The Christian who preaches
death and destruction, End
Times, is little better than the
Tyrant who says, do as the
state says, or suffer the consequences --
we are no good to heaven if we
arrive there for fear of damnation.
No sane father, beyond the years
of a child’s early development, wants his child
to fear him. Love but not fear. Love
and fear cannot coexist. Sin wants
us to fear. Love does not. Dropping
bombs or dropping damnation are one
in the same. It is man’s way, and not
the way of our nurturing God. Love
is the Light and Way of a harmonic
universe....
When our children were mere babies…
dependent on us for food, love, shelter…and more
it never crossed our minds
to send them off to war.
I wish we…and our leaders would remember…
when declaring war…
knowing the death and destruction that will befall
those women and men you send to fight…
are still someone’s babies after all.
Unloving is the opposition to God, God’s rules, and living good.
Unloving is when you have negative behaviors that cause others to follow and cause harm.
Unloving is bad, it can cause many negative things to happen, like death and destruction.
Unloving is real, it is told about in many ways, we can see it every day.
Unloving is like the opposite of good, they are opposers of each other.
Unloving is a person that lacks love, lacks forgiveness, lacks human qualities, lacks the desire to repent and do good.
Unloving is a person or group that has ways that make us feel afraid, they want to do harm, and change you into an unfeeling kind of slum.
Unloving makes a person unable to forgive, they want to spread their ways and cause harm in many ways.
So let's be aware of the scary, unloving ways, and pray for those who have lost their way to love.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
From tragedies emerge
untapped reservoirs of faith
astonishing their bearers and the world
Why God, O Why, does it take
death and destruction ~
~ for Your nature to unfurl
global death and destruction emanates from greed ~ not from human need
The long stretch
Has taken your kisses
The breaking caused amnesia
I have no memory of what was
Are we still connected
I can not hear your whisper
The wind whips
The Ocean raises high
Death and destruction
Surrounding the impetus grounding
I can't find you
All that clothes me in this gale
Is that you once held me
Please, my LOVE
...remember me
Written by Trudy Schrader on 11-112025
One wonders, searching concept to reality; urge to desired dreams of paradise
Is man apart his own journey one runs, clarity of knowledge laid claim to evolution
Desires for peace meet by war fronts, innocent die like guilty evil predator walks
Amongst our soul just as life's breath
What is a man that he kill all light but darkness reigns death and destruction
World without love is a heart's tears, fallen to pains misery feeding our depths
Do we better journey which lie ahead, portrait of water color washable in mist
Lost being, like fog covered waters, rough sea devouring every gulp breathe
Is survival worldly or demise we fight in disarray
What is it we thrive that is not life, other than ourselves important priorities conclude
Achievable means to control uncivil hatred persistence
Among my being a flaw in design to beauty, chance find heart, a man apart from the rest
I also find peace, my last words laid to rest, untamed spirit; in search of Godly world
Everyday it seems
Society is stretched
By some pressure
Internal or ex
Till the center
Cannot hold
And it comes apart
At the seams
A little more.
While the world
Has known worse
Death and destruction
Disease and famine
Today’s Earthlings
Have increasingly reached
Their limited bandwidth
Over something
As simple
As a tweet.
When does it end
This self destruction
Which seeks
To take down
As many
As it can?
When we return
To traditional values
Of faith, family
And country.
Are we close
To such
A turning point?
So close.
Will it be achieved?
The jury
Is still out.
(9/28/25)
(“Creation Myth Merit Badge”, 2016, original oil)
Death Cult In Our Midst
There is a death cult in our midst
Some you can tell, many you can’t
Until they open their mouths
And out comes the hate for Life
And cheering on of Death.
Everywhere you look you can see the cult
Online, on TV, in movies and games
Where death and destruction
Is glorified and normalized
And you score points and win
When you kill.
The line between fantasy and reality
Thus blurred and/or erased
Leaves US where we are today
Broken and divided
Fearful and emboldened.
What does tomorrow bring?
More death
The cult dreams, whispers, chants and sings.
More death
Until only the pure remain.
(9/15/25)
Love lies, to win your heart and break it apart.
Loves that lies are just clowns that have a big frown.
They have no heart or soul inside of them, they are like the tin man in the wizard of oz.
Like the one God warns of, the false one that comes with love but really wants to chain you to death and destruction for life.
God is truth and love, lovers that lie are the opposite, they are haters and liars.
Real love is real, and stays and cares, never leaves and is always there through the storms.
Real love can weather all of life’s ups and downs.
Don’t feel down, if the clown is finally gone.
Thank God, for letting you see the truth and love of real love.
For one that can play with people’s hearts, must have no heart at all.
Loves beware, and take care, don’t be fooled by a ghoul.
Lifting prayers to God, for all that have been hurt by love.
The nobility, the priesthood,
The common, the slaves
A life's journey fixed,
Elected for life or
Passed from father to son.
Omens, divinations,
Predictions, reading future
They were skilled mathematicians,
Historians, keepers of knowledge
Recorded details in codices.
Books of fig bark paper
Mayans wrote, kept count
Of Sun's path, tracked Venus
With surprising Accuracy,
Marked zenith twined with beliefs
Hard workers ate well,
Worshiped their many gods
In willing exuberance
Artisans, carvers,
Traded true, cities grew
Peaceful obsidian warriors
Extravagant kings and queens
Fell to their own intelligence
Wrath of gods unfurled red-carpet
For death and destruction
Nothing to eat, nothing to carve,
Nothing to record, nothing to trade,
Nothing to fight, none left to please god
Nothing to sacrifice, simply collapsed.
They weren't spared, would we be?
War is like a battle of serpents
evil slithering from all directions
Poison comes from their fangs
in the form of bombs and artillery
The snakes surround and strangle
like tanks in the middle of the night
But can you see them, smell them
as they cause death and destruction
Multi-colored and camouflaged
they seek to kill and maim
So let me take this sword and dagger
and cut off the two headed snakes
Let them bleed out
so freedom can reign
Mother Earth
is due for her hysterectomy.
Soon she will lap dance
in a crystal-clear sterility
far from her blood-soaked fields.
She is done with nurturing,
done with death and destruction.
She gave her all,
but that was then,
now the soil is blistering
for want of her winnowing,
her threshing.
Her attention
is upon herself alone.
There is a place
a lit-up stardust dive
where all fertility deities
eventually arrive -
there they
gyrate and twerk
for those
who,
quite by chance,
have dug their way out
of their own graves,
yet even they must pass away,
as she strips down
to her last scant garments
then yowls with glee
knowing
she is free.
when the puppet masters pull the strings,
its death and destruction to all living things.
when the bombs and missiles are deployed,
mankind’s virtues, are totally destroyed.
judgements are freely, bought and sold
to the one whose veins runs icy cold.
onwards the machine of war forever rolls and roll,
while the poor suffer it's destruction, and bloody toll.
all this destruction led’s the innocent to grieve,
humanity has disappeared; it has taken its leave.
due to mans greed, and add corruption,
the results are humanities, malfunction.
the path led’s man to the goal absolute,
now hatred has grown it`s poisonous fruit,.
war delivers, and then man does shiver
drowning in the cesspool of the river.
The raven caw loudly from tree branches,
as 2 of them argue or emphasize a point
These large birds seem to arrive at times of death
I saw them at a graveyard on a cold winter day
I see them lately swirling above in Spring
Something about their voice carries far
As if it is full of unwanted messages repeating...
The silence may be better, but too empty at times
Moments fill with thoughts of then, now, later
Instead, I choose to fly myself , with new thoughts
Above and beyond all this, with imagination
Knowing later, my voice will carry just as far
and break any lurking silence that breaks my heart
New things will be found, created and experienced
Just as the Cherry blossoms bloom above dead crocus
There will always be the inevitable circumstances
There is no way to dodge such hurdles in life
But, with my mind, heart and soul anything is possible
With my being, I will overcome, death and destruction
I know my journey and every step that I have taken
It is a long, weaving road that leads to peace... as it whispers
Heidi Sands
5/14/24
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