The seagulls circle me
They’re swallowed by their own greed;
I can’t trust them
They’ve been picking away at my appetite,
I’m starved.
I haven’t wanted to eat in days.
They’ve taken everything from me.
My lungs hold air no more,
The seagulls have punctured them
All I can do is lie here
Skin on bone
They picked at my heart.
It aches
All it does is ache
It hasn't stopped
Every beat pumps me with dread
I feel sick
I feel like throwing up every word I've written about you.
It's your fault I'm here
You gave me the bird seed
And I trusted you enough to listen when you told me where to stand
Now I'm lying on the ground.
The surface of my flesh is uneven.
There are pieces missing
I tried to stand
I tried,
I really did
Swaying,
Unbalanced,
I fell back to the ground
I give up
I'll die looking at the sky
Full of seagulls.
There holding up the belt, they said thpingall was questionable, the match was almost equal, clearly the 3 in the fall was a two with a right lifted shoulder. I still have the Trophy they championship committee drew a line and divided the championship.Neither disputed or unified, status; challenged, dually challenged.
Friction between promotions.Gelled over and squash, is going in storage for winter. They drew up the thinga muh jigg, in blueprint. Found folk to engineer it into existence, built it up,divided folks interests as who was or is. Promoted, a bout,found a venue. Conjarred up a show, now we gotta get the peoples asses to sit with there passes. They are talking about inventing the automatic vender. Where all men can sit order grub and chill! Man we got some work to do.
It’s All About Perspective
How would you feel,
If you went home today
To find a strange creature
Had entered your cave
While you were away?
You would you feel,
If you looked in your bed
To find sleeping there soundly
A wee human head?
Would you be angry?
Would you see red?
How would you feel,
If some golden-haired brat
Had gobbled your supper
And shattered the chair where you always sat?
What would you do?
How would you handle that?
How would you feel,
If the door to your cave
Had been kicked in by a kid
Who just could not behave?
Would you rumble and roar
Or just rant and rave?
No one would blame you,
If you got really mad
With a dimpled-faced terror who destroyed all that you had.
That’s how many would feel, but
Isn’t it sad
That no one had taught her
How not to be bad?
Don't you forget about God
Kids it was you God that
Gave your life after
He created you
In his Image
And now your kids are
Vaping
Also you think vaping
Is cool
Kids you don't know that
You are
Destroying your health
AIso you are going to
Die young
Also your kids drink
Beer
Your kids are destroying
Your liver
Also your kids don't believe in God
The taste too sweet
like drips of honey and meat
Your scent in the air
Your hair on my pillow
body in my bed
Your taste too sweet
like love when our eyes meet
The touch of sin
the taunt of when
I taste You again.
What a way to begin the week,
A crystal blue sky reflected in a Mediterranean sea.
A Thousand Kisses Deep by Leonard Cohen,
The melody that is, not the words
Waft out from the speaker
Of the beach front hotel
In Port de Pollenca, Mallorca.
I'm biding my time, gazing onto the calm
With, coffee and treat.
There's nothing blue about this Monday
An unexpected moment of,
Bliss and solitude
Takes hold
Where everything is perfect
In a sometimes, imperfect world.
The trumpet players lips caress the melody
of; A Thousand Kisses Deep.
Sending out its waves onto a
Blue Mediterranean bay.
Then a text bleeps,
'Leaving in five.'
I arise, take up my bike and walk
In step and on the right note
For the day ahead.
Although we all enjoy
Looking at beautiful things,
Appearance is shallow
And often means nothing.
However, if to take a deeper look
Is the option we choose,
We'll find colourful qualities
As jeweller finds rainbow hues.
For like the facets in a diamond,
True inner beauty radiates.
A mere glance will miss so much!
Just a thought to contemplate.
The most extraordinary people
Are not the glamorous who pose.
Their beauty lies in who they are
And is as delicate as a rose.
They may not have a nightingales voice
Or the perfect figure.
But their hearts are golden
And couldn't be much bigger.
If you base your estimation
Of a person on their looks
You forget that this is just a backing
To their story book!
Taking time to turn a page or two,
Do you know what you will find?
Someone truly beautiful
Rare, precious and kind.
Empty, I look
through the hole…
The cardboard can be wrapped
with satin,
sparkled with glitter,
rolled in paint.
I have to run
to the hall closet,
retrieve
with undies
about my knees.
I grab three,
tear the paper,
empty…
Anxious as my thoughts paint out a canvas,
Tenuous strokes with each choke,
As I look at my hands, they soak,
Covered in blisters of oak,
As I wept through the saunter,
With no words their daughter says,
No peak at the herds,
Hoarsed around in their glammy gala,
Oh this fiesta, I could've taken a siesta,
Envied with this gluttonous rake over my bulging eyes,
Oh I'm shaken by this phrase,
Starved moons left to rot for this,
I cower with no fight to arise,
I begin to tremble with no cries,
Shots fired but it's only light,
I am in frame for only tonight.
Flakes of ashes brushed off,
From a face that aches of dust caught,
The departed days go unnoticed from the keyhole it peeks,
The "authority" goes by to sleep, if only it could speak,
Petrified by them, they say,
The ones who doze off through these, hurled with dismay,
Pillars in construction dropped off for hostile strikes to take place,
Harsh bombs, an arm extended in support from the gaze,
But to whom? the offenders who blitzes raids with no sign of ceasing,
To quickly exterminate the problem known as "citizens",
Citizens, the people flourishing in the land, with jobs, future and family,
They have hopes and dreams too, a bright tomorrow that they could relish,
All they wished for was to stay, not to partake in this misery play,
The lost and afraid, the scene unwraps to a brutal display,
I hope the gaze moves onto the ones in fray,
Despicable us, all we can do is pray.
100 Words About You
By Gregory L.
They gave me one hundred words to tell the world of you,
I knew before I started that a hundred wouldn’t do.
I wasted three on “I love you”—too common for something this rare,
Spent ten describing your beauty, then wished I had them to spare.
I burned through twenty on your smile, still never caught its light,
Spent fifteen on the peace you bring that lets my soul sleep at night.
Twelve tried explaining why your touch can feel just like home,
Yet without you, every word felt alone.
I spent ninety-nine describing everything that makes you shine,
Then saved the final word to thank God you are—
Mine.
In the folly of the posh
They would say golly gosh
Or probably just josh
About the white wash
Come out with some tosh
An off their trolley volley
As on the poor they nosh
Already under their cloche
But still they just kibosh
Plunder as migrants squash
Cast asunder by their cosh
AI blunder we cannot quash
Thunder of the slop & slosh
It's sh*t in the pit of mosh
But it is all about the dosh
So bish bash bosh
LIFE IS ABOUT TODAY , NOT TOMORROW: BE AWARE
Each day has its trials.
Today, shouldn’t be different;
Just give it to God:-
All days are given by God;
And He will guide you through them:
There’s crucifixion;
There’s also resurrection;
And there’s ascension:
All canvassing days given:-
In living each day,
In God’s healing grace,
Give Him the praises:
Parallel in peace and love,
Perpendicular in life:-
Each day we are given,
Just seek God’s navigation:
Jesus will guide you:-
A tomorrow may not come;
End each day in thanksgiving:
Ceuta is a Spanish city in North Africa (population: 80K people). On July 30-31, 2026 it was invaded by over 60,000 mostly young men (no women or children) who breached the border from Morocco. Some went back, but many thousands stayed or went to Spain and no one tried stop or expel them
To those who let the hordes come in:
You are the enemy within
And care not for folks of yours
The fiends walked through the open doors
They didn’t care for the law
The riots worst we ever saw
Payback when Spain Okay’s their stay
But own people they betray
Somewhere hides the “greater good”
Netflix or even Hollywood
Should pick the story of conquest
About how we lost the West
The Muslim savages are best
Failed breaks, all riled, brutal fest
They didn’t stop, run amok-crazed
Yet Spain’s “left” remain unfazed
They don’t belong, the devil’s seed
In our world, with our creed
Projection of the things to come
Continue play blind, deaf and dumb
August 5, 2026
In the park was a man
With a stroller, as well
As a dog on a leash,
Which he tried to compel
To begin the trip home,
But the dog wouldn’t budge.
Having neither at hand,
I guess I shouldn’t judge.
First the man gave a tug
In a joking-type way
As the dog flopped down flat,
Showing he meant to stay.
Then he flipped on his back
With his paws in the air,
Which is when I moved on,
So though I’m unaware
Of the outcome, I’d bet
Not a minute more passed
‘Til the leash got a yank
And they went home at last.
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