Author: KenshoHomestead

Creatively working toward self-sufficiency on the land.

Ministry Of Love

Welcome, friends
to our show that never ends
Oops I mean
The Hotel California
Oops I mean
Sorry
it’s all so very
cliché

Whatever
just love
so very much to choose from
one man’s compassion
is 
another man’s
kick in the pants
not that he’d notice
in or out of it
just like
He claims love is blind
He then claims hate is speechless

But
We all know love
We all know romance
We all know the word and the feeling exact and
all the other accompanying
Happenstance
Everyone around all the world
agrees because it’s
just like with the monumental
science of vaccines

It’s so unequivocal 
that
no one ever had another
meaning
or misgiving
it’s so very clear
We can move the world with
Such nebulous words as
right, hope, love, fear

Sometimes for the right reasons
Sometimes for the wrong reasons
but like miracles
somehow come right
Often for the clouds that fill our heads
in the middle of the night
The ones that never feed our crops
but
just poison all instead
like electrolights and
dry lightening
better than water
so it’s said

Sucking prana like
vampires on blood
Sweet or bitter
same-same as they say
Golag Goulash
That eternal internal problem
with no name
intentions as right as
chemtrail rain
just convince them it’s all good
we don’t care how
psy-ops divided among
fractured clowns
assigned to vapid sluts and
lame-ass schmucks
who spin up
dramas like
Dorothy’s Oz meets
Brady Bunch

Join our tribe, they say
where we deny everything
and
spin and smile and
all the while
the jokers just
added
one more chain
But
congratulate yourselves anyway
because that next manufactured
hurricane
is bound to hit your neighbors
this time
surely
Chance still has a chance
right
in all this manufactured
rhyme
so you can
thank
US 
for that
deep bow
NOW
Brown cow
for you lived
to bitch
one more day

 

 

 

The Window

The saying goes that where God closes the door, he opens the window.  I used to think that expression was dumb.  But then, I used to think God was just a dumb word invented by dumb folk.

Now I understand God a bit better and that expression seems apropos.  Surely in these months of our Scamdemic we’ve seen a lot of closed doors.  We could point at them all day, and I get the appeal of that, really.

Or, we could search for the windows.  They are there, no doubt, dumb expression or not.

There are ones out there opening the windows, trying to make them easier for others to find them.  I really believe that.  Even if you told me with 100% scientific evidence that no one is out there trying to open any windows, maybe even because there aren’t any windows to open, I’d insist your science was wrong. 

That means my belief is more powerful to me than anyone else’s science.  Funniest thing about that is, it also means, if you can’t reason me out of it, you can’t shame me out of it either.

And that’s a window right there.  Here’s another one:

Plandemic

 

Info Brokers

Info Brokers
You mighty jokers
Pretending to care
What we unwashed share
Disguising
Pretend empathizing
Shell companies
Crisis actors
Phony advertising
Any and every trick
to fleece
Your next to last
Schmuck, moron, innocent
Or otherwise
Fait-accomplis

You know though
We trip you up
Deliberate-like
Sell you our manufactured junk
Sabotage
Regular-like
Fall on our swords
Like boots in the soup
Like clogs in the wheel
Like those futbal wankers
With their stubbed toes
Rolling on the greens
Begging for woes

I claimed once
To love the cunts
Cause that’s where the juice
was flowing
When it moved to dick
That became my schtick
Christian, Muslim, Pagan, Jew
Riddle me next
How To:
Best Move You

Cause I can juggle in twelve languages
Or more
Across all ages and continents
And jingle and tingle
with all your fetishes
Just like a digital
Master Tartuffe

Only better
Cause where he obeyed his
Majesty’s months
I scrub my nethers regular
with ALL those crimson letters
From Rome to Stockholm to Jerusalem
I’m just plain bored with your
Dumb rotten shows
I sneeze on your masks
I fart on your sorrows

Furthermore!
I laugh and I skip and I dance
on your lame lost causes and
eternal threats of
Cringe-worthy
so less than worldly
New World Order
command and control
Full spectrum dominance
Never will it come to pass
Under my courageous watch
Nor Over my grave
Such Great vigilance
Nor Over my land
Not your hand
No Not EVER

Any of your
Unfruitfully Unjoyously
Unthoughtfully
Ungraciously crafted
Un-tomorrows
Was Alas
Apparently
Never even uttered
in This/His Most Gracious and Eternal
Info-Loving-Land

 

Once Upon A Time

Once Upon A Time
We met 
This young Czech
The most beautiful woman
I’d ever seen

She said
Dance with me
I thought
Poor dear child
what a terrible fate
to have a face to make
angels weep
and every lecher who
lines each last inch of
your well-groomed
well-guarded streets
begs your meat

The sort of lip lines
the pale blush of the cheek
the cool blue eyes
that makes one feel woozy
without a drop to drink
who commands armies
in sighs
as she walks on by
with nary a wink
even as you crave for more
venom even through
her blatant lies

I thank my lucky stars
I’m not a boy or a lad
or particularly gentle
or a man
Because surely
I’d sing too of
her lullabies and sweet little cries
as she crushed me
with the pinkie
of her distant cousin’s
dog’s best friend

Penis envy
fucking please
I praise the gods every day
for the wisdom
of the pussy
y’all can’t ever seem
to see through true

Before it strings you up
and spanks your
pale pathetic
boldly bared
old hairy asses

Heart On Your Sleeve

Heart on your Sleeve
Lies on your Habit
Loneliness suits Us
The Happy few
Who
Claw at the
Pretty face
Offering a
Case of Russian Vodka
Who would not ever
NO
Not even
Remotely Dew

I
Walked Once Alone
Along the
Vltava
They call me Proud
now because
I toasted the
Kernel Sanders’
Cocks along
A
winding  sort of sea
While
We all danced
the
fake romance
Complete with every
Pinkies’
Koenig Chances

Feeding monsters
We
along with
my personal speciality
Sub-horing
Feigning
Exploring
ALL
Arkansas Eastern Star
to far Yangtze
my
Lovers
Quarrels
Foolow Me

We All claim
Innocence
Every solstice when
the New moon sets
Us Free

We Light Blossoms
Eternal
to Excite
to Press Lips
to Lick just
the
very Tip
that Delicious
Sintific

Sweetly Limpid
Palatial yet
Insipid Place
Where the Salt
Yet and Still
Always Lives

Stop Complaining

I have (another) awful case of poison ivy, for over two weeks now, it just keeps spreading, I’ve no idea how.  The chiggers, fleas and ticks are relentless.  The weather-makers continue to steal our rain and a lap-dance of morons on tyrants make any foray into so-called civilization even worse than this rural recipe for vitriol gumbo.

And just for the record, I do stop complaining from time to time, but never about the weather.  The weather has become my most taboo, vitriol-filled topic ever, far beyond religion or politics, those are light-hearted topics in comparison to the manipulated weather, because the world continues to accept this, by hook and by crook, en masse.

Masks?  Please.  When a UAE sheikh’s harem wants another wave pool for their offspring’s birthday party, half a nation’s rain is diverted immediately in that fulfillment order, no matter if that means the peasants starve for a year.  That’s our global reality, about to get much worse.

You think we’ve got something to complain about now?  If only you could ask your great-grandchildren how they experience the world in their time.

Lucky for us, we don’t have any.  So, I can guiltlessly keep bitching about my infuriating poison ivy.

 

Ultimatum Centrale

Shit or
Get off
Damn pot
Mother fucker
That’s it
Ewe
Herd me right

Patience long past
Expended
HOT
That’s now what we’ve got
Past tired of pumping up
Olde tyres

BUT
From this raw burn
Let me show you
HOW to
Pass that
Lyon through fyre

Fear no fryer
Friar
Walk this way through
Mire thine
BUT
Manor mine
Never forget

Watch your tweed
Untwine
Recollect try to find
Your mamma’s mind

Long lost soil
Soul through toil
Selling compassion
Like second-hand
Salop-like
Bargain’s fine

Dragon’s line
Sweet salty fiery tongue
Relentlessly Endlessly
Shamelessly
Seeking Divine
Shallow waters
Shine on you
Make it nothing but
A game
So easy then

No doubt to
Just give it
All up
NOW NWO

Eject
Reject
Try it
Just One
More tyme

Pass the Baton

We are, as the French express so politely, of a certain age (long in the tooth).  We’re not types who try to disguise this fact in the myriad ways of modern times: no hair coloring or liposuction or botox, teeth whiteners or hair plugs or, heaven forbid, habitual pharmaceuticals of any variety. 

We embrace the gray and the pudge.  We don’t pine for our teenage libidos.  We look forward to retirement watching the birds from our rocking chairs instead our hammocks, someday.

Maybe sooner than expected from the look of things currently.

So, it really, really pisses me off when the younger generations are portrayed constantly by the media as mind-numbed degenerates who do nothing but whine, complain, and join offensive, useless, co-opted, propaganda-driven movements like _________ (just fill in the blank, because there are too many that come to mind).

In fact, there are lots of really smart, creative, diligent, discerning, conscientious (my personal favorite quality) young voices out there who hardly get the time of day because they’re drowned out by bots, kittens, blatant censorship and wanna-be cast members of the (documentary) comedy Idiocracy.

It makes those of us of a certain age (vine-ripened) very reluctant to have any level of basic confidence that we might find that needle in the haystack that we might ever consider to pass the baton along at all, rather than take it with us to the grave lest it be used again and again to empower the escalating shit-show we call civilization.

And then, some other wise (time-enhanced) man passes along a ray of hope.  This is just one of them, but how will their rays shine brighter and for more of us if we don’t share them?

Jeffersonian Girl, bravo! (I have no idea who this woman is, I can’t find her name, she looks much younger than her stated age on her channel (imo) and maybe she’s an actress, but still, her script is spot-on if you ask me!).

Here’s just one ray of hope for your Sunday!

https://153news.net/watch_video.php?v=3OBHUS18DK4A

At the Dentist

It’s amazing to like my dentist during this COVID Plandemic-Scamdemic even more than I had before. Having despised every dentist I’ve ever had until I found her about a decade ago, this has been a most pleasant re-affirmation of my perpetual superior judgement.

She has obliged her staff and clients to the temperature gun on the 3rd eye upon arrival, but apparently that is her limit on personal infringements, bless her heart. She did take all the magazines out of the waiting room, which is disappointing, but tolerable. I did enjoy shuffling through current issues of Texas Highways on my regular visits.

But, she did not require a face-diaper for the privilege of entering her offices or sitting in her waiting room. Again, bless her heart. And you know, she has a garden. Yes indeed, she does, with vegetables even! Heavens only knows how she finds the time.

Of course, there’s the nitrous oxide that’s thoughtfully pumped into my airways when I visit her, and that’s all the more reason to sing her praises. Does it bother me that it cost $50 extra in order to be totally high while my gums are prodded and my teeth drilled? Nope, not really! But, I accept we won’t be able to afford such extravagant expenses for much longer.

They love me even more when I’m on the gas anyway, and frankly, the feeling is mutual. Anyone would prefer me on the gas, myself included.  You know, my hygienist has the same name as me and also totally loves purple—come on now—how is that not a match made in heaven?!

Anyway, I think there was once a point to this post. Seems I’ve lost the thread.

I think what it was is that, I really felt for them, this office full of ladies wearing masks, but not beholden upon others to do the same, not in the least. Nothing highlights righteousness more than leading by example, without coercion, threat, or the myriad other brands of shaming and manipulation.

I tenderly inquired to my hygienist, “Is it hard to wear that mask all day?” She said it was difficult indeed and so she chooses not to wear it in public at all.  I said it gives me a headache instantly, she nodded in agreement.

I thought, in my well-gassed stupor, isn’t that sweet? I furthermore mused that it certainly must be that the whole public mask-wearing nonsense is really about trying to get us all to empathize with those poor long-suffering working folk who are forced to wear masks all day, like my dear purple-wearing hygienist with the same name as me, bless all our dear hearts.

That’s really what it’s all about, right? The abusers and Satanists and worshippers of whateverandwhoeverthefuck—well, they’ve just chosen the left-hand path to wholesomeness and that’s really their way of caring so damn much about us all, right?  Of course, everyone should suffer as the mask-wearers suffer.

Right?

 

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