You make me smile
I make you cry
You tell me you love me
I only ask you why
You make me happy
I make you mad
You always forgive me
but still I’m bad
You give yourself freely
I’m always taking
You’re always true
but I’m always faking
Why can’t you see
you deserve better than this
not this game I play
but true love and eternal bliss
Why are you so perfect
and I’m such a heel
you full of love and life
and me barely able to feel
How can you love
a nobody like me
when all I have to offer
is a heart too broken to be free
So show me a better way
to help me stay and fight
teach this fool how to love you
and finally get it right
Because without you I’m nothing
just another shadowless soul
Another wandering victim
to add to love's death toll
Saracen princess,
Blackened corridors bathed in honey hold you in high esteem as you dance in flickers, eyes raising the death toll every time you envision your body against your next casualty. It pleases me greatly.
Could you cross into that other world with me? Our souls have traversed the morning sky, searching for the cure to this hallucination, masking horripilation with lust and ambition. It would please me greatly.
I am the son of the soldier who was the grandson of a soldier who was the great-grandson of a chief. My mother tells me my grandmother believes she's a queen. It pleases me greatly.
I will bring you every world. The corridors of my heart flicker, masking the morning sky with visions of blackened soldiers, horror hollowed by a honeyed queen. You please me greatly.
Camp Mystic
so many tears
too many tears
Search and rescue efforts continued Monday as the death toll from catastrophic flash flooding in Central Texas grew to at least 104 people, including 28 children.
a slow loris has a deadly trick
she takes her time, she’s sneaky and slick
venom is held in her elbow daily
Let’s pretend she is angry with my cousin Bailey.
The slow loris mixes venom with her saliva in the yard
then bites Bailey with her sharp teeth, good and hard
could he die? Oh, yes, that is the slow loris’ goal
She has already racked up a decent death toll.
The Joplin EF5 blew into Joplin Missouri the evening of May 22, 2011
Before this tornado had eaten its fill, 158 people went to heaven.
This EF5 was a mile wide; she was on the ground for over twenty miles.
No one was safe; there was a lot of terror, and few smiles.
Damaging four thousand homes, injuring over eleven hundred people.
Destroying the hospital, and eight churches, leaving not a steeple.
The costliest single tornado in US history, says a reference book.
Her death toll was the highest since 1947 if you want to take a look.
The Joplin EF5 was the first EF5 tornado since 1947, before I was alive.
I cannot envision the horror of this catastrophe, terrified of every EF5.
Finger on the trigger
Death toll getting bigger
Desperate action required with vigor
What’s happening in our world….Go figure!
The Day the Earth Shook
Today a place called Haiti,
weighs heavy on my mind.
A small island Country State,
where life has been unkind.
With little shanty houses,
no food to feed the young.
War and unrest through the years,
a trap to be unstrung.
A seven-point earthquake struck,
it rattled this small place.
Shook it to the very core,
it did not miss a trace.
Children died in the rumble,
the death toll yet unknown.
Please pray for the little ones,
and mercy to be shown.
Let's bring them food and water,
so swiftly to their aid.
And call out to survivors,
so they won’t be afraid.
Offer our hands in friendship,
to aid them in their plight.
Hope in the wake of sorrow,
and light to their dark night.
I think God says unto us,
we know what we must do.
When we open up our hearts,
it shows us what is true.
By
Josehf Lloyd Murchison
"Predictions were for 2023 & 2024: "Again, heat exposure will hit many communities, death toll significant, take precautionary measures," ... by Poet
Shift
Winter
into Spring
and the first day
will bring the Vernal
Equinox and Groundhog
Day pled an early Spring year
above norm temps in northern parts
late El Niño stretched warmth goes soaring
Twenty-Twenty-Four Warmth Openness Signs
When in that dark space of overwhelming sadness, deepest grief,
an anguished soul pleads for mercy, some relief..
The compassion from others is consoling but brief.
One must savor the sanctity that comes with sleep..
There the subconscious mind in it's dream state will find,
those lost, those loved.
It's a heavenly sign.
While our weary world weeps with a death toll so steep,
one can lift up death's veil and find solace in sleep.
Dark times once, dark time twice,
And now for a third time,
Air full of planes,
Hearts full of grime,
Marching off to war,
Countries combine,
Countries fight,
No peace treaty to sign,
Death toll rises,
Bombs drop,
No way to escape,
Will it ever stop?
Dreams I have while sleeping
I sometimes wake up weeping
Maybe times past
They come at me so fast
Maybe times yet to see
All these things that may come to be.
Fire from the sky
Have no clue why
So many people sit and cry
Weapons of Mankind's construction
Releases so much destruction
15 minutes of a world making war
Can't see the sun no more
Death toll starts to soar
For years the sun will hide
Winter won't subside
So many die
Under the dead sky
What have we done
Covered the sun
And in the end ,nobody even won
Hippy, could I say? Or rogue, rascal or roughneck?
Who, his and lives of others, does knowingly wreck;
These are 'born with a silver spoon in the mouth', sure,
In their mind and heart, yet, are these noble and pure...?
Though looked respectable, in verity, spoiled brats,
They hide from honesty like rats from frenzied cats;
Magnificent meals they majestically host,
As though accomplishing austere missions they boast...!
Wreckage, sabotage, torment, torture, loot and kill,
Watching others dying inch by inch - is their thrill;
Fighting against the good, is like playing football,
Their hearts never melt seeing severest death toll...!
As any association that gets started,
With principles noble and goodness wholehearted;
Bullingdon Boys too had objectives virtuous,
Living of which gradually grew arduous...!
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She said, I will love you unconditionally.
Her boy friend said same to her additionally.
I can understand her; she is greatly guilt-filled,
Is he, pacifying her? Is his conscience grilled?
Relationships, here, are often, like, butterflies,
Flying; fluttering; yet, limited by the skies;
Flowers after flowers they try to pace around,
Within short pleasure circles their movements get drowned...!
Fast friends ran away when misfortune came to stay,
Times taught me: this is the world's existential way;
Do you have wealth? Do you have bills? Can you spend all?
Who, here on earth, cares for your deep psychic death-toll?
Jesus! I understood; there's none else here on earth,
To pour on you purest love from your very birth;
It's, hence, I hold his hands; with him I walk so long,
My power proves, he's unconditionally strong...!
05 November 2022
What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, yet,
last year’s death toll amassed far too much grief.
We count life’s breaths with terminal regrets.
Lost my loud and crazy best friend, Yvette,
we had just spoken. I’m still in disbelief.
What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, yet.
Aunt Queeny and Cousin John met June’s debt
with weariness and time stretched not so brief.
We count life’s breaths with terminal regrets.
Shakespearian Sawyer ended his verve, met
unending anguish from Issac’s unborn sleep.
What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, yet.
Five more red curtain calls left us bereft,
Mom’s Song of Farewell brought lasting relief.
We count life’s breaths with terminal regrets.
Casket palls placed, welcome new life, netting
God’s comfort for the kin and the deceased.
What does not kill you makes you stronger, yet,
we count life’s breaths with terminal regrets.
He asked the world to close the skies
He graciously thanked them for support
For sending food and supplies
He told them of the horror
As the death toll continued to rise
He said the sanctions are a start
But we need to close the skies
Shells and bombs rain down
In clouded aerial disguise
They fell on hospitals and schools
Losses of indescribable size
He said they target from above
He explained to his closest allies
Safely in their suits so far away
You need to close the skies
He asked from the middle of a warzone
Determination in his eyes
He said what if this were your country
Your children, your own battle cries
Your friends that took up arms
Hoping your new comrades aren't the spies
He knows the consequences
For the allies crossing lines
But how long can they hold off a giant
And tell loved ones their goodbyes
So he asked them. Please.
Close the skies.
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