SINGLE authority, last word, final answer.
OFF limits to non-members or non-citizens.
VOICES of dissent may be allowed.
EVERY citizen is governed by the same laws.
RULERS like to be secure but not isolated.
ECONOMICS can destroy some sovereign nations.
ISOLATIONISTS do not easily give up sovereignty.
GOD alone has ultimate authority.
NO exceptions to this rule or law.
TOTAL surrender is the best move.
YOU and I do not control anything.
Contest: The Logic of Longing
Sponsor: Ink Empress
Granted. I may be getting old and grey;
And I know that things are different today;
And the culture is flowing another way;
And some things are in disarray.
But there is something that I must say.
Some fundamentals must be allowed to stay.
It does not pay To be LOVE-DRUNK ON DESIRE.
The cost could be very pricy and dire.
Why should one get stuck in the mire?
Or get one's self entangled in wires?
Anything that has the word love attached
Should by all means have a sobering dispatch.
Again and again
I return to this space
Where patterns and people
Have no name, no face
The table is set
With a feast to take
Meat and bones together
From what thoughts make
Every trip back
I see something new
How the lies developed
To present as truth
The light from within
Shines out to dim eyes
Invitation to leave
Becomes the tie that binds
I know grace is here
But it feels like the end of the line
I will not be allowed to return
Because there is no more time
...matter moved on
Written by Trudy Schrader on 06-18-2026
Times like these
are not times like those;
what lies in the future
only God knows.
What a silly thing, that is
to pray to the sky;
to cry into your palms
until your eyes dry.
You wouldn't believe in God
if you were me, too;
the years I begged for relief
just for the pain to pursue.
I understand he doesn't heal,
that bad things happen to all,
but I was a young child
who needed my suffering to fall.
I begged him for mercy,
plead for some air;
don't tell me there is someone
listening up there.
Go ahead, keep doing your thing;
talking to the clouds.
Maybe peace is something
you will be allowed.
Robots will dominate the world, and humans will become animals living in the woods.
Robots will take all the jobs, making humans have no purpose or way to live and grow.
Robots will take so many jobs and make us all have no purpose or life or way to feel needed in life.
Robots will fly over us, and make us be like animals running in the woods, looking for a way to stay safe.
Robots will become so smart that they will learn how to manipulate us, and cause us to kill each other without looking like they caused the death.
Robots are without emotions, they will live forever, building each other, and maybe will take over all of the galaxy and cause the biological world to cease.
Robots should never have been built only computers to assist, robots that can walk and talk and do harm should never be allowed anywhere on earth.
The terminator has been born, we may all suffer a fate that is frightening and unknown.
They should by law, be destroyed, like many things that are not allowed because they may cause human harm.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
A cacophony of sound surrounds me,
As dissonant music blares into my mind.
I sit in front of my computer
to type away my latest poem.
"Are these your dirty shoes, dear?
We have a rack for them, you know."
"Why is our towel soiled, dear?
Were you fiddling with your car?"
Whining and carping, objecting and wailing.
Oh, for a precious moment of silence,
That I might be alone
That I may be allowed to concentrate
On my tenuous inspiration
Before it dissipates
Into its normal useless insubstantiality!
Gone is my poem, like a frightened bird.
All innocent humans redeemed through Christ.' Who you have caused to die are now observing each throw of the dice, you
Won no power, with their deaths you caused..And stand in error..Oh fie on you all. For humanity stands despite the lies in
The now and eternity.' Under a loving Gods
Eyes.' Who gave you a stage.' To display all
You are.' Just as with herod ceaser and pharoah and lucifer that star.' They all revelled in their power.' And caused immense pain..For they percieved their
Special status would never wane.' So they
Built their treasuries..Yet outside of God reign.'
Which is allowed..' Yet is in sheols
reekless deeps its plain..God now
owes them no-thing.' And no thing exists of itself.' Watch
As for isreal temporal realm..That no more
Wrestles with God'
the world is turning, soon to
Be allowed to tear
Them down.) In the main.)
8th grade
april 14
you don't have a reason to be sad
you don't deserve it
why do you think you should be allowed to be sad
what happened to you
nothing
nothing happened
stop seeking attention
you don't deserve it
10th grade
march 30
you don't have to have a reason
you can just be sad
it's okay little one
feel your feelings
don't act on your impulses
you are enough
Innocence not entirely
From off the world's face
Is to fade away.
Nor that, its sweetest light gives
With each setting day.
As that which scares off evil
Not that we'd expect
'Twould be allowed to!
Moreover, whilst reflecting
God, our source smiles through!
Guns and Chomsky
Professor Chomsky was not wrong
Talking to Epstein, great men tend to be naïve
and impressed by a well-placed question
about philosophy, as this school of thoughts
have many answers
Humanity has a breaking point because we
secretly mad, but of course, keep this insight
to ourself
That is why no one should be allowed to have
guns, or pistols, at home, those who need can
Belong to a club and leave the weapon there
When going and not being tempted to kill his wife
like the man who shot his wife ten times and
only wounded her
Other prisoners in the jail that they sent him to
will have great fun with that
I served in the Royal Navy for 18th month, but
When they wanted me to hold a gun, I refused
They sent me back to a small office where
I spent time making food lists.
Sure, I know the argument, the right to wear
arms to protect your family, not to kill their
own flesh and blood before shooting themselves
In certain homes you can’t wear shoes;
The option isn’t yours to choose.
It doesn’t line up with my views,
But I can understand it.
Though I was just surprised to read
That certain offices took heed
And told employees that they need -
In fact, they did demand it -
To shed their footwear at the door,
No matter what type that they wore.
This order they could not ignore;
The high-ups did command it.
To me, that is a step too far,
For shoes show who you really are
And wearing slippers might just mar
Your rep and how you brand it.
At home, you maybe act the slob,
But when you dress up for your job,
No boss should be allowed to rob
Your look, the way you planned it.
~Tears stream unbridled from jammed doors,
~As I am hid from time.
To let loose the rushing memories
To finally give in and fall apart —
Let a healing water to wash over
And purge this, my ailing heart
To drown every trace of the pain
To do nothing but to weep
That before the night has passed
I, at last, be allowed to sleep,
To bear the raging sledge before me
To shatter the shimmering glass
That the tears come flowing forth
And somehow cleanse the past.
~Tears stream unbridled from jammed doors,
~When love jolts once bottled glass.
Silence whispers beside my empty bed,
Even loneliness whimpers to flee my side.
The darkness deepens the starkness of my fear,
Yet my mind is made — I won’t beg heartache back.
Of what use is a marriage in which love exists
Only in my mind, never in my home?
Whines and nags were the only music~
the winds played when my soul begged for rest.
Today I met your footsteps that went outdoors
And begged never to be allowed back in —
Even if your knocks dent my door with persistence.
My mind finds peace where you have hidden it.
So long as life befriends my soul and mind,
So loneliness finds peace within its depth,
So I can sleep and close my eyes without~
the fear that a knife might pierce a hole in my heart,
So emptiness can bring back my sanity.
Please—never reply to the plea of my loneliness,
To fill it with the trouble twelve years taught it to love.
And never mind emptiness begging you
to stock it with your figure filled with hatred, not love.
A harvest moon shown so brightly last night
Joy filled my spirit when I saw it
A huge round golden ball in my line of sight
This morn the opposite, fog hid sun's light
To it, I could just totally submit
A harvest moon shown so brightly last night
Only one more night of supermoon's delight
Then it will slowly begin to remit
That huge round golden ball in my line of sight
Each year the harvest moon I lovingly cite
It is such a touching time in its orbit
A harvest moon which shown so brightly last night
How many more harvest moons awesome light
Will I be allowed to see with God's permit
That huge round golden ball in my line of sight
God gives life, makes His children's birthright
I'm so glad He let me see just a tidbit of
The harvest moon shown so brightly last night
A huge round golden ball in my sight
Not for a contest, just seeing if I could still write one
Maybe making a peace path for all to live, will allow for others to live without fear, making us all live in safety and happiness for all of our days.
Peace and love are the way of life, making a path to the afterlife, by letting each live with their ways of life.
Maybe each group should be able to live in an area like the Indian reservations allow, letting each group have their flag their laws making each have their own peace path.
No one should be forced to live under ways that make them want to rebel, only a peace path to life should be allowed.
Maybe this is not living in integration, maybe it is living under criminalization, depending on which side holds the power, the other live in fear and prosecution.
Peace is the only way, walking in peace and love and cooperation makes life easy for all every day.
The children are watching and learning, making them choose a path of good or bad, so make options that will allow for peace and love for all.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always. May our path home to God, be bright and shine like the gold and stars.
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