I know the night feels endless,
like the darkness found a place to stay.
But even the longest nights
eventually give way.
You may not see it yet,
but morning is on its way.
And the heart you thought was broken
can still learn how to beat again.
So breathe through the silence,
and hold on through the pain.
You don't have to have all the answers,
you just have to stay.
Because someday you'll look back
and realize you made it through.
The light was never gone,
it was just waiting
to find you.
Healing and dealing
Stealing and reeling
Feeling the feeling
Wheelies down the spillway
Three’s a thrill
Another bill
Still...
I will!
Chill, with the window sill,
Skilled at raiding the mills,
Tilled until everyone who wants a chance can dance until-
The rest are nil haikus 4 reiki suing spells four ewe
I’ll hang with Jill ... s
Between the body and soul is the mind
between the mind and the body is intelligence
imagination to the mind brings
life into the world
and to introspect into the mind
adds to the fulfillment of the desire
life is a dream between birth and death
as the clouds over the mountain
lies between heaven and the floor below
the feet that persevere knowledge
will reach the edge of the shore
where the waves from the ocean
creates a cemetery on the sand
between knowledge and ignorance
between darkness and light
the opportunity exists to choose
between wrong and right
what is this body
without a soul but only an empty vessel
to leave behind
the winds of change will come
and the buds will spring again
to blossom with the wind
what is this soul without a body
can one prove it's a ghost
it's an illusion of the mind
to believe what is untrue
the magnet of inspiration
symbolizes truth
which is the source of energy
for life to flow
where beyond the horizon
when the sunset will disappear
above in the heaven
the soul will glow.
Iran,
do not
fear.
You are
a civilization
seven thousand
years old.
Before
America
was born,
you existed.
Before
Europe
awakened
to a new
age,
you gave
the world
innovation.
While kingdoms
were still
finding
their paths,
you built
roads.
You gave
us
algebra
in mathematics.
You gave
us
The Canon
of Medicine,
used
throughout
Europe
and Asia
for centuries.
Your scholar,
Al-Biruni,
accurately
measured
the radius
of the
Earth.
It was
your mystic
and philosopher,
Zoroaster,
who gave
the world
the early
concepts
of good
and evil.
Rumi,
the great
poet
and Sufi,
walked
upon
your soil,
and continues
to inspire
the world.
When we
look
into science,
we bow
our heads
and say,
thank you
to the
great Persian
thinkers.
No one
can destroy
you,
for you
are
the beginning
and the
end.
You are
the Alpha
and the
Omega.
You are
now
rising.
i like to move it
so i can call it
my fazballs itch
it needs scritch
its now bleeding
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
my fazballs are now gone
Islam.
You are
the last born,
favored by God.
You call Him
Allah.
Some whisper,
that God
in reverse
becomes
Dog.
You are
not merely
a religion.
You are
a way
of life.
In the
seventh century,
you were born.
Christianity
and Judaism
are your
elder brothers.
Not
your enemies.
Christianity
has grown old.
You,
Islam,
are the youth.
May you
reach
the world,
not through
violence,
but through
peace.
Through love.
You are
no longer
a child.
More than
1.9 billion
people
follow you.
Great
is your
responsibility
upon
your shoulders.
When I walk
the streets
of Europe
and America,
many
young men
and women
knock
upon
your door.
Whether
Sunni
or Shia,
you were born
from
the same
womb.
Some
will hate
you.
Others
will love
you.
May your
moral values
be cherished.
May they
be honored.
Islam,
the world
now watches
you.
Lead
with wisdom.
Lead
with mercy.
For in
the mosque,
the faithful
proclaim,
"Allahu Akbar."
God
is the
Greatest.
the green rain splashes
into muddy field water-
hope's cultivation
Ali Khamenei,
a Shia cleric
and the Supreme Leader
of Iran.
Today,
many in Iran
weep for your passing.
To many,
you were a symbol
of conviction
in difficult times.
To others,
your legacy
remains deeply debated.
You lived
through years
of conflict,
sanctions,
and uncertainty.
The storms of history
followed your footsteps.
The Middle East
bore witness
to war,
loss,
and generations
searching for peace.
Supporters remember
your steadfastness.
Critics remember
your decisions.
History
will continue
to examine
both.
Leadership
is never carried
without burden.
Power
is never remembered
without consequence.
Today,
a chapter closes.
Tomorrow,
history will decide
how your life
is understood.
May those
who mourn
find comfort.
And may the future
bring wisdom,
justice,
and lasting peace
to the people
of Iran
and the Middle East.
Rest in peace,
Ali Khamenei .
The one I call sister is gone
Where can I find her
When I feel all alone
I look for her name
and something new
Her voice was my company
My foreign view
I need this feeling
A way to touch
Behind the battle lines
Both of us
My danger is only
Constant fear
After years of knowing
She disappears
Words so sweet
They satisfied
They always rang of truth
And never lied
And here I come to this address
Her absence the cause of my distress
I never thought
to have a daughter in the army
Bombs exploding,
Buildings falling
I wonder if she sleeps at night
Or listen for noises that cause great fright
O Lord, My God
If you hear
Be her shelter
Let her know we care
Worth every penny although the pennies were made of adamantine freely smelted in finite charnel kilns, so vested and vain, that cruel shadows balked not against the weekend of endless paraduece though not one such thing was found since the recompense. It's another world, another word, another facet of divulgence but it ends here. This line the last: by inauspicious supplicants the temerity folds over more than eternity, it precludes the none of the course, CCTV look at last for the last time, monster of the manifold, final breath, look your last.
I hope the day death comes and takes me,
it embraces me, holds me right,
and soothes the child in me, who's still crying.
I hope the day death embraces me,
it rains hard
and washes all the hate for myself in my heart
I hope the day death embraces me I
Don't see dead kids inside adults
I hope death embraces me
Because I know a no truer dead corpse than me
I hope the day death embraces
It washes the hate before taking me
I hope the day death embraces me
It makes a false promise
You will be loved unconditionally
THREATS FROM CIRO GARGANO AND HIS PROSTITUTE JAMAICAN JHORE BREAKING INTO HOMES IN CYPRESS LAKES SEARCHING FOR MARRIAGE CERTIFICATES BIRTH CERTIFICATES VETERANS INFORMATION SADLY DD214 EXPOSED TO THIS CRIMINAL GROUP WE HAVE PLACED FRAUD ALERT ON OUR LIVES THIS EXTREME IDENTITY THEFT ATTACKS. BEGAN WITH ATTEMPTS TO MURDER ME JU THREATS DEMANDING I ALLOW A JAMAICAN ILLEGAL IMMIGRANTS PROSTITUTE FROM CIRO GARGANO STABLE OF FLESH PEDDLERS PERPUTRTATE FRAUD UPON ME AND THE MILTARY ORDER OF THE PURPLE HEART IN ORDER TO EXTORT MY HUSBAND PURPLE HEART VALOR TO FEED TO CRIME BOSSES LIVING IN FLORIDA WITH NO HEALTHCARE NO DEALYOU CANNOT EXTORT MY IDENTITY I HAVE 8 CHILDREN I AM ON ALL THEIR BIRTH CERTIFICATES ******* YOUR JHORE NEEDS TO BACK OFF AND FLEE BACK TO JAMAICA LEAVE MY FAMILY ALONE WE ARE AMERICAN ITS TRULY SAD WATCHING SUCH TERROR UNFORLD UPON OUR MILTARY FAMILY LIVING HERE IN CYPRESS LAKES BELIEVING ITS SAFE AND ITS NOT HOME INVASIONS REKEYING SENIORS HOMES TO TAKE THIER INSURANCE POLICY WILLS MILITARY RECORDS TO FEED TO KILLERS HITMEN RETIRED HITMEN ATTACKING VETERANS AND THEIR FAMILIES NO DEAL THREATS BLACKMAIL NO DEAL WITH CIRO GARGANO AND HIS JHORES ISIS IDENTITY THIEVES
An earthy palette
of hues,
blue-greens, and
muted tones of melancholia
safflower oil imparts a
blue period
colors made from
our terrestrial
fruit of flora
reflecting
depth of destitution
giving or receiving
the act of charity?
The girl lifts
their spirits
with humble offerings
collective souls
connect completely
moods moving,
welcoming warmth
of the broth soup’s
steamy ardent aroma,
awakening the dormant
and pitiful perils prolonged
sense of taste
A choice expounding
in what is seen
and unseen,
an elder’s mindful
symbiosis, steaming
savory clouds
of translucent
silvery solvents
from a slumped stance,
vigor spent
Do NOT hurry me,
I keep it simple, stupid...
I know this sucks.
Emirati Glitterati…sold their soul
All for an arty farty party so dull
Each troll got a very simple goal
Going for gold their Faustian role
Befriend astro knoll on pretend atoll
Look at me vanity but never a lull
Narcissist fantasy look like a doll
Maybe botox detox don't annul
Tax free captivity in goldfish bowl
Not like before well war takes its toll
Rakes get the shakes out of control
Save me plea on every single scroll
Fakes & flakes on the make must cull
Hard not to laugh at whole rigmarole
Tragic they chose their Arabic hellhole
Goodbye to Dubai magic back to Hull
Mull over becoming a prole on the dole
If there was a poll would say Tres Drole
Or on insular influencer peninsula "LOL"
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