Take a look around the world
people hurting everywhere you look
I ask you where is the love
Today stop think before you speak
Then love can really leak
out to the person hurting on the street
Friends no longer friends
Why is this , because loves gone away
Once walked hand n hand
Now can't look each other in the eye
Children treated cruelly too
Everyone is seeking to be loved
Will you make a difference my friend
And let your love send
Out to others who seek it so much
We can make a difference today
Stopping hurt, chasing blues away
Reach out and touch somebody's heart today
These people
always like
to say that
“the gloves
do not bite”
but sadly now
they are being
used to shock;
But I do know
what it means
to burn red hot
for I once felt
very hot water
on my torso
and was quite
cruelly mocked;
“Never forgive,
and never forget”
is precisely what
they always seem
to want to say,
but false leaders
always lie to the
misguided flocks;
They take from us
and manipulate war
to fool the ignorant
and betray the wise,
and that is exactly
why they scheme
whenever they are
off the work clock.
Only a monster tainted by evil supports the use of electric shock to control other humans. You cannot change my mind.
Please something give me meaning
In this cruelly repetitive modern life
I function but don’t feel alive
I read dull emails
I have dull conversations
With dull people
Yet I feel most alive when
Riding my bicycle along the bike path
Interrupting fairy-wrens
Like an obnoxious tourist
Disturbing their natural lives
I think they’re bidding me good morning
Perhaps they’re telling me to piss off!
peter thiel almost un-real, wants to link
His workers, to the buzzing field.'
The pc-screen; mind.' This
Matter is so cruelly
Obscene.!
When my mother took her final breath,
something inside me forgot how to breathe. She left this world, and I've never fully returned to it. The day her heart fell silent, mine began breaking — unendlessly, without pause. When her eyes closed for the last time, mine opened to a waking nightmare that I'm incapable of escaping from.
Living without her is not living — it is dying,
slowly, cruelly, breath-by-breath. She died once, but I die in fragments — every time I remember she's not coming back. To the world, only one soul vanished, but in losing her I lost the remaining threads between myself and living.
As she exhaled her last breath, I lost the
ability to catch mine. Her absence is not quiet — it is a scream stitched into every second, swelling louder the harder I try to turn away, until even a blasphemous silence rings so loud it becomes deafening. Though her body is gone, my soul fissured alongside hers, torn into a grief no time will ever mend.
I walk through this life hollowed. Haunted.
Not living; not dead. Just waiting for the moment I can finally follow her into the dark and come home.
(August 31st, 2025)
In shadowed streets where neon dies,
A boy was born with fire in his eyes.
No father’s love, no guiding hand,
The city taught him to take, command.
Friends whispered lies, “Be bold, be feared,”
“Power is earned when mercy’s cleared.”
He learned to fight, to steal, to kill,
To climb the ladder, sharpen skill.
One fateful night, a test was laid,
A heinous act that darkly swayed.
His hands obeyed, his heart turned numb,
The devil’s game had now begun.
The victim’s face, familiar, bright,
Revealed a truth that stole the night.
His mother lost, the horror burned,
The price of sin so cruelly learned.
The gang dispersed, the streets went still,
His soul was shattered, dark and chill.
Power and fame proved hollow, vain,
The devil dances, leaving pain.
Now warnings echo through the years,
Beware the shadows, the whispered fears.
One wrong step, and you will see,
The cost of pride, eternally.
THE PERIMETER
Leaning against the fence
that divides me from them,
I gaze outward into the
landscape I’m destined to roam.
Behind me, inside the fence,
are sounds of laughter and music,
sounds that don’t exist here,
sounds that never existed here.
I wish I didn’t hear the sounds.
Though I know it’s hopeless,
I turn and start climbing,
but it happens again like
so many times before.
I climb—the fence grows taller,
I climb again, it grows again.
I climb no more, it’s useless.
I can’t get in there, I never could.
I wish I knew the reason why.
Outside the fence, in the perimeter,
is where I’ll stay, obscene rabble
cruelly shunned by the insiders
proud in their narrow virtuous views.
Out here is lonely freedom—
freedom to think,
to feel,
to create,
to live,
unbound by fetters of respectability.
Out here is where I belong.
Restless Heart
So you say she has a restless heart
Maybe too often you are apart
Well that’s not too smart
Gotta tame that restless heart
I know where to start
Make it sing
Over the joy you will bring
Give it a new song
For all that went wrong
Love it truly
Never cruelly
Show it compassion
Unmatched passion
Give it a reason
To settle in and settle down
You need to bring it around
So love will be found
Gotta tame that restless heart
So say I love you
Then shoot it
With Cupids dart
That’s the only answer
To a restless heart
It’s a wonderful day my sweetheart
Much more beautiful though it might be
If we weren’t so cruelly set apart
For the reason that I cannot see
The sun beats down making patches of snow
Turn black and the roads are dry
I put on my leather boots to go
And dark glasses to hide my eyes
The pussy willow's in bloom; this means
That winter is fading away
I look at your blue hyacinths
They are spreading their petals today.
Richard the Third
was cruelly absurd.
He merely on whim,
disposed of who opposed him.
Cardinal Bourchier,
as matter of procedure,
did Richard’s bids
and hid the kids.
Henry Tudor,
Richard’s extruder,
challenged the Ring
and then became King.
The End.
Where are those green soils
That we used to dig
Waves in every pore
In soft moonlit hours
And plant sapling of choice
Ecstatic earth trembled
Do you remember
How soft earth it was
And that pond in the middle
We would plunge our bucket
And lift it filled with water
The clock yielding
cherry blossoms
Time is a dacoit
The Huns and Vandals
It robs us of our roses
It plunders our jewellery
Destructs our construction
Not just cruelly, ruthlessly
Time itself is ever present
With its indestructible two arrows
Aha, what a dense green it was
And what a tree it yielded
Sonnet under green light
Of the ephemeral glowworms
I saw them hanging
Strung up and dead
Empty,just bones
And black feathers.
Hung as a warning
Cruelly exposed
Headless and hollow
I walked among them
And set them free
Wishing them peace
I had to untie them
I let them rest
I gave them dignity
If I was watched
I hope they understand
I never hurt them
Bones and black feathers
So sad to see
And so I walked on
Reaching for boundless expression
that love demands, that love insists upon,
that love violently and courageously pushes
itself into a frightening and all encompassing vast
of joy and sex and vulnerability that connects and corrupts
just to be cruelly interrupted by the number six.
My friend of the exuberant
Far ranging converse gone,
The over the front hedge
Meaningful long chats gone,
The stop and talk when we met
So very cruelly suddenly gone.
I feel so very deeply for
His beloved family and wife
And for the great big hole
He’s left in my own life.
No more anecdotes to be shared
No more speaking face to face
My world now somewhat shrunken
A much less satisfying place.
Stood by the hedge to remember
With closed eyes to easily recall
Those pleasant easy hours
When we never quite said it all.
I’ll remember with joy
Those memories I have
Of every single chat, regret
All those we’d yet to have.
Never quite changing the world
But not for want of trying
Yes, we never changed the world
But it was not for want of trying.
YAHWEH comes from the Old Testament
where this was one of God's names
it's based on the Hebrew name JHVH
which, from the Hebrew 'I AM', it came
YAHWEH has always and ever been
totally self-existent, completely alone
being self-sufficient, absolutely in no need
dependent on no one, on His own
YAHWEH is the creator of all things
in heaven above and here on earth below
every living thing indeed He has made
creating mankind in all from head to toe
YAHWEH knows everything and everyone
all of the past and all that's to come
we can trust in all He has said
in His word, picking up every crumb
YAHWEH is God who came in Jesus
to this earth to deliver mankind from sin
on the cross, Jesus was cruelly crucified
for man's redemption, He did truly win
YAHWEH, as God, will come again
one day in His future forever to reign
this old world, He will wrap up
then this God of eternity fulfils His claims
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