Massive, monumental, mammoth, mighty, and marvelous
Has my magnificence been devoid of arduousness?
With an unknown collision of plates, as though two hearts
With folding, faulting, and fondling, nature creates my parts.
There's in me, life-like evolution and involution.
Volcanoes and earthquakes bring me inner persecution.
I try to grow tall with my steep, sharp, sloping, sliding sides.
Within my compassionate folds, any scared creature hides.
With snow capped peaks, valley glaciers, and river gorges
I've flora and fauna that are gorgeously glorious.
Caring cliffs call the creatures to the peaks to touch the sky.
Fountains, streams, and rivers from me towards the sea flow by.
Amidst strong stone shifting, rock rifting, and boulder bouncing
Amidst storms, rains, avalanches, landslides, and floods, astounding
I exist, as the plains and seas, a part of the cosmos.
When and how I'll rise or fall, the Almighty alone knows.
What are your identity and name?
are you on the town’s outskirts?
are you struggling to get in and take?
or slit your throat and stop this nonsense
stay happy when dying in the dark
don't burn in hell or let Satan steal your soul.
Written: November 07, 2022
Long Live Brussels!
We need to fight back,
And in arduousness react,
Without restraint or hesitation,
And blame in aggression.
Islam and faith must go down,
They must subside in renown,
Islamophobia is more credible,
Because of terrorism indelible.
There’s something wrong,
With religion’s repeated song,
Which assimilates radicals,
Who are potential criminals.
It protects reactionaries,
And funds Jahidi armies,
Asking us to tolerate,
The more liberal delegate.
We must state the lines,
Of faith’s heartfelt pines,
By commending some,
And by banning the one.
I don't care what tomorrow may bring
It may be darkness, sunshine or rain
I know, I love you more than everything
And all of my worry is vain.
Though blizzards and arduousness may arise
Shadowing the brightness of our life
We'll never be frightened by the dark skies.
No matter what evils betide
Why should we care? Because tempest will blow
We'll freely go together through,
Holding you close by my side
Because you're forever mine...!!!
The cloak closet was fairly clean
A brief dust would do it
Then pouring rain set in two days
Leaving white walls unfit
Now the closet isn't sparkling clean
From those down stream's dribbles
On the clean outside all looks well
Inside black ink scribbles
A hard untidy job ahead
Removing the contents
A stinky, stressful employment
Arduousness presents
All purpose cleaner in strong hands
Spray, scrub to beat the band
Unsuccessful accomplishment
Step back, look, the job scanned
Momma said soap and water cleaned
Anything but the soul
But when cleaning problem items
Doubt settles, loose control
Then within my spirit a voice
Bubbles a joyful toll
Just say a prayer for cleansing
And He will make one whole
Finis'
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