Old roads built out of bricks and blood,
The man fell down with a heavy thud.
Stabbed from all sides, cornered in a hall,
It did not take long for the man to fall.
His supporters had adored his great rise,
They had seen the word through his eyes.
His life did not begin well, nor was its end.
Believers believed that he could mend.
A democracy crumbled, a dollar destroyed,
To him the nation is but a toy.
He played with it wrong and paid the price,
A violent end to a quick life.
Nation divided white and black.
Will the freedom ever come back?
One man rises and leads the way.
Confined to a room for thousands of days.
Spirit holds and so does resolve.
He emerges from chains standing tall.
Arguing and breaking down the destructive rule.
His people had suffered like diseased mules.
Cocoon broken he comes alive
He sees freedom for which he has always strived.
The fight over, it is time to rest.
His nation has not seen its final test.
The little dolphin that couldn’t. When he was born his mother was ripped apart by a Great White Shark. Mr. Dolphin now had brain damage. Furthermore, his fins where shredded to pieces he could barely swim, he was slow.
While swimming in the seas of Japan Mr.Dolphin encountered some cold hearted fishermen. Mr. Dolphin was not smart so he approached their vessel slowly and foolishly. The fishermen viciously harpooned Mr. Dolphin inflicting life threating wounds to him. Close to death Mr. Dolphin decided to let the currents carry him westward.
Mr. Dolphin found the coast of Hawaii, where he met an average looking dolphiness, looking for a mate. Mr.Dolphin approached her, Mr.dolphin was instantly rejected by the Dolphiness. The dolphiness would have a child with another dolphin. Mr. Dolphin would swim far out to sea where he would die alone and forgotten.
(this was experiment made with my friend infamousdolphin to test the power of cooperative creativity.)
Sitting in the darkened room.
Plastic flashing, sounds pulsating.
The light, when on, is harsh and unnatural.
A man, tall and large, lives within these confines.
Quick to anger, slow to reason, his intelligence is low.
A role he is given to shape minds and stuff them of knowledge.
Knowledge he said, scoff I said.
If you cannot think on your own,
how can you teach others to do the same?
One day the woman made a pie. Not just any pie but an apple pie. The pie was quite happy how his life had turned out. Although he had not yet been baked he was filled with the most delicious apples in all the land.His crust was made from the finest dough.
The woman walked out of the room forgetting the pie had not been baked. He screamed, “bake me!” No one seemed to care. What to do? he thought. He knew what must be done. He dragged himself closer and closer to the edge of the counter wishing to slide into the oven.
The pie, halfway off the counter, hesitated, wondering if he should go over the edge. He thought he could make it so he jumped and completely missed the oven. Instead, falling top-down onto the kitchen the floor. The woman, hearing the sound, screamed, “the pie is ruined!” She grabbed the pie.
The pie thought himself safe. She opened the trash and that’s when the pie realized he was finished. The lid shut on the pie. He now would live in despair for the remainder of his life. The pie was the apple pie that could not.
Running through the grassy plain
While hungry one is in constant pain.
Sun shines providing a beautiful sheen.
The beast’s body coiled like a spring.
Claws have no need to be shown.
The prey lets out a fearful groan.
Chase begins, it moves quite fast.
Will the beast’s hunger always last?
Straight dash for a thousand feet.
Will the prey and death ever meet?
One false turn and the beast slips.
The prey escapes, it’s time to quit.
Hungry but in a dry safe place.
The chase will begin another day.
History time. Monday, November 11th is Veteran’s Day. Veteran’s Day is a day that celebrates those who have served in the armed forces. A famous group of veterans are the surviving members of Doolittle’s Raid.
Doolittle’s Raid was a US military operation that occurred after the Japanese attack at Pearl Harbor. Lt. Colonel Doolittle proposed a risky plan of flying B-25s over the Japanese capital, Tokyo. Doolittle was told that once over Japan the B-25s would become low on fuel, furthermore there was no safe place to land. On April 18th 1942 Doolittle, along with an all-volunteer group of pilots, dropped bombs upon Tokyo. Some of Doolittle’s men were shot down then captured by Japanese forces, others crashed in the Pacific, most would bail out of their aircraft over China and survive.
Doolittle and his men would become American heroes; Doolittle himself would be given the Medal of Honor and promoted to Brigadier General. Today there are only four surviving members of Doolittle’s Raid. This year the surviving members held the last commemoration of the raid.
The NSA scandal and the shadow it has created is something the Obama Administration cannot escape. In the past days newly leaked Edward Snowden documents have shown the true extent of NSA spying.
It is now known that the NSA has actively been spying on the United Nations. President Obama even had memos directing the NSA to tone down spying on the UN. The NSA has even narrowed down their spying to specific European leaders such as Angela Merkel. According to German media it is believed the NSA has spied on Merkel since 2010.All these clams the United States denies.
If enemies do not fear you, and allies do not trust you, how do you keep your hold over the world?
Walking along on a cloudy day,
What I did I could not say.
Down the grey rain slicked road.
What’s the point? I do not know.
After you pass the large white ring.
You wonder what it all means.
Next the court and a little hill.
The walk gives your brain time to mill.
Too much time, at least it seems.
My mind thinks of all the stupid things.
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