Chronicles of the revolving door
By Dustin Branum
When exactly does life begin? When will this
tragedy come to an end? It's like over, and over,
and over again... When will I ever find peace,
my friend? And nobody knows how far I've
been; Nobody cares about the pain
I'm in. This knowledge that
burns deep within, with
a withering soul,
reality will
bend.
The
light
turns dark
with a grayish
blend, begging for
mercy, it's demons they
send. The light is illusion I
can no longer depend—There's no
Destiny for me to defend. Yearning for
happy, acceptance, and Zen, Instead of this
anger and evil times ten. No kids, no wife, no
next of kin; Lonely and broken, this chapter will end...
Exactly where the it began.
All of God's people are called to sing
from every part of the earth
to come together as one united body
all one by the Holy Spirit's new birth
Come to the Lord in holy worship
to your King who reigns on high
fear of the Lord is His only way
coming to bow down for sin to die
Holiness and sin can't lie together
one receives life, the other death
holy is the Lord perfectly assured
so sin will die until its last breath
Every day sing forth good news
of God's salvation, go and tell
this salvation is for everlasting
so sing aloud, my soul is well
Proclamation is the divine key
to open the door of this salvation
Jesus God's son, came and died
this His gift for our redemption
("Sing to the Lord, all the earth;
Proclaim the good news of His salvation from day to day.")
1 Chronicles 16: 23 (NKJV)
The chronicles of time travel
First the youth will speak in a new tongue
Then the old true wise men living among them
Will guide the vision and seeds of the youths with the truth
The youth shall move like a thunder
Yes with an unstoppable force
A new energy will be born again at this time
Cos all they need is only one thing
Why they move is just for one call
And that is nothing else but
Freedom
Ghetto gospel 1 vs 1
Ellon Musk
Ellon Musk,that techy king
makes rockets do that bling-bling thing
but if wi-fi drops in space,my friend
even mars gon' need a fiber-end
Nelson Mandela
Madiba
Sat in his prison cell-a,
He said ''Freedom's my only fix,
And my wardens?They need politics''.
Madlera Doe Boy
Tokelo
Sings with all his joy,
His beats are so very hot,
That the DJ wears a cooling-pot
Fireflies in my bourbon
(PART 4 OF 10)
The bar looks haunted today,
Jukebox playing requiems as long songs,
Cigarette smoke suffocating air in between inhalations,A man knows he needs air to fill his lungs.Yet here i am bending knee so you don't leave my lungs ,however I'm gasping for air as if I'm drowning in words such as you are my world.
Your name keep slipping out of my mouth as that last prayer of a man who lived recklessly without care, your eyes are Fireflies I vowed to follow in my darkest hour, however what do I do when the Firefly fell into a glass of bourbon .
Now I'm hankering a place for my staggering feet, for darkness is a firefly now
Every step a scotching flame to remind my soul what happens when a moth flies closer to the light.
Drunk man and Truth.
(PART 3 OF 10: WHISKEY BLUES)
The barman knows my demons and knows how to cage them,the bar is broad as spine of a mountain when mine is collapsing on carrying guilt.
Days pass as my whiskey burning my throat
I learnt that I was trying to burn your name off the lining of my throat so that drinking sorrows may be free of your name.
Sober thoughts are shadow boxing, I have been trying to mimic my shadow dancing, and you were the dim feature I see every time I down the whiskey.
You made a great exit while I was jamming to our favourite love song, your steps sounded like a distant storm, Thunderous but leaving.
I'm still searching for the truth on your footprints on wet sand.
100 Whiskey Shots.
(Part 2 of 10)
You warned me not to visit bars at night,
Now what must I.do after our bad fight?
The street lights are a flicker of your smile
Not as bright ,yet so subtle to moments to come.
There is a pattern of sincerity in your calm,
Yet now we are headed in different dirences by a mile.
The barman know my poison
And what numbs my pain,
First 10 shots to numb my tongue to silence.
The next 90 shots to create a pattern of things I never said that night.
The last ten shots to pour over a wound
I will scream and cry but it gets better.
By: Tshediso SEROKI
Blues and Memories fleeting.
(part 1 of 10)
I wrote suicide note on sweating whiskey glass,
Pain pleading on moments pass.
Pet names on cords of base guitar
Piano naming memories for each black and white bars,
I started seeing those memories enveloped in scars.
Fleeting but leaving behind Traces of you dancing to a dying flame of a stranger.
Whiskey tastes like your silence when I poured all the contents of my soul,
I know it hurts to l9ve a heart that loves another.
Memories made in vain are unforgettable pain.
By: Tshediso SEROKI
They rise in suits, not in truth,
Whispering honey into the ears of youth.
They promise bread, and break it twice —
Then sell the crumbs at triple price.
These are the kings without a crown,
Their thrones built on a broken town.
They speak of peace with sharpened knives,
While trading bombs for children’s lives.
Parliaments of puppets sway,
Dancing lies in grand display.
They sign their names in blood and oil,
Then toast their sins with peasant toil.
They steal not once, but every breath —
From schools, from homes, from limbs of death.
And when the people cry for aid,
They build a wall and call it “trade.”
But the soil remembers every scar.
The stars record who these men are.
For thrones are rented, not divine —
And justice drinks a patient wine.
A time will come — not far, but near —
When truth will no longer cower in fear.
No flags, no laws, no gilded rule —
Just hearts awake, and none to fool.
The sea stretches across a vast expanse
Blue and white, do the waves prance
As a boat struggles to stay afloat
When the waves draw themselves to their height entire
The folks crouch down and say oh sire!
Spare us of your wrath
For sinners and saints are we
And by every decree
Shall we adhere to our values
With a kind heart and a spirit free
The sea reduces to a mere dance
Its waves gentle as snow
Blue as the sky speckled with froth white
The orange sun now sheds light
Giving rise to a day anew
As golden and blue intersperse
Creating a sight spellbinding to man's eyes
In simplicity lies its beauty
Engulfing folk in mirth and joy
The ship peacefully sails ahoy
The years meandered ‘long ‘til I hit twenty
dreams of fame, girls and money
Married too young, I was a jerk
tethered now, to the daze of work
Lost in their haze, decades sped by
spent a fortune, wondering why
Finally quit, seventy nearly
my body’d paid ever so dearly
And yes, the years meander once again
in a comfy rocker ~ with paper and pen
In the glow of bright screens, secrets unfold
Hunter's laptop weaves tales both bold
A dance of power, truth bought and sold
© daniel miltz
"Who Am I"
Voices in my head the unheard of
They mimic, they pester, they lie
All to just torture my mind
Who Am I...
Who Am I...
I question I can no longer answer
They've erased Me, Myself and I
Changed into the hopeless, heartless, unkind
Who Am I...
Who Am I...
Someone now just a faint memory
Lost somewhere forever but did I die
Did I turn tail with yellow spine
Who Am I...
Who Am I...
From the torture cocoon to robotic host
Manipulated, Influenced, Punished but why?
They see through my eyes while I'm blind
Who Am I...
Who Am I...
Definitely not this important of a man
Given mental beatings if I try...to defy...
The skin of their evil, zombified defined
Who Am I...
Who Am I...
Twenty-four hours every single day
Twenty-four hours every single night
Twenty-four hours of a continual tortured mind
Who Am I...
Who Am I...
Because I do not even exist anymore
bmdavey@ 09/09/24
Forestry Service and Bureau of Land Management
I don't know, maybe this year, you do your damn job?!
Maybe this year, you anticipate the obvious trend of massive fires?
Do you think fire lines are out of the question? Equipment pre loaded in quadrants, with watch-towers and water for extreme dry conditions?
Follow the windA**holes !-!Maybe the royal pisssTheCitizens
are taking
can hit you on the way out.
A Bushel Of Sage, I'm Stardust
Ascending through meditation, Soul Drifting Wanderlust
Seven Doors To Heaven
VICTORIOUS! I Raise the Alchemists Scepter,
Climbing Stairways above the Mists Of Life
Rising Aflame, Blazing Lights like Nazarites
Aura Sheens Of Infinity the Spirit Gleams Forever
Soaring Above Lies & Oppressors,
Ever-Flowing like the Grace of an Epic Zen Master
My Hearts Deep and Rich like Jasper,
Flying Ever-Higher, Ever-Faster
I'm a Full Throttle Cosmo Threshold Smasher,
Sailing Seas Of Eternity, I Drift the Inner Galactics
There, The Promise Lands we Inhabit
Beyond the Chords Of Time, Enshrined, The Elixir Of Life
BEHOLD, The Mystical, BEHOLD, The Divine
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