the ends justify the means
it is not in Machiavelli's The Prince
but it appears in Ovideo's Herod
Curiousity kill
A cat's neighbor, unmindful
Delight brought him back.
I got to listen
To your plea, raise and complaint
Before I lift feud.
I'm so tired but free
Mind says walk further a mile
Body says stay.
Your life's not my fault
My life is not your business
Nothing frills to chills.
I myself, more than society am I
A delusional world beyond belief struggle
Or obstacle of movement as a mountain
Controversy world torn between two souls
One heart's breathe to survive who we are
Kind soul that its anger rage so
Killer instinct the body feels excite
Even killer smiles behind face hidden
Lost being in ourselves a unseen truth
They kill the truth, sparing their tears
A society gone mad, controversy wars rein
Crying helplessly from darkness ruins
Destroy all that is good kings shout
Slave to man for their greed we feed
Only you be chosen, your innocent free
Convicted by words, right or wrong
In ourselves we fight in contamination
A poison of blood drips a fiercely change
Or just who we are, we are not same
The one I know before controversy hit
Who are we that cities..lives are devastated
People die, hunger, homeless; veterans forgotten
That even in ourselves we forget one
As world go extinct, nature barely existence
Controversy, no longer word but a problem
For Natalia Kills
Are the majority
of things in
life controversies?
It seems like
there is always
another side
of the story
You have to
maneuver delicately
amidst the minefields
of trepidations that
pester your
daily routine
Even simple decisions
can cause angst
Who to go out with?
Where to go? When?
Others are involved
making it hard
to appease everyone
Such is life
On the loom of existence, our saga unfolds,
Lives woven in controversy; a story is told.
A symphony of chaos, a dance of extremes,
A canvas painted with a myriad of dreams.
In life’s maze of choices, dim paths appear,
Paved with right and wrongs, joy and tears.
Interconnected like vines in a garden of fate,
In a delicate balance, a real precarious state.
The whispers of opinions, their clamors aloud,
Of “friendly advice” from a supportive crowd?
Steal my thunder, and firebolts spark debate,
Thru storms of perspectives, a way I’ll make.
Moral compasses spinning, destiny is unsure,
In the vast ocean of beliefs, tsunamis obscure.
Truth through a prism, is fractured and bright,
The kaleidoscope of day and unvarying nights.
Controversy will bloom like roses in the spring,
Prickly thorns on stems, each one with a sting.
Yet, within the turmoil, life’s lessons are sown,
A chance for true growth, and wisdom to own.
So, let’s embrace the paradox and duality of life,
Navigate the joyfulness, the troubles, and strife.
On the loom wheel of life’s controversy, is space,
For threads of understanding woven with grace.
touch me not I said
you touched me, yet, so wildly ---
I am shrunk today
20 July 2023
This year in the town of Bath
W C H are exploring a path
There to show, what they know
Such good reasons to go
Real good people in action in Bath
From the second, to June the fourth '
With much discussion.. A tour de force.!
Many realists versus theorists.'
In the; city of Bath ? Of course.!
A Gentleman.
An elderly gentleman sits on his porch rocking in a chair,
reminiscing the past and present times that really don't compare.
He fought for our freedom that today we all share,
that others have trouble accepting and weren't even there.
His life was not easy in his younger years,
and he worries today about the present-day fears.
He is proud of his family and the country he served,
but questions the greed and injustice that power has reserved.
He has always viewed killing and destruction as an arrogant feat,
that serves those conspiracy profiles that are willing to cheat.
His chair now empty, for he had since passed on,
as a tear is shared for this gentleman now gone.
Respect our elderly for your time will come, sharing memories of your achievements and a few that were dumb.
Peter J. Hurst. From Nova Scotia.
Chaos ensues
People cower in fear
They search for something that doesn't want to be found
It is successful.
We shield ourselves, our loved ones, our neighbors
These barriers block reality
Shielding us from our demise
While shining light on the evil that lurks
Nonetheless it seeps
It bleeds through
Our shining shields stained with hope
Now discarded in the streets
Now dividing nations
As it gains power
We lose control
As it gains controversy
We lose part of us
Honesty, hope, history
We lose in the face of terror
Tears, tombstones, taking with it routine
We lose to an opponent we can’t see
But argue over
Point fingers over
Lose ourselves over
We cling on to what we know
We must hold on to it for as long as we can
For if we don’t
It will be there to seize it away from us
- Taylor White
I
There was a time, when we sought comprehension
These days, power and media aim for control, commercialization
II
Alan Watts, once a native Anglican, became American Episcopalian
Left the ministry to teach Eastern philosophy, holistic education
III
Alan has left planet Earth (1970s), is beyond thought police, "mistake" -
Said, "One ought to get angry with someone like Hitler. But he's as natural as an earthquake."
I say a lot of things but little of it has any meaning
These daily words and conversations are all too quick and fleeting
But NEVER say the wrong thing; in this age you can’t delete them
Lines have become blurry, distorted; drawn jagged and uneven
Wrong might seem right for a minute, but then forever you’re a heathen
Someone gets offended at the damage your opinion might be dealing
Then the assailant isn’t even allowed to respond with any feelings
Not remorse or regret nor will they hear any pleading
Go away and rot and repent you guilty cretin
Don’t disagree with me, don’t try to explain, I won’t hear a thing
I’m too far ingrained into the world I maintain; to me, it is what it is
Your truths are all false, I loudly explain; credit to your perspective I will never give
Into one ear and right out the other go all the ideas by which you’ve lived
So eventually everyone passes by each other not even speaking
Now there’s too much risk. What’s the point? There’s no reason
New issues arise and historical scabs surface again; our defeat is
hidden with the values we’ve kept from ourselves, where they die lost and bleeding
Controversy In a Nursery
According to Trump plans it was precursory,
About what we have heard is a controversy;
There been;
Not let in;
Concerned immigration facilities with a nursery.
Senator from Oregon Jeff Merkley was horrified
when not let in.
Jim Horn
time is short-
but so very long;
everything that is right-
is also wrong;
times are hard-
but easier than the past;
today is forever-
but it may be the last;
the cradle was yesterday-
the grave is tomorrow;
things are in happiness-
but also in sorrow;
love is forever-
but only a day;
pain that lingers-
it also seems to go away;life is short-
but so very long;
still can't distinguish
between right and what's wrong...
Lying wonders of Satan trick
Marrying same sex is deception of the evil one.
Satan, the prince of evil, the author of sin.
Satan’s enmity against Christ has been made to
Appear human laws to a false conception to set
Aside the divine law, leading the people to the
Work of deception and ruin.
Look what happened to other countries
Breaking the law of the divine, we see disaster struck
Anywhere, anytime; but punishment appeared
To all who break divine law, all over the universe.
It is a fight between evil and God through human.
We, as a believer of Christ we need to stand in the truth,
Hold on to our faith in spite of, and whatever happens
We will remain faithful to God. Christ the Prince of Life
The Author of our salvation.
The warning of the Lord’s second coming are to be
Prepared to stand before him.
May give unto you the Spirit of Wisdom
And Revelation in the knowledge of God,
The eyes of your understanding being
Enlighten by his word and gives light to your mind
Receive warning, reproof, counsel
And instruction with all power and signs.
God prepare a place for safety,
All who believes in him.
© Jocelyn Dunbar
13 August 2017
11:30 PM
So there he was!
In a painless crib, he lay
On the other side lay his counterpart
Normality of the evening star was on them.
He on the left cracked his ribs
He knew he had to touch
A sense of curiosity drove them away
In a little while fires were on them
In their fearless madness they left the world
On their own they dwelled!
In a moment, a pinnacle of pleasure was born.
Even in their fears, no tears, they locked
To them it was an experience
Desires driven and pranks on the rise
This time on their own
In amidst of the climax, a skyscraper arose
He was on top!
Every inch proved to be wrathful
Neither remorse nor guilt reigned
It was meant to be!
They had to make it happen!
An abyss swallowed them
Neither a word nor a touch
Just a brilliant self on the other self!
As the sun rose, all were furbished
The memories of the night were on them
Taunted by the transformation, they fell!
Desires became vanity
AND
In a final dramatic spell, they bid each good bye.
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