The online harms act..Is overpreforming currently, ute Rumble and I guess other free expression platforms or channels, will not allow content viewing
From the U K, due to the horrible ofcom
Enforcer unit, of the totalitarian government 'for the time insitu' it may now
Be that poetry soup, shall turn out my only
Channel to gauge world events, anx to interact with world events.' This is a grim and sobering epoch..' A band of ideaoligical dwarfs has hands on control
And command structures, and has chosen
To nose dive the whole country.'
I love this one beautiful girl
Who has my heart in a swirl
Her brown eyes shine like golden honey
She laughs at things that aren't even funny
Her heart is three times too big for this world
Her smile shines like a perfect pearl
I love this one beautiful girl
But I can't show my love for her
At least not without causing a stir
You say this love I feel isn’t there
That these feelings are empty as air
You say that my love is broken and doomed
And that anger and hatred have me consumed
But I know this love I feel is definitely real
And I’m sorry if my love doesn't fit your appeal
And if I’m truly doomed
Then I’d gladly go down with you
Because this love is realer than your hate
And I know what I am thinking isn't straight
And that is because love is blind
But sadly that isn't in your mind
So I am in love with this girl
Who has my heart caught in a whirl
And no I don’t care that I am a girl too
Because love is blinder than you
Hell is now totally empty,
Since Satan relocated to your heart;
His angels in you are plenty —
Our once-blossoming love they've torn apart.
His voice in you speaks violence,
Courting hatred and spite instead of love;
Abhorrent of our quietness,
So peace and happiness it strives to shove.
My presence now stinks like the trash,
Your words burn fierce like tongues forged in hell fire,
They scorch with vigour in a flash,
While you pile up your venoms, never tire.
Satan crawls like a snake in you,
He controls your temper and stains your tongue;
though you're blind to what I go through,
Still, I will love you till breath leaves my lungs.
Light to the Blind
Light spills like mercy,
but the blind man holds the torch
its glow wasted, meaningless,
a lantern swinging in empty hands,
casting shadows on truth’s worn face.
He wears the crown of power,
eyes veiled behind curtains of greed,
blind to the rivers of suffering,
deaf to the cries of broken souls,
blind to the burning streets
beneath his throne.
Light meant to guide, to warm, to heal
becomes a cruel, glaring weapon,
blinding the lost deeper into darkness,
while he stands unmoved
a king in a realm of night.
Truth flickers like a dying candle,
but his blindness swallows its flame.
No meaning, no warmth, no path,
only cold light thrown on empty promises,
reflections of a fractured world.
The people stumble,
hands outstretched to the unseen dawn,
searching for hope behind his veil.
But light to the blind
is nothing but a cruel joke
a beacon with no sight,
a promise left unfulfilled.
How long will we follow
the glow of hollow lamps,
while the blind lead us blindly?
When will the dawn come,
when the light finds eyes to see
and hands to heal?
"I heard it on the news so it must be true"
history lessons from twitter friends
getting facts from social media-
a fool's paradise, this garden of eden.
if you don't follow the sheep
you are deluded,
blinded to reality.
so, you live in a place where-
ignorance is bliss.
a place where-
paradise is built upon selfishness
and the broken dreams of others.
a place where-
celebrities become the new consciousness of fact.
mr and mrs average sit inside the box
never venture out-
always staying safe on the inside.
so they feed off what is given
then nourish from untrue myths-
and get fat from the ignorance of others.
the media-
telling them what to fear.
the government-
telling them how to live.
the man in the street-
telling them how to feel.
the man on T.V-
telling them what they want to hear.
it`s all just lunacy and hypocrisy.
leaving facts behind with the true reality.
they become closed eyed and closed mind
blind to the real truth
false myths is all they come to believe
and all that matters is more time
in front of a lighted screen.
Green polka dotted lady was elegant and provocatively pretty
Many gave her a glance, as if she was charming and witty
She sat in a booth waiting for her thirty-second blind date.
The weasel, the coward, was half a minute late
He came breezing in, all dressed out in orange and pink.
What do you think? He wondered. What do you think?
The conversation was all about him – every single word.
The fact that she had three legs seemed a little absurd.
Blind man sees with insightful heart
Let there be light not spite and dark
Sunrise, sunset, noon.
It meant little to him.
He was completely blind.
Snow fell all around
Hiding the little fodder
That lay around.
The wind blew,
Yet it conveyed no scent.
His antlers were frost bitten.
His body starved of food.
He sensed a rangale of does
With the head stag alert.
The fight would be lost.
In his blindness he had no chance.
So he turned back despite the snow.
Hunters came with arrows.
The blind stag searched for under bush.
He knew his prayers were in vain.
The arrows were precise.
The blind stag fell, no sound.
It was a relief.
The snow continued to fall, staining
The ice with blood.
Imponderably God communicates.' How blind are you world.? Returns to me the silence of the graves for it is deaf the world.' I watch a dog stretch in sleep.' Is
That reflective of eternal life? Or promise?
Motion in an animal.? lesser in intellect.' Yet
Partaker..Alive..Drawn from what is perfect.? What is the barrier? Is sin as a
White noise wall.' Blindness overall.? Who
Really sees.? Tell me at what juncture your
Accidents wiill happen.' For eitther good or ill.' Is there in the wind a clapping? Of tin
Sheets? detriitus of the storms' where does
Light travel.? Where does it begin.? Tell me if you know.? I await enlightemnent my desire now abated.' As i consider world values.? And what is immesurably
Over.? Or unnderated.'
This Friday I’ve got a blind date
With Miss Information
And I just can’t wait.
Of course as a red blooded American male
I sincerely hope I’ll get in her pants
If not her bed,
But given her name
I won’t be making any assumptions
‘Till I see her up close and personal.
Given her name
I also expect to hear lots of talk of Covid 19
Bats, the wet market, social distancing
Safe and effective vaccines and all that.
Then before dessert
I hope we make it past BLM’s glorious
Post Floyd Summer of Love
The terrifying January 6th insurrection
And nonexistent border crisis of 2021-24,
As I like to enjoy something sweet
Without a sour taste in my mouth.
In fact, I hope we make it through the night
Without any of that garbage,
But given her name I’m not holding my breath.
So why am I even taking Miss Information out?
Because although inside I am no comparison,
Inside I am also now inspired
And will proudly step up and say, “Hi,
I am Charlie”, when I pick her up,
And so gladly reach across the aisle
And dine with a chick who may end up a dude
In the name of open and friendly dialogue.
After all that is what will Make America Great Again.
(9/23/25)
I'm waiting at the corner bar,
And sucking down an ice cold brew!
My buddy was setting me up,
With a girlfriend with eyes bright blue!
I'm nervous and apprehensive,
I saw them coming through the door!
Well, she looked just like an angel,
That's when my blood began to roar!
After casual introductions,
My friend unfortified my dread.
But, after he finished speaking,
I was mortified blind instead!
Well, what he actually said was...
She's got cherries on her chest, a tattoo!
But, what I think I thought he said was...
She's got a hairier chest than you!
Then the room just began to spin,
And my brain sputtered and addled!
I snatched up my wallet and keys,
Then I just up and skedaddled!
Made a lot of mistakes in my time,
Some things in life, you'll always regret!
I'm sure gonna miss my best friend,
Cuz, I still haven't heard from him yet!
Before I was blind there were dreams.
But seeing my dreams
before I could see, depended
on how much you could really see.
--
Blind before birth,
and what you have asked of me.
Having my, our, hearing dreams-
your perception
is sound, sound that is seen;
left more unsaid about me.
--
I still see to see in my dreams
as one
where I'm still alive.
--
What they must contain,
the colors within.
and sound, I can feel: taste
and touch.
--
To remember one dream
that one special dream, I still dream
when awake I can see,
when my wife I first met
and how she will forever look,
In my dreams.
--
Liberty
Declaration is Treason
Ravaged structure haven't I found?
Living dwelling matter beneath worth
As speech inscribes duty?
#realdonaldtrump #cagovernor #mayorofla #asmirwin #mikeytaylor #repbrownley #tonybiasotti #washingtonpost #nytimes #latimes
Love Is Blind
Love is like
a child
that longs for
everything they
can come by
It can cause
you to do
all sorts of
unusual things
like wanting to
be with your
loved one
all the time- - - - -
Disregard others,
even your family
You do not
see their flaws
if there are some
It changes your
whole personality
Love Is Fireworks
A riot of color that screams across the sky,
visible from heaven but never held.
It pricks your eye, burns your sight,
etches the face into your retina like a divine warning:
"You will never see them like this again".
It's not poison, just an overdose.
Then marriage goes blind
To the spark you still carry.
It sees the chores, not the devotion.
It praises the schedule, not the soul.
It forgets the spark that seared your eye
and calls the ash commitment.
Marriage doesn’t ask what you feel, it assumes.
It doesn’t look, it remembers.
And memory is a poor prosthetic for vision.
Loved but still unseen
And that is the blackout
no firework could ever warn you about.
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