what the future promise?
depends on what one has done
evil for evil; good for good
What we collectively feel
Become humanity’s deeds;
Feelings are our reactions,
Predilections, preoccupation with --
Obsessively entertained seem~ paramount needs!
The nurturing of good bodies
Or, piercing wars
Horrific blood-letting bleeds --
Deeds are the washout
Stains and cultivation's
What came after the seeds
Our generosities and greeds.
The soul of man demands
Seldom satisfied
While the spirit elevated pleads:
Enough! Mercy! Mercy!
To the faint murmurs of your conscience, heed
Let no evil in your heart breed
With good thoughts your mind feed
In fecund soil, plant the seed
And harvest the fruits of your deed
In moments dark, you lit the way,
A constant heart, come what may.
No words can say, no deeds can show,
How much you mean, how much I know.
You're the calm in my stormy sea,
The one who holds me, sets me free.
With every breath, you'll stay with me,
In every moment, you'll be the key.
Through laughter and tears, through joy and pain,
You've been the one who'd catch me again.
Your love is the anchor that holds me tight,
My safe haven, my guiding light.
In busy days and quiet nights,
Your presence is the one thing that feels right.
You lift me up when I'm feeling low,
And with one smile, my heart starts to glow.
You see the best in me, even when I can't,
You believe in me, and that's a beautiful chant.
With you, I feel like I can face the world,
Together, our love will be the flag that's unfurled.
In this wild ride called life, you're the one I hold,
The one I'd travel miles and miles to be with, bold.
Your love is the melody that fills my soul,
The beat that keeps my heart whole.
So here's to you, my guiding star,
Thank you for being there, near and far.
I love you more with each passing day,
Forever and always, in every way.
Cover for necro-mania, and other horrors, worked by epstein, deviation
From accountability; apperition like; I
Seem to see? In violence both near and
Far..into a mud, it seems is set the bar'
Most info, screams of only war, yet the
Shrieks were real, and i guess still are.?
From those sacrificial, innocent ones..I
Wonder? Who among us really sleeps now
Well.? And feels affected.' Yet time itself; has yet to tell? Tranches of info to
Light stay coy? The torrid tomes of pred o
Viles..Dear girls and boys' much abuse and
Slaughter.' Yet who wields the knife? Or guns? Or bombs..? How i curse this blight.'
Some light..I crave, yet darkness reigns..'
As ex-royals and current dignitaries, play table top
Games.'
I took another look in the mirror, I just had to see,
the person standing there, couldn’t be me.
As I beheld his weathered face,
I began to speak to him in grace.
The thing’s he said to me, I cannot share,
there are things you’re hearts couldn’t bare.
The second time I chose to look,
was the eyes, they read like a book.
If we just look at our images you see,
we forget what manner of person we be.
For when you see what people see, yet they do not know,
the looking in our eyes, becomes the mirror of our soul.
Yet our actions speak louder than our words you see,
for in our deeds, is that inner man, of you and me.
though we try to hide him, he has his subtle way,
he slips out into the open, every single day.
The day will sooner come
When I no longer am.
For time is swift and short.
And life is such a sport.
We come and go so fast
Nothing will ever last!
They say that deeds outlive.
Which I for sure believe.
The things we do remain
To speak of what we gain.
12/1/2026
Tranquil sands of a fallen land,
Held no place within an empty hand.
Tyrannical birds, with bombs in flight,
Riddling the air, on souls alight.
"We, the prey of this haughty reign,"
Offering no space for the cooking flame—
Hungry bones that crave for justice,
Blind, the vultures—drowned in malice.
A scholar is known for his scholarly output
A minister’s renowned for good deeds
God sits back and judges them both
~ based on what His creations need
It doesn't matter who it is
In this world, if you
Do good things in life
Good things will come back to you
And if you do bad things
Bad things will come back to you
Before you leave this earth
When this body, a shoddy tent,
Is folded and tucked away,
Of no more use, it’s value spent,
Only memories left as communique.
What remarkable gifts did it leave?
Did it accomplish any good?
Will it be known just for its ease,
Or did it do everything it could?
Was it an intense and shining light,
That helped others upon the Path,
Showing passage in the night,
To escape the world’s evil wrath?
Will it be known for moral integrity,
Compassion and solace to those in need?
How many in the sea of community
Will know any of its worthy deeds?
Did it stand against the storms,
Braving opposition that souls be served?
When flooded by nefarious norms,
Did it miraculously stronger emerge?
~ Limerick Style * ~
Some maintain that ‘thought is for aught’
At least that’s what I have been taught
But thought fathers the deed
It plants the tiny seed ~
Without which great doings are naught
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*A limerick in form, as opposed to content.
Not meant to be a side-splitter, but rather
'contemplative humor.'
I walk through life with grace,
A smile, a nod, in every place stepped,
I give without a thought to keep and feel proud,
And find my joy in kindness deep and helping others,
Each day, I plant little seeds,
With gentle words, caring deeds, helping hands, and sweet smile,
No spotlight shines, no grand parade, no acclamations and prizes,
Yet love grows strong in each choices and deeds made,
I trust in karma’s quiet and subtle ways,
It weaves through life softly displayed,
The good we share, it circles back, with miraculous intent,
To warm the heart where once was lack, and discontent,
For the truth, like candle’s glow,
Good karma helps and shapes my wandering soul.
Quote:"The ideals which have always shone before me and filled me with joy are goodness, beauty, and truth."-- Albert Einstein
Good deeds not just
For traffic, but
Comes from the heart.
Do you need me as much as fish
A waterproof raincoat would need?
A piece of salmon on your dish
Is dressed with sprouts and beet
You watch the breaking news report
One candidate withdrew
His rival did survive from shot
Looks like he’s getting through
The world will get what it deserves
You vaguely think of this
And there I am, behind the curve
Still casually exist
I’d love to come across the floor
To see your face again
Why you mistreat me like a foe
Unblock my weary brain
The words are said, the deeds are done
All days belong to you
And all the evenings, when the sun
Tints up your eyes with blue.
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