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A.H. Scott: The Devil and the Catholic Church

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Photo; Tony Ward. Copyright 2018

 

 

A.H. Scott: The Devil and the Catholic Church

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Copyright 2018

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Passing the plate of gold coin and paper in a solemn aria

While passing around the pubescent in a Luciferian bacchanalia 

On our knees we pray

On your knees we prey

Your innocence we take with four points of blessing

There, there, my child, all which we do is ordained

Believe in the collar and be leashed to silence in the wake of what we do

We prey upon you

Nobody will say a word, for your tale of truth will not be believed

Another deviant shuffled to a new meadow of fresh faces to deceive

All which we have done is good for the soul

Even if it ain’t, the ones who get off are the old

Because, for them to get off, reveals the sickness of their soul

This is not nothing new to the cathedral of hypocrisy

Fornication is a sin and it is the ace we always play to the hilt

After all, this is how our gilded empire has been built

And, don’t you dare be gay, lez, trans, or queer

Our public face must always be clear

Preying is how we play

Up is down, right is wrong

Yet if the word of sin is spoken upon what we do, you damn sure better sing a different song

The Devil is here and hard

No matter how much we keep mouthing that holy card

Taking the pure and ripping away their virtue

Filming our sins is what we do and passing around our victims to the rest of this predatory crew is how we prey

We even hand out crosses as the radar to give a heads up to others of our sadistic brotherhood

Devil’s whisper is the hymn they sing

For when we prey upon the innocent our collar becomes a leash

Like hounds of Hell and pigs in swine, they kneel for the Devil and call their unspeakable actions divine

Confessionals transform into stadiums for the wicked to be contained

When will my sins wane?

When their tears become years as well as you feel their pain

Now is the moment when your knees to them you shall be

As you said once in your dark den of deviance in days gone by, “This is God’s will”

And, if you believe that as the leash is tightened and your comeuppance begins

Be still and accept what is happening now is God’s will

And, don’t you dare shed a tear and cry

For you fallen Princes of the church have forfeited mercy beneath the altar of sadism, orthodoxy, complicity and lies

Hypnosis of ritualistic grandeur is slowly evaporating, as that yoke of blind faith becomes unshackled beyond the walls of stained glass

Angels surpass

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About The Author: A.H. Scott is a poet based in New York City and frequent contributor to Tony Ward Studio. To read additional articles by A. H. Scott, go herehttp://tonywardstudio.com/blog/a-h-scott-by-george-hes-got-it/

 

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A.H. Scott: By George, He’s Got it!

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The Petulant Puppet by Thomcat23

 

 

Poetry by A.H. Scott, Copyright 2018

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Illustration by Thomcat23, Copyright 2018

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For me, this quote below was truly the kicker that set my head spinning! You can’t make this craziness from his lips up. Unbelievable!

 

Standing in front of the VFW Convention last Tuesday, he actually said this:

 “Just remember, what you are seeing and what you are reading is not what’s happening,” – Donald J. Trump, President of The United States, Veterans of Foreign Wars Convention in Kansas City, Missouri, July 24th, 2018

 70 years ago a work of fiction was written, but reality is always stranger than anything one can come up with in their imagination:

 “The Party told you to reject the evidence of your eyes and ears. It was their final, most essential command.” – George Orwell, “1984”, published 1949

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 By George, He’s Got It!

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Happening now, is not what you see

Happening now, is not what you hear

Pay attention only to the billboard on the wall with the one of tiny hands and mind that is so small

Pied piper he may never be

But, leader is the only one he is as you can see

Free press is the enemy

Stenographers are the friend of He

We must praise the leader, for He is law

Truth and justice cannot be something we saw

By George, he’s got it!

He is ever so wise

Controlling the masses with his lies

Look at the shiny orb he holds in his hands

It glistens with xenophobia and shimmers with manufactured rage

All he does hypnotizes the senses

The takeover of the muddled mind is going as planned

This is his moment

He is the CHOSEN man

Pay attention to the wall of division

Your neighbor is not your equal

Report them in accordance to the leader

Speak only of the agenda repeated like parrots

Never step out of line or think for yourself

Isn’t it better to let the leader of the state take care of those little agitations, formerly known as rights and freedoms?

Just listen to the mantra for solace and control

By George, he’s got it!

Let the cloud of conformity mollify your soul

Obey the voice of the state and you can never go wrong

Pen scratched against history has cast a shadow ever so long

Seventy-years on, the bell tolls strong

By George, he’s got it!

Now, we are through the looking glass

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About The Author: A.H. Scott is a poet based in New York City and frequent contributor to Tony Ward Studio. To read additional articles by A. H. Scott, go here: http://tonywardstudio.com/blog/a-h-scott-the-torch/

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About The Illustrator: Thomcat23 is a new contributing artist at Tony Ward Studio. The owner of a hyperactive imagination, Thomcat23 creates images based on a wide variety of categories. Everything from cartoons to politics are mangled, jumbled, smashed, merged and synthesized to create colorful and interesting works of art. The pop surrealist approach Thomcat23, stems from his formal training as a graphic designer and his love of comic book-style pen and ink illustration he’s sharpened over the years. He has a wide variety of influence, which include Jack Kirby and Renee Magritte. To access more of Thomcat 23’s work, follow him on Instagram @Thomcat23. Or Facebook: The Art of Thomcat23.

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A.H. Scott: The Torch

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The Torch

 

 

Photography by Tony Ward, Copyright 2018

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Essay by A.H. Scott, Copyright 2018

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“A fool who dances with fascism balances on a tightrope of fallacy. Melody of the cheering masses are the intoxicant that allows the fool to believe all which he thinks and does is a symphony of approval; when in fact, many in that crowd are just amused by circus act that arrived before their eyes. History is a flame which never is truly doused, as it can burn that tightrope the fool balances precariously upon. Empires fall as do fools” – A.H. Scott

The Torch

Callous to the core
When the world wants less of his mess, he presses forth with more, more, more
As everything he ever touches turns to ash
Hopes of Dreamers are dashed
Core of who he is churns on the spit of hate, proving this spoiled, rich man’s son is beneath and below a penniless reprobate
Dollars he may have
But, sense is vacant in his sphere
Accept what the leader says is how a megalomaniac gets his kicks
And, for this year’s pick it isn’t Chairman Kim
But, this propaganda is not about DRPK’s nuclear ambition
This is about an orange hedonist’s vicious disposition
Commandant of Cruelty doesn’t ride solo
Prince of piety is Mike Pence
His swooning gaze at his orange-tinged King can make the world blush a rainbow
Yet, loving your fellow man can never be in the land of He and his preachy beliefs
On a Trump leash Mike always heels, especially if in a stadium where an ungrateful bunch of sons of bitches kneels
So pure Pence is, of mind and soul
Yet, he works under a man whose own words have told to grab a lady’s angel part and not bat a delicate eyelash of backlash
Frauds come and frauds go, but this crapshow of an administration is a swamp that truly overflows
Babies in cages and parents taken away
Standing up and wishing for the day when ICE will melt away
Humans aren’t stained with a stamp of being illegal
But, now they have been judged by a singular man in a house of white as being not worth anything
They are invisible to his eyes
Even when his beloved daughter and wifey pouted to him about hearing the audio of their cries
He still don’t give two shakes of care, but realized the impact of those bad optics were ever so bruising to his brand
MAGA! MAGA! MAGA!
Sounds like a chant of an arm held at a specified angle upward
Making this country great again, isn’t coming on the watch of this regime
Hearing them thar’ words are just a bumper sticker scheme
Trump and his crew of division and despair have been kicking liberty in the rear for more than a year
From that moment he rolled down the escalator in that tarnished tower that bears his name, the push beyond the limits has been clear
Beyond dignity
Beyond respect
Beyond humanity
Beyond shame
Beyond anything considered normal has been eviscerated
Did it happen overnight?
Of course not
We are the frog in the fractured melting pot
Slow boil
Bit by bit, sliding towards something so dire
It can’t happen here
This is America
Red, White and Blue
It can’t happen here
What is the glue to patch the melting pot?
Resistance!
Voices rise!
Democracy!
This is OUR country, not HIS alone!
We are the BEACON in the darkness!
America is MY home and FREEDOM is my song!

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About The Author: A.H. Scott is a poet based in New York City and frequent contributor to Tony Ward Studio. To read additional articles by A. H. Scott, go herehttp://tonywardstudio.com/blog/a-h-scott-tws/

 

 

 

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A.H. Scott: TWS!

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Illustration by Alexandra Rouvet Duvernoy, Copyright 2018

 

 

Poetry by A. H. Scott, Copyright 2018

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TWS!

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 Colors

Composition

Form

Shadows

Silhouettes

It’s all here at TWS!

Contemporary and classic

Conformity brushed aside

Aroused and astonished

Seduced by a sly wink

Fabrics of coolness and delight

Hues of intensity and intention

Crafted items of dimension

Open your eyes and let your senses soar

Get a glimpse at his list of affiliates to learn and explore

Visionaries of style from days gone back

Newbies are even rubbing shoulders with this well established pack

With a roll call like this, there’s no way in the world any visitor to TWS could ever be bored

Tony Ward is an artisan of the lens that always taps the right cord

Shutter sounds and the quickening of creativity’s heart pounds

East coast, West coast, Europe and beyond, impact of this man’s camera has made all the rounds

Proclaim it proud!

Proclaim it loud!

This is Tony Ward Studio!

Bulls-eye perfected!

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About The Author: A.H. Scott is a poet based in New York City and frequent contributor to Tony Ward Studio. To read additional articles by A. H. Scott, go herehttp://tonywardstudio.com/blog/a-h-scott-whos-trippin/

 

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A.H. Scott: Who’s Trippin?

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Commentary by A.H. Scott, Copyright 2018

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Illustration by Christopher Suciu, Copyright 2018

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Who’s Trippin?

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Tripped, tricked and mentally flipped

Hold on, hang tight

Everything is catapulted in a callous haze and diabolical sight

 

 

Myths are truths and truths are myths, as lovers and haters clash with pith

On the way forward, history has been

Roped into a lavish can, we are in for a Hellbound ride

Our future is in someone else’s hands, but too small to hold us all

No bell coming your way, cuz’ the only ringing in your ears and brain is from the wicked games you play

 

 

Instinct of the invincible is the armor he places on

No bad weather of storms or tears of despair for him

 

 

Tip-toeing through the tulips ain’t the way to go

Here comes a damned steamroller eviscerating daisies

Earth’s survival on the scales takes a backseat to insanity

 

 

 

Wising to go back to decades past, when linen was color so pure

Heils replacing hails are becoming the normal fare

In over our heads, we are cluelessly led

Time is a thing that’s never down for a king, for he thrives on platitudes that you sing

Easing along with obliviousness as a he’s hitting his stride

 

 

Hands to the heavens in a sinner’s cynical prayer

Over yonder, the contempt for the frog is ever so clear in the cracked melting pot

Under Old Glory, hand to chest in allegiance

Status quo under a Novocain drip of demagoguery

Ease into a coffin of chaos

 

 

Who’s trippin’?

First letter holds all the cards, for it is who he is by a million miles and yards

Where ya’ crown be?

He is King of the Swamp Creatures

What’s his delight?

Reality bites!!

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About The Author: A.H. Scott is a poet based in New York City and frequent contributor to Tony Ward Studio. To read additional articles by A. H. Scott, go herehttp://tonywardstudio.com/blog/h-scott-follow-ruble-road/

 

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