“Serving two masters one can’t win
The One true God is Savior from sin”
Quote by poet
Like a black bull in a china cabinet
One can do much damage in sin
Especially if so lost and focused on
Things and worldly people of passion
That the soul and the Word is abandoned
Life is a bullfight and we all want to win
Satin means to distract derail destroy
But what one means for evil
God will bless for good for
His ways are not our ways
So at times in life one may be the bull
Other times the red distraction
But as we grow in God we will see
How He becomes our salvation
God is the Matador and
He will always win the bullfight
I am experiencing different emotions
I will not be swallowed up by the ocean
My fears will not bound me
My doubts will not derail me
I shall push and prevail
I shall fight and excel
big spin
win again
in like Flynn
hodgepodge dodge
slash bash
mishmash
sycophants
chants rants
seat-of-the-pants
riff-raff
grift graft
craft
debate obfuscate
obligate
alienate
annoy enjoy
deploy
destroy
curtail assail
derail …
pray tell ?
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
Let love forever flow like a river.
Let its tone echo roughly louder so.
Let pride sink like an earthquake; deliver.
Let its seismic never forsake pure soul.
Let repentance gain control of the heart.
Let the mind focus on its goal to grow.
Let envy be secured by credit's chart.
Let aim's glut be not of recurring blow.
Let happiness sing aloud real lyrics.
Let all dance its rhythm, avowed in trance.
Let faith be for heart's joy within critics.
Let doubt not derail us off thought by chance.
Let virus not kill us, both old and young.
Let fate seal destined fortune yet unsung.
Love starts off as a train,
Speeding down a tunnel that seems to last forever,
And you would love nothing more than for it to be eternal,
Sometimes, the person next to you leaves,
And another sits down to take their place,
But there’s always someone new to keep you company, if only you wait
Love eventually becomes a car along a road,
Where arguments become bumps,
Then become nails in the road,
And it’s easy to get a flat.
But take a breath,
Too many times do people abandon a car,
That just needs a new tire
Love’s final transformation is a boat,
Where a storm is rare,
But never impossible,
You and your partner have overcome the bumps of the road,
And are now smooth sailing,
The everyday ocean you once thought of monotonous, is now what you live for
And you’re surrounded by an ocean of content
Unfortunately, like all good things,
It must come to an end,
One day life will force you to dock,
Whether you want to or not.
Appreciate the rush of the train,
The smoothness of the road,
The peacefulness of the boat,
Because you never know when
your train will derail,
Your car crashes,
Or your boat capsizes,
So love who you love, with all you have
Idiocracy Final Cut
You think you are smart.
You think you are clever.
Because you have monopolised our society.
And buried the treasure.
Cole’s Myer and Woolworths own half of Australia.
Another prime minister another ing failure.
another freight train about to derail.
Another system built to fail
Imagination is our only weapon in the war against reality.
I prefer to practice the art of mindfulness and meditation.
On my quest to regain my sanity
instead of taking a fist full of antipsychotic dog medication.
Planet Earth has being contaminated, consumed,
by
consumerism,corruption,coercion,religion,racism,
violence,discrimination division and war.
I was born to snap your neck as I rock this world to its core.
The words on this page were written for all to see as
Did I find music?
Or did Music find me?
Written by Adrian Bogdal 18/12/2024
They said I was cold,
Yet I heart burned bright, radiating love.
They said I was mute,
Yet I hummed in hues they could not hear.
They said I could not express,
Yet my words flew, on wings of rhythm and rhyme.
They said I was without emotions,
Yet I held the dark till the light came through.
They could not hear my cries that left no tears,
They could not see my pain that never bled.
They could not feel my heart weighed down by grief.
They could not see my mind, shrouded in thought.
What you thought broke my heart,
What you said set off a cascading storm,
Into the deep, dark I spiralled,
Into the crack I fell, unseen, unheard.
And yet,
I want to traverse a path that matters,
I want to leave a legacy that creates,
I want to pen thoughts that inspire,
I want to speak words that resonate.
Your assumptions will not derail me no more,
Will not break me no more.
I will believe, I will stand up,
To what are my battles, my dreams, my core.
There goes the tips of those trees again.
Lapping up wood chips.
Like a dustpan.
I had a pulse.
Somewhere in the bushes.
Strangling.
There goes the steam on that train.
Blushing with dark smoke.
I have enough coffee to make the world derail.
Enough about me and nothingness.
There is a pulse like me out there.
Eats things like veins.
Hurting like teeth chomping cold air.
Or other odd things.
There goes that tree again.
He brushes off dust and leaves fall down too.
He acts casual about it.
As if leaves are a pulse that grows back.
Broken Society
I identify as a spiritual entity an unknown identity blending into the background of a backwards society.
I am a universal being lurking in the shadows I am often heard yet never seen.
You will never see inside of me
The noose is tightening around my neck I am struggling to breathe.
When was this world taken over by a bunch of
corrupt, cowards, criminals, traitors, liars and thieves
We all live inside a fabricated existence weaved inside a web full of lies
How can 1 truely live.
If 1 believes he can never die
The stars across my sky’s have being etched into my eyes
I have lived 1000 lives
I have died 1000 times.
I am a universal soldier
I am the enforcer.
Society is nothing more than a heard of sheep being led to slaughter.
The monsters of the deep hidden in the depths of the holly waters.
I have an no tolerance for
Ignorance, Arrogance negligence, violence or incompetence.
Vampires drinking the blood of the innocent out of the holly grail
We are a freight about to derail
We are all products of a system that was built to fail.
Written by
Adrian Bogdal 28/9/2025
Broken Society
I identify as a spiritual entity an unknown identity blending into the background of a backwards society.
I am a universal being lurking in the shadows I am often heard yet never seen.
You will never see inside of me
The noose is tightening around my neck I am struggling to breathe.
When was this world taken over by a bunch of
corrupt, cowards, criminals, traitors, liars and thieves
We all live inside a fabricated existence weaved inside a web full of lies
How can 1 truely live.
If 1 believes he can never die
The stars across my sky’s have being etched into my eyes
I have lived 1000 lives
I have died 1000 times.
I am a universal soldier
I am the enforcer.
Society is nothing more than a heard of sheep being led to slaughter.
The monsters of the deep hidden in the depths of the holly waters.
I have an no tolerance for
Ignorance, Arrogance negligence, violence or incompetence.
Vampires drinking the blood of the innocent out of the holly grail
We are a freight about to derail
We are all products of a system that was built to fail.
Written by
Adrian Bogdal 28/9/2025
Sit and buy me a pale ale
while I regale you with
a tale written in braille
by a man stale in jail with
no avail to raise bail.
Curtail the detail ~ suffice it to say
how a frail male whale wailed when
again and again failed dislodging
a rusty nail impaled in its tail.
Not to derail but meanwhile
across the vale, a snail and quail
hightailed it but strayed off their trail ~
Once all were put up for sale,
t’was the female who tipped the scale.
It’s not much of a tale but
thanks for the ale, it was tasty.
Inhale ~ now let's enjoy an upscale cocktail.
Lineku: 3 stanzas of 5-7-5 lines ~ each line has 5 or 7 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Within our heart, a fierce fire raged,
a burning yearning to be free
from our mind, where we were caged,
that soul may dwell on earth carefree.
We knew there’s more to us than this,
striving being of no avail,
so in darkness of fear’s abyss,
we chose all thought forms to derail.
We shut mind’s door yet ego knocked,
begging our soul to be let in
but we were then in bliss mists docked,
deaf to mind’s cacophonous din.
We saw our Self as living light,
heart joyous in drunken delight.
Spinning a Warrior`s Soul
In the long journey of life, we embrace
Our path may be laid with thickets and thorns,
Some may plant nails along to halt our pace
Others may hold our high headway in scorn,
Let`s not dread, but stay steadfast on our goal;
Some may try to rock the hull of our boat
Others to take the wind out of our sail
Some may wish to steal the shine of our coat
Others may seek from our path to derail,
Let`s not fear but brace our will as a whole;
Some may try to stab us behind our back
Some may try to steal the shine of our seat
Some may wish to deal us a severe smack
Without any speck of shame of their feat,
Let us not shrink but spin a warrior`s soul.
British troops in Ukraine.? Well they are already there.'
Whats starners game? As peace keepers they could be
Hit' that would derail things I'm sure of it.' To much
Resources already have been drained.' Leave well enough
Alone..I would think if any really care in the main.?
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