In whose eyes, whose hands alone
Precious. Fragile.
God's; this gemmed sphere; men defile.
Men, warring, crack.
Compassionate perspective.
Its reach, as broad.
True love's! A kind, men who hoard
A dead stone lack.
Heard the news all about strait of Hormuz
Israel derail flail impale Septic tanks muse
Evisceration of entire nation excuse do use
The emancipation of a pariah state the ruse
Eschews queues of pundit crews from pews
Abuse truths confuse proof of sleuths views
Clues bright clear hues who did light the fuse
Whichever side you choose everyone will lose
Fossil fuel rule the soaring price of a barrel
Notoriety of warring society as things unravel
Deploring apparel Dickensian dystopia carol
Impropriety imploring piety noone can travel
Trump myopia even after alarm of Vietnam
Cruise missiles trials denials all about harm
Disarm nuclear piles more lies from the farm
Can’t becalm not napalm just arm AI wiles
No qualm war once more hush defile isles
Crush the rush of plush paedophiles files
Thus does the Sun speak to another day
Whispering of truths long unfulfilled
Of warmth and gentle breezes in disguise
Turned by errant shadows into lies
For we will blame the rain upon the clouds
And curse the living for becoming shrouds
Echoing the distant thunderous roar
Of those who claim we could have done much more
And yet we hold one “god” against another
As men defile the twisted name of “brother”
To enflame the twisted fury of the lie
That our greatest gift to ”them” is that we die
Thus, the moon will hum its silent prayer
Its echoes but the shadows of despair
"Nothing but the truth"
The truth is not located in the left, the center, the right or the extremities.
It is above politics, ideologies and dogmas.
It doesn't care about my or your opinions and perspectives.
You can believe in leprechauns all you want. You are incapable of altering the truth in the slightest.
The truth is one, objective and universal. It is found above my or your subjective beliefs.
The truth is a sacred ideal of the higher planes of existence.
Like an untainted holy grail of blinding astral light that no mental perversion or falsehood can defile.
The truth cannot be approached by faith, but through true logic with common sense or by personal experience of it.
Gaia, mother of us all
wars defile our sacred Earth
we sow the dead like seeds
reap a harvest from invader’s guns.
In this, now gutted land
seared by hate and grief
as schools become mass graves
hope is a word for other tongues.
Flowers of their native dirt
families wrapped side by side
here only death can bloom
when infant buds are made to starve.
“Sedation”
by Positive Mark
Deep, still blue.
Rage from the Peekskills, now caged from his street skills, with the vantage point of a gargoyle heart of stone.
The streets should be mine, but there’s always other stragglers.
Used to be streets. Now, it’s backroads, chasing antlers.
Conjuring faces of the fallen. Wondering from what damned direction I’ma hear our sins calling.
Freeing the spirit with acts that defile matter.
Forever shaking the salt from the blood splatter.
Heart with a hard on for that incense carbon smoke.
Fix me up a bump, and I damn sure better choke.
Point me to the spot where them cats is on dippers.
Scroll down on Backpage for Baltimore strippers.
Five day admission, and back to the medication.
Deep, still blue.
Drenched in darkness for sedation.
Not who you was but whom is portrayed
We all with evil, pulpits shouts redemption rise
Every is entitled to redeem heart of the soul
Upon themselves the desire to want change
Among mist of our depths lays stories, secrets
Darkness evil hidden away torcher's pain
Taught morals, respect, one looks for in another
The kindness of being promoting good will
What is it we are except what we allow
That we have become radical civilization of hate
War falls upon the lips, riots destroy instead unite
Purpose of government not meant to control
But overseer of different law of land we bury
For our own good, forsaken all we stand
While hiding behind image of world our steps
All desiring riches, the promised way to life
But you can not find purpose with close eyes
Among starry skies, dreams of reality hopes
We fly flags, liberation to freedom rights
Each fighting against another even ourselves
We call for change just defile objective to be
Like selling your soul, price we give to breath
But does one die in vain their doing
Where does the soul go that live this breathe
But he be a better man than the world his journey
Famine preys upon a desolated civilization
Dying out the old breed new world awaits
What makes one soul defile goodness
The heart, as if it does not feel
Is mankind just a beast of nature's mix
Devouring the lamb like wolf's they are
We are farmers of the nations growth
Sow a seed, pass knowledge not the buck
We depend upon the other to feed world
Kids killing kids,as adult we kill our own
Lead by example, they strip God from belief
Corrupt being of evil's greed run deadly wild
Fight good and evil rumbles the house
Who runs the temple, they fill us with hate
Of their own demise their thirst is quench
Evil of one's heart bleeds its color
Do us good, I think not future at hand
But tomorrow I may not see sun rise sky
A bird in a bath, youngster at play with no care
Tomorrow could end today while love carries on
Give to society what's better, not evil's desire proclamation
But you are a chosen race, a royal priesthood, a holy
nation, a people for his own possession that you may
proclaim the excellencies of him who called you out of darkness into his marvelous light
[Perhaps this is apart of my twisted delusions? Oh, mundane, antithetical, to dream of a median--a deranged, psychotic thought.]
[“I ponder the chains of order; perpetually asphyxiating a ‘disobedience’. Why, why we need of persecuting the good?”]
[Malice subsumes those who yet to temper, and sorrow enshrouds those refined. Crux, crux, I call to, whom ignore my solemn cries.]
[“A fate of malevolence albeit conduct--oh, love, abhor, equity seldom be attained.“]
[Is it merely viable?]
[“Or am I just simply insensate?”]
[Ah, break me free of the binding chains-- one of rectitude, the other loathe, as if there’s no point in between.]
[“Told of finding peace, tempted to defile, disequilibrium.”]
[Why serenity remain beyond touch?]
[“Is it plausible to grasp?”]
A fate of dystopia.
You are a human being so vile.
How could I, with you, myself, defile?
Yet, you are an angel. heaven sent,
my time away from you, misspent.
Where is your needle on my dial?
It jumps like New England weather
or a breeze blowing a feather,
Up and down or in the middle,
I cannot answer this riddle:
Do you and I belong together?
As spring graces the face of the earth,
an underlying coldness settles below.
Petals dance in the fleeting breeze,
yet a quiet goodbye waits beneath
Time and time again, cherry blossoms bloom,
as the October winds threaten to defile them
But if winter lingers on the surface,
and spring beneath,
doesn't that mean that with every bloom,
a bone-chilling frost begins to creep.
I receive just pure trust, love and no unbelief,
No abandonment, no fear,
No lies, stealing, nor slander
To defile hearts and hopes
Let all children believe, trust and love.
Care for them and make them secure for their conquests
Tell them The Truth, give them courage
Keep their hopes shining and hearts blessed.
Your grace of healing tore the cores of the fault finders.
Your works that sprang from divine power, for them, were blinders.
They pulled in Beelzebub to defile your divine might.
Like battlers, the nerds of Banes never left a chance to fight.
In-fights ruin kingdoms, households, and metropolises.
Wars between beasts and humans bring in necropolises.
Finding fault with the strength of the Spirit is blasphemy.
Placing one's feeble faith on deadly deeds is anomie.
Ignorance, like yeast in the bread, had enlivened the thoughts.
In pride and prejudice, the Pharisees planned petty plots
Courteous acts of compassion, they thought, were knells of time.
As ones misleading mankind, in them, crime was in its prime.
No role the Satan has when the divine overpowers
You chased each evil out and brought on all serene showers.
when both sides of aisle
caused problems and would defile
will then been on trial
How dare you spit upon his garb!
This peaceful bredda who by nature only loves,
When you should have been his Rasta queen
Your ghastly behaviour drew a scene
And I- woman just like you
Hang my head in shame
As you defile our name.
Selassie-I know seh di Rasta man took a deep breath
To honour his philosophy,
But like a lamb to the slaughter,
he was reduced
In front of the whole community.
He sought calm in his Rasta chant
Swallowed his pride,
Turned the next cheek, and with human dignity.
Yet that pouncing Jezebel
Delilah,
Demon picknie,
Shameless femininity
Minimized her king,
Cared nothing that he is masculine.
She is no empress
and certainly not a Ital-dawtah!
She mocked and cursed him
Bullied him and sullied his character.
Vilified him as the on-lookers magnified
Scorned, mistreated and humiliated.
But when upon each other their backs were turned
The fury in the lion roared
And in that moment, he went against his Rasta chant
And knocked her out flat on her face.
I won’t apologize for feeling appeased
For you are a disgrace to the female race!
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