She flew too close
And she got burnt
She had tried relentlessly
to get close to him
But failed every time
His flames were far too high
And she couldn't douse them with her love.
She was spent..
And in the end she had to fly away...
With her resplendent wings
carrying her to better tomorrows
Paris Grey
he is not cut out to live with all of this-
to live while bearing the scars
countless of spears in his chest
yet still breathing
blood all over the floor, returned defeated
every time he went on the war
with a hope that someday a savior will arrive
bearing a sign of peace and not bruises from a father
Sometimes I have to call myself wrong
So that someone s path becomes easy
Everyone has the right to speak the truth
But sometimes silence also becomes a prayer
When someone s peace passes through you
Then I have to smile even after breaking myself
He has won by understanding that he has won over me
And I have to make excuses for his victory
Real love is not just about touching
Sometimes you have to stay with someone even when you are far away
To make their tomorrow better
You have to hide your past within yourself
Life is not always won for yourself
Sometimes you have to give up your victory for someone else
That is the real victory
When you have to win your heart even after losing
J-ubilant
U-nity
N-ullifies
N-ational
E-lection's
L-osers
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Monocrostic (Birthday of Junnel N. Romualdo)
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"To dwell in judgement is a reality, placed upon a heart of need"
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No button can unwind the failures I have faced.
Nobody can take the place of my precious Lord.
He has been both my questions and my answers;
He has been the strength of my recovery.
I would recommend Him to my closest friends;
I'd vouch for His counsel even to my enemies.
Success is not determined in the immediate;
time will tell the victories of which God approves.
DEFEAT ON CRETE
A folktale from which we have been recreated
Remember that fight I’m quite sure you hated
For this rematch, many centuries I have waited
So keen and strong, now I’ve been resuscitated
But this time I’ll win, as many anticipated
Such an encounter set Greek history ablaze
But this second time extends into future days
I may even emerge blinking, in the sun’s rays
And your dead body left to rot in the maze
Then back to Pasiphae, a hybrid family to raise
So Theseus, for you I have a surprise in store
As you’ll no longer follow that thread, I’m sure
This time, it is me reborn, to settle the score
From the labyrinth, where we once met before
Behold, I’m back, it’s me, the Minotaur!
Before you ask
The answer is no
I will never surrender courage
For a place of defeat and storage
I will not abandon faith
For a worthless attachment to an uncertain estate
I refuse to relinquish love
For a well-fitted but counterfeit glove
I cannot renounce my goal
For a destination that ambushes my true role
I will not forsake confidence
For a river that runs with polluted opulence
I refuse to discard determination
For a chance to keep company with resignation
I dare not part with humility
For a life that grants honor to futility
Before you ask
Rest assured the answer is no
Defeating Tyranny
This is how to overthrow tyranny:
elections by a free people who care
peaceful transfer of power
alternative media outlets to counter brainwashing
decreasing the size of government
ridding a society of mandates by unelected officials
stopping demonization of average citizens
halting massive monetary corruption
short of divine intervention
this is how it is done
it is difficult~ many obstacles to freedom exist
that will try to maintain power:
a biased dishonest media
a bloated bureaucracy
an oligarchy of the defeated who want to retain power
unconstitutional judicial power
Nazi style thugs who like to commit violence
it is a tough row to hoe
no guarantees that it will work but
if enough people care it might work
by midday the capital is lost in deferring of appointment, illegal assembly and illegal protest of speech, past speech of the governance and the executive, insurmountable halls of congress have no cause for speech in between coordinated attack points.
the cowardice grows in the hands of the general's might.
deprived of voice the eldest child is thrilled and in traitors steakhouse
Defeat in economy is a misuse in good governance
Defeat in beauty is lack in empathy and self-initiatives
Defeat in numbers of men who will depend the country
Defeat in humanity is selfishness
Defeat in transparency is lack in service
Defeat in trust triggered betrayal
Defeat in love is enemy's war influence
Defeat in money is lack opportunity
Defeat in education is innocence enmity
Defeat in faith is Satan's bows and arrows
Defeat in Satan's wiles is God's victory.
The Chiefs went to New Orleans to do a war dance.
However, they got burned by the seat of their pants.
It seems Custer at Little Big Horn had a better chance.
The team was hoping to win their third Super Bowl in a row.
Unfortunately, the fruitless effort was a no-go.
Come Monday morning, plenty of Kansas City fans felt pity.
What they saw on their screens the night before was not pretty.
The game led them to say what we too often hear:
"We will get our act together and come back next year".
The winner of the women’s match,*
An absolute surprise,
Delighted all the fans who know
How hard she always tries.
In forty-nine attempts, she never
Had a Grand Slam win
And posing with her trophy,
She could not contain her grin.
The runner-up, whom everyone,
(Which did include herself)
Expected to go home and add
That trophy to her shelf,
Displayed, for all to see,
A rather nasty fit of pique.
She smashed her racket on the ground
While uttering a shriek.
She said she had to let off steam
And thus was cut some slack,
But as a pro, she should have known
To hold that anger back.
We’re only human, that is true,
Though athletes who compete
Should, in public, hold their heads high
With a win or in defeat.
*Australian Open
Victory and defeat
have the same end -
they pass away.
Bitterness dissolves
as does the sweet taste
salivated in a triumphant win.
Joy shares the same mystery
with suffering when
confronted by a why.
Civilizations come and go -
kings, queens and politicians
become powder in the crevices
of time. Be kind -
all is a brief dream
playing out in the eternal
slumbers of the Divine.
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