Shattered Dreams

His soul was torn and tattered
His face skewed up in hate
Each hateful dream and scheme shattered
By the truth that bore his fate
He lost the truth that mattered
While his soul was so desolate
His lies were still being scattered
By the minions he did create

A sour old man without a hope
He talked of hateful things to cope
With the truth that showed his sins
In the liberals’ garbage bins
His sleep was filled with nightmares
From his lies of world affairs
His heart was given long ago
To humanities’ greatest foe

Once given truth above it all
His pride bought the liberal lies
The hope he had for the final prize
Dimmed as he faced his final fall
A mind swamped with hate and bile
Became open to the the liberal way
There’s nothing wrong in wrong they say
As long as you’re not hostile

A man who doesn’t really care
About the truth of a liar’s hell
Will end up in the greatest despair
Living where good does not prevail
The hate and lies will become
Fuel feeding a remorseless bum
The hot fires burn for liar’s like him
So his fate looks mighty grim

The Demon

The demon in the liberal quickly gasped and spread the lies
As truth and honor disappeared in vapors in the morning skies
Yet the hate-filled demon could not break the one true noble heart
As he sat in the Oval Office changing the tone, truth to impart

Filled with determination, perseverance, and that which was true
He stood before the hate-filled demon with a smile he knew
Would infuriate the demon and take it beyond the rage of sanity
To the depths of evil malevolence in its lust for power and vanity

If Hitler once said that a lie told loud and long enough
Becomes the truth in the liberals with their brains of fluff
Then so too is truth only for those who are not filled with hate
Seeking not its light but looking for a way to this truth berate

To those of us who battle the demons in the liberal minions
May they continue to be guided by truth, not liars’ opinions
And may all the brave troops defending this truth across the land
Know we do humbly thank them for their selfless stand.
Without their powerful courage or their desire to be free
This country would be in the hands of a Muslim decree

Trivial Matters

You are a selfish kind of hater,
Always lying about those you hate.
Hating America makes you a traitor,
Living in the world you create.

I challenged you on the issues now,
But you ran away not slowly but fast.
You only discussed issues you allow;
So safe, so weak, but it won’t last.

I guess you can’t debate the lies you tell.
How can lies compete with what is true?
This explains why you run and yell
With your hands over your ears as well.

Over seven hundred thirty lies you’ve sent!
Funny how that number swells each passing day.
For each lie you tell, the further your descent.
In the end, you’ll be reminded of your evil way.

A lie has nothing to do with trivial matters.
Your lies both big and small have been recorded.
No remorse guarantees you a soul that shatters
On the burning lake as you are rewarded.

A Proverbial Bolt

There’ll never be a proverbial bolt from the blue
That strikes a liberal with the truth he should love.
We seekers of the truth from experience knew
A liberal lives lies, even when push comes to shove

I get the impression in the emails from you
That you’re set in your beliefs, damn what is true
You make me laugh when you refuse to view
Anything that may in your beliefs would screw

You think you are sensible, even that you are smart,
But when you a confronted with truth every day.
You rationalize and tell me from deep in your heart
You do not read truth if it counters your liberal way.

The last eight years have quickly gone by,
You’ve been wrong on all that you said.
Yet here you are, still trying to deny
The lies you have every day spread.

So I say again, no bolt from the blue
Will change liberals like you
You’ll change when you are through
Waiting in the final line for what’s due

The Messiah

Among the large and liberal crowd
With eyes of black and short dark hair
The messiah stood, surpassing proud
As the helpless lemmings he did ensnare

His smoothness could not be denied
So full of eloquent words in form
He pursed his lips of soft ebony hide
And then he smiled, a smile so warm

He felt the pride rise from in his soul
The pride of liberal remorseless sin
His eyes looked over the minions whole
Enraptured by his lies of spin
   
Beside him, money built up high
Illegal cash from commie friends
His soul was spent on this big try
An impossible task his lies to cleanse
 
With flowing lies of hate and greed
He moved among the crowds so near
To each he lied and tried to plead
Their votes. their votes so very dear

The time it passed and so so fast
The messiah fell upon his face
His words were proven lies at last
His hate grew stronger in disgrace
 
Iraq is lost we must get out
But Iraq was won despite his lies
He lied again and rushed about
We must we must help those guys
 
The messiah is slicker than ole Bill
His lies come out as gilded gold
The whole thing tends toward the surreal
The lies continue uncontrolled

The messiah blesses those who press
His palms with green and filthy lucre
The words of grace are to impress
The lemmings following the hustler

The messiah stated “I’m embarrassed”
About the language Americans speak
Go see him and listen to this linguist
No lemming dared to this fact critique

He worked for three years in his state
No one can state what he did
But ask his lemmings to a debate
They rant and rave, heaven forbid

He stated the war in Iraq was done
Al Qaeda beat us fair and square
We must admit defeat and run
Too bad, forgot the troops so rare

He claims he was a mighty professor
In Chicago, a brilliant mind
Yet he can give no scholarly assessor
To make the claim he’s such a find

The messiah said we all must learn
Spanish to visit with our southern guests
No Spanish word he speaks to earn
The right to speak of our transgress

He wants to be our personal redeemer
Forcing us out of our current plight
He’ll heal the planet as a dreamer
No one will ever want to fight

The messiah says he’ll never lie
A liberal full of love and joy
But if you dare to him deny
He’ll come to you and destroy

So now voter it’s time to decide
A messiah’s come and gone already
Do you really need the lying pride
Of one who is mentally unsteady

Punks On Cocaine

The liberal disease owns you
Like those weird punks on cocaine
Looking to get some blow
As they quickly approach the insane

Your hate fills the screen
When you send me your rant
Cocaine ain’t ever seen
Addiction this indignant

There’s no medical treatment
For this brain-eating sort
The cure there’s agreement
Execute and deport

Bigtime Hill

As common sense is laid to rest
Spiteful words come out to sing
The hate-filled words of Satan’s best
Prove once more the liberal thing

Your email states my poems are junk
Read by few and enjoyed by none
Yet in them is no liberal bunk
No lies of hate to be undone

You went so silent on the stone
Of Bush’s win in Iraq so great
You failed to mention this very known
In your words of stupid liberal hate

You failed to address the current tie
Between your baboon, the elite
And McCain, the hero, who doesn’t lie
Who will soon be in the White House seat

You waste your time on lies and hate
Running away from truth and sense
Why not take the time to really debate
The issues I raise about the liberal pretense

You stated the surge is dumb and wrong
Waltzing around what’s true and real
Obama and you both sing the song
Of hateful spite and liberal zeal

While soldiers fight to win this war
You chide and lie and hope they lose
As a terrorist’s bought and paid for whore
You slink away without any clues

Why not admit you were wrong to state
The lies about the last four years
Of disgusting words of liberal hate
Not you, a bigtime Hill, or so it appears