Send An Email

Send an email
With words real

Say something other
Than how you feel

Create a vision from the truth
With logic thought

Sketch a picture not a lie
Not your DNC snot

Build a concept that
Does not lie

Sing a song so
Babes don’t die

Dance the dance of
A Christian soul

Give me truth and
not black coal


Make it right right
And not left wrong

Keep the faith
and keep it strong

Give me the beauty
Not leftist props

Don’t let ole’ Satan
Bust your chops

Pray the truth you can see
Don’t send me junk or bother me
For I am right and always free

Going Cold Silence

There once was a liberal who loved to hate,
Spewing forth hatred until very late.

So busy with hate, smears and such,
The truth it came but he did not touch.

When at his computer he often wrote,
Ugly, stupid lies to his brother remote.

When the truth came out, cold silence he’d go,
Hoping for more of that Obama glow.

His mouth was silence as he ran away
A man he wasn’t, that’s easy to say.

Outside in the dark as the truth he faced,
It’s a lie, it’s a lie, he loudly grimaced.

But the truth stood firmly against these lies,
As the liberal cried out his lies to revise.

As the liberal denied the lies that he’d spread,
A bolt of lightning hit him dead in the head.

The moral of this story as you already expect,
Is for liberals to stop lying and show truth respect.

On Digital Air

Your empty words float on digital air
Buoyed by hate, greed and lies so bad
All written with liberal smearing care
Proving once more your soul’s so sad

I write these words in the morning light
Singeing your hate with perfect bliss
Opening with truth your darkened night
One only a liberal would care to miss

At times I write in such a brilliant way
The truth now totally in control
Saying things I am forced to say
From way down deep inside my soul

My poems respond to your hate-filled heart
Sharing the truth with passionate grace
Of hard-core logic mixed with rhyming art
Truth right there in your podunk face

I write of things you know nothing about
Logical excursions of right and wrong
Of true love and respect you’re now without
In that club of silence you now belong

Hour by hour as time goes by
I write the truth to a brother lost
Since he never asks the reasons why
He’ll never understand the final cost

The liberal way is no way at all
Just fools wandering along a backward path
No reason, no rhyme, destined to fall
The fruit at the end is God’s holy wrath

Send Me

Tell me again how great your pen,
Articles sold and read by men.
Tell me again about your greatest ,
or was this just one of your latest?

Send me once again your brilliant prose,
Or are there problems trying to compose?
Show me I’m wrong in what I say,
Or put it off for another day

The trash you write you don’t remember.
What do you call it, The Audacity of Slumber?
Why not admit you can’t write a lick,
Except for liberals who are greedy and sick.

Write some prose without the smell

Of the liberal crap you’re trying to sell.
Convince me you’re not a brainless boob
Growing up as a podunk rube.

Send an email with logic verse
Not simpleton feelings or something worse
Give me sense that you’re educated and smart
with ideas that resound in an American’s heart

Visualize something more than hate.
Don’t send me rumors or things half-baked.
Present me with facts along with your lines,
Or admit you’re an idiot, a liberal with blinds.


Between Passion And Fashion

You follow a path that leads you through
lies and deceit where nothing is true.
Sacred hate alternates between passion
and a desire to follow the liberal fashion

Walking among the dying embers of a fire gone cold;
stepping over the bodies of the lies you’ve told;
believing your own filth as if it were true.
Now you’re adrift in a world gone askew

Theirs a fork up ahead where you could get off.
A great way to redemption but you’ll just scoff.
A liberal’s a waste of humanity’s flesh.
Proof once more - execute now and you know the rest.

The Foulest Fruit

Oh, liberal, you are the foulest fruit
No one dare to dispute
Your love of hate
And the lies you create

You make me sad, you make me old
A heart so cold
Liar for the Chosen One
You have yourself really outdone

I’m sure you’re happy in your lying scheme
The end of America it is your dream
These words I write are true
Hope they do offend you

Asleep With The Sheep

Are you using your brain or is it asleep?
Asleep? Well, do you mind if I awaken it?
Care for a little logical thought?
Or is it something you won’t admit?

Has your brain been asleep for long?
Seems its a bit muddled and drowsy right now.
Should I come back to show you the truth?
What! It’s something your brain won’t allow!

Have you been in this stupor before?
No, I never allow my brain to fall asleep.
Could I get you something to help you awake?
Seems kind of funny you being such a sheep.

Since you’re a liberal and sheep to boot,
How does it feel to be told what to say?
Your brain is a sleep and you are a sheep,
Seems kind of sad to live that way.

You sure are a dunce to believe what Obama says.
Is it because you’re a sheep or your sleeping brain?
Let’s sit down and see what the Chosen one said
Look at his speeches and the words they contain.

What did you say? Your brain is asleep and will not awake
You love being a sheep and believing in lies.
Yep, I do believe you are really a sheep on pills
A sheep is a sheep, this a liberal cannot disguise!