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Carly L Washor Jan 2021
I'll come to see you; uncoiled, naked; in sky; sea foam blazing.
Beside the tricolored fields of loose leafed trees; directing no more traffic.
Delighting windchime birds through breezing timbre.
Freeing arms to twist at dawn.
Every sound billowing with air; crafting together and apart; dividing all those jagged pieces from a puzzle set misconstrued.
You'll crawl out; leaving form for forward froms.
SURETICE TONGUE Jan 2019
ACQUISITION  APPOLEARNT ESTEM
RE: INDIGENEOUS –‘FATE ‘ GENOTYPE PATHING
Gimmorality  sovereignity  Siesta  behind the sawmill  emsoilage Zipporah’s  En –Root Stalk –of Peddigeance  vision  cortex:
The unpredictable magnificence vigor molten  cooingly-of
Proof  above the exigencies prior engrafting tools:
THE  KINGDOMMEZIA   META MORPHOSDEIKKAS:
Pipeline Oath digestion
‘Vaso-Versatile’
Consummate instance of wherein  paypriceless
‘ TALENT-TALE’ BEYOND THE TELEGRAM POLE
GENRE THE PROLETTE  OF PRO SELDOM ABOVE  CRITICS’
STOCK  RETENCENCE
ASYLUM VERTERAN
PILLAR PILGRIMAGE MANUAL
COTTON BRASS
BRACE GLIMPSES
BRUCE BEBYLON  THORNS
MID. WIFERY CONSIGNMENT/ FIDELITY FIDAL QUESTS
//the flashy art Seoul theatreez  OCTOPOSE PARACHUTES  Rainbowl Friettaos ET. Rivervese Strewelries-of rehabilitation engrossingly culmination visible dressing the illumination :
Stewardship Reorigine  Creaions
Stretching ‘Calf –Career’ Stereoscopic Seminaries
Pace-Setter: Bullock Yarning Beyond Prey mountain
BULKBOTH HERALDNG  RECESSION  CO-ENCROACHMENT
Spar under Oaths :
The Uncharttedly   bruce…’
ELLEANOR PODIUM PORTRAITS-
Above peddigres
Stir mediocre gothamcadre von pour care
‘KIOSK-KILO’ FULLERMINDNAC ICON VAULTS:
Kartryn Khulman Conference
Reliance  Conspiracies // the priceless  reoccurrence ORACLE  EXITHRAOST//

COUCH BEATITUDES
Order of amnesticuttez-Gymmordoc ghost ‘LIAISON
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THE BOOMINGLY BIKE  HAIL PLUMMATORY -OF THE  UNDER MOTH  IMMOLATION ....AUTO CRAFT

EMCRUISS // ENVELOP PING// INBORN  MIGHTY VENTURES


GHOSTWRITTEN  ISLE :

FLIVE LIOFEETS

Prejudices // Jaundice// Kroc nod // Guise forte prerequisites-of  KNOWLEDGEIZZ
PHOTO STREAM  AUNT FLIMSILY ANCHOR  HEBRAIC BUT  AIZOTHEOSS  
CONVALESCED  OF APOTHEOSIS
ConnectHook Apr 2023
Thou Ethiopian muse of mine: attend.
Now let my words wound souls and after, mend.
It’s time to slay some golden calves and knock
Some gods from off their pedestals. Let’s rock.
(I’d like my veal in gold-dust, with a side
Of injured Afrocentric racial pride.
)

Moses cut an oppressor down, who bled…
Moses buried him in the sand, then fled.
(Every ****** son of Adam bleeds out red.)
Midian offered shelter to the killer.
I hope you like my prefatory filler . . .

Remember in the desert how the tribes
Put up with Moses’ scolding diatribes,
Yet quickly fell for Aaron’s baby bull?
They paid for it, the half and then in full
By wandering around for forty years
And drinking bitter waters (Moses’ tears).
They even whined about his sultry bride;
Not Zipporah—his later, darker ride.
Let Ethiopia rise. She still is blameless
And Moses’ second wife here lauded nameless.

Discerning Israel means: there once were slaves.
Egyptians know the God of Hebrews saves.
Yehudah is no more the chosen clan
Than Joseph is old Pharaoh’s right-hand man.
And who is freed from *******, and who’s not
Should make us pause—observe . . . then think a lot.

Some tribes are pale-faced, others darker still.
And none can claim to grasp God’s perfect will.
Let **** haters rise—and leave the room.
Black racists too, be gone; and I’ll resume
My question: who’s oppressed, and who’s a grifter . . .
And how a curse descends, and what’s the lifter.
Perhaps you are a Hebrew . . . yet, some curse
Is evident in how you make things worse
By raging over long-past wrongs and rights
(Passive-aggressive lovers’ quarrel with whites…)
While Indo-Europeans watch the fun,
All Asia sighs, and prays God’s will be done.

Noah’s second grandson, Canaanite cow,
Oh golden calf, toward whom we’re forced to bow,
You sure can DANCE, and jump, and chant bad rhymes,
Cashing that blank check for slavery’s crimes.
The state commemorates your orator;
Content of character must come later (?)
You crack us up. Pure abomination
Promoted as artistic creation.
Your tag, your name—like ***** sprayed on walls.
Your neighborhood? Wherever garbage falls.
You’re born in freedom. Now you sample beats
Enslaved to violent nonsense in the streets.
That silly slang, new sneakers, dumb fashions
Showcase well your underlying passions.
Egypt’s kings? More like bad dangerous clowns
Revealing thuggish souls in sullen frowns;
Slurring unintelligibly your words
Which leave your lips like Lucifer’s own turds.
You’re laughable in your provocation;
Begging us to adulate your nation.
We must (MUST we?) celebrate your culture
And venerate what spawns from sinful nature.

You say you have it bad, you’re still enchained;
The Civil War unfought and and nothing gained . . .
You claim to be oppressed this day and age?
It seems you’re just excusing childish rage.
Go liberate yourself then, loudmouth slave.
Prove to the world that JESUS cannot SAVE.

Victims exist, others play the Race Card,
And seek a foe to blame when life gets hard.
Or worse: demand race-based reparations
Lining bank accounts with their frustrations.
Such money has been ransomed, in the form
Of public schools and welfare. Bring your storm
Of virtue-signal cries that I’m a bigot;
But spades will be called in spades—so DIG it:
Hope you can keep those Liberals on your side,
To con them as you take them for a ride.
Don’t compromise their cluelessness. Stay woke
To keep us laughing at your ethnic joke:
Ratcheting up the destructive drama.
Hate this whiteness? My reply: Yo’ mama.
For any son can knock up any daughter
Regardless of the racial myths they taught her;
We are one species. Sorry, but it’s true.
(Wish it were not, observing some of you…)

Muse of mine, Kushitic damsel, don’t leave.
You’ve heard me out thus far. I still believe
That there’s a remnant of Man’s fallen race
Who yet can be restored by God’s own grace
Regardless of their smarts, or style, or hue.
Fear GOD and live . . . for such were some of you.

— The End —