The Thought Police.

See:

http://avt777.blogspot.com/2011/03/thought-police-might-be-on-move.html

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A Just Government Fears Not…

A Just Government Fears Not…

A Just government fears not Freedom of thought!
A Just government fears not Freedom of speech!
A Just government fears not worthwhile Freedom of expression!
A Just government fears not those who also seek Justice for others!


Adam Vernon Trotter / AVT (March, 2011)

Jessamine.

Could Jessamine be wrought for a goal,
And if this aim were made as officinale.

Hence would seem be openly want,
Surveys could then be relayed to jant.

If credit were due let it be fruiticans,
Such might benefit everyone’s plans.

Now if merely providing you speak,
In minds of gold would seem as weak.

Acquaintances decide abort must seek?
Some Abettors discern amongst meek.

Reveal evil trials to offer restored Truth.
Truth revived over turns the errant root.

If mistaken then let destiny be so valued.
Though aims to help others also help you.

Happenstance emits life’s perfume to offend.
Brave efforts flower rightly endeavored ends.

Many abrogate doors ajar gee Crabbe.
As Truth revolts outside those trapped.

Riddles entwined vary observed letters tell.
Another nobody in homesteads cell,
Riddles intentions gathers history to spell.

Jessamine united so truth in common elicits,
Flowers require ether ethics daylight or mist.



Adam Trotter / AVT (March, 2011)

If you can’t tell others what you are doing, you probably should not be doing it.

If you can’t tell others what you are doing, you probably should not be doing it.


Father Powell, 1994. (Then Pastor of Trinity Church, Delran, NJ) Speaking on participation in endeavors of a clandestine or immoral nature, regardless of the reason for the participation.

Wild Birds of a New England Winter.

Cardinals strut proud, the starlings irreverent.
Sparrows and doves nearly always present.

Though no jays have crashed the parties,
The severe winter has made all quite hardy.

We gave them food which brought them here.
Yet there seems something more, it’s kind’a weird.

While I thought it was I observing the groups,
The birds appear intrigued by me on the stoop.

The many birds forever seem to stare at me.
Maybe it’s our thrown seed of which they feed?

Maybe the snow has them completely bored?
Yet it seems I am the birds’ eye-candy lore.

From the bare privets they stare appearing content.
While I stare back watching which of them went.

A variety of winter birds pay me a daily visit.
Why any affinity, I don’t know, what is it?



AVT (March, 2011)

See also:  Learning Karma Through Doors.  

http://poetrybyadamvernontrotter.blogspot.com/2010/12/learning-karma-through-doors.html

The Great Depression of the New Millennium

The Great Depression of the New Millennium:

Began circa year 2007 to ????.

[I'll have to come back and revisit this one, unfortunately.]


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