Oh, overseer of precious population
waterkeeper
'tis
wastewater
&debauchery
Mentor of well being
&human aid
our youth dying,
away with immunization
prominent denier
medicus defiance,
aegrotus, the child,
mentor what is your alliance?
even when he’s cut to pieces,
a true warrior is one who fights for a cause
he never abandons the battlefield
when injustice becomes law
resistance becomes duty
a true leader leads with strength
& compassion
this one hides & denies, lies
his soul they buy
ruling with his ancient alibies
how can you protect us
with helminths of your own,
our fate in your hands
what is this that commands?
conveyor of danger
binger of skepticism
& lost cause
begone, bygone
you are not,
food for thought
Freedom and natural law?
Man was born
Free to run
For his life
And fight for his bone.
The masses abrogate freedom
For warm walls and bread.
Who would surrender
Themselves to freedom
But the reckless or enraged?
What is more natural
Than the freedom of wolves,
Than fear and hunger?
The wilderness is beautiful
And as natural as death.
Who abandons himself
To run afield?
Man returns to the barn,
Comes home with the cows.
The wolves run free.
Nature gives them the moon.
With beauty and brutality
The gift is given.
God tells us he has laws, laws that will make us have everlasting death if we fail to follow.
God tells us from many stories, that there are ways to make us good and bad, that we need to live and pray throughout our days, to follow God and his ways.
Our God has many times given us strength to continue on, to make us see a clearer way on our path home to God and our promised life.
God sometimes abandons us, leaves us alone because of our acts, acts of failures to be good that lead us astray and cause us to feel blue.
God has always been, he continues to be part of our life, we pray that we are following all the ways that make us have brighter and brighter days, and lead us to our everlasting life.
God is zealous, he has fought, he tells us he wants no one else to replace his laws, throughout history we are reminded, that many will perish, and not make it to everlasting life.
We pray for all to live a life of God, to find the path of good, to live and pray that all will be well.
Lifting prayers to God today and always.
No longer does the subtle breeze
Bring relief on searing days
Hidden below the willow trees
Wherever love-thick fades
And leaves bleed
Or with the shadows on the moon’s farside
Along the dark lagoons
Of forever abandons collide
And where no one notices extremes
Swarms of wasp stings
Sluggish are the foothills furthermore
No way into the clouds
Forgotten by them
Love’s tragedy victims
Are hers to spare
The bond of love,
Amoris giver, no longer is seen there
Numb are the empty wells
Tears no longer fall
Dry are the fields
Where she lays her lowered head
Nor do the flames of affection feel
Not even the weeds sway across the fleshy
Fruits that fall for her,
She is anonymous
After all
blinded by blue
I'm outside looking in
racing with the moon
to be near you
the moon abandons its shadow
I abandon myself
twilight, is daylight, is night
once again ~
as the ocean drifts to join you
you are held aloft by the reposed breeze
I know not
if you inhale
the scent of those flowers
guide my path
as I venture onwards
to be the mist
that gathers on your skin
the air
that whispers
in your ear
to be the silver light of the moon
that bathes you each night
from sky to ocean
as blue fades into blue
painted into forever
I offer myself to you
"Tis a chancy thought, that life is but clear fantasy,
more, a traumatic nightmare of what gives man such glee
as to desire (and make) a fortune and call it justice.
I leave you with these words from John Williams', Augustus...
“One does not deceive oneself about the consequences
of one's acts; one deceives oneself about the ease with
which one can live with those consequences."
Is mankind most likely to highly treasure that which he abandons?
Love’s moonbeams, collectivist pleasures, cast spells much like charlatans.
Dancing with the devil is dangerous, not discerning the degree of no return.
Does choosing the protagonist purpose in life justify heaven eterne?
Paints through tools; read with logical reasoning
Change conventional beliefs; abandons traditional probability
Coordinate figures in league with attributes; Polished audience inquisitiveness
Challenges the aside; make out the take of possibility
Poets are never ashamed
To own we have been wrong
It is a way to be glad
We are strong
As a poet
Making out fortunes off problem
I become problems alternate
Advanced clown of Adam
As I'm always hoping
To be improving
Agreed it is of fact
I have become wiser in act
This pen will not seize
Not to the quest of phase
The height of my dreams' gees
Making it go ablaze
Search for me following the lodestar,
A pearl of love whose tears drip on silk.
Through squinting eyes, the moon abandons
The sky of uninspiring gray hues.
Leaden clouds sailing and tearing through,
Moving forth; with a breath beneath a
Heaven's dream, my being it commands.
In the healing balm, please search for me.
They say
you value only what you lose.
They say Africa is poor.
I say
Africa is gold.
Here lives Ubuntu.
“I am because we are.”
And because we are,
I live.
The land gives freely.
Food grows without begging.
The earth is warm.
Even sleep is kind.
It is as if
God lingered longer here.
As if creation paused
and smiled.
There were no street children.
No hunger of the soul.
Until strangers arrived
with maps and hunger.
In Europe,
every man is alone.
In Africa,
everyone belongs.
Our poverty is not soil.
Not resources.
It is the captivity
of the mind.
Africa, listen.
Your greatest enemy
is not Europe.
It is forgetfulness
within yourself.
They endure many winters.
You live in endless summer.
And heaven has always preferred
the sun.
They dream of you.
They long to stay.
While you flee
your own miracle.
Think twice, Africa.
Gold that abandons itself
becomes dust.
(30.4.75: the USA abandons its ally, South Vietnam:
Darwin Judge is the last American to die in Saigon)
Don't ever tell me this was dignified.
I never want to hear of heads held high,
of brothers-in-arms, or marching out with pride.
Just take the pain. It's how it was. Don't lie.
On Wednesday April thirtieth, we ran.
We scurried from the post we should defend,
abandoning the flag, the 'wife', the plan.
We scrambled out, and didn't take our friends.
They washed up all around us, thick as kelp.
To linger here was worse than death. They knew.
Whom else but us could they beseech for help?
We climbed aboard without them. Off we flew.
"White Christmas" played bizarrely, over again,
and big white guys with guns backed from the line
where squatted cooks and cleaners, handymen.
Our time had come to go. This was the sign.
We were their only hope. But, on the sly,
(John Wayne we weren't. Not even Dennis Hopper.)
so no-one would wise up, we - Semper Fi -
snuck sheepishly aboard the final chopper.
In my Hour of Darkness—still—
The Sun forgets—to Rise—
And every Bird—abandons—Air—
For Silence—Paradise—
The Candle—burns—a quieter Flame—
Than Morning—ever knew—
Its trembling Soul—a Whisper sends—
To Shadows—passing through—
I fold—my Spirit—like a Robe—
Around—its tender Ache—
And lean—upon—Eternity—
For Solace—it can’t make—
For Light—is not—of Lantern born—
Nor borrowed—from the Sky—
It blossoms—in the Blackest Place—
Where only—Angels—cry—
A stitch past nine on borrowed time
memories rushing back
The Wolf is feasting in Grandma’s bed
Red Riding Hood a snack
A Cow gets ready to jump again
but the moon drops from the sky
Humpty Dumpty on the floor
Tweedle-dum starts to cry
A candle burns for Jack’s last jump
his waiting funeral pyre
The Stepmother screams, Cinderella hides
her daughter’s dress on fire
Little Jack Horner abandons his corner
curds harden and whey runs aground
With Mother Goose fleeing — the Grimm Brothers die
not a child in sight to be found
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
Obstruction to Department of Justice is resignation and contempt
Per delay of justice
Justice of the peace
Free Speech obstruction
Case at the podium?
Three of the five captains in the Sheriff’s Office were notified this week they are under an Internal Affairs investigation, according to the deputy and sergeants unions.
The significant investigation into top officers in the Sheriff’s Office rank-and-file comes as the county awaits the results of a two-week evidentiary hearing that will inform whether the Board of Supervisors should remove Sheriff Christina Corpus for misconduct and retaliation
Reference common sense or request stand aside as holster cannot approach gavel or robes.
Otherwise custody must be taken of faculty for contempt.
None are in financial abandons realm of eminent loss of life from neglect.
Justice is not blind only silence for the deaf neglect the speech of poverty.
The poor writing are literally a parallel in and against overt war acts.
USPS 2010 : Mother Teresa 100 Anniversary
Overcoming many ups and downs,
pacing the pious path God paved for her,
Mary Teresa born in Albania
became Mother Teresa in Calcutta.
Tormented by the agony of the destitute
she brought them to her home,
to where she felt they should be,
for everybody in her eyes is born equal.
She heard dedicated the divine call
of compassion resonate within,
reverberating as the voice of the Lord
in the dark nights of the sick.
The benevolent soul got beatified
and she was canonized in due time.
The ever caring mother entered
the holy sanctum of sainthood.
Raising her passion for the human service
to the ethereal heights of fortitude,
she emerged in the Missionaries of Charity
as the fountain of joy for the needy.
The citadel of empathy she created
decades ago with the bits of her heart,
abandons even now the tears of the indigent,
although she has gone to her heavenly abode.
“To be abandoned by your own
is the most painful sadness known”
_by Poet
She lives alone, although her son lives there
a floor below- but they are worlds apart.
He comes and goes without a single care;
this sad abandon stabs his mother's heart.
He pays no rent or helps with any chores.
Her food's delivered- ordered on the phone.
She cannot drive or visit any stores.
So with a broken heart, she deals alone.
Three other children live some miles away
and try to visit her throughout the year;
but cannot force their sibling to obey
and help their mother out by force or fear.
Abandoned now at eighty-two years old;
how does a mother deal with such great pain?
To get him out, the family was told,
“You can't expel a son from their domain.”
No course exists to remedy this wrong,
a son who so abandons her this way.
No reasons for his actions came along
for her to live this hell from day to day.
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