The crusades weren't religious wars. They were mostly due to royal bloodlines wanting to colonize and plunder the world. Most people from the west were "christian" vs "islamic" from the east. Countries alternated between uniting to fight a common enemy and fighting amongst themselves and all sides sacked, plundered, murdered, and took slaves. Sometimes the people hiding behind Christianity won and sometimes those using Islam won. It was all very bloody and ridiculous war war war. Most of the time they only called a truce because of running out of the massive amount of money war costs, after borrowing themselves into bankruptcy.
Chp. 3: handwritten, waiting on transcription. I need a secretary and another 25 hr in the day. A cook and housekeeper and laundress would be helpful also. Not complaining, just reporting. And digesting.
Chp. 1:
Old men with tetany
Hell bent on the promise of tyranny
Dangle carrot on stick
Claiming a cure for whatever ails the sick
As their depraved depravity
Is spoken of in hushed whispers
With the calculated gravity
They use to boast about taking a leap
Or more correctly
Of the men they will send in their place
To free fall through space
Knowing the odds of them falling in a heap
And slamming back to earth
On what remains of their face
Are about the same as roulette or blackjack
Or that of lady luck for all she's worth
Standing beside you inevitably
Stabbing you in the back
Still they've never resigned
In their feverish Mind
To fact that every chance they take
Is just another rookie mistake
The kind that any fool might make
So they fail time and again to see what they've overlooked
As they slowly lose their minds
And lose their marbles
And their noodles are cooked
Their speech becomes garbled
But unfortunately they're hooked
While strobe lights and late nights
Make you wonder why you came
As you witness the games being played eating their brains
Every day a blurred memory
Every night a bender
Every one a shell as they emulate the great pretender
But life is short
You hear them saying
Chanting incantations meant to mesmerize the nations
And the people on which they are preying
But nothing ever seems to change
In this atmosphere
Where everything and nothing is clear
And the inhabitants are so strange
But boredom stops the clock
In this land that time forgot
And in order to continue to wallow in the bed they made
You're forced to swallow your pride
And prodded to parade as slaves
Bearing the unbearable
In clothing unwearable
In an effort to please
If you're to put at ease
Those with countenances on deep freez
For they know they can't sa we
Scratch last line. I was transcribing, the oven timer went off, and I set my phone down. On return, my poetry had posted without my permission. Anywho, on to Chp. 2:
For they understand no one believes
The lies they repeat
With mouths that don't move a muscle
As though they've mastered ventriloquy
And the art of the hustle
You hope no one notices you gawking But your awkward stare
Is met with enmity
As they demand to know
What's wrong
With You
If you've overstepped
Walking into a disaster
Or a space you don't belong
You can hear the laughter
As they ask why you didn't stay in your lane
Your very existence
To them is a bane
So you keep your thoughts to yourself
And keep smiling
As a clock ticks somewhere far off in another room
On some cobwebbed shelf
And you fear the night will never end
Or worse end in doom
As you come to realize your new found friends
Are nothing more than mannequins
In disguise
Mentally you've checked out
But they can read it in your eyes
Though you tried so desperately
To hide the fact that you'll never buy in
(Chp. 3 after dinner) 😆
@jeffreytucker Swimming in salt water does the same thing, with one exception. It treats whatever ails your entire Body, & restores holistic Well-Being.
@dom_lucre Very unsafe. Rubber darts or not. Standing Behind the little one shooting? The lack of education with safety first not being taught offends me.