Please help keep the truth alive - or all we have are lies!
Thursday, July 30, 2015
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Friday, July 17, 2015
Inside my tortoise shell - by BTA
Inside my tortoise shell
by Brian Thomas Armstrong
A tortoise shell is what I wear
when everyone is there
It keeps my tears
trapped in its armor
and hides my metal fears
Throughout the years
it keeps them there
deep inside
my hardened mind
But when I’m alone
I’m inside out
and my hard dark shell
becomes soft and clear
DO ALL LIVES REALLY MATTER? - OR JUST POLITICALLY CORRECT ONES!
So let me get this straight - Hundreds of Prisoners commit
Suicide in the US every year - But when a Black person does it, all of a sudden
it is a Big Protest March and Conspiracy against African Americans????? HOW
MANY PEOPLE THINK AMERICA IS BEING GULLIBLE - DO ALL LIVES REALLY MATTER? - OR
JUST THE POLITICALLY CORRECT ONES!
Thursday, July 16, 2015
For our free will
For our free will
by Brian Thomas Armstrong
by Brian Thomas Armstrong
In fire he was born
In wrath and scorn
In flames of fiery jealously
A never-ending rivalry
Ever burning strong
That goes far deeper
Than right or wrong
As old as Angel song
A battle for souls
Given and lost
An ancient cost
An endless future debt
Humanity owes forever still
For our God given free will
In wrath and scorn
In flames of fiery jealously
A never-ending rivalry
Ever burning strong
That goes far deeper
Than right or wrong
As old as Angel song
A battle for souls
Given and lost
An ancient cost
An endless future debt
Humanity owes forever still
For our God given free will
Monday, July 13, 2015
The Finger Paints of Chaos by BTA
The Finger Paints of Chaos
by Brian Thomas Armstrong
The malevolent finger paints of chaos
First appeared on the shabby subway walls
Everybody just walked by them with disregard
No one noticing them posted there at all
Dripping from their deleterious paper sheets
The paintings discreetly traveled up
The escalators that led them onto the dirty asphalt streets
And then they sat there all drying upon
The nescient city’s sidewalks
Silently waiting as hundreds of people quickly moved along
Biding precious time for their great leaders hands to call
Pretending that they were really doing nothing wrong
They waited for all the pernicious paintings plans
To reach their own fruition
And as soon as their baneful paint was no longer dripping wet
They gathered together in one wicked heaping pile
Knowing that all their insidious plans were set
And the towns people still walked by simplemindedly unknowing
Consciously oblivious to the finger paints of chaos
As the detrimental paintings plotted evil all the while
by Brian Thomas Armstrong
The malevolent finger paints of chaos
First appeared on the shabby subway walls
Everybody just walked by them with disregard
No one noticing them posted there at all
Dripping from their deleterious paper sheets
The paintings discreetly traveled up
The escalators that led them onto the dirty asphalt streets
And then they sat there all drying upon
The nescient city’s sidewalks
Silently waiting as hundreds of people quickly moved along
Biding precious time for their great leaders hands to call
Pretending that they were really doing nothing wrong
They waited for all the pernicious paintings plans
To reach their own fruition
And as soon as their baneful paint was no longer dripping wet
They gathered together in one wicked heaping pile
Knowing that all their insidious plans were set
And the towns people still walked by simplemindedly unknowing
Consciously oblivious to the finger paints of chaos
As the detrimental paintings plotted evil all the while
Sunday, July 12, 2015
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