Shall I record every WORD
Dreams given in the night
Should I seek confirmation
From those who don't know the Light
Should I show prophecy
And attest to the TRUTH
Open books of warning
I've given since my youth
Will Kings and kingdoms
Rise up and claim allegiance
Approving of WISDOM
They act out in appalling grievance
.....against all evil
That is of Spirit is Spirit
No flesh can clothe LOVE
The purity of His heart
Cannot align with anything that matter is made of
The eternal record is finished
Recorded on the Spirit of man
When the soul arrives in the space
The resonance reveals the plan
Unchangeable, undiminished
The resilience rings forth His glory
What a privilege to be
A single WORD in the everlasting story
....grace has walked us through
Written by Trudy Schrader on 09-23-2026
I’m feeling childish today.
I’ve got my pink socks ankle high.
I’m wearing platform boots to add an inch of height.
My belt sparkles when in contact with a ray of light.
I just set up my camera, everyone, watch me shine.
I’d play music and dance in the rain at night.
It’s a beautiful distraction from the lows of life.
I met a girl today, she said hi and smiled.
I’ll remember it when it’s time to sit and cry.
It’s sundown again, and the darkness creeps in.
No rain today, so I put on shades.
Can’t let anyone see the red in my eyes.
The music will carry me through — when I listen, time flies.
I’m not secure enough to open up to people.
I usually wait it out, till the feeling is neutral,
till it’s grey lights and auditory exclusions,
till it’s headaches, numbness, and seclusion.
I can’t remember what a heartbeat feels like.
I can’t remember what I want to feel like.
Once a while, when I’m feeling childish,
I act out emotions, like a ‘print and publish.’
Fifteen months ahead of me,
A steady hand I couldn't see.
When all the world was dark and cold,
You held the shelter I could hold.
Through foster doors and shifting ground,
You were the anchor that I found.
You raised me up, you stood up tall,
And kept me safe through it all.
Now high school starts, the days move fast,
I act out on the days gone past.
I give you grief, I make you sigh,
And let my attitude run high.
But suddenly the smoke gives way,
I see the debt I cannot pay.
The hidden burdens that you bear,
The quiet ways you show you care.
I see it now, the truth is clear:
You’ve been my strength through every year.
I’m sorry for the noise I make
Thank you for every step you take.
Why are you down, why are you mad, life changes, and things do not stay the same, think of the clown and smile, for everything changes just like the clouds.
Life can be beautiful, don’t throw it away, try to feel good, and choose another path, get on a path that is smooth like silk, one that makes you feel like dancing around.
I get it, sometimes life can get us down, it can get us unhappy and make us act out, but choose another way to vent, like the wind push the thoughts to another part of town, don’t throw it all away.
Life is the best, it has its ups and downs, like a road twisting, it can get us sick and sometimes make us feel bliss.
Don’t throw it all away, love and forgive, move forward and never throw your life away.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
Hey,
I’ve been dreaming
Dreaming,
Scheming and
Beaming
But now is the time to wake up and
Chase my dream,
Lest I be seen as
A dreamer
A schemer and
A loser
Dream can be your comfort zone
Pursuing dream can be your comforting moan
Achieving it will surely be your wondering throne.
So get up now and act out your dream.
Do you know the feeling?
That stirs deep inside your gut.
It clutches the heart inside the chest,
Fueling the adrenaline rush of fear.
My heart is beating out of my chest,
Leaving my limbs stuck in unrest.
All sound around me is silent,
My ears blocked it all...fret ?
Fear is crawling right up my spine ,
My light dimmer by the hovering dark cloud.
I feel my breath being wasted away,
I'm spiraling towards the darkness.
My eyes are clouded by unknown fear,
My tears eager to run down as pain's elixir.
I won't act out in front of everyone,
No one understands that gut wrenching feeling.
I feel it squeeze my lungs out of breath,
I'm quiet, as fear slowly consumes me.
Why me , why this premonition, the intuition,
Others tend to call it superstition.
It's like being invited to a front row seat,
To witness something gruesome to occur.
I have a feeling something bad is about to happen.
Their faces ‘don’t fit’
So we can’t put it on the news
- we don’t want to upset the likes
Of Benjamin Netanyahu
What will we tell our children ?
How many blind eyes will the world turn?
The world just stood and watched
As Gaza was bombed , flattened and burned
Sleep soundly Netanyahu
Tucked up in your comfy bed
But soon the Palestinian deaths you caused
Will wreak havoc in your head
May the sounds of thousands of screaming , dying children
Play constantly in your ears
May the souls of all you have killed
Act out on all your fears
As our governments conspires
to protect this war criminal
The rest of the world will take action
And condemn him to eternal hell
Bread hit them like a ton of bricks.
Bread can make one very sick.
Man minding his own business,
Quickly became a mayhem witness.
The teenage four, like the Joker’s core,
destroying aisles in the grocery store.
On a hot eve, they hit my man with a fighting bag.
It’s all a game…received more than a finger wag.
Like all good criminals they forgot camera’s rolling.
For act-out job, the manager - police would be calling.
But not until the chase and the chastening from victim.
Wrong guy - hoodlums shouldn’t have picked on him.
Life grew bland, banal, other B words
she said I need to gather a troupe
of like-minded sufferers
set up some auditions, form
a select band
we'll workshop the basics
characters, costumes
And then we'll act out the rest of our lives together
no need for cameras
or an audience
call it pure theatre
oh the dramas we will have
No it won't be any stranger than
singing in the parlour for friends
without a microphone, a paying crowd
you can call it the folk tradition
There wouldn't be haters if you ignored negative admirers
Are you really expecting honesty from a person who's a liar
Stay positive and expect the unexpected
Ignoring ignorance keeps you unaffected
You leave the house knowing you good in that dress
Yes the insecure are going hate so just ignore that mess
If most of us ignored ignorance road rage wouldn't be a success
Those who do things just for attention would fail in their quest
Ignorant people fuel their fire when they gain the attention of others
Why else does a spoiled child act out in public with it's mother
If you don't like ignorance then why do you stare at it
Listening to a person talking to himself knowing he's a drug addict
Have you seen the way people talk too loud just to be noticed
They would feel like a nobody if you would keep your focus
Ignorance becomes outraged when it doesn't get the attention it wants
Violence can't ignite or escalate if you ignore someone's taunts
Half the ignorant are defeated when you don't show a reaction
I ignore ignorance because i cant stand it with a passion
I remember he wore a dark, blue coat.
But remembering doesn’t mean much.
For a woman like me who feels fluttering and sees flying things.
I remember he wore a light, orange coat.
Then he turned into a traffic cone.
While I stepped into the street.
Nodding my head even without music.
Sound is forgettable.
Screeching cars feel bubbly and tumbling.
A coat of indeterminate color and appearance.
Means that they certainly won’t believe me.
He turned to me in an impossible, head turning way.
Painful, imperceptible.
Nodding along to the music instead.
I stepped in the street at 2:25 pm.
No one knows why I act out like this.
To me, danger is like an asteroid.
Always flying overhead, but I am an earthly boulder.
So danger to me is,
Just like me.
I had a few scrapes and bruises.
As I chased an impossible man.
I don’t think he’ll want to come back around here.
Knowing that there’s a person like me.
Life is an Act
As life marches on swiftly
As clocks tick incessantly
We, the shadows of existence
Act out our scenes
On the glorious global stage.
Are we heroes, are we failures?
Does the audience applaud or do they jeer?
Or do they bawl?
Our acts can enthrall
Or it can decimate us.
Are we role models?
Are we unworthy actors?
Do the youth stare in awe
Or do they cringe in horror?
What lessons are passed down?
What values are cherished?
Culture is eroded.
Language undergoes change.
Morals, ethics and values are mouthed
Devoid of meaning and understanding.
Words are spoken without feeling.
Actions robotic and plastic.
It must be nice to act out loud
And show the world of how you’re proud
Proud to live the American dream
With limitless opportunities for any esteem
Unless that esteem is made so small
By your people who wait for us all to fall
By being pressed into paper-thin size
As the cracks besides us collect our stack
You can hear the cries right before the shredded attack
If I should get punctured, laying leaking Crimson Tide,
call me Deacon Blues as I slowly start to die.
If they miss me, take it easy.
All is as it should be.
It's best to cut losses, cut ties, change your name, skip town, and grow a beard.. Like To-day, act now before patience sells out in turn I act out of character, and when I leave this is all that you'll talk about.
Our natural satellite departs slow.
Binds of the parasitic plant; first love ties.
The pulse on your neck is chattering, It's slurring its words.
Downtrodden, ragged, in rags soaking drenched and sitting comfortable in combustible liquid stenches.
Oblivious even in the question, oddly aggressively asking,
a straggly demand, expectant to be handed the light to smoke himself a real 'Death Sentence' cigarette.
The late moon is stunning, floating, acting like you're here and really you're staying, we all know that you're leaving.
What are we even thinking?
The only finger on the pulse plays to the beat of a night that reminds me of older days.
Guarded adversaries; imagine that.
The Heart Elapse.
Collapse.
Old and Grey or Rob the cradle to the grave.
My love life truly is humanities' first dumpster fire
Not a wife to the chosen man; just dust from the same pan
Never the true love of heavens disgraceful clipped sparrow
A myth to those who think they've felt sufferage conspire
The other women from times beginning; imagine if you can
If someone; anyone, would have split that apple with an arrow
Immortal our paring, eternal love designed to bloom but never tire
But blind faith stepped in; to act out our benevolent sovereigns plan
My immortality was sacrificed for so-called perfection based on one man's marrow
By refusing to submit, his wrath named me "Lilith" to damnations' highest level for a woman, I would...... aspire
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