Fleebaggers Hiding

Fleebaggers

Worshipping the fleebaggers and their brilliant brains

Admiring these fleebaggers with passion of the insane

When questioned he declares their greatness bravely

Feeding the inner soul as those who feed idolatry

Hate-induced words from his soul he can’t abstain

Unabashed liberalism is the core of his praise

Fleebagger songs are replete with embryonic malaise

Exalting fools around them all with smiles so grim

With his brilliant brain, his inner soul worships them

His predictions are said with profound disdain

His knowledge of politics and life is so urbane

No one would dare question an inner soul so rife

With the natural proclivity to cause so much strife

Worshiping the fleebaggers and their brilliant brains

The Never Ending Fantasy

The Never Ending Fantasy

And once upon the never ending lie

As Little Dhimmi lived in his fantasy

The never ending lie sought no reply

But couldn’t stop the coming tsunami

The truth’s blinding light of the purest white

Shatters his soul and the never ending lie

As he now walks in the darkness of the night

His liberal fantasy still circles in the sky

Deceptions abound but his eyes can only see

A world of fantasy in the murky view

His blindness reaches way beyond eternity

Using words to rationalize away what is true

The Chosen One came one day

Exchanged the fantasy for a promised reality

Instead of a reality he stole everything away

Little Dhimmi lies face up covered with a tsunami

Easy To Deny

You said the lie, oh so quick,
Hateful, ugly but not a surprise,
I saw right away that you were sick,
Then, that hate-filled lie did arise.

Your belief in the lie was so strong,
You claimed the truth for which you love.
I wondered if you knew you were wrong,
But then you shouted with a figurative shove.

I know you’re wrong, the truth not near,
To say the lie as if you were the ONE.
Sometimes your ignorance, I say with a tear,
Knowing full well the hateful words will come.

It really was a lie, you ignorant podunk,
The longer you believe, repeating the lie
The wider the door for which you have sunk,
And the easier it is for you to deny.

Your Place Of Anger

Liars have spoken their lying words to you.
Obama has whispered his words renown.
We now stand among the liberals who
Do hourly pray for the U.S. to fall down.
You, so typical, have never the truth tried
Living in lies with values of America unaware.
But now down the road of destruction you side
Not with the truth but with the liars steadfast there.


It looks like in the liberal hate-filled land
The truth has been lost, no where to go.
Downward, toward Satan, to be his right hand,
Where your lies will float and gain a new glow.
A place of anger, lies, hoping to expand.
Truth! You do not see and you do not know.

Your Fear Of Truth Is Real Fear

Your fear of truth is real fear:
admission of ones own lies
thrust upon those who hear
and believe evil with a cheer

The final curtain comes down hard
on a soul ravished by deceit
darkened heart of veins ripped and scarred
by the act of being a liar, coward and cheat

Your fear of truth is real fear:
climaxing in time when you must face
your life opposed to an honest career
loving the hate with a firm embrace

That climax when the truth shows to the world
all the lies and wasted values you proclaimed
not once, not twice, but daily your epitaphs hurled
at all those you hated and all those you blamed

Your fear of truth is real fear:
The simple proof adds to the scare
for in it you see the lies you hold so dear
Battered and cracked by your acts of despair

Your despair comes natural for those who think
they are superior to those whom they oppose
cold stare of hate, no love, no blink
translated into a pesticide of hate-filled prose

You fear it. You turn away, hands up, palms out
fighting against that moment of proof, for truth
the coming prolonged look of dismay, fully in doubt
on the edge of something that’s beyond your wasted youth

The end is near as you take the truth’s full force
Like a bullet shot to your empty skull
A shattered life of lies mirrored without remorse
Onto a brain that in the end is proven quite dull

The Depths of Hate

No greater hate can one find
than in the depths of the liberal mind
A soul so twisted with hate each night
a nightmare image transfixed in fright

The liberal hate blots out the right
to speak the truth and join the fight
His heart is blackened from sinful pain
of accepting lies again and again

Whose hateful lies blasted those
who stood their ground against such prose
Strong soldiers in a world away
that do the deeds that will win the day
 
Whose evil and cold heart so dark
slammed anyone who’d dare remark
how cowards blessed the enemy
with loving songs of sympathy

Who tried to prove he’s always right
with empty words of liberal spite
then turn around in silence cold
and make the stone in his mouth gold

Covered In Mirth

No truth in you,
From the day of your birth.
You’re an awkward view,
Covered in mirth.

Terrible and instinctive,
Truth cuts your soul,
As your fear becomes reactive.
Crouching low, out of control.

We both know it well.
There’s a name for it,
Anyone can spell.
But you won’t admit.
This is the evil you transmit
The cold stone silence of hell!

Like the mushrooms in the darkened night,
Where the liars swing with shear delight,
And the worms of distrust build their home
On the liberal words of shining chrome.
Thus the truth abides not with you
Nor with those who share your view.

A Political Display

The sun sinks low and trails the evening light
Rapidly the dark covers the mountain peaks
Words of rapture captured on paper the sun’s flight
But no words can capture the shadow as it speaks

Words are vacant sounds made with tongue in cheek
As the slate-gray clouds rise before the sunken sun
So, too, the words rise above the poet’s physique
Words meaningless as the sounds of the things undone

A man sits with his wife and uses a word you do not approve
But who are you to tell us what or what not to say
The word, if said, is his and hers for them not you to remove
Offense for you is nothing but a club, a political display

Your friendly Bill speaks not a word as he rapes and gropes
Ah, but that is fine, you say with your liberal smile
Words cause damage far beyond rape done to female dopes
No women raped is as damaging as with these words so vile

Words are dangerous and one should rebuke
When words offend your weak strained ears
The liberal way makes real men want to puke
And to stomp upon the liberal’s rear

I sit here wondering at the damage rape does cause
Compared to those offending words you scream about
I doubt for you that this damage gives you pause
And as usual the words of truth makes you pout

The Liberal Wrong Facade

The lies upon his shoulders stood
ugly smears at all times there
from darkened heart to brain of mud
the liar’s soul lay raw and bare

For hate did split his mind not good
the evil lurked in soul’s dark place
spewed forth the lies he understood
from liberal desires not God’s grace

He repeated words from the liberal line
until he believed them too
but never did he find the spine
to read the truth, another view

The dream had become his oath
in the mirror of his brain
a dream of harmony and growth
but bruised by lies so plain

Then, one cold, frosty morning
in the shadow of his hate
he saw the picture, a dark warning
of the future and his fate
 
Satan owns this worldly sphere
from the beginning, an act of God
and any dream to make it dear
is but a liberal wrong facade
 
The lies upon his shoulders stood
ugly smears at all times there
from darkened heart to brain of mud
the liar’s soul lay raw and bare
 
He saw the works of Satan clear
he felt the hate within his seams
in this, the world he yearned to steer
lives the lies of liberals and their schemes
 
He stepped and spluttered back to see
the door fling wide from destiny
his eyes on truth so obvious, he
strained to look, to do, to be.
 
His mouth the lies unleashed
his soul thus drowned; a flying dove
swept down from heaven like a feast
as ravenous hate destroyed the dove
 
He dreamed the dreams of hateful fear
as icy claws of truth closed in
around his heart he felt death near
a life thus ended by the liar’s sin

Liar’s Irony

Upon the email screen, irony beckoned
in lies’ pure evil dark: a light
of humor rippled stream of conscious flight,
making me laugh if but for a second.

Flashed by liberal lies at once absurd but reckoned,
silly feeble thoughts combined with truthful fright
and lost forever - reality in darkened sight;
the lies remain, even as the soul is quickened.

Lies and hate find will to persevere,
so irony endured will soon endear

You, liar of the irony, to Clinton’s past,
rapist. In joyful depths you’ve shed no tear
for women’s debasement, in liberal acts so near,
void of passion, find your liar’s irony at last.