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Derek Earl Houghton Poems

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It is ironic how Trump, in his kamakazi assault on truth and decency , has ever so adroitly done more to unite humanity and to raise the collective level of humanities consciousness than all  the of the  spiritual leaders that currently walk the earth. He has done more to unite humanity across religions, political parties, borders, races, creeds,oceans , walls, boundriesnd political ideologies. All of humanity looks up at the same blue sky and stand on the same rich dark earth . Simultaneously , all of humanity know in the depths of our souls, imprinted in it's DNAl before ever opening a book or listened to a sermon attending sunday school the difference between good and evil. Trump has done more to galvanize disparate elements of the human family into a single voice unified by disgust, ignominy , injustice, cruelty, horror and collective betrayal. Trump has forged together adverse temperaments, naturalist, urbanist, futurist, nostalgists, professionals and ditch diggers, surgeons and short order cooks, , republicans and democrats, independents and the apolitical . Trump has been a corrosive acid, like napalm melting away the blubbery fat and cellulose and varacose veins of what has become a performative indolent democracy, leaving only raw sinue and bone .Trump has done more to seed the minds and hearts of those who have never prayed, never meditated, never cried for another person , and never been treated as less than human with those who are elevated to the highest social status for no apparent reason. With his fragrance of human feces and mendacity he has united families ensnared in private dispair, lovers falling out of love, fathers with rebellious sons, mothers fighting  daughters, inlaws and outlaws . Trump  has done more to deconstruct the historical  illusion of a just society than scores of lofty historical Phd discourses and a thousand peace rallies.. He has done more with an avalanche of lies to shine light on the truth than the moon could ever shine so bright as to make us believe it was the sun.  His lies have enshrined truth as a  precious  reinforcement and clarification as to what  matter,s what is real and what is our souls  sustenance.He is the proverbial turd in a punch bowl. Even his most avowed worshipers reach for Sprite, in a can. His feckless  imbecilic lies are transparent to both  the illiterate and the most erudite. Trump has in effect, with his dark deformed  corrosive  buggery of the planet  showed us with the clarity of a near death vision all that humanity has to loose. The vivid beauty of this green earth and the magic of discovering each other in all our individuated and collective glory.If it was ever true that even Satan, unwittingly does Gods work, it is  true now. Let us then  with ecstatic exuberance  lay waist to the brutality and inequities of the past. Let us   burn the all the bridges that got us here. Let us adopt a scorched earth mentality abandoning the hierarchical cleptocracy  under which we suffered so long. Let us lance this orange boil. And know now ,in our heart of hearts , there is no going back.




 
 
 

Sometimes when he’s not whistling Dixie

Cause he can’t remember the tune or

Or some fuckwad his distracting him from

His stylish happiness

A put up your dukes moment arises

His RAW man rears its head like some Apex Predator

Leave garbage cans in front of my window you

Brains dead ameba .

Sometimes when he’s not whistling Dixie

There’s a damn good reason

And its a slam your head into the concrete wall

Face smashing moment that he lives

Through because there is no music in his life

And someone made it that way and that shit

Just has to be fixed.

Sometimes when he’s not whistling Dixie

There’s a damn good reason and he goes

On the war path for the sake of a catchy tune.


Derek Earl Houghton


 
 
 

Brainwashing Instruction Kit

A very small child can be lead to believe anything.

This is then the codification of all

mediocrity, sainthood sociopathy and tyranny.


Derek Earl Houghton



 
 
 
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