He gives back-turned witness
To those who've perceived
In clear forms of beastliness
A splendid display.
History's onlooker.
Mankind's one shame-faced!
Stands back, in time, from cheerer
Glorifies Death's play.
Fiery amber eyes gaze out
From a face of white speckled fur
Into the icy blinding swirling snow
Of a high hidden Himalayan hamlet
To meet in mortal combat
The closed minds
of poaching Pakistani peasants
Carrying pitchforks
In a parody or normality
A battle to confirm
That not all ideas matter
That Nature’s laws triumph
That not everyone
Understands eternal complexity
Standing firm on its precipice
In a show of rare boldness
It gives a performance
Of unheard-of courage
In the face of the enemy
Spirit guardian of a higher world
It takes a stand
Against the madness that is man
"Animal revere and respect holiness; they do not teach sin."
St. Neilos the Asectic, in the Asectic Dialogues
Curiosity kills the cat,
of a friend who’s a spoilt little brat,
Though the saying spreads through chat,
a whisper of this and that.
But it isn’t a mere brickbat,
that’s between a cat and a rat,
Though fierce, just like their combat,
when they twirl like an acrobat.
It’s a crash-land in a sabbat,
on a strangely shimmering mat,
Where witches don their funny hat,
and chant beneath the moonlit flat.
In the confusion the cat sat,
beside a wide-eyed, curious bat,
A witch drew them into a spat,
and sent them down with a splat.
Whiskey road,
all alone,
here we go again/
Hitting switchbacks,
going too fast,
chasing down my sin/
Headlights crawl,
through the pouring rain,
to where the road gives out/
Glass eye’d stare,
same whispered prayers,
plunged deep into the black/
A pair of combat boots in black,
Abandoned on the top
Of the ramp right by the river
Brought me to a sudden stop.
Beside them was a khaki shirt,
Its arms tied to the rail.
Together they suggested
That their owner tried to bail.
For a leap into the river,
When nobody is about,
Seems to be a way to end one’s life,
An urban exit out.
There might be an explanation,
Unlike mine, about those boots,
But the evidence implies my theory’s
What this constitutes.
"Alone we can do so little; together we can do so much." Quote by
Helen Keller
A story told long ago of women who God used
to change the nation because of love
and welfare of their family and land.
They all gathered in the garden under amethyst waterfall
of wisteria vine, around an oval outdoor table
enjoying grape, strawberry wine and nectar cakes.
Talking about a kaleidoscope of outlandish and far-fetched ideas.
Their conversations took paths veering in zigzags
so, they listen to their voice’s comments and ideas.
Their planning caused confusion and misunderstandings,
even disputes among themselves. They knew they
needed a clear plan and visualize the end results.
They all shrugged with sassy looks. “We don’t have time.
Women in combat, it will be hard for them to believe.”
Women in leadership roles within their lives only men took.
They went out in silence as night drew to defend what they loved.
Heroes they were known, few perished and were crucified,
and heavenward, their goal was to win no matter the sacrifice.
Our Broken Wings
Held in Our Hearts of Gold
And I am Torn Too
To Shreds
Our feathers shed,
Clawed by The Cat of all Predators
My heartless heart
And I Kneel weary before Our Rising Sun
Bathed once more
In the Glory
Of coming home...
Race 2
Same old going down
Graves of men now silent
Nowt much happening here
Just dead bodies buried
After being riddled blasted
Russians killed by Ukrainians
Prisoners mostly of Wagner
Sentences cut lives now cut
Politicians bathe in blood
They had quite a run
Still race in Part 2
Race 1 was a loss
No victory only death
Plus injuries and ruin
Battlefield injuries extreme
It's fine there's time
So much time here
Satan has all the time
In the world
Wait and see
Eventful War Book 2
Nick Armbrister and other writers
China seems to say at all times
Great Movie sprouts from The Cheap Crime’s;
From kicked persons who could kick back;
From nimble moves that didn’t slack;
A herald of breathless combats
And plain request men turn Tomcats,
End victory to Innocence,
Because that’s about what makes sense…
America longs to be god
By always checking every odd,
No space granting “” stereotype
That could off dollars from hands wipe…
Yet, sometimes, their pistols are heard,
Now not by Cowboys with their herd,
A badly stretched distanced mother
Ready finally for murder…
It’s an amazing spreading-out
By a unit which hates to rules flout;
In some films makes sure few guns shout
And for best actors for roles scout…
Picture an industry aware
You don’t image sell like a ware.
When the whistle blows
You combat for your dreams
When the whistle blows again
You retire from your dreams
When the whistle blows for the last time
You have to say aloha
And before the last whistle blows
You have to try your best
So that you won't regret
For the first or the last time in life
Life is so short
It won't be long
Before the last whistle blows
You've to make up your mind
As sometimes
It comes all in a sudden
Without any warning
Old age will be miserable
If one thinks of the dreams
That haven't been fulfilled
And time is lacking
If one thinks of the hatred buried in the heart
And there is a little chance to release
The oldy is too weak to combat again
He will burn himself out
Like a candle in the wind
Maybe doing good
Is worthy
But doing bad
Will face a penalty from God
The combat in Ukraine
I have a problem; we know that Ukraine is a corrupt country
we also know it has fought a low-level war against
the Russian-speaking people in the Donbas region, so Russia
intervened, so far so good, but what is the next step?
If Russia holds on to the territory gained without having
an army station in the freed territories on a permanent basis
because Ukraine will cry foul and attack when they can.
Russia has always been a magnet for intruders because
of its potential riches and vastness.
There was a time when Yeltsin and his cronies were popular
they grabbed the state's assets and sold them down the Volga.
This was abruptly stopped, to the chagrin of the west
once more; Russia was the enemy.
I’m not partial to the Russian government’s plan, but as I see it
Russia has to occupy the whole of Ukraine and install a regime
that is permanently neutral and let Ukraine be a member
of the Russian federation.
In any case, the war must stop as thousands of young soldiers
die for the wrong reasons and the civilians are bombed senseless.
What kinds of measures are used,
When we determine between right and wrong?
Since these questions constantly arise,
Requiring answers to maintain and prolong.
Do we look beyond the ten from those tablets,
As those commands were from a time, long past?
Since those don't deal with our modern culture,
Like computers and other technology coming fast.
It seems to me that when weighing these values,
Simple basics can be balanced on the plates.
Where doing unto others, as to you is golden,
But those deeds differ through many debates.
Much of our morality has roots, from demagogs to
Demigods, as they would champion our cause.
Yet those didn't consider much of a future,
While millennia passed on historic flaws.
Ultimately, this question must be answered,
Because the solutions define character for each and all.
Where any good must be heavy-handed,
And we can progress beyond a crawl.
Make it as bad as it really ing was
The Nazi’s most lethal fighter plane
With a load of guns and bombs
Killing Allied and Soviet forces
Like they were tin soldiers paper planes
I contend be fair
Just as the sword that fought
the fair fight...
not as the cowardly knife
that cuts life without art...
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