The chord wrapped around his neck
As he was unwilling to pay the penalty of the law
Why should he bow his knee to derelicts
When he had preached against the sin of the fall
She came in looking all cute and coy
She's a girl, I'm a boy...a very little boy
We'll play a game in secret and feel connected
I'll tell her life will be destroyed if "IT" is unprotected
What a wonderful WORD to deliver to the hopeless
Spiritual leadership has the highest protection
When the flesh ROARS at little girls and boys
They cover "the fall" from open detection
Denial is a weapon against ignorant liars
Rushing around, stirring up blazing fires
The institution must survive all attacks
Lest our deceptive nation show what it lacks
......TRUTH.....
For those who are called to walk in LOVE
Caesar's due must be paid, first
Drunkards, Harlots, Murderers and Thieves
In prison, while predators give drink to those who thirst
But the one who bore all the guilt and shame
Hung on a Cross, innocent, without blame
Humility will come, unbidden, without recourse
The heart will submit or harden without remorse
....in the balance....
Written by Trudy Schrader on 06-28-2024
Goliath was a big threat to Israel
A giant with intimidating records
Of military prowess which turned Israelite soldiers
To a bunch of faithless cowards
And to an army of lily livered derelicts
As they capitulated in fear
And let the sleeping dog lie
While Goliath had his fill
Threatening God’s own army
But it took a lively faith and just a stone
To bring the mountain of a giant
Crashing to a disgraceful end
As David used faith as heavenly currency
To purchase heavenly grace
And brought the boastful philistine
To a dismal end
Are you faced with any life’s challenges?
Look back with faith on God’s track record in your life
And be filled with amazing strength and power
To overcome all Goliaths threatening your very existence
At the bed of our mother
We raised dependence
While charging opposition
With the message of repentance
Gave names to savages
As we raped and pillaged land
Declaring enlightenment
While making derelicts understand
...god
It is bricks that make walls
Yet we erected steel beams
Nothing in between
So that the fall would be quick and clean
No one rises again
The fall is a permanent dead
No amount of cleaning
Can erase what's been bled
..dry
All evils exposed
Lying, broken, without a hope
There is no getting up
No elusive rope
For the FALLEN
written by Trudy Schrader on 02-11-2023
Best, not to arouse those shades from their fragile sleep that lie in thy hallow ground the realms of
fragile sleep in lands of lost imagery cast away cracked things, springs, and mechanical deities
flying on strings of installer membranes the skin of creation the in-between and unseen the known and
unknown the lands of dreams racing leagues of nightmares across a vison-scape of darkness n
fractured dreams, where lost things lie as derelicts in purgatory best not to arouse these shades from
their fragile sleep in dreams of Plutonian night splinters the eyes of Morpheus the bringer
of sleep best not to arouse those shades from their fragile sleep that lie in hollow ground
the realm of fragile sleep in lands of lost imagery n cast away cracked things, springs, and mechanical deities…
I feel more stressed,
Then ever before.
Life delivers some blows,
That is hardcore.
My financial difficulties are
On the increase.
I hope I get out of this,
In one piece.
It looks like luck,
It is gone for good.
I have even tried,
Knocking on wood.
A general malaise,
Has found a home.
Confined to a wheelchair,
I can't even roam.
My personal problems
Exponentially grow.
It is getting harder and harder,
To go with the flow.
The cost of living is at
An all-time high.
Most of us are barely
Getting by.
I see more drug use
There are more addicts.
People are strange,
there are more derelicts
Women are losing there
Personal autonomy.
The uterus does not
Belong to democracy.
Turbo1904 ?
Slips marked and mapped across the intercoastal waterways
a scanning breached out of high low tidal waves,
silent, still, obscure, and not well hidden
liveaboards hold steady isolated sheltered misgivings;
embedded and anchored in place
buoys secure contested living space,
Matanzas Pass, Sarasota fields, Titusville and Sunset Bay
the Gulf Stream Key Largo flow a mainstay;
honker down between the wind, the rain, and sun
vessels sturdy and rickety, short and long - all come,
house and home hum interludes for a sing-along,
push aways and pull in tights
safeaways and derelicts amidst stormy plights
resident and transient, occupied and abandoned
faceless vacancies, sequestered and random,
marinas and harbors within hurricane holds in tandem,
dockmasters and dock slips. environmental folds alluring
beleaguered and bewildered landlocked sailors touring
in their trawlers, boats, cruisers and yachts adoring
September shelters in the Florida moorings.
Rich devil fashioned a money net
dangled it over forest of chrysalis
awaiting the emergence of innocents.
Dragged a kaleidoscope of butterflies
off to a hell hole called orgy island.
To fondle their wings for a little awhile
then vomit them to the slag heap pile.
Rich devils -virgin powder on their fingertips.
Will beg and barter for freedom... again.
Karma chants they'll spend their slippery years.
In semen scented metal nets, with other derelicts.
Someday. In old age.
My well-being will be in the hands of:
Underpaid cutters and x-addicts
serial texters and sadists
tide pod eaters-assorted derelicts
the odd minister,
lost Christmas carolers...
I pray to remain somewhat fit.
Hexed window swing devil swang, opening for derelicts that look out a black
and tortured sky’s howling wind, pain so great that the house creaks
and groans, moving now and then.
Father has a mind to kill himself, yep, he isn’t insane of course, just living among zombies.
I tend this ageless man with Alzheimer’s, wondering where he has gone.
I have patience for a patient who won’t wake up despite being fed stories,
spreading the word of hope that help us cope.
I was bullied by birds that feast as one with no pecking order in gouged out
eyes belonging to others.
Friends of the night are stranger by the day.
Everyone was fainting away from stench, the land of breath having
unnatural breathing.
The end we sought has decay of lying about the rotten truth when the living
come by chance far and few between roads of ruin.
The End.
DENTED CAN
kicking it down
an old dusty road
mind chasing dogs
a type of relay race
legs release, next guy
kicks the bone
no wonder of what
sup was spooned
nor if a homeless man
kicked the can
did the dent do him in
were the vittles spoilt
man’s worst abuse
human, beast or
aluminum can
a drunk picks it up
toothless, smiles
crushing it
against his skull
the derelicts say
“aw, you ruined it”
1/3/2018
BAG-LADY IN THE PORTRAIT GALLERY
In all my failed moments of ambitious grace,
The truth, swarth-headed, lifts its greenest shape
To madly light the curls of whitest lace
Edging your throat, and redeem the nape
Where a brown knob burnishes the bone.
Such well-bred tenants of the proudest hock
Like ancient grandees, dawn on my lone
Outride of the politic, and who can mock
The wasteland where now our dreams
Have only the patina of reality to make us sad,
Where derelicts abound in housing schemes
For the heart’s homeless moments, and the bad
Lands of myth are skeletal. Public thresholds
Invest our private myths, and the flesh holds.
FROM IN MEMORY OF HER 2004, 2008
Educated derelicts,
Professor of fools,
Scholars of crap,
Leaders that moo;
What is then intellect,
If honor is your weight in gold?
Such mineral torch can test,
Molten like poo.
Vamp through idyllic darkness
The silent void willing to cradle you for a while
Only a while
Dance alone
Dance together
Just move in any case
Guidance is subjective
Available only through wicked heat and token redemption
Sit center
Sit still
Let the lack of motion propel you to unearthly heights
Those suggested by derelicts which spot the dormant horizon
In they walk
In they stammer
Leveling granite and assumptions with every stumble
Cozy in the still life which captures blooms and blemishes
Searching for core which alludes even the earnest traveler
And the original sin leaves a pedestrian skid mark
Against the surface that dares not breathe a word.
(9/3/10)
To see this happen, I am not at all surprised.
Forty million bank accounts appear to have been compromised.
It happened at a popular chain of department store.
An incident on this grand of a scale has happened just once before.
This was one very big security breach.
Personal identity information is within almost anyone’s reach.
In these modern days of cyber identity theft,
something like this can leave many persons bereft.
There are many derelicts out there who can’t be trusted at all.
When we receive news like this, it certainly does appall.
From a news story found on FoxNews.com
He betake himself to his room
Does a clear blue sky betokening a bright day?
His motivating memory needs to retrace the day,
The reverberating revival and the doom.
In the boulevard, sloppy and slippery
Derelicts yet living on the streets
Where are the members of the expedition?
Buster! Prominent players on the pains.
In his fatherland, full of luxuries,
Where he is used and kicked
With nothing like honey moon or period
His readiness is there forever,
Like compatriots who look to their history.
For words he wails in himself is not of doubt:
What goes around, comes around
And what comes the world goes the world.
A deranged attacker, could he be?
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