blas·#phe·#my

/ˈ#blasfəmē/
noun
the act or #offense of #speaking #sacrilegiously about #God or #sacredthings; #profanetalk.
“They are being detained on charges of #blasphemy” #collaboration is the highest form of honor loyalty respect in #life at #home at #work #teamworkmakesthedreamwork #DMR #DadLife #FreeCountry #FreedomOfSpeech #FreedomOfPress #mypersonalstyle #Theft #lossofproperty #stolenguns #stolenmilitaryrecords #stolenpersonalinformation #wrongfuluseofforce #wrongfulsearchandseizure #harrassment miss treatment of a 100% Disabled Veteran 100% Combat Related Loss Of Parental Rights Wrongful Accusations and still you take lie cheat and steal… still you abuse me, still you hold me back from personal growth spiritual growth health wealth success. I didn’t do what I was accused of since I retired in 2018, after 20 years of honorable service this is not exceptional this is down right an attack on my human rights! And yet no one helps me? Is this really how you treat your Veterans? Our Families Our Community my Brothers and Sisters? Is Freedom Free? Is is Freedom being completed abused taken advantage of extortion is real death threats were real bribery was real and losing it all has been real! My life is built on truth love and loyalty what I did have I’ve lost what I did create was stolen

poetry and politics connect through expression and feeling, although both of them are matters of persuasion. Political poetry connects to people’s feelings, and politics connects to current events.

Surfman374, DMR DavidMRamsey USCG BMC

TheMask ~ Is Joe Biden or #RonaldReagan the #oldestperson to ever serve as president? Is #Perseids a #name for #meteors or a #brand of #tatertot? Is a #backyard #family #cottage called a #grannyflat or a #bloodshed?Pithy and powerful, poetry is a popular art form at protests and rallies. From the civil rights and women’s liberation movements to Black Lives Matter, poetry is commanding enough to gather crowds in a city square and compact enough to demand attention on social media. Speaking truth to power remains a crucial role of the poet in the face of political and media rhetoric designed to obscure, #manipulate, or worse. The selection of poems below call out and talk back to the #inhumaneforces that threaten from above. They #expose #grim #truths, raise #consciousness, and #buildunitedfronts. Some insist, as Langston Hughes writes, “That all these walls #oppression builds / Will have to go!” Others seek ways to actively “#makepeace,” as Denise Levertov implores, suggesting that “each act of #living” might #cultivate #collective #resistance. All rail against #complacency and demonstrate why #poetry is necessary and sought after in moments of #politicalcrisis.

Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you.

DMR

~ #cicada3301 ♠️🖤🪶♻️👁️⬆️💯🔥🌎🔺🫶🧐

A #wakeup #call if there ever was one.
Inside the #ring, the #bullfighter must #focus. There, the words of #critics can’t reach him. He is the #center of #attention, of all #speculation. But he is alone.
He is always #alone.

My #abuse in your #confidence in #betting with me may be #excused if you sit #empty #minded #peaceful – at least #forgiven. #PoetryOfAHero #cicada3301 #DadLife #DMR #Surfman374 #thefallenangels #TheChosenOnes #HolyOnes #goldenfleece #magnacarta #epluribusunum #ingodwetrust

WatchDogs!

On earth,
Like #Gods and #Goddesses seen #everywhere on #earth! !
Yes, C.I.A. and F.B.I.

I keep moving! !
Watching the ways of #mankind on #earth,

Learning always along the line;

Moves!
C.I.A. and F.B.I.;
With drones all over the #World.

Once on,
One on the #move! !
C.I.A.and F.B.I.;

Drones everywhere!

Watching our steps on #earth. #GodsAndGiants

~ #Cicada3301 #AngelsAndDemons #TheFallenAngels #UFO #CountDays

37days #humpdayvibes #wednesdayaddams #addamsfamilyedit #AddamsFamilySecrets #wednesdaywisdom

Thepoliceman’s name was #MrPhao

He peddled dope grand scale and how

Chief of #border #customs #paid

By Central Intelligence’s
U.
S.
A.
I.
D.

The whole #operation, #Newspapers say

Supported by #theCIA

He got so #sloppy & peddled so #loose
He #busted #himself & #cooked his #own #goose

Took the #reward for an opium load

Seizing his own haul which same he resold

Big #time pusher for a #decade turned grey

Working for the CIA

Touby Lyfong he worked for the #French
A big fat man liked to dine & wench
Prince of the Meos he grew black mud
Till opium flowed through the land like a flood

Communists came and chased the French away
So Touby took a job with the CIA

The whole operation fell in to #chaos
Till U.S.
Intelligence came into Laos
I’ll tell you no lie I’m a #trueAmerican
Our big pusher there was Phoumi Nosovan

All them #Princes in a #powerplay
But Phoumi was the man for the CIA

And his best friend General Vang Pao
Ran the Meo army like a #sacredcow
Helicopter smugglers filled Long Cheng’s bars
In Xieng Quang province on the Plain of Jars

It started in secret they were fighting yesterday

Clandestinesecretarmy of the CIA

All through the Sixties the Dope flew free
Thru Tan Son Nhut Saigon to Marshal Ky
Air America followed through
Transporting confiture for President Thieu

All these Dealers were decades and yesterday
The Indochinese mob of the U.
S.
CIA

Operation Haylift Offisir Wm.
Colby
Saw Marshal Ky fly opium Mr.
Mustard told me
Indochina desk he was Chief of Dirty Tricks
“Hitchhiking” with dope pushers was how he got his fix

Subsidizing traffickers to drive the Reds away
Till Colby was the head of the CIA

They like to #peep
And #watch
And #See
And #hide
And #scheme
And #listen
To me.

Their #devices
And #cameras
Lie under my skin
Their Spies
And #Wiretaps
Can find me
Again

Secrets and #plots

And #nefariousmen

Seeking me out

Wherever they can

Creeping around

Without a #sound

Help #me, my #friend ~ #cicada3301 #Texas #CorpusChristi

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—
While I #nodded, nearly #napping, suddenly there came a #tapping,
As of some one gently #rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
“’Tis some #visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—
Only this and nothing more.”

Ah, #distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;
And each separate dying ember wrought its #ghost upon the floor.
#Eagerly I wished the morrow;—#vainly I had sought to borrow
From my #books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Lenore—
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore—
Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
“’Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door—
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;—
This it is and nothing more.” #NeverM #Ore #Poeedger #NeverMOrePoeedger #cicada3301

~ In the eerie depths of the Central Intelligence Agency’s declassified archives, a document came rapping, rapping at our browser window.

In late 1986, an apparently disgruntled Agency employee took to the pages of Studies in Intelligence to offer their take on Edgar Allen Poe’s classic poem “The Raven.” But rather than particularly spooky bird and the memories of a lost love, “POEDGR” describe the employee’s own haunting by an anonymous chat box user, prolonging their usual 4:00pm clock out from work …

While this is not the first poem discovered in the #CIAarchives, it does have the distinction of being the first we know of to have its rhyme scheme impacted by a #FOIAexemption.

While the author’s name is similarly redacted, the signature of Chip Beck, AKA the “Cartoonist for the CIA,” can be made out in the bottom right of the raven illustration.

At least part of the inspiration for the poem comes from the #CMS editor EDGAR, one of the #predecessors to #XEDIT, the #software our #anonymous #author is using before they are mysteriously – and somewhat rudely – interrupted.

Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you.

Some try to hide, some try to cheat. But time will let us always meet. What am I?
[Death.]

The only thing scarier than doing this is doing it without you. ♠️🖤🪶♻️ the only thing worth it’s weight in Gold is #Gold the only way to defeat your monsters is to become one… #thegodsplanet