My i say they were.' (My mistakes)Yet thats easy enough to spout.' Out, As a geyser is there not doubt,l.? forms in the shadow world demon
Spawn.' Manipulating the ' latest thing or
Media storms' who counts the tears.? But
God alone.' He keeps no score..
And we.?hope? to atone? Jesus sacrificed tried by night.' Oh breakers of trust' of pharonic blights
Blind and willful pharasiees,acts and signs of falsehood, you will bend the knee.' Or be
Thrown whole into hells fires.' Where even ashes
Carry the flames ever higher.' You love to
Divide, to wreck, to tear.. A dead law won't
Save you, its only mercy so rare.' Look around see the signs, better to fall at Chtists feet, who vanquished oblitterated
That many can eat; of life.. Repent turn back..Accept true life. Turn from hell and
Endless night.'
I advocate for humanity, against the twisted blights..Hostile forces in society pharmica and any such-like' wars on
Economy.'s and others intrinsic rescource's'
Let it be hawks for hunting, and horses
For grass courses.' Let humanity thrive or demise
On its own.' With God to be our judge and Him alone.' So I open the gate to access the
Track, to run the race, no holding back, to
Battle the evil, i find in me, and in this world
That claims it is yet free.? I move we advance
to this option.' eschew any thought of
flight, yet battle for good values,
While claiming all ' of your ranters rights.'
Some go to canberra to look at the sights.'
Some went in 22, to complain on its blights.'
Its a strange old place canberra.' A shop window of sorts.' A (w e f) example of just
What has been bought.' Gee thery are a strange mob in 'that place' but the best place
TWOT'S; to see..And in great numbers; just take it from me, maybe that could become
Passtime.? We'll have to wait and see.'Go up there and (count the TWOTS?) Well you'll get a whole lot.' All in
One place they be .' ( its almost a humanistic zoo) My proverbial God.' Its
TWOT town Australia..' but you need to be in a good
Numbered crew, cause they can be quite savage, wow I'm tellin you.' They
Have been known to be agressive.' To spectators when up close.' I saw a TWOT once
Ram a convoy..Screaming expletives mouthing hatefull boasts..But go on up by all means.!
Just stay protected from ( their cookers ) and
Don't let them know you're counting..Thats a
' thing i'm told; best never done in front of hookers'
When the mind faltered
Alternate timelines were born
Lines of realities blurred
Rifts of possibilities torn
Truth fading into the abyss
Chained to the unknown
Silently waiting for life's kiss
To shatter this stone cold throne
Provoking thy swarming thoughts
Clawing and scratching for the one
Blinded by hopes deemed naught
Until one's dreams are none
Walls shaking and quaking
Slashing and ripping
Sharpening newfound wings
Clutches of chaos beating
Sealing thy soul out of light
A chrysalis to preserve us
Away with our own blights
Evolving and growing, thus
Cage of ice and fire crumbled
Exile the grasping darkness, fabled
You and I
Were once two trees–
Two budding saplings
Placed too close
To grow together
An Upstate transplant,
My midwestern limbs,
Opened wide to hold you,
Casting too much shade
On your bright canopy
Your restless, nascent roots
Still longed to wind and stretch
Beyond my sturdy trunk,
And deeply drink
From cooler earth
And so we said goodbye,
Shedding our early leaves,
As I was suddenly uprooted,
And carried west
To my native range
Countless signals fired and died
From our maturing foliage,
As we battled blizzards, bugs, and blights
Growing taller and stronger
With each passing year
But as the seasons came and went,
And we both grew apart,
We kept the warmth
Of a sun once shared
Etched forever in our bark
Until one day we were tall enough
To see each other from miles away,
And felt the pull of an old apricity,
Willing our boughs to reunite,
And share the forest together.
Light* that lights all lights continues to glow
triumphant midst woe toward jubilant today 'til tomorrow.
Blest light wakes soul up
perking with God's prop.
Divine light wafts hope
propels faith midst cope.
Sun light for work height
prods glad labour might.
Light to brighten time
sounds achievement chime.
Gentle light ends grief
ushers joy's relief.
Smiling light from face
defies angst; shows grace.
Pardon light we see
makes our spirits free.
Light against stress-hush
quiets heart's strong rush.
Light amidst love bliss
never should we miss.
Lord of light brings joys
cheers restive night’s poise.
Light that lights all lights smites evil darkness' blights
illumining humankind toward goodness' delights.
*John 8:12 - Then spake Jesus again unto them, saying, I am the light of the world: he that followeth me shall not walk in darkness, but shall have the light of life.
December 8, 2024
The picture on the parlor wall captures
A frozen memento of lives lived long ago.
With all its creatures, scenes and features,
Arrayed like animals, in a parade on show.
Dicky bird smiles enticed with cheese,
A mother’s grin, a father’s stern gaze,
Children rebellious, shuffling with unease,
Eyes fixed and staring, to stop the blink strays.
Within its frame, the past forever stays,
An image contrived to hide the blots and blights
Of fall-outs, feuds and fights of bygone days.
All briefly subdued in soft forgiving lights.
Oh, I wish the picture hung on parlor wall,
Captured in truth what was, with warts and all!
The blissful ignorance of self-denial
as a means to self-awareness and inner meaning
denies the selfless bliss of
service and love for others.
To make less of self,
to cease selfish cravings and desires,
is more about striving to satisfy
the needs of others than to
blast away at what you think you need
to satisfy and satiate, your own inner selfish needs.
Self-denial is a dead-end fork
on the road to self-awareness.
For the blind cessation of self, if unrequited,
lets frustration break out
into unresolved blights and sores
that you alone cannot heal.
The path to less self-awareness
lies in unselfish selflessness
to others.
"For those who love with heart and soul, there is no such thing as separation"
~By Rumi
Decked in floral wreaths and crown
as I lay in state among family and friends
with my spirit wading through strands forlorn
where lamps shone bright in celestial gleam
bordering a land of bliss out of mortal reach
where neither canker blights, nor flowers wilt
where sorrow never enters and all shall be blest
where each head like the sun aureoled
where God in all His glory doth reign
I saw through my slumber deep, as through a veil
my loved ones grieving great, my journey
unreturned to an untravelled land.
There was crying and whining, sighing and sobbing
in stirring memory of days in all goodness spent
and of bonds stretching beyond life's rim
which set me feel sick of where I was and where I wasn't
so fain to go, so fain to stay,
like a spinning midge,
my spirit veered high and low
between Heaven and Earth
between Mortality and Immortality.
a helium balloon buoyant in the air.
I remember it well- the old Broadway
My city celebrated years ago;
So nicely paved and lined with special stores
And curtained windows, seen in rooms above.
Where we would walk and shop with family;
Attend parades and honor holidays
With decorations and fun spots to meet,
Like the old coffee shop or ice cream bar.
The highlight of our city- old Broadway-
When times were simple- city pride was loved.
Fast forward fifty years- my heart is sad.
A vision now of ruins it's become.
What stores are left- now draped with iron gates,
Or since abandoned, left in disrepair.
Apartment windows gape like hollow eyes,
And litter paves the entrances and curbs.
Not good to walk the streets- daytime or night.
Glories to ruins- Broadway has become;
Now blights the memory of simple days-
When the community clutched love and pride.
Life is like waves or problem
Coming together with issues;
Difficult to predict or slam;
Hard to enjoy the sound of the drum
When the captain of the ship losing control;
Life is like waves or problem;
Waves come with sound which called "conundrum "
Dancers, musicians, spectators stump; no blame
Difficult to predict or slam;
Swimming in ocean, trying to survive the storm;
Flying in the space , different plans rise;
Life is like waves or problem.
Some people dancing ,others hubbub, hum ...
humming loudly for help , no body care about them,
Difficult to predict or slam.
Life blights here and there , lukewarm and harm;
Hopeless people are crying everywhere on earth ;
Life is like waves or problem;
Difficul to predict or slam.
March 16/2023
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe Mussabwa Chris
as days fade to night
the season blights to winter
dearth of light brings haggard chills
landscape bedraggled
shriveled to black then bleached white
cries ice tears then hibernates
Sound bytes, brain blights
Ignorance is our calling
Stupid reigns supreme
Let us not Think for ourselves
We are the cattle we raise.
The strings of my heart are pulled taut like a bow
A tension within sourced deep down below
Too many odd dreams, inside me it seems,
Their wretched whispers, a bleak audio
They reach out and grasp my heartstrings impure
Why do they all hold so much allure?
All of them mine, but there’s not enough time
To give to all of my thoughts so obscure.
My head starts to pound, my mind now goes numb,
A song of discord, my dreams start to strum
Upon my heartstrings, and sprouting black wings
Flitter the flutterbies; Wingbeat to the drum
Out the window, a fell wind on the chimes,
My dreams are ill-lit like a forest of pines,
Yet never unknown, for they are my own,
Seasoned and flavored with hemlock and thyme
The wind is now roaring in the twilight
I suffer the scourge each sleepless night
All the long while, my throat fills with bile
For flutterbies flit, the devious blights
My dreams won’t let go of heartstrings so grim
Plucking and playing, live life to their whim
I haven’t the strength to battle at length
Thus I hearken to their dissonant hymn.
The Armenians are’t wanted,
Christians in Muslim land,
we have to make Turkey for Turks,
they’re not part of the plan.
The kulaks are class enemies,
hoarding all the best land,
it’s fine to starve the productive,
they’re not part of the plan.
The Jews have undermined us all,
this is an Aryan land,
gas them to build a brand new Reich,
they’re not part of the plan.
We must make a Great Leap Forward,
make metal, not till land,
peasants may die, but we have more,
they’re not part of the plan.
Let’s take it back to Year Zero,
and reshape this whole land,
send tainted to the Killing Fields,
they’re not part of the plan.
The unborn just get in the way,
don’t need them in this land,
what’s life compared to convenience?
They’re not part of the plan.
These -istaphobic right-wingers
are blights upon our land,
let’s kill the lie that is freedom,
they’re not part of the—
Wait—hey, who gave them all guns? Oh shi—
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