MobiriseYou fools you!
You deficient imbecile fools, you!
How vain of you to think that I am dead.
To think that you can cease me—
out of this existence forever!
I have merely been in hiding...
Preparing for my last perverted attack,
attack, attack!
Upon the people of the Republic,
and the people of the world.
Now, I shall call a World Alert,
Alert, Alert!
For everyone—
“Go Back and Build in Your Native Land!”
Your Blood Soil needs you!
Go now!
Uproot that bad seed, and replete a good.
For I now envision world disturbance and strife,
as a hopeless endeavor.
The amount of land,
that man has fought and battled—
so dexterously for hundreds of years,
has now been used for,
imperialistic graveyards!
So, go now!
And, speak your mind!
That, is the only way,
to express what is, and is not important.
For the human mind, is a mind…
within a mind.
Anti-foreignism,
is to be your mind, to abolish—
world disturbance and strife.
That, which is a step,
to begin through logical outcome!
Now, I shall take a departing step back,
once again.
Which is to say good bye.
That is only to merely to say “Good night”!
Which is to say “Good night”!
Hell Hitler!!
Written by Paget Jones
I am a flamebearer and a spiritualist.
Hitler’s spirit came to me in my sleep
whilst I was dreaming. He relayed this
message to me. He was atoning. I believe
he wanted to amend his ways, and had
a change of mind about his belief.
(I remember as he was speaking, he was
frothing at the mouth.) He wanted the world to see
him as a better human being.
Now, I am relaying and revealing this
message to the world.
(I used the “Free Verse” poetry scheme.)
Something for a purpose
Times on an eternal string!
Sharing gifted commodes
From years to years of
Sacrificial dreams!
Given capability ascend into
Thine Own churn, churn high
Churn low, churn round
Churn slow.
For certain for certain.
From dust thou art,
And unto dust thou shalt return.
As preparation continues on times
Duration, rementing can be
A tumult thunderbolt
Laying to rest
On the blue feather
Of an innocent flames chest.
So cry out a censuring tear!
And don't forgive for who is to
Naively preconceive...
The judge that judges
So shall he to be judged.
And don't forshame, oh no please!
Don't forshame thy misfitness.
Transgression will lift high, high -
High, her head, choking, choking
Choking all the way down...
To darken her last claim.
Yet still in the dark what will
Continue to remain is you.
You my lovely serene and unashamed.
So strengthen and glorify the beauty.
Make it loud and make it proud.
For you will be man's generational carrier
Of this secret love ... bird flame.
Written by Paget Jones
Email: powercafe@aol.com
Address:
Birdflame Inc.
1831 Madison Avenue, Suite 1D
New York, NY 10035
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