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nUkiEmOLe poems #44/ 06 Jun 2017 would you like an order of warring-Humans of spite the five-aRmies make shrift

nUkiEmOLe poems #44/ 06 Jun 2017

would you like an order of warring-Humans of spite the five-aRmies make shrift


would you like an order of warring-Humans of spite the five-aRmies make shrift

I liked the med-Bow, our street,

when the street lights were burnt-out,

long-gone w chems strontium-90 ever-pResent

the bats would hunt moss-qui-toes in the nite-still-air,

but who shoots an owl and do those owls hoot

when one found a cottontail-Rabbit

or a squirrel now that the squirrels are gone from

red-Tail hawks nowhere in sight

is the answer from fanatic-penataGooons

for their 19 years of chemical-Poisioning,

thru chem-Trails sordid excesses

instead of noise just tremolo,

but long fReight trains never competed

w owls for noise-Sake like the set of five-aRmies in

the Hobbit’s tales makes shrift to stray from wars

and from winds-Galore out-There,

wars by Elites and monarchs

warring-Humans of five-Families

bloodlines, not novel people enlist and continue

to suffer in a different routine,

no pro-sport cheers

as much as nestled in stone-Castles

antiquities, or Christian-Religion invading muslims

the European cRusades live-on like dRagons

of almost every nation, status

UN-like US anarchyists presidents express

enterprising al Qaeda, allowing Israels to sell arms

to ISIL in Syria, many furtive myths today, religious myths

hampered by humans any day or prognosticated by

secrecy blamed on Jesuits,

instead of free-Masons, or cIAS, not ‘whatever’

or literary means descriptive of ends in wars

for religious- fervors, like vermin extolling a gReat

agricultural annum I wonder when the bob-cat

will be chasing a rabbit that was twice now,

run zig-zag fast, directly at me, 13* 9 p.m.

nite walking upon slice ice above gRavel bed, my walk

being chased in the dark, of the sub-zero cold,

walk-on toward cottontail for a winter-Bilt’s nite expose’

to not sitting indoors all d-Day long, how

none of us dReaming of the rusting, rusted

bRoken barb-ed wires, pieces scattered on hikes

over BLM grasslands feeding cattle ever so non-chalantly

tRain after tRain, would you like an order of warring-Humans

war after illegal-War, Oligarch after plutocracy, chasing

around like the dRagon of myth, like UN-declared wars,

scattered wars and aRmies that rise-up, another empire,

but history does not speak of the new-Rome as

insufferable as the dRagons

those of folk-Lore and mighty conquering gore,

w destruction, akin, of course, mangy weak, sparse strength,

aRmies fight the myths of need, eradicate sovereignty

w destruction not fooking-Medicare,

of today’s no healthcare, pTSD

but wars-Warring illegal NSDU-238 usages

then not to change the infernal subject

‘where does the money come from’ the question

of-the-Day is: do chem-tRails deaden the insults

of masse` murder, collateral-Damage is good for you,

you do not have to take pain-Pills w strontium-90

and the two toxicities around, or NSDU-238 is a ghost

not a dRagon, nor a woman’s vagina warm

and moist, pointing my fingers, which, to dReam

does the five-aRmies demean that NSDU-238

will not be used by a ‘robotic-dRagon’ spewing

he’s not too-many-people anti-Semite,

instead of fire, a ghost

which is to say, by definition

the peoples speaking a Semitic language,

including the Arabs, Arameans, Babylonians,

Carthaginians, Hebrews, Phoenicians, and

many of the peoples of Ethiopia or by the new-Rome’s

US-military podge .A.I.P.A.C.

written by “R” Addison, 6-06 & 6-28-17; 1-19-18

–note: try this on mac-Audio recording (?) mins …

Bio-sketch (2-27-16)…

I started into believing that I would be able to show my data and my photogRapHics in 1996. By 1998 I was learning computers would gain ascendant methods thru technics of programming for a future connected to data and information. That was nuclear-Molecular finding(s) to share and my personal-Activism w first account specifics and engendering(s).

As cameras went 'digital-Tech' I fond that editing was also to follow in 2004. Then, in 2005 my first digital camera had replaced usage(s) of s.l.r. 35 mm's. I have no mercy nor pity for the thieves who have stolen my hard werk, as anxiety of what I allowed was mid-stReam--anyway! Those asshole-Pukes have cost me $1,000's on a fixed income and I remain single, sole-Survivor of two-Families w.o. offspring!

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