Disempower

Disempowerment

‘Twill be pain that wakes him from his slumber

Prodding done by the truth for reality’s sake

Lost in the lying fog so liberally encumbered

His evil heart will soon feel the ache

‘Twill be the tea that covers his liberal carcass

With the cruel flames of fire from truthful lips

Never before has there been a lashing so grievous

As millions of truth arrows strike with golden tips

‘Twill be in the shadows he’ll lurk with his mourners

Huge haunting fears that are out of control

Forcing him back into his evil cowardly corner

Where first he felt the hatred in his liberal soul

‘Twill be in the midst of his deepest darkest hours

Lashing out with hate from his heart so black

He’ll fall, broken and whimpering, disempowered

As he watches the truth fill every crack

‘Twill be the light and laughter of delight

Not the change embraced that he couldn’t sing

‘Twill be the Chosen One’s most important right

The right to be kicked out as lord and king

In Disgust

Disgust

He stands there in disgust

Wallowing in hate

Paining over the liberal bust

What a terrible fate

He lied and ranted free

Until the end, no more

Painful it must be

Reading poetry with an easy score

Beaten down but liberally strong

Inside him, his value sinks

Now more than ever wrong

Funny how the brain thinks

Emotions used to protect

Truth never allowed in his brain

Facts and evidence he would reject

Violent hate so deeply engrained

Able to give but never debate

How true the second describes

Held hostage by the hate

Manipulated by the liberal bribes

He of the shifting liberal sand

Of criminal relief for pain and despair

His lies and fantasies still stand

In plain sight out in the open air

How could his brain let him walk

Upon the ground and lush terrain

Powered only by illogical talk

One would think his body would refrain

His essence is of human shame

Greed and corruption in the noonday sun

It is he alone that we can blame

For after all, he is the Chosen One

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

Destruction

The Liberal Destruction

Liberals open their veins of hate
Quickly adding vitriol to the mix
Again we see liberals and their fate
Transparent in their evil liberal tricks

Destructive in fracturing the economy
As they embrace the socialist way
Lacking intelligence and respect for liberty
And looking for excuses each day

Hate pumps blood into their eyes
Lying, cheating and corruption galore
Ending it all when caught in their lies
Then starting up the whole mess once more

Jumping through hoops when proven wrong
Liberal emotions rising hotter than the sun
Like elites working their power to prolong
Whining and howling, knowing the end has begun

Like boils that develop from a putrid disease
They offer nothing good or sensible
Make-believe greatness in their desire to appease
The evil for each liberal - incomprehensible

Burning up with hate as common cowards
While playing the game the only way they can
Knowing their lies pull us all downwards
As they think their philosophy is so grand

Hate destroys the liberal fool
Storming through a brainless mind
Looking to try to save their crown jewel
Causing the corruption they now have defined

A million thoughts cannot portray the results
From the utter disgust these fools bring
Whining about things they once used for insults
Turned on them as facts that hurt and sting

Liberals open their veins of hate
Guaranteeing they soon will meet their fate

Zero!

In the White House, with knowing eyes

The Zero and his fools lay

He was born abroad, in liberal guise

Into the liberal socialist way

He made many a feast and partied fast

Crowned by his minions with powers

That he thought were his at long last

Ahh, an ode to the witching hours

The brooding doubters no awe beheld

This brilliant zero of the world

The doubters swelled and swelled

And on his head all hurled

His minions all bowed before his past

In patience, but without disdain

They let his thugs corruption cast

And kissed the zero’s hand again

So well he spoke, the morning broke

Across the liberal way

A destructive hate again awoke

And filled his goal each day

“Poor land,” cried zero, “so deep accurst

That ruined our lives so fair

From Carter comes the label worst

Go peasants and see if I even care”

He heard the sound of America’s best

With words and truth arrayed

He felt a fear rise inside his breast

But he ignored it and the lies he made

He closed his zipper and made a decree

As he walked to the window round

“Death to anyone who refuses to follow me,”

Said zero, as he rubbed his imperial crown

He fired his czars, he stomped the ground

His henchmen could not please

He tore his hair trying to shut out the sound

Of the flowing tea which he could not appease

With hate-filled eyes and arrogance beyond relief

He attacked the tea and those who dared drink

With bitter strife of a zero in purpose and belief

He launched an ad that proved his agendas stink

In autumn time when leaves blow down

And tears wash across his zero sum face

The pain he’ll feel from hearing the sound

Of citizens drinking tea in every place

Look Into My Eyes

Look into my eyes and all your worries will be dispelled

And with that look you will feel all your fears are quelled

What you see is a reflection of your love for me

Look, look and I will take care of your personal liberty

Looking into my eyes is like gazing into the divine

I know your heart yearns to look and that is fine

When you follow my path of social justice so bright

There will come into your heart a bright shining light

Looking into my eyes you will see the greatness of my heart

All the things you need to know and live I soon will impart

In my eyes are all of your hopes, dreams and wishes too

It is your heart’s desire and you know for you it’s all true

Look into my eyes and pay no attention to your economic fate

It is only an illusion brought to you by the those whom we hate

Never mind what people say about my foreign policy design

I do not allow the enemy to look into these great eyes that shine

Do not look away and listen to those who dare disagree

You must know that my eyes cannot lie for I am divinity

You will find happiness and true love if you will vote for me

Trust me now and in November again you will see

The Long Vacation

Another vacation to Martha’s Vineyard

Whilst the rest of us struggle to pay our bills

Here he does not have to play his race card

Or prove once again he has no skills

Another vacation as his polls head south

Got to take a vacation to save some face

Also important to remove foot from mouth

Got to get things together to slow his disgrace

Another vacation, what? eighth one this year

Bush vacations, hey, wasn’t that a subject

The liberals yelled for all of us to hear

But then a liberal vacation is always correct

Another vacation for Michelle, heaven forbid

But didn’t she just come from Spain

Spending millions in beautiful Madrid

Laughing at citizens in our economic pain

Another vacation to prove he is the worst

The evidence is mounting to the sky

As we watch the liberal agenda burst

Proves once again that liberalism is a lie

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.

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

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

A Baboon’s Song

It’s been a long time
a good line you’ve sent
just send out a rhyme
or simply repent

It’s twelve minutes past eight
on a Sunday afternoon
I expect you’ll create
lies for your baboon

As the sun slowly dies
and the darkness nears
I reminisce in lies
you’ve told through the years

So here I sit waiting
so strong and so brave
to read all the hating
from a fool and a knave

Yes somewhere in distance
hanging from a lib tree
a baboon sings assistance
while hating us free

He’s a toy sock baboon
with a soul full of stains
crying the hate tune
without any brains

He looks like a chimp
and acts like a whore
sounding as a pimp
when libs ask for more

Imprisoned by his hate
and his radical past
Obama’s dream fate
in November dashed

Yes somewhere in distance
hate-filled to the bone
he’ll get the real chance
to lie all alone

Comeuppance

You could hear his screech when he found what’s true
coming from the top of lungs right on cue.
You could see his face darken with fear,
the truth comes home hard when it’s not been near.
A putred smell now clings to the air
lying does that to one who doesn’t care.
The lies he told are now public domain,
revealing the hate of the liberal campaign.
The statements he made collapsed as fake,
just a bunch of lies for hatred’s sake.
A fool and a knave he lived as a podunk,
breathing in hate and spewing out bunk.
A liberal life he lived without care
until the truth came in and gave him a scare.

A normal man would change his way
but the liberal way means he’s in disarray.
He cried out loud ‘til his eyes were red,
then he said he didn’t care what the truth just said.
His liberal thoughts strayed back to his youth
when the things he was taught came from the truth.
His college days brought the hate and the strife
against the country that had given him life.
His teachers all told him that America was evil,
a boiling cauldron of capitalist primeval.
He loved the words of these hate-filled cranks,
bought them, believed them and then said thanks.
Instead of the truth he now had lies
based on Marx’s words of disguise.

Faced with the truth since he was a boy,
he rejected it outright and then tried to destroy.
But the truth is the truth and it stuck around
ripping to shreds his lies so profound.
A liberal’s a liberal and lies are his game,
truth is rejected and replaced with shame.
He now has to lie to himself as well
for the truth he’s destroyed in his personal hell.
He spins all the words to fit what he knows,
hating all others who dare to oppose.
In nervous fright we see him shake
once again bitten by the truthful snake.
He lies to himself and says it’s not true,
getting his comeuppance that is long overdue.

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.

Burning Hot

blackened heart in a disgraced chest
beating slow with lies obsessed
integrity lost in liar’s shame
drowning out truth’s bright flame

your dirty lips claim full support
to rapist acts in Clinton’s court
a liberal’s hate and actions past
requires not you to make contrast

the ears of those who know what’s right
are burning hot from the words you recite

the truth once stood tall in the liberal vase
your testament proves your disgrace
the vase is broken crushed with hate
in the hate-filled world you want to create

my heart is sad to see you hold
this ugly hate and the cowardice cold
you’ve stated clearly that words are vile
while evil actions you meet with a smile

you call me names for words that are used
but justify actions on women abused
you voted for these actions done
yet claim you didn’t, so run, liberal, run

one-sided logic was the risk that I took
you proved me right with your vacant look
I sent you issues, concepts argued
but stone cold silence was what you pursued

the ears of those who know what’s right
are burning hot from the words you recite

Join Our Troop

Let’s hug us a hate-filled bomber
To protect us from the liars’ somber
A hug of love from our lib’ral souls
To insure we won’t be full of holes

I’ll give you a jacket to wear
A bomb so free of care
We’ll help blow up the USA
Let’s do it, what do you say

I’ll give you a car bomb
Don’t sweat, be calm
Just explode it on a crowded street
A street where all those infidels meet

I’ll give you a savage war
Where infidels live, a place we abhor
In the land of the great satan
Killing anyone American

I’ll give you a hundred great dhimmi years
All I need are some volunteers
A couple of hundred with nerves of steel
Driving around shooting from an automobile

Virgins and pleasure await your success
By doing the killing to excess
Come now and join our troop
Become just another liberal dupe

Cooing Lies

I read your lib’ral lies each night
Of evil Bush fanned by dhimmi fright;
Of made-up smears, no facts to show,
But endless words we both know
Are lies of hate born inside Satan’s storm.
A place to keep your soul so warm;
With Hillary cooing lies of hate;
Grabbing money, the most corrupt to date.
Her eyes are rapt with evil shine.
She hopes to rule as one divine,
And send the ones who know her well
Back to her home in the depths of hell!

The Final Goal

Lying eyes,
     Long nose;
Ego size,
     Always shows;

              All crooks,
                Lotsa noise;
              Proven schnooks,
                  Truth destroys;

            Bush rages,
                 Off the charts;
            Never engages,
                 Lack hearts;

            Hating troops,
Bring’em back;
            Murtha oops;
What a hack!

            Telling lies
                 All the time;
            Deep sighs,
                 Send more slime.

            Bribes for you,
                Liberal way;
            For a few
                 They all betray;

            Never wrong,
                 Rationalize,
           Same old song,
                 Full of lies.

            New ideas,
                 Never does;
            Don’t quiz,
                 Just because;

            Democracy,
Scorn and slime;
            Hypocrisy,
            Every time;

            Folded hands,
                 Phony prayers,
            Understands
            Not, nor cares;

            Thinks it great,
                 Smiles away;
            To really hate
                Bush each day!

            Blood-soaked whites,
                 Clinic trash;
            Abortion rights?
            Balderdash!

            The final goal,
                 As you see;
            A dhimmi’s role
                It’s not for me!