PERSEPHONE
The rivers on the rise
Fires sweeping through the trees
You gather up the strings
Loose, your memories
letters under sweaters
All the useless things
Bind them all together
That meant so much to me
Laying out your tarot
Spinning in the air
A flower on the gallows
By letting down your hair
Melting in a forge
A lock without a key
Hecate with her torch
To your Persephone
Waiting out your limbo
To leave without a trace
Searching for that window
Stepping into space
Diana with her arrow
Her hounds of hurt and love
One to wound with words
One to lick the cuts
Talking over coffee
Leading to affairs
Writing me that letter
And stepping off the chair
Hecate aided Demeter by searching for Persephone through the night with her torches, later becoming Persephone's companion in the underworld.
HOLODOMOR
How the sun slept
Cradled in wheat
Far off in fields
Just within reach
Demons defiled
Aided by plows
And all that is wild
Cried as we howled
We feasted on flesh
The hunger of hate
And our finger's bled
Clawed the fresh graves
We dragged off the dead
Called them by name
Like curs, how we growled
And cried as we ate
Opening the door to an unscripted way,
I journey into the day,
Guided by a blooming ray,
I hold onto hope and pray.
I walk into the daylight,
Though I am trailed by the night,
I am aided to fight,
By something beyond sight.
I may not be in full bloom,
I may be weary from the gloom,
Spiritual songs pervade my room,
Freeing me from every fiery fume.
Life is a vast field,
Where dutiful hands gather the yield,
Doggedness holds the shield,
As I navigate all that life may wield.
June 29, 2026.
her knowledge of psychometry
aided the mystic Fanny Fee
holding your watch, she could tell
whether you were sick or incredibly well
when she held your ring, she would know
whether you should stay or simply go
marital advice she gave to many
it was cheap too, did not cost twenty
With the external world having faded,
we look out for consciousness contraction,
prior to onset of our reaction,
which is by watchful focus blockaded.
Breath by breath by bliss magnetism aided,
our choice to remain poised in inaction,
light of Self subject not to refraction,
bliss of our heart is not for angst traded.
Our is-ness of being-ness is revealed,
being the direct path we walk upon,
refusing to be by thought forms decoyed,
by using bliss beats as a sturdy shield,
that as each heartbeat ushers a new dawn,
we shine as God’s light, pure and unalloyed.
It was bound to happen
Man and dog.
The bond between them
an agreement, arrangement, a friendship
First dogs were workers
aided man in needed task
Herding, hunting, guarding
over time they became companions
pets, friends, loyal and loving.
Prayers people pray for their dogs
the love they have for them seems to rival
affection even over their own children.
A dog's love is unconditional and loyal
A child's, a subject for another day.
The Bible does not seem to think highly of dogs
but over time God's hand redeemed them.
People pray for their dogs, for their well being
for their health and their souls.
So many prayers can they not be answered?
The love God gave man for their pets
especially the dog. He knew it would happen.
I believe like our human loved ones
our beloved dogs are in Heaven too.
What a reunion that will be to be reunited
with every dog you ever had.
You know it is hard for a dog to wait
for their masters, An eternity of happy tail wagging.
Dogs are in Heaven. Prayers answered.
Je meurs de seuf auprés de la fontaine ...
I die of thirst beside the fountainhead,
and am least seen where most I am displayed.
Shadows are my substance. I am paid
in ghostly coin to counterfeit the dead.
Under a sagging sky, my dreams are fed
on winds blown far from lands where time has ceased,
in which alone still lives a present, pieced
together from the leavings of instead.
Where most my strength is needed, force has fled,
and those I’ve aided offer me no aid,
and wanting’s self is caged by having, weighed
down hopelessly in place by wings of lead.
Where most I hunger, I am nourished least,
a silent specter famished at the feast.
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At the center of London 2025 farmers and
Supporters came, this upon tractors the farmers did..Which is of their typology
I do not kid.' Intrinsic to their role in any land that i know, farmers drive tractors into
Town, unless you were real thick.? Its just
Sort of 'how they roll' persecution for so doing, is so plain to view
Like a rusty barn roof, don't know about you ?
nly un-just.' Which in
Itself is un-lawful..To do so is a must, and real true.' So much misscarrige of justice happened today.' Aided and abetted, plain
As the day.' As large as the konk of sadiq
khan.' If it were any longer he could park it s barn..' Say!! Maybe thats his plan, to divest some good men of goods and chattels.' So his nose could be covered instead of some country hens.' Anyway its
All a mockery.' Time to call time soon..Or the madness of woke ideaology will send good farmers to the moon.' An a penal servitude.' And no matter at all the cost.'
As they have stolen so much money.' Its only the responsible who will bear the loss.'
Questions rolled through my meek emotive drift.
No answer quick aided my bleak heart rift.
Was this just my intended soul growth hit
or aimed as her fear and faith lesson kit?
Could this drama be a shared karma script?
The same tree roots nurtured us until grown.
The same backdrop displays memories sown.
Never had our love absorbed a sharp tone.
Unconditional love has always shown.
Damn the man for using my love for her
as a hush guarantee bound to occur.
She may never know a heart saboteur
growls beneath his displayed domestic purr.
I knew I must forgive the man some day
but first I wished God to direct my way.
My senses listened for a vibe array.
In time, spirit flashed an answer display - -
For now her growth entails false lived merry
over emotions heavy to carry.
Acceptance released all held contrary.
As for the ass, he’s at karma’s mercy.
FRATERNAL POLITICAL PARTY AWARENESS
When it comes to you and me,
Be aware of the chosen political party:-
We’ve been aided and deceived
By both major political party’s decree:-
When you check history and ourstory,
You will discover each party’s mockery:-
Hey, it’s not about which party all of the time; rather,
It’s about which of the two is pontificating the lesser crime:-
Check it out, Republicans as well as Democrats will choke,
As they viciously seek out money rather than our priceless vote:-
Thus, when it comes time to cast our priceless vote,
Navigated by political wisdom, choose the weakest rope:-
Then, go forth in future works to bring about equity,
Irrespective of the POTUS’s chosen political party:-
aided by divine magnetism
thoughts in mind no longer arise
all is cognised in an instant
just like a beauteous sunrise
breath by breath, as such we remain
as a deep peace engulfs our form
graced by epiphanies that dawn
we’re the centre of love’s bliss storm
In the souls of those who pray
An illuminating light will shine
Guiding the blessed wanderer on his way
Aided by God’s grace divine
………………………………
The soul in radiance shines
Beholding a blessed beauty of a holy saint
Now exiting from material times
To enter a paradise only poetry can paint
…………………………….
Where righteousness and goodness reign
A Paradise where God lives in eternal bliss
Here never is there any sorrow or pain
All rest in God’s presence giving thanks and a kiss
……………………………………………
In the souls of those who pray
An inner light like mental eyes
Gazes out on the world
And its secret life is realized
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Of the souls of those who pray
This is what they say.
Unvoiced intent before release,
heart’s desire seeking expression,
aided by God’s will, flows with ease,
which ego begins to question.
Light of Self veiled behind thought forms,
feeling no longer bliss beat’s chime,
blown like a leaf in life’s fierce storms,
causes pain in linear time.
Thought cessation is then the way,
to awake in this lucid dream,
poised in stillness we then don’t sway,
in this life we ourselves did stream.
Intent, our will, God’s grace the boon ~
All’s well if we choose not to swoon
Puffed to the brim with inane pride,
You strut about like a sparkling bride,
Displaying invulnerabilities that sting
Sharper than wild porcupinish being.
You fathom neither humanity
Nor harm of your callous inanity;
You ever frolic and chest-thump
And mock and onwards trump.
You’re aided by bloody malice
Of hell ever bereft of peace,
And abetted by the unhearing
Of heaven amid ills so searing.
So how long shall you trample,
You unfeeling impish trampler?
And dole out such endless trouble,
You most callous restless troubler?
ON AIDING AND ABETTING WAR
(A Perceived 5-7-5 Perspective)
Children begged for food,
They gave them bullets of death:
Starvation aided:-
Murdering children,
Is sanctioned in times of war:
Even by parents!?
Being quiet is
Aiding and abetting war:
Let’s get to screaming!
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