just to put on public record,
once,  to be read by all,
the lies that keep surrounding me,
will eventually fall.
I will never take my own life,
that will never be my thing,
I was ****** for being innocent,
for same reason,  I had to sing.
I sang, because it's relentless,
all the things they do to me,
the bullies that surmounted me,  
facts some know, and see.
because I don't matter
to
evil ,sick ,bad, or wrong,,
if they killed me young,
It  have been better,
than all the evil I did endure,
there is no let up from bullies,
they plunder, **** and maim,
they prey on child, the innocent,
the purest is their game.
I may be stupid, naïve, and dumb , a clown  
they called a dope,
I won't **** myself ever, with Christ, I have all hope.
Life is precious and more than that ,I  respect the life I bore,
I will never give up the life God gave me, for this you can be sure,
God is the goal for my soul,
I went to hell and back,
My destiny is with Christ, his love I never lacked,
I would have thrown my life away, if I did not have Gods grace,
so put this in your censored news, in twitter and book face.

Just know all you enablers, when they try to take me down,
I have a shield, I have a medallion, I also have a crown,
I have a star in heaven , two eagles,
my Father sent to me,
my white shell from opening 8 locks,
a blessed destiny.
a multi coloured dream coat, brought strife and jealousy,
my gifts from up above,
precious beyond compare,
that's why I don't chase earthly goods, I don't belong to here.
when I look up, my star looks down,
the trapdoor men and women,
can wear my frown.
I'm going to look after my body, I care about it a lot,
this  temple with a truthful heart,
took your pain, **** , torture lots ,
I was ****** when I said nothing, I was ****** when I spoke,
so plotters, power houses, politicians, cops, priests, not so intelligent intelligence,
take back all of your sicknesses,
and own your foul misdeeds.

a message from  Michael angel, and Mother Mary
when they set me alight in flames,
advised me the lies man hooked me with,
and the methods they used to  trick,
were same who  killed God when he came to earth,
this is not my job to fix.
my perspective is not high enough,
to see the insides of their hearts,
predatory  wolf wo/men bat winging with world wide web of tricks
Ciao it wasn't nice knowing you, you make my stomach sick
The lies you told will trip you up, I know if you plan my end,
She didn't **** herself, the ***** did
her story will eternally trend

Lawrence Hall
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        Everyone Writes a Drivelly Poem about the Winter Solstice
                                           And entitles it
                                         “Winter Solstice,”
                           And yet Somehow the World Goes On

The sun seems to stand still, and too, the world
An Ouroboros of lockdowns and masks
And the increasing divisions of partisans
In yet another republic devouring itself

There is an insubstantial Christmas truce
Undeclared, a catching of breath and will
In hopes that two-faced Janus will close his doors
Against the failings of the coming year

The sun seems to stand still, and too, the world
We also wait, and search the skies for a Star

At the voting booth
We do the symbolic act
A pointless gesture

Icarus cradled himself as the
Surface roared closer and closer,
Screaming like a siren in his ear

For a brief moment he looked and saw
That tower which had kept him and all
That surrounded it. It used to be ugly
But now with death approaching, all that was
ordinary became too beautiful to bare.

Lawrence Hall
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https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/
poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

              The Rural Electric Co-Op’s Giant Christmas Tree

Christmas trees are a delight to a child
On the farm, situational poverty
In muck and filth, old coat against the cold
Finishing the milking long hours after dark

But to the east a Christmas tree, a hope
The electric co-op’s radio mast
Its guy wires strung with multi-colored lights
The North Pole must be something like that

Christmas trees are a delight to a child
And even more when the child becomes a man

Let There be Barbies

          Let the children have their night of fun and laughter.
          Let the gifts of Father Christmas delight their play.

                   -Churchill, Christmas Eve radio address, 1941

Some young mothers ban Barbies and Santa Claus
And all such trinkets and dolls and mummeries
Sacrificing childhood to fashionable gossip -
In obedience to the Holy Internet

A toy Cochise must never ride again
Or little plastic soldiers defend their forts
Or Maid Marian roam with Robin Hood –
Barbie must never be dressed for success

Little children can now sit on the floor
On Christmas morn to play with ideologies