Never deflect your truth for
Borrowed eyes
Every choice you make is
Paid in life-wise
Voices' conversation is loud but never
Lived your grind
Expect no chorus when you
Discipline your own mind
Root your steps in what feels
Justified
Justify nothing- your spirit is
Enough
Under your skin lives the
Tangible tough stuff
Silence is power when the
World wants evidence
Trust your path even when it
Feels standoffish
Inside your calm sits the
Truest truism
Fear evaporates when you
Stand uncuffed
Your choices don't need a
Magistrate
Anger is boundaries finally
Speaking
No weakening to keep
The peace in
Growth hits harder when you
Stop tweaking
Energy saved is energy boosting
Respect your fire without
Deteriorating
Defend nothing- your life ain't a
Trial
Every lesson earned came with
Its own distance
Faith in yourself stays flexible
Open only to those who understand
Ignore the pressure to defend
Carry your calm like a trusted
Companion
Every step you take soars
Stay aligned with divinity's will
My
dearest,
shed a tear,
light a candle,
love Christ completely.
Then go, spread the gospel,
true defender of the faith.
Reach near and far, press on my love;
never give in, nor settle, and know...
'For to live is Christ, and to die is gain.'
For my beloved.
(Poem a day)
01.07.2026
In a world of wizards, I chose Malfoy.
Among superheroes, I chose Loki.
Among gods, I chose Medusa.
They say villains are often misunderstood—
that their pain outweighs a hero’s motive for peace.
But that’s not quite it, is it?
Villains were crushed to the depths of the earth,
yet they learned to grow in the dark.
They carried their cuts deep within their hearts,
tending them just enough
not to bleed—
until their reasoning felt complete.
And the world romanticized their suffering,
glorified their agony.
They were cursed,
and still chose to rise.
They were taught there was only one throne to sit on,
only one supreme power to attain,
only one man fit to rule the world.
And sometimes—
they folded before a woman,
forgetting empires, crowns, revenge and conquest
for the sake of love.
So don’t blame me when I choose a villain.
Because in doing so, I choose his desires,
his potential,
and the entirety of who he is—
not just the scars he bares
This poem praises a father's resolve and strength during a trying divorce process
Divorce is a storm,
A whirlwind of pain,
but you are the anchor.
Brother; do not drift,
Do not break.
Your children,your focus,
Your reason to fight
Refuse to let the bitterness
devour you.
Hope,choose strength.
Be their rock,their shelter.
You will survive this together
Their father's love is their shield.
Anybody Gunna believe her
About the dam beaver
Collecting sticks
Acting like bricks
Water contained
Whose Gunna complain
About the beaver
Having workaholic fever
Dedicated to the project
You got it
Watching the dam thing grow
Just for the wind to blow
Knocking everything down
Making the dam beaver frown
Scurrying back to dry ground
To pick up sticks
That will act like bricks
Creating a dam
That will stand
Nature’s power
Making the dam beaver tower
Over everything
Anointing dam beaver King
Hail my friend
When finished, building the structure to defend
Someone should commend
Check we will send
Allowing the dam beaver to be rich
Running a successful dam business niche
Deed well done
Thank you, you are welcome
I amm incensed apalled; outraged as an intended blanket Un-law approaches its final stage.' where is the backbone?
Oh Victoria fair.' Is it truly lacking? What are you allowing?
Down there.' You seem only to loose.' And give away.? Yet
You have come to the point.' As to whats the point? All must say? Your lives are next.' And the very soul of a (once
Famous state) now WAKE UP BE BOLD!! treat this as you
Did ' the voice' just stand together its a simple choice.'
Stand for your elders who in con-vid died for your chidrden
Harmed.' Search for some hestro-pride.' Support the warriors there are many still 'dig in diggers' and hold your
Hill.! Speak the truth and honour all your brave fallen.!
Show the country and the world. That you are all; going
All in!
Deny the whispers that snake through the cracks,
their weight too heavy, their truth too raw.
Shield your soul with veils of silence,
words wrapped in shadows, never fully formed.
Defend the fortress you built in haste,
each brick laid with trembling hands,
each wall painted with promises unkept.
Stand your ground against the tidal doubt,
even as the waves carve their mark.
Dispose of the echoes that linger too long,
discard the shards of battles once fought.
Let the ruins crumble into forgotten dust,
for in their absence, a seed takes root.
Stupidity defend yourself
I've come to take you out
Don't treat it like it's just a date
for I am feared as shout
I'll say to you you haven't learned
and tell you of my beef
And you will have to listen good
or so I want to think
Then you will say you saw a squirrel
and I will say where?
And Trudeau will be Prime Mister
and I will still not care
So I will go on taunting you
wherever you may go
And say you're all I think of you
and not to bare me so
Ruskie the racoon
Saw the moon
Started to cry
Knowing the critter had to try
Defending some one's lie
From stars it did shine
Onto the untankful line
A planet in the night
Trying to be bright
Giving off enough light
Wearing a bandit mask
Ruskie was giving a violent task
Invading a home
To see if anyone was alone
Opening the door
Ruskie crept on the floor
Ready to declare it clear
Nothing to fear
Until a small image did appear
Coming up from Ruskie’s rear
Holding a silver firearm
Used on the cattle back at the barn
With survival in the eye
A child had the decision 'if Ruskie was going to die?'
There was a pleaded request
Before sending Ruskie to a place to rest
“Ruskie please stop
Or I will pull this trigger making a sound that will go pop pop
And if this does happen
In your pants you will do some crappin”
IN was a little girl,
With my relative little girl,
Walking with a male.
Going at the nearest shop,
See a woman in shop,
He left chanch in shop.
I speak with my relative,
But she left him leave,
The chanch she couldn't reaceive.
Another day going in markert,
Greeting one familly when meet,
Become accited with our greet.
Gave us money to decide,
Only having on her side,
My relative became aside.
Having them on her hand,
She wasn't kind, I mind,
My parents I couldn't attend.
IN was a little girl,
With my relative little girl,
Walking with a male.
Going at the nearest shop,
See a woman in shop,
He left chanch in shop.
I speak with my relative,
But she left him leave,
The chanch she couldn't reaceive.
Another day going in markert,
Greeting one familly when meet,
Become accited with our greet.
Gave us money to decide,
Only having on her side,
My relative became aside.
Having them on her hand,
She wasn't kind, I mind,
My parents I couldn't attend.
The mosquitoes raid
The human's palms defend
Oh, it's too swift for
The palms that cannot fly
Slap, slap, slap
The palms got one
Oh, the palms too
are smeared with blood
This greedy mosquito
Full of human blood
Is too heavy to fly
Difficult and thorny mission is defend the indefensible...
Alone,
we are
judges and defendants,
alone
we blame ourselves
and we hold
to concepts
so vain...
Does it matter what others think of you?
Is that something about which you should stew?
When your mortal journey is at an end,
it isn't what others think you'll have to defend.
The truth you long ago knew--
what will matter is what you think about you.
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