Arrested, for, PROTESTING, P-E-A-C-E-F-U-L-L-Y…

And no, this ain’t NOTHING like that song by Brooks & Dunn neither(a TRIPLE NEGATIVE this time!!!)…

here’s the song I’m talking about, off of YouTube…

and this is NOTHING like it!

Only in AMERICA, where the WARS of, encouraged, after all, so long as the world fighting, and WE keep on, providing the WEAPONS to both sides, who CARES?  I mean, either way, we’re, making it rich, as the number ONE arms’ dealer in the world.

Only in AMERICA, where the students get arrested, for peacefully protesting, the country’s position in the world conditions.  Only in AMERICA, we’re, NOT allowed, to EXPRESS our upset toward the government that RUINS our lives, we can only, suffer in, silence (welcome to the CLUB, “honey”!!!).

Only in AMERICA, there’s, this war that the U.S. choose NOT to, INSERT itself into, instead, it continually selling the WEAPONS to both sides, and, WHO CARES how many dies, so long, as we keep on, making the money from selling these, machine guns, these, nuclear WARHEADS to the cause of wars…

Only in AMERICA, what IS, America anyways?  It’d, started out, as a, FREE place, where those, settlers came, to escape religious persecution, and look at it now…

and they call us, bad??? Photo from online

How OPEN, do YOU think, the AMERICAN public is, toward, those who don’t share their, beliefs???  I means, sure, yeah, there are, so many cathedrals, temples, mosques, and whatever ELSE there may be, in all the cities across, the Good Ol’ Glory, but if you’re NOT of primarily Christian belief (believer of CHRIST!!!), then, we don’t care about you.

That, is the HYPOCRISY that is truly, the United States…

And yes, I am still, a god DAMN U.S. citizen here, got naturalized (meaning that I took the @#$%ING citizenship exam, and got “Sworn  in”, before a judge, yada, yada, yada!)

The Ghost that Painted This, House…

Our home had become, haunted, see those, palm prints on the walls?  Or those, footprints, all over, the floors, and, don’t forget, those “things” that go BUMP in the nights when we try and fall, asleep…

The ghost that painted this, house, this is, a haunted home, with the memories of you, of me, of the two of us, and, the things  (living and non) that we’d come to share, and now, suddenly, it’s all, DEAD!

like, this…photo from online

No wonder, that it’s now, haunting this, house, I mean, if you get KILLED, with no reasons at all, wouldn’t you want to, come back, with a STRONGER form of, anger, and ASK W-H-Y???  That would be, the “formation” of those, poltergeist (don’t you know it!!!).

The ghost that painted this house, into this, dark, melancholic, haunting, shade, keeping all who might be prospects of ownership, away, and, we are, TRAPPED here, until the house gets, sold…………

The ghost that painted this house, we should, EXORCISIZE it, but, a certified (yeah, certifiably, NUTS!!!) priest, is hard to find these days, just like a good love, or anything, basically, with the costs of everything (gas, utilities, etc., etc., etc., etc.), getting higher, higher, and higher.

the writings of things on the walls inside…not as artistic, of course, but maybe, darker??? Photo from online

We are, totally, STUCK!!!

I’ll Marry You WHEN You, Grow, Up

Wendy is going, fishing…

TACKLE (Check!), BAIT (Check!), and finally, the H-O-O-K (not that captain but the real thing!  Check!)…

I’ll marry you, WHEN you, grow up, that was Wendy’s response when Peter got DOWN on his knees (still too pathetic!)…

I’ll marry you when you grow up, sure, but, you will, NEVER grow up, because you’re always going to be that Little BOY without a MOMMY!  And frankly, this “Spring Chicken” ain’t getting NO younger (and you DO realize, who a woman’s youth is, limited, right???)…

this was, fun, when she was young, sure…from online

I’d met you when I was in my younger years, and, I’m now, in my, twenties (I’m guessing???), and, through the years we’d known each other (thanks, for that trip to Neverland, man, from when I was a young child…), you still, hadn’t grown up one bit, still fly around all over, refused to, settle yourself back down, and what’s worse, you’re, the RING leader of that GANG of, lost boys who’d, become, totally, OUT of CONTROL too!

And, how can I, marry someone like that, huh?  I want the stability of a FAMILY life, and, that’s NOT what you had to offer, as I’d already, experienced it in Neverland, remember, from when I too, was once, a young child, long, long, long ago?

getting STUCK in his childhood! Sketch from online

And so, sorry, man, I’m REJECTING your proposal to marry me, besides, I got enough ASSES I needed to wipe, since mother died, I’m become, in charge of Mr. Darling (dear old dad), my three (was it now???) younger brothers, cooked, cleaned for all of us, taking care of the household, and I got enough ASSES I have to wipe, not counting you and your, lost, boys……

So no, that’s, a REJECTION on Wendy’s part here.

The Bed of Feathers I’d, Falsely, Promised to You

I’d, intended to give you that bed of feathers you can lie your body down at night to sleep, it’s just, that life didn’t, work out as I’d, planned…

The bed of feathers I’d, falsely, promised to you, I actually thought that I would be, capable, able-bodied enough, to provide for you, love, but, I’d, overestimated, my own, self, didn’t know how I measure up against, this big old world, so, the promise I’d made, became, a L-I-E.

how it all, began…photo from online

But you can’t blame me for not trying, hard enough, to give you, everything you’d, ever longed for, for you are, my one and only, true, love, and I had done, everything I possibly can, to make and keep you, happy, it’s just, that the reality of things, it usually, don’t work out, that way is all.

The bed of feathers I’d, falsely, promised to you, it may not have, started out, as a false promise, but now, it’s, a L-I-E.  For I know NOW, that I’m not as, capable as, I imagined myself to be, worked in this, DEAD-END job for………uh, how many years again?  And I’m still, going, NOWHERE F-A-S-T, spinning around all day, long.

The bed of feathers I’d, falsely, promised to you, well, it’d turned into, a TOTAL B-U-S-T.  And, you were too foolish to trust in me, and, that, is the ONLY thing I’m guilty of, for misleading you, to trust me, as for the rest, none of it, is, my, fault…

Things just, happened, honey…………

Be, Thinner, the Magic Mirror Told the Evil Queen…

Wait, you DO realize, how this is an AGING woman, in her, what???  FIFTIES (right???), as Snow got to her, early twenties (maybe???)…

Be thinner, the Magic Mirror told the Evil Queen.  You want to be the “fairest of ‘em all”, don’t you???  Yes I do!

But, at what costs?  Murder?  That did NOT work, ‘cuz, Snow White’s, run away, with her Prince, living in HIS father’s kingdom (‘cuz that ASS still ain’t GROWN up enough to inherit the throne yet!).

from this…illustration from online

The Evil Queen was, NEVER on the, FAT side, I mean, in her teens, she may have been, a bit, chubby (and aren’t we all???), and, she’d, started, having that god DAMN mirror, that reflected what she is expected to be by the world outside, and yet, NOT once, did the mirror tell the TRUTH, like it was, supposed to…

Be, thinner, the Magic Mirror told the Queen, and the Queen fed to the ABUSE of the Magic Mirror of her, enabling it to control her more and more by the day, and the result of her, listening to the BAD advice of that god damn mirror, was that she’d, COMMITTED MURDER on her own, younger, and more beautiful (so???) STEPDAUGHTER, Snow!

And so, the Queen is with her ATTEMPTED murder of Snow pending on TRIAL, she’s now, troubled by the advice of that god damn mirror she’d, sought advice from, “Be thinner, and you’ll, be your parents’ favorite”, but I wasn’t, I was, the unwanted, the unloved, and, no matter how I’d, changed my exterior, it’s not as if, I got that, Time Machine made by Wells, to take me back in time, to MAKE my parents, love me!

to this! illustration from online

And the EVIL QUEEN’s pursuit of becoming the MOST beautiful of them all, was still, not her own idea, it was from the INFERIORITY COMPLEX that she’d “acquired”, from being raised by AWFUL parents, who couldn’t, love this, baby as IS…

Blanketed by a Labyrinth

The path that I got lost on now, covered me up…

Blanketed by a labyrinth, and it’s like getting caught, in that messy ball of yarn, the more I’d, wanted to break through it, the more entangled I’d become in it.

Blanketed by a labyrinth, I’d, let its walls, overcome me, and I was, buried.  Blanked by a labyrinth, there’s, no way out, I can’t find that, exit in the center, or was it on one of the, eight corners (the N, S, E, W, SW, SE, NE, NW), I can’t, tell anymore.

lost in something like, this…with NO way out! Photo from online

Blanketed by a labyrinth, if I don’t make it out before light fades, I will, NEVER make it out, because, there’s, NO such thing as tomorrow, or the daylight.  Blanked by a labyrinth, I’d, carried these, heavy walls on my back, they’d, CRUSHED me, until, I’d become, like ground coffee, nothing but dusts to be, swept away off of the floors………….

The Songs of His, Desires…

His longings for her, became, like that tune on TikTok, he can’t, turn it off, no matter how hard, he’d, tried, like that song that got, STUCK, ETCHED into his head…

The songs of his, desires, he’d, dreamed about her day and night, longed to put his arms around her tiny waist, imagined her tiptoeing, tripping over her small feet (yeah, uh, get REAL, feet-binding, same as CLITORODECTOMY, are both, VIOLATIONS of the RIGHTS of the female bodies!!!).

and, here’s that, symphony of SILENCE by John Cage from YouTube

The songs of his, desires, he couldn’t, tune them out, ever since she’d left, he’d longed for, like never before, and it never occurred to him, how awful he was to her when she was still with him (“I’m with STUPID NO MORE!!!”).  The songs of his, desires, it’s all sexual with him, he’d, craved her body more than her mind, longed to suck on her breasts (‘cuz, he was NOT breastfed long enough by HIS own mother when he was in his INFANCY years!!!).

The songs of his, desires, yeah, that “symphony” (and to think it’d lasted a WHOLE FUCKING F-O-U-R movements too!) is finally, over, and what replaced the music to his ears was, the 3’44 by JOHN CASH.  The songs of his, desires, well, they’re NO more, all he hears now, is the regrets, breaking his heart into, bits and, pieces, and he’ll be, enjoying the pieces of his broken heart (and no, she’s still NOT cutting that up into, smaller, more digestible pieces FOR him!)…

Now, DINNER SERVICE is, officially O-V-E-R!

Our Hearts, Exchanged Their, Lies…

As we’d, intertwined (don’t EVEN, you LOSERS!!!), in our physical, forms, our hearts, exchanged their, lies…

Our hearts, exchanged their, lies, what was once yours, became mine, and what was, once, mine, was then (past tense!), yours.

Our hearts, exchanged their, lies, not knowing, that the lies that we’d lived on independently from before, were, almost, exactly, identical.  So, imagine MY surprise, as I’d found my own lies, tangled into, yours, and I’d, mistaken those that belonged to you, as, my, own.

as this continues, there will be, a HUGE, M-E-S-S for sure!!! Illustration from online

Our hearts, exchanged their, lies, and, the hearts, despite everything, they’d, longed to be with, each other, and, maybe, my body too (are you FUCKING shitting me here???), but my mind, and my soul, (that’s now, TWO out of a total, of FOUR, FIFTY-PERCENT of the “votes”, but still NOT the “majority” of MY, “population” though…), neither one of those parts, wanted anything to do with you.

So yeah, I’d, left my heart behind, as it’d, continued engaging in that, LIARS’ exchange, with your heart too.

And, the thing about living without MY heart is, that I’m actually, a HELL of a L-O-T, better these days, without that USED up, STUPID heart of mine, getting in the way of, what my MIND knows is, right!

Without Song

Like the, Little Mermaid???

Without song, his spirits will never get, lifted up again, and, that’s, his, vice.  Without song, that, is what he was, left, with now, after that final note came out, and dropped.

Without song, there’s, no a single note left in his voice, not anymore, he’d, sung, all, out, and now, there’s no happiness, only, sorrows from losing his, song, he doesn’t know how to, find back what he’d, lost, especially, when he didn’t even recall, when or where he’d, lost it!

and, here’s that piece of, nothing but, rests…off of YouTube

Without song, how will we all, live?  I mean, songs are, what’s, absolutely, necessary, can you imagine, living in a world, without any sound?  Like a, deaf person?  How horrible that must, be!

Without song, that, is how you will, forever be, you will, NEVER be happy again, for you’d, tried to, take that away from me, and now, I hold my own bliss in my arms’ embrace, and I shall, leave you, without…

Because, you DESERVE it!  You deserve a life without song, while I’ll always have, my songs, that I’m hearing, in my, ears (and no, that’s still NOT my AUDITORY HALLUCINATION, “acting up” either!!!).

The Result of Her Rape, Being, the ONLY Child She will, Ever, Have

How can this be, fair, huh???  It isn’t, and FATE surely THINK it’s funny, but it’s, actually way too, CRUEL!

The result of her rape, being the ONLY child she will, EVER, have, and she’d, looked, at him, with the rapist’s, bluer than blue eyes, of that night that, left her, broken…

She should’ve gotten aborted, I mean, the rest of the world would understand, WHY she’d wanted to kill IT (because the sex of the zygote was unknown then…), and she would’ve, only, only that she’d found out, too, late.

So she was, FORCED to, carry the SPAWN of SATAN, full-term, and she’d gone through, a whole of, more than twenty-FOUR hours of painful labor, for this SATANIC child to, come out of her.

The result of her rape, WAS, this only child she will, EVER, have, because, after she’d had him, she’d found herself a good man to marry, who loved her son, and her too, despite of her, past…she’d wanted to, give him an offspring, and no matter how hard they’d tried, they just, couldn’t, get pregnant.

Turned out the birthing of her first born son from rape, totally and completely, TRAUMATIZED her, causing her to become, infertile completely.

And now, this son of hers, whom her husband loved dearly, and was raising as his own, because of how much he loved his wife, is a reminder, of how she was, raped, and every time she’d looked at him, every time he’d called her mom, she’d felt, nauseated…

The result of her rape, being the ONLY child she will, EVER, have, and there’s no bargaining with God (‘cuz God’s PHONE had been DEAD, since that very night when she was, raped???), and, she’d hated her own young, despite knowing that she should, love him, unconditionally, because she is, his, mother…

But how can she, when he’d, taken away ALL the possibilities of happiness, she could’ve gotten, away???