental revelation of evolving orchestrative colors can become luminous.
The sentiment of deep sorrow can through the harmonic release of benevolence
be so impressive it results in a weeping lamentation as if music was symbiotic.
This ecstasy can become an interval, a rhythm, a breath, or a resolved dissonance.

In dance, in gesture, in pantomime, the body becomes an expressive intelligence.
There are truths that cannot be argued adequately but can be revealed in motion.
A bowed spine, a suspended hand, a turn of the head, a sudden stillness
can disclose grief, eros, reverence, tragedy, more honestly than explanation.
A human stature captivates its audience struck in awe peaceful and gratuitous.

So too in drama, where body, image, speech, silence or myth meet in living emotion
and the human being is permitted, for an hour, to confront itself symbolically
whether in the midst of a real life situation or posing as a clown quite comically.
This is why under many reasons a creative perspective is essential for existence
Because without it, life remains technologically advanced, economically active,
and politically organized while becoming inwardly meaningless and barbaric.
This is on stage or in cinema if the text is moving and literally attractive
various scenes will be imbedded in the memory of the beholder like magic.

A society may still function while forgetting how to perceive without persistence.
One may still prosper following its capital while becoming spiritually illiterate.
Whatever the case the creative faculty is degraded, the human being is reduced:
from mysteries to functionality , from a blessed soul to a role of the inconsiderate.
Being a thoughtless consumer who is sacrificing his inwardness to miserable profile,
from a personality to a zombie of business and a slave without a distinct resistance.
Art stands against this reduction. Not as luxury alone, nor as mere entertainment
nor as a prestigious refinement but the last methodically practiced disciplines
through which the human being remains larger than these decadent systems
that would attempt to define them by scoffing their importance recklessly and vile.

To defend art is to defend one of the deepest conditions of human freedom.
This liberty is God-given and a human instinct and remains an ascertainment
as the entire world whines for this recognition. All infants can truly imagine
their dreams in fulfillment having seen the Mona Lisa in the Louvre Museum.
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Now I will venture through the millennium of Music where many styles existed
and listen to centuries of changing metaphysical climates in our fascinating occident.
A civilization’s music reveals what reality was accepted during various phases of time.

In the austerity of Gregorian chant, one hears not merely devotion but verticality.
Our souls turned upward without ornament needing to announce itself in monophony.

In the flowering of early polyphony, one hears the first great astonishment
that many voices might remain distinct without ceasing to belong to one order.
The advancements of Hildegard von Bingen was the first accomplishment
of composition beyond the Gregorian Chant with a mysticism as a departure.

The Middle Ages brought a modal harmony with cadences with amazing resolutions.
Especially the compositions of Guillame Machaut written for the Notre Dame cathedral
From Ars Antiqua to Ars Nova, the mind of Europe begins to hear itself toward evolution
with increasing intricacy. Time measured daringly, yet still under heaven though medieval.

Then the Renaissance: not sentimentality with radiant proportion developing contrapoint.
Voice meeting voice with a stringent order created in Florence under Giovanni Palestrina
The oils of rituals like Extreme Unction were introduced to sanctify the sick and anoint
the passing of the soul returning to the bosom of Abraham and a celestial ballerina.

Gabrieli and Frescobaldi were pioneers of tonality freeing the devil of music the Tritone.
The Baroque harnessed the tritone with its resolution power hidden inside the dominant.
These magnificent architects of motion developed the harmony we recognize as home
where counterpoint becomes almost theological as the age of the Fugue became prominent.
A world in which exuberance and discipline still recognize one another with Vivaldi and Bach.

Then the Classical, where form achieves a nearly moral clarity with concepts of dynamics
asserting articulation and beginning the modern age of sophisticated instrumentation.
In Joseph Haydn, wit and structure become grace writing masses for the messianic.
In Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, proportion becomes tenderness, and elegance revelation.
Also the harmonics of Haydn and Mozart were inventive and their music did interlock.

In Franz Schubert harmonic advancement, the private soul became musically visible
intimate, fragile, wandering toward distances nonetheless a visionary who was pivotal
inspiring a generation including Berlioz with his Requiem and Symphonie Fantastique.
This brought the Romantic into a realm of mystery and inner depth and fascination.
Shortly thereafter Richard Wagner presented his Tristan and Isolde Praeludium
which freed the tritone from tonality paving the way for late Romantiscm.

Finally in Gustav Mahler, civilization itself seemed to begin hearing its own fracture.
Nostalgia, irony, deep darkness, and a longing for redemption was hidden in rapture.

The Impressionism of Debussy built upon the freedom of the tritone using modal
concepts as well the whole-tone symmetry reigned in a new age. This was the global
destiny of the this enhancer.

Maurice Ravel’s Gaspard de la Nuit stood side by side with his Russian compatriot
Alexander Scriabin with their revolutionary harmonic modal concepts found in Jazz.
Sound strains toward ecstasy, delirium and theosophy.
Bela Bartok and Stravinsky upended earth and ritual with their energetic rhythm whereas
Olivier Messiaen opened timelessness; birds become theology, and his harmonic coloristic
the modern world had never heard in this capacity.
This Manifesto is to awaken the sleeping giant of creativeness for the futuristic.

Before the clocks of nations began,
before the banners of armies were raised,
there was only the deep breathing of the cosmos—
stars unfolding like silent flowers
in the garden of the Eternal.

Christian Nationalism and Islamophobia have rang
to insure the Armageddon can be rephrased.
The Wizard of Oz and his horrific hocopocus
leaves the gullible without substantial power.
Bugling the seven trumpets of the Apocalypse
will not awaken Satan from the infernal.

The Antichrist is wearing Dorothy’s shoes
losing his vocation in his dictatorship.
There is nothing messianic in complete illegality.
Nonetheless in the serene immeasurable silence
the voice of God is not a damning thunder.
It echoes through pulsars with a righteous
birthright, accentuating with great wonders
existence, vibrating sonic beauty as vitality,
bringing wisdom moving languidly through creation.

God evolves a patience more thoroughgoing than galaxies,
radiant and luminous to counsel instead of command.
His Son the Prince of the Stars appears in reality-
Christ walks there in the stillness of the universe,
not as a king of battlefields with irrational demands
but as the keeper of humanism and compassion.
His path is crossing nebula and dust alike being diverse,
reminding creation that mercy and reconciliation
are mightier than the sword and military medallions.

The symbolic fashion of the book of revelations
are the imaginative prowess of John of Patmos
before the inception of Anglo-Saxon battalions.
The grandiose phantasma were cleansing verses
to initiate an age like Nostradamus foresaw.
A new Jerusalem and bringing about the return of
our gentle saviour, with the death of Satan.

People with devoutness to the teachings of our Counselor
are the true recipients of the gifts of eternal propriety.
These sapiens are wholly in possession of a deeper wisdom.
The Antichrist is ultimately a man without scruples and laws.
Seeking retribution, where only God passes true judgments,
is the cardinal sin of an unjustifiable ultimatum.

Posing as the Messiah is a common illness of anxiety
which calls upon the soldiers riding their black stallions.
False prophets weave their crimson threads with paws
binding hands to fear with epinephrine as the variety
of preparing an individual to face or flee from a threat.

Yet the archangels watch proxying their irrationality.
Their wings are a shield for the faithful who needn’t fret,
for Paradise awaits us all while portraying deep piety.
A path where mercy reigns will conquer and withdraw
illogic, enlightening us further from the fever of Armageddon.

Our fate is in our hands and heart, to truly openly accept
the entire human race as a resplendent Godly entirety.
We who stand by peacemakers will finally correct
the propaganda of Antichrists and war cries, we’ll deaden.
Amidst Infinity the archangels keep their watch in sobriety.

Hence beyond the shouting of dominance they spawn
against the ambitions of narcissistic kings, as they redden
the ungodly, nonetheless God waits without anger.
For the Infinite knows that storms pass, empires fade,
and even the loudest of certainties are utterly danger.
These are only echoes in the vast cathedral of creation.

Notwithstanding the virtues of our mankind displayed.
These virtues are neighborliness, compassion, integrity
courage, altruism, and the ability to navigate
social interactions with patience and luminosity.
This helps to move like starlight through the iniquity.
This philosophy is carried by those who advocate
the concept that heaven is not built through war
but through benevolence, acceptance and equality.

This supposed final war is a total blunder and idiocy
absent of strategic planning, destroying well-being.
The doomsday will not succumb to this brutality
and ignorance which is devoid of guaranteeing
who is the true Antichrist and who is actually Lucifer.

We have two rulers who ruthlessly dominate
their population with no accountability.
Murderously ranting their folks in terror
utilizing their might as an executioner
of freedom and stifling their capability.
The characters who exert this script of hate
will someday disintegrate with their outlandish
attitudes and vanish with their pallbearers.

We further our presence with lustrousness
optimistically resurgent for the soul carer,
who welcomes noncompetitive acceptance.
Enemies pray for their own personal patience
to appease our Counselor and save us from anguish.
Love will mingle with understanding as the irate
gnash their teeth in despair and noncompliance.

He had his luck as a teenager in High School,
acting like a rambunctious raunchy racist fool.
He believed the law is a shield of strength
that remembers only forceful obedience,
not an aware analytically logical consequence.
No one showed interest nor took him seriously
with his draconian dystopian talk and misery.
There is a record of his false depositions
kept beyond offices, archives and expositions.
It is written in his body language and family separations.
It is witnessed in the manner the innocent injured children
flinch at doors or rattling keys of governmental henchmen.
Already the deputy has exhibited his demented state of mind,
throwing around statements of utter bigotry highly unkind.
Woe to those who renamed inhumanity and heartless cruelty
a proper event while hearing the babies scream abstrusely.
Slurring impoverished janitors to pick up his littered trash
as he piles his useless garbage for his absurd Monster Mash.
Bobby Picket’s masterpiece rap was a hilarious Halloween joke,
while SM’s business was our liberties and freedoms to revoke.
You thought the Mexican border was a distant wall in Texas.
The other Steve called you Don’s brain blinking and infectious.
Nonetheless injustice does not remain in your dust and gravel.
It is constantly like a chameleon changing its color in travel.
His flagrant fetish was being Anti-Latino in Santa Monica.
I hear the answer “Blowing in the Wind” on Dylan’s harmonica.
However Monica, this saint was a victim of an anti-humane horror.
Yet still she was patient, loving and forgiving and Christ adored her.
With matriculation into Duke he actively promoted autocracy,
writing columns against diversity and avoiding true pluralism.
This virtue our overburdened deputy-in-chief was sadly lacking.
What he needs badly is the Holy Spirit’s ruthless whacking.
Eventually he promoted DJT’s horrendously freaking fascism,
and on the ex-campus they spoke overtly with a devil’s advocacy.
History truly despises hidden factual memories of atrocities
from “Well-Respected Men about Town” misusing sacred bodies.
Irrespective they hide their atrocious behaviour in bottles
floating downstream to alligators in Alcatraz full throttle.
Safeguarding students from right-wing ideological indoctrination,
Duke is dismantling thugs and power misuse of our fragile nation.
Then SM wrote incendiary massive speeches while DJ was candidating,
like Haitian’s eating pets while immigrants were evilly instigating.
Forgetting his original Semitic heritage, he wrote over US carnage
which is now occurring in the Twin cities and covered in sabotage.
Stepping over the red line with suggestive perverse innuendos
Named after a Lite in Milwaukee with speeches in diminuendos
Nevertheless the market has been overloaded with hoppy Pale ale
while John Roberts saved our Queen’s clown from arriving in jail.
Ale, called IPA has the meaning “The International Problems Administration”
for our farmers now have a Soy Bean Chinese cramp at “Petticoat Junction”
complaining about tariffs where every economist said it would not function.
Again there was a horrific bomb scare in this city in the Afro-American district
This happened precariously on the night of the last election like a drop kick.
I am sure it was a deciding factor why Wisconsin landed in DJ’s tally
as the ramp was rickety and wouldn’t support his dubious hateful rallies.
Sacrilegious Rosemary’s baby will not present a viable deterrence
waiting for the 25th so he can prepare for the midterm transference.
SM says in his draconian fashion which the boys in Silicon Valley applaud
“His retribution has begun” while Lucifer is ridden with jive and fraud.
White Supremist is a mild description for the movement he promotes
void of reconciliation as his calloused attitude we rigorously demote.
Marley was a Jacob but also a Bob who sang defiantly about a sheriff.
He saved the deputy but Noem is pointing her fingers as citizens perish.
She claims you gave the orders and you called Pretti a domestic terrorist
therefore all charges against me you will inherit and against me are dismissed.
So you with strength, force and power you will never be jittery with tyranny
just write yourself a memo and play a game timidly of the Hare ”Uncle Wiggily”.

We the People of the states of the union who are truly vigilant
This is how the blasphemy begins because this is now a complete falsehood.
White supremacy has isolated the darker skinned and our immigrants.
Supposedly the Federalist society are originalists who acclaim brotherhood.
From Portland, Maine to Minneapolis and LA, South Dakota’s ICE reigns.

Aggressively the fear monger has picked up his Sharpie pen,
although 15,000 protesters want to keep our principles sovereign
his thoughts are panicking, because of a conscious which is rotting within.
Creating mayhem with his blunt forceful strokes is killing our citizens’ livelihood
while he is confusing chaotic callousness with governing competence,
and calling it leadership as we are dying in nostalgia for life as it had been.

The Declaration did not inquire whether being petrified and frightened
with fascist Gestapo rednecks being allowed to murder our residents
would be an acceptable situation for an age of the enlightened.

The orangutang has erroneously blurted insults without hesitance
on our allies who have fought beside us and calls soldiers suckers.
He unequivocally wishes to replace the UNO with his “Board of Peace”
while he sinks poor fishermen who have no intention in being smugglers.

Returning to humanism presented from Jefferson with independence
we are all created equal, endowed, not licensed, nor negotiated
with life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness which will never cease.
Fear has no constitutional function. It is irrationality dressed as authority.
It is not true awareness; it is panic masquerading as political policy.

Yet fear now governs as liberty wearing zip ties. Equality is no general priority.
I am sure all true thinkers would be appalled with this misuse of autocracy.
Playing video games with an alleged enforcement as all are brutally intimidated.
Also fear nurtures irrationality and confusion subjecting our fragile democracy
to domestic terrorism which could result in Civil War, which is not exaggerated.

The Fourth Amendment protects individuals from unreasonable searches and seizures
requiring law enforcement to generally obtain a warrant based on probable cause
supported by oath, and particularly describing the place and items for the procedure.
It prevents arbitrary government intrusion, ensuring warrants are judicially authorized.

The Fifth promises due process stating no person shall lose liberty or be ostracized.
Fair legal proceedings and the right to just compensation is there simply because
these rights protect individuals in both criminal and civil legal proceedings
ensuring fair treatment and limiting governmental power respecting honor and laws.

The Eighth forbids cruelty, maltreatment, inhumane methods and to be agonized.
Nevertheless cages, isolation, untreated illness, and hours stretched leading
to accusation without due process is abominable and will not be normalized.

Behold the year of panic, where ignorance became an executive fallible virtue.
The Prez is stumbling, masquerading his strategy to avoid releasing the Epstein files.
Covering up the situation is hideous and improvisation has been exalted over principle.
Checks and balances? Only decorative hypocrisy clothed in vulgarity, ridiculously vile.
Separation of powers? Optional? With Rep representatives caving in is now typical.

The president is a coward dressed in wolf skins bullying with his narcissism
embarrassingly presenting his views which are deranged and an optical
disaster. Hence the Congress which is constitutionally obliged to resist is in division.
Congress watched with polite confusion kissing his ring and losing their style
and smearing the Special Counsel who laid the truth on the table with precision.

Courage became a calculation too costly for ordinary life while agents riled.
Ambition is supposed to check ambition, not forcing the nation into collision.
Rules became absurd. Rights became conditional under behaviour so frictional.

In its finality we must search our souls and ask an important question;
If courage becomes costly and silence is the only secure survival,
will we become the lost sheep of a tyrannical shepherd’s congestion?

We are those who remember reason in the true sense of the disciples
who taught the reconciliation bringing us to true neighborliness
and exploring each other deepens understanding and can convey sovereignty.

We are those who refuse to turn empathy into something miscellaneous
and who believe that children like strangers are proofs of universality.

We the People are those who remember that courage is never wasted,
and that our republic imagined from our founders isn’t simply a parchment.
It is a carefully thought out mission without kings and allows self-determination.
We are at a crossroad of our futures and our virtues are intact and we have tasted
our freedom with our imaginative minds which is God’s gracious adornment.
So Lord please save our nation as we proceed to raise our inner spirituality.

Our Prez moved too rapidly for his conscience to keep pace.
The world blurs beneath him, decisions born of impulse,
leaping over reason, trampling well-thought hesitations.
While the Christ I follow leans gently downward in grace
pausing to lift a fallen child, with human sorrow to exult
His presence for the heartbeat of mercy with adoration.

Impulse crowned as strength and fear dressed as command.
Blustering comments with a frightening appearance
with shadows dictating obedience, trembling in their wake.
Meekness, instead, walking softly hand in hand
bearing a scepter not of iron but of tranquil love.
Wearing a crown stitched from honest tolerance
inviting the weary to rest, teaching pride we must forsake.

Paranoia festers where cover-ups seem to linger.
Suspicion then appears, whispering conspiracies,
trust is abandoned at the touch of each finger.
Our Counselor induces logic and reason and consistency
tenderly guiding the forlorn to enlightened paths.
Holding the broken-hearted suffering from an aftermath
breathing courage into disappointment and despair.

Desire reaching too far is grasping what cannot be held.
Greed wraps itself around what is a fleeting moment
trying to clench eternity in a fist like a dominant infidel.
Hands open with multiplying fish instead to feed the hungry,
touch the abandoned forgiving prostitutes and omens.
Offering a loaf of bread with drink speaking so snugly,
within these small acts, the world is whole without opponents.

Lawlessness unmasked, families starve beneath this greed.
Walls of poverty rise while unnutured hearts sadly implore
for humanism to become a factor in their moment of need.
Blessed are the merciful, for they shall inherit the earth.
For mercy will replace scarcity into plentitude and mirth.
Hunger turns into hopefulness with philanthropy restored,
and despair into the soft light of human dignity will succeed.

Bread, shelter, and health made scarce as capitalism flourishes.
Those with the least will plead silently to the Lord of abundance.
Nonetheless their cries are muted by indifference, so obscene.
Blessed are the peacemakers, for their might will be foreseen
bridging gaps in compassion mending wounds with radiance.
Turning cities into protected sanctuaries as peace will nourish
making justice bloom in unlikely soil like a beanstalk so wondrous.

Iron words shake supposed allies’ hands whose tactics are blunder.
Promises forged in sinister quarters are like lightning and thunder,
Threats dressed as litmus tests bringing a game of false loyalty.
Justice stands tall like a fortress of reasoning and accountability,
not in fear but in faithfulness to righteousness without royalty.
Unyielding is yet tender to sensitives souls who build amiability.
This is the foundation for lasting peace as our foremost priority.

Distant lands under the United Nations are threatened as prizes.
Maps are drawn with the edges of a sword and evil contrabands.
Lives calculated as points for the narcissistic and egoistic conquest.
Love flows where fear once attempted to gloomily reign at best.
Rivers of mercy are carving paths through unfertile barren lands.
As modifying modern agriculture into the communal farming rises
enemies will be brothers, strangers change into neighbors who understand.

Grievances shouted, supposed enemies cast as monsters.
Every slight dissimilarity magnified into nefarious battle.
Every word a weapon of insult and humiliation.
Pray for your enemies, saith the Lord of Bethlehem,
and turn your wrath into counseling the impostors.
Transforming anger into mutual understanding instead of mayhem,
and hatred into a bridge of sincere dialogue and reformation.

Overreaching without reason, irrationality in motion
bringing the world bending under reckless ambition.
Destructive fractures are deepening where logic has fled.
Rivers forging forward heightening stoicism. Patience
shaping the landscape with solitude and persistence.
Teaching endurance where impulsiveness has bled.

Walls rise, shadows lengthen, while terror masquerades as power.
Gates are closing, fearing septic festers while silence screams.
Intimidating the fearful’s inferiority being haunted by ugly dreams.
Light persists, healing flows; the meek shall inherit the earth,
illuminating corners left dark since the salutation of birth.
Welcoming the forgotten into the warmth of blooming flowers,
superior to tyranny with a pluralistic enthusiasm devoid of dearth.

Greed feeds only the few, while hunger devours the many.
The powerful swell with glutinous excesses with imperial living
while the masses cling to their crumbs and scraps without a penny.
Mercy walks unseen for internally inhabits the Living God who’s giving
and waiting for hands to open and for exquisite hearts to answer
this quiet passage. Soon our planet tilts toward justice lifting
equity to maxims of existence. We’ll be sharing our lives without envy.

In cities where winter breathes disguised,
and orders come like thunder from marble walls
they told us safety would be there to prevent
instability yet this situation wasn’t a windfall.
Then iniquity looked with its calculated eyes
down the barrel of a mother’s last moment.

The gaze of the bystanders observed this act
witnessing that obviously the law was blind.
Comprehensive spectators did civilly react
yet their senses were shocked and rattled
as the incident was definitely absurdly defined.

Up on the high bench, an oath was meekly murmured
moving slower than fear spreading through throngs.
Rustling their testaments afraid to seek to nurture
the flame licking at their numbed knees and heels
while one more life was extinguished with such torture.

An executive order parades its authority like medals,
but innocence does not stop these masked men’s bullets
nor will they unclench their rigid fists which they peddle.
DJT claims vile threats and grievance are necessary methods
to render dissent powerless for these vigilant freedom rebels.

They the observers, we the scribes and the grieving
are without comprehension why the gunman fired
as we held our language with lanterns in the sinister
night not to soften the blow, nor to excuse its deceiving
but to claim it for what it is before it vanishes in the mire.

Orders written in the corridors of power
cascade like winter floods that plunder.
Unstoppable, heedless, and unchecked
while those meant to balance storm and thunder
are lingering in quietude longer than does the hour.
Here, where a poet fell and children lost their mother,
the Constitution bends, before the wind shipwrecked
our rights as they crumble to dust with the rise of blunder.

The Gestapo agents moved like obscure shadows rehearsing
their blurting insults with their ICE costumes and masked heads.
Memorized through DJT’s Sharpie ink as ultimate directives,
yet every corner they turned did wreak of fright and sweat
attempting to appear useful playing Colombo’s detectives.

A widower’s scream was swallowed by Dorian columns
the courthouse steps stained with their unspoken oaths.
While the Supreme Chamber will find some blatant excuse
to hang its robes on invisible clotheslines with their tidy clothes
watching the sun tilt away from accountability which they truly loathe.

The widower’s angst became a dissonant ledger line,
his grief was immense as he hugged his childrens’ breasts.
Renée’s loss was so pitiful as her offsprings bitterly whined.
Now the executive orders, seals, or voiceless acquiescence
where morality wandered bewildered and lost, fell short.
Showing law was too apologetic to give convalescence.

The cameras lingered, eyes blinking like neon lights,
witnessing the silent parade of a decadent authority
marching over matriarchs, over windows, over conscience.
Silicon Valley typed the calculus of civil disobedience
into dashboards that hummed like Gothic churches
dedicated to their algorithms, not angels or priority.

Still we carefully scrutinize the hornet’s nest.
Scribes, poets, philanthropists and clergy will reveal
holding their oil lanterns through the cracks,
identifying what power would rather conceal.
Tracing the line from order to thoughtlessness
in the decree from the paper to heartbeat,
from the oath to absolute enduring absence.

The frost deepens, and so do the deplorable memories;
the ink remembers what the stamp would perhaps forget,
the streets remember the terribly atrocious jeopardy.
Even the speechless silence of the Supreme Chamber
cannot erase the horrifyingly hideous reverberating echo
of this mother’s life taken through disgusting depravity.
Hence the conscience of a republic is twisting and bending
without an insinuation or an abstract innuendo.

Rosemary’s Baby JD watched from glass towers,
his cradle rocking to the hum of destiny
pixels and memos tracing the shadows which devour
the hands which were cuffed. Alex Padilla’s legacy
stands as heroic before anyone could ask his identity.

Orders fell like snow on frozen streets,
executive ink brushes over human faces,
and he tapped the hollow drum of law beats
like Yankee Doodle Dandy without traces
while columns of justice trembled and rumbled
without ever striking the skins for a single note.

He saw the widower clutched together in his grief
like a lantern that would not dim at the wake of his Love.
Her shadow was mysteriously dancing across concrete
and JD wondered if anyone in the chambers above
heard the echo of her children’s deepened sorrow
or only the silence of his complicity and diabolical cover up.

The Supreme Chamber slept in etiquette,
Their robes hung like laundry in a windless sky,
while Sharpie orders multiplied, multiplying fear,
and JD’s small hands gripped the edge of his fate.
Learning early that self-defense was his detriment
while claiming domestic terrorism would not disappear.

Then in the valley, the demons of capital
typed their dashboards of subservient obedience.
Counting metrics of loyalty to right-wing radicals
and leaving the case with his ultimate beastliness
of what happened on the frozen streets below.
Their prayers were artificial, their compassion unsavable.

JD closed his weary sandman eyes,
as the city breathed beneath him;
full of fear, full of paper, full of ghosts.
He rocked gently, feeling so agonized
knowing some stories would not end
with applause, not with justice, nor pseudonym
only with the memory carried like lanterns
through the frost into the darkest caverns.

Snow gathered in corners of the Supreme Chamber,
frozen whispers tracing the edges of statute books.
The echoes of orders bounced off marble endangered
as then Skull and Bones ceremonies rose and all villains partook.
Carrying names that were never written as they were stranger’s
lives that would not fit the ledger of acceptance like token crooks.
Grimaced faces would be acknowledged within their perverted pattern.

The valley hummed its indifferent psalm,
the cradle of JD rocked like a pendulum,
measuring time in opportunities denied,
and somewhere beneath the frost a memorandum
of a mother’s grief flickered like a candle: DJ was petrified
although he huffed and puffed it continued to qualm.

Hence the poem waits, unfinished,
like justice postponed critique,
like orders still falling from the windless sky,
like a republic balancing on lanterns diminish
carried by Renée’s children who could not yet speak
but whose curious eyes saw everything
that the powerful and narcissistic refuse to see.

Lanterns flicker in the frost,
not the lanterns of men, but of lost angels
who tally names in a ledger of smoke exhaust,
their wings inked with executive orders and fables,
their breath, was the hollow sound of Scotus who slumbered.

A gibbous moon leans sideways over capital valley,
leaving a crescent of righteousness and judgment.
Nevertheless without the courage to strike,
watching the robotic servers hum like altars
where the prayers of the terrestrials who are living right
are converted into charts of subservience which only falter.

JD rocks in the cradle taking his knap,
his eyes reflecting the aurora of lost humanity,
and suddenly he views the rivers run backward then,
the snow climbed fiercely up ancient walls with voracity
the streets were unfolding like origami maps
of those who have departed with the stamp of a pen.

Marble columns now sprout roots and bloom
a forest of law growing toward the firmament.
Their leaves are irreparably misuse of statutes and shame.
All missed opportunities because of divided involvement.
Feel the gusty winds which carry the whispered unknown names
of deceased mothers, widowers, and their hapless children
who in unison speak louder than any decree of doom.

The frost fractures into constellations,
and each star is a life of celestial creation
which DJT’s Sharpie orders could not assimilate
glimmering stubbornly influencing the debate!
Insisting this night remembers the precious late
Renée who will one day in heaven’s realm jubilate.

A shadow of a wolf passes over Silicon Valley,
its eyes reflecting numbers, graphs, and hieroglyphics
yet it howls a canto older than contracts with Vishnu
giving togetherness with tolerance with every issue
a song that says: even power is mortal but Jesus
gifts us with vision as we ponder immortality
in the light of all things as life forever is the promise
with the loss here on Earth from a loved one I wish solace!
Her wonderful memory enduringly persists for an eternity.

While JD dreams in his astral flight,
his cradle is swaying between worlds of might,
linking obedient instruction and bad conscience.
Upon the winter’s rolling frozen streets came light
and the thaw of an unseen redemptive province.
The gusts rock-a-bye Rosemary’s baby and the frost glistens,
the lanterns tremble as the infidels raise their horned ears and listen.
Our quarter of a millennium’s republic holds its bated breath
while the beelzebubs of Sharpie ink and bullets of perverted vision
await the wrath of morrow when DJT neglects Renée’s ruthless death.

Nonetheless somewhere west, beyond the fog,
hands in hoodies traced a different script
etched in ancient runes of capital and codes
into the cradle of his name not rebelling.

Rosemary dreamed of something holy,
feeling the future kick behind her ribs;
the doctors smiled, the neighbors hummed,
and signed away the room in the heroine’s silence.

So too this birth in Orwell’s 1984 without crown,
was just terminal testaments blessed as destiny
a whisper: this valley will coerce for you,
while never quite belonging to its essence.

The accent learned to shape-shift cleanly,
Appalachia folded into pitch decks,
a Trojan drawl rolled through the gates
while a unhealed Ebenezer roamed in hell.

Lawlessness and treacherousness have evenly
discredited his Hillbilly Elegy’s codex
with ancient diabolical Medieval delegates
who are tolling Quasimodo’s holy church bells.

Like a cornball buying his tasty ice-cream
his rapport was queer and quite embarrassing.
With no form of empathetic humanity
he ignored his fraudulent omnipresence.

Travelling to the new Pope Leo the 14th
He chose a John’s baptism over humility
and was frowned upon as sanctimonious
rejecting him filled with obscene obsolescence.

I do remember the days of September
when a widow came to him in complete despair.
She smacked him with a luscious passionate kiss
and afterwards Mrs. Kirk was scandalously ensnared.

Many supposed conspiracy theories arrived
Forgetting Mujahideen of Lord Bin Laden.
Used for Marvel films and trick pictures
of a republic starved for an acceptable myth.

Silicon Valley would play the midwife well
no mess, no blame, complicit with leverage:
a deal sealed not with sulfurized smoke
with venture rounds of Vladimir Putin’s scythe.

Then like the final scene, the camera lingers:
smiles too calm, the applause came weakly
a child rocked gently by MAGA believers
who swear the future will obviously obey.

No horns, no fire—just impeccable certainty.
Just power learning how to sound like fate
Wrapped in injustice for Lucifer himself
This baby did whine in complete disarray.

Ask if his evil uncle in his insecurity
claimed other citizens were terrorists.
Vance stated the murder was in self-defense
as no due process was indeed questioned.

At the inauguration all the goons were there
presenting their greed without much despair.
Meta, Amazon and Tesla were hence elevated
while their presence was not truly mentioned.

Now we have the instance of contemptuousness,
arresting illegitimately innocent Venezuelans.
The federal judge has stated his brilliant case
as the baby and boss rolled their devil’s eyes.

Ironically the uncle is pestered with dementia
with his hands curdling into nothingness.
Nevertheless he still smears his decrees
with his magic Sharpie not dotting his “I’s”.

He wishes like his former Chief of Staff
to throw the Epstein Files in the fireplace.
All of this will be pardoned disrespectfully
to display this act so callousedly undignified.

Danny Kaye’s sang sweetly “Wonderful Copenhagen”
in the film for the Dane, Hans Christian Andersen.
The DJ’s have forgotten this with their Pentagon enterprise
“Now we’ll overtake Greenland with our warlike jargon.”

Helplessly we gaze the polar bears wandering
only with a floating island of separated ice
because her sheets are quickly melting.
All of Scandinavia listens to Greta quandering.

Is the Silicon Valley looking for mineral wealth?
I suspect with an uncontrolled overindulgence
Their lack of morals is with Satan swelting
exhibiting their nauseous depraved mental health.

Hastened to no bargaining at the Knight’s round table
Isadore has lost her prince charming poor Tristan
where the love and death thene was the famous fable.

The futility of maliciousness is power’s theme
A dangerous military and a miserable flunky
with a drunkard as the Minister of War.
This spells defeat as a prerequisite for all junkies
of narcissism as the Ghost of Christmas future
points to fire and brimstone for our conquistador.

The Unbelievable Catastrophic Dilemma -The Epitome of Irresponsibility

The mysterious election under Greg Palast and Jessica Denson
was an illegitimate bomb scare tactic for George Benson.
His guitar licks and smooth voice are more pleasurable
inducing glorious joyful hormones for all listeners.
Funky grooves for hip shaking are truly inseparable
inviting charming insinuations for each curious visitor.
Nonetheless the equity question greets the migrants
so leaving the Pilgrims on Plymouth Rock was inevitable.
The Iroquois unfortunately had no viable prerogative
to secure visas because bureaucracy was so defiant.
Demolition of the Status Quo proves no Deep State
existed, being a conspiracy theory was very reliant.
Chasing the Calvary at Little Big Horn was an irate
Custer whose trip up in the valley wasn’t very evocative.
Claiming through SCOTUS immunity the Green Giant
dropped his peas for the mice to scurry and emigrate
with the Anglo-Saxon Rats so belligerently talkative.
Oops the experiment with San Salvador was compliant
for Bukele the coolest dictator chewing on the bait.
His concentration camp is a hellish containment
with rodents squirming as Edgar Allan Poe’s clients.
All of a sudden we have massive justified LA protests!
Calling up the friends of Hegseth for entertainment
to trample and topple the noble. Using a necessary
Gestapo without a vote from Congress in conquest
of appeasing Leonardo the King of glorious Opus Dei.
Alito will be smiling as the lackeys will detest
the very motion of each dissent and contrary.
The ICE will of course be confronting the containment
of suspicious malintent although every complicit pansy
enjoys their role in the chaos as practicing mercenary.
Macabre insinuations ring through their morbid fancy
of our Louisiana Mike during his mortal arraignment.
Illogically following the whims of the executive branch
he is the laughing stock with his voice so rough and raspy.
Grinning diabolically disguised in his clean man attitude
he has been invited to a radical cowboy’s private ranch.
The cabinet of ghouls attempt to futily crassly intrude;
nevertheless the New England senator’s assignment
is to detrain their rampage with coherency and stance.
The Banana Republic has arrived with a cruel and rude
and blasphemous nonconstitutional Devil’s dance.
Mayor Newsom is the deciding factor for the alignment
of our National Guard . The Orangutang took his crude
insobriety and blurted his wish to our dismay to advance
his criminal agenda devoid of human dignity. The avalanche
has crumbled the Bill of Rights as the emperor stands nude.
We will finalize this ludicrous gorilla theater with confinement
with his orange suit glittering for the warden while killing grants.
Destroying the essence of education rendering the folk’s servitude
with bondage and ignorance and a robot with brain transplants.
The Brave New World of Aldous Huxley has begun with assignments
purging individuals from pluralism acclaiming conformed latitude.
Nonetheless the barriers will be broken as genocide is financed
for the periphery of the Southern Globe within the expanse.
The voices of decency with rise to correct the misconstrued
as capitalism erodes and reality protects us in enshrinement.

The partiality we have been accustomed to since crazy homo-sapiens
who neither have concern or purpose demolish our aspirations.
The agony which results is avoided as many unknowing legal aliens
are hoodwinked into complacency with misleading misinformation.
The state of affairs has irritated the reasoning of pensive theologians
who ponder the resolution of humanity’s precious warranted welfare.
Deepened in anxiety is the majority as they peer into the implosions
while the rubble heightens blurring the vision with the doctrinaire
attitude deceiving the common good with its proposed pseudonyms.
The apparitions lurking under the latitudes of the delicate debonaire
will resurface tipping their green beret in their particular collusion.
The misinterpretation of good intentions plagues the trustworthy
who venture their journey into mystic realms as we become aware
of the profound images of serendipity which rejoin the earthy.
The gorgeousness of the inner beauty of a blooming blossom
liberates our souls from the woeful doldrums imposed upon us.
The artificially-intelligent Pope has again expressed his ignorance
by exhibiting his narcissism with a pontifical joke. Without mirth he
trumpets heathenry and sacrilegious blasphemy with a vengeance.
This Ebeneezer has cashed in his bitcoins for further thievery
from a gullible clan of capitalistic dreamers like sleeping possum.
Poor Pepé Le Pew has stunk up the works with his amazing trickery
leaving Polly Purebread praying for more than two dolls for Christmas.
Creaming the Boston Pie will regenerate the Yankee’s extraordinaire
as Norman Perceval Rockwell paints on his canvas lovely hickory
trees burgeoning forth as Nature displays his Lust so awesome.
The Transcendentalists of the early 19th century manifest their witchery
as all iniquity vanishes through the prism of Polly’s maidenhair
swirling like Rapunzel to declare freedom of profound expressivity.
Through the courageousness of outspoken truth tellers the caution
is long begotten while the celestial spirits conjure receptivity.
As He uttered his dismay to the poor souls beside Him His compassion
for our misgivings was the obvious message of our sacred Saviour.
On Calvary Hill the clouds parted as his life’s pulse in a heartfelt passion
was temporarily stilled as the skies rumbled with injustice in mystery.
Hypocrites stood with reverence reforming their stinted behaviour
returning at Pentecost to profess their faith no longer ensnared
in Skull and Bones or Masonry blessed with humanism and sanctity.
The blunders of the power hungry have existed since Merlin’s Excalibur
stupefying the Dragon as his fire exterminates in smoke. The periphery
of the infidels of greed will never satisfy the appetites of billionaires.
So risen is our counselor innocuously wandering until the lioness prepares
to enrapture His glory transporting his Excellence to ultimate divinity.
These our my inspirations as the children believe in this glorious fantasy
irreproachably virtuous with their innocence under our firmament in dignity.

The incredible complicit and one-sided flagrant media
shames not themselves without an embarrassing arena?
What was yesterday has evaporated like a phantom
lurking in a castle with cobwebs forgetting his tantrums.
The relation of discombobulation is truly quite obvious
featuring an egoistic entertainer completely oblivious.
He is instrumentalized by a corrupt form of bribery
creamed by extortion with an Elephant’s Ivory.
The attempts must take charge before total elimination
of a nation sleepwalking into complete annihilation.
The humbleness of our Leprechaun has been overshadowed
whose wisdom’s more far-reaching than a Floridian flamingo.
Carrying a form of illegitimate invented immunity
our criminal clown has forgotten our human dignity.
Our elderly gentleman has been ostracized for his debate
with a boundless liar so malicious and idiotically irate.
Stiffed by arrogance and criticized for his humanism
we are witnessing the march of a wicked fascism.
The loss of our country’s tradition is the final result
Is this not a reason for verbal revolution and tumult?
We must articulate our criticism directly on the RNC
for the lack of veracity presented since DJ left ol’ DC.
Rejecting logic and embracing his friends and felons
running through metal detectors with knives and guns.
Looking into the looking glass so angry and on fire
filled with grievances and threats are his only desire.
Take a dive from a cliff into the bubbling waters
to wake up from the nightmare of a coming slaughter.
Is this the direction of a leader of the free world?
Playing a silent accordion and a javelin he’ll hurl.
Look into the back alley of complete and utter poverty
instead of wondering about his faults of debauchery.
Throwing his dice against the wall with Rootie Kazootie
won’t change the first four years of dereliction of duty.
Our Chief Executive’s accomplishments and track record
are incomparably excellent and have actually occurred.
Be aware of the Tortoise and the Hare’s ultimate race
which will end in victory for our vulnerable human race.
We are susceptible to injury through our sweet emotions.
We accept neither radicalism nor irrelevant commotion.
The freedom of expression is the basis of our democracy
Substituting a lack of tolerance is choosing autocracy.
The lack of opportunity has not suddenly disappeared
nonetheless a thoughtless strongman is someone I fear.
Opening up to your experiences with a lawful subpoena
will help a culture of lambs infected by chronic amnesia.
Enter into a phase of high reason and responsibility
and cancel Russian propaganda of hate and divisibility.
Visit the Capitol of our musical tradition sweet New Orleans
and smoke some ganja and wear some Hippy blue jeans.