Dearie,
So happy you make me,
Yet the sadness ruins my knee.
We met by misery,
All in that nusery
I am livid in tears
But it opens my ears.
To be full, out the real
I try you to feel.
A space of no thought,
And no fraught.
A reality in my dream,
You bring to my realm.
Rejected and forlorn... I come to,
Dejected and torn. .. I leave too!.
My angel keep playing,
With hide and seek, you are slaying.
Dearie,
My thoughts are eerie.
But you make me sane in insanity,
I feel druggily yet so happily.
As I go over the counter to survive,
You counter there in deride.
I find you in a home,
Of all places to clone.
Ha!..ha.. Ha..my love,
Must we play in this grave?
Sweetie.. we go a long way,
Can you spare me a few?
My devil...I..,
What a spur!... I...
Can't leave be,
Yet won't let me.
Our comedy shows are political discourse. The funniest are those of hypocritical nations- those elders that tell us what to do and deride us when we're not looking.We are certain that we will live long because the world is such a happy place. There are many things to laugh about. For example, people carve utopias on this earth by —forgive my laughter — by forgetting our history, absorbing propaganda and theorising on the best system of government; the "-isms." Isn't that hilarious?
We look to ourselves
and God alone . We're islands
that push wheel barrows
while carrying our cross.
Who cares about our backs?
You scorn the work my chisel made,
Yet you have never held the blade.
You see the flaws, call them mistakes,
But you have no idea what it takes.
It’s easy to point the finger with empty hand,
To stand high ashore and sound so grand.
But the sea never hears from those aground,
Only from those swimming safe and sound.
I won’t explain the things I’ve done.
For you have no idea why it's so fine-spun.
Instead, I'll hand the control over to you,
Hiding the hurt and pain that I'm going through.
Let’s see if you can match your claim.
When no one else will share your blame.
Because flipping the game your way,
Is the only way you'll beg me to stay.
I won’t confront and fight your claims.
Because I know you enjoy those games,
Where you deride my skills and learning,
With phony debates that are so undiscerning.
Don’t judge my journey; you've not trod that way.
Step aside, let me continue; get out of the way.
If you think it’s so simple; I'll let you try and fail.
Don’t mock the captain, 'til you've faced the gale.
Like currents pulsing through the veins of time/
A dance of opposites so grand, so prime/
Light and shadow, day and night,
One cannot live without the other's might/
Like a battery charged with two-fold grace/
Positive hums, negative keeps pace/
Push and pull, give and take/
A cosmic rhythm none can break/
In forces unseen, in whispers divine/
God's glow, the darkness aligns/
Not in war, but in perfect decree/
A balance ordained so life may be/
We stand at the fulcrum, swayed by tide/
Yet neither force may we deride/
For love needs loss, and joy knows pain/
Sunrise must follow night's refrain/
Electric souls, tethered tight/
Charged by struggle, bathed in light/
Each spark a lesson, each burn a brand/
Forged in contrast, we understand/
So, fear not the dark, nor curse the bright/
Both must exist to give us sight/
For without the push, without the strain/
Life stands still, a hollow plane/
Let the circuit hum, let the current fly/
Embrace the balance, question why/
In paradox we thrive, in conflict we grow/
Energy flows where wisdom knows/
Let’s cut right through
the bombast ...
your camouflage of words
And redefine
the essence ...
of what you’ve never learned
Your double-talk
pontificates ...
to lure and to distract
Whose lies deride
wherein you hide ...
from what the truth exacts
(The New Room: February, 2025)
The people come to laugh.
They come to forget themselves,
even for a mere instant.
And in that instant,
nevermore shall they sleep;
they arise and face themselves
unable to turn their heads away
until the last Matryoshka doll
has been unraveled, leaving
a hollow porcelain string
frozen in its place
What soul shall remain untouched?
who will be left to deride the great clown,
when they can only face themselves
without one spark of imminent cachinnation?
Ridi, rid thee of your silent tears,
the greatest clown has come to
alleviate your fears
Rome burns alive,
pick up the harp and the horn
and dance, dance along!
Beneath the stars, where galaxies align,
A pathway hums with vibrant, pulsing light,
The echoes call, as if the night's design.
Where cosmic winds weave tales of fire and flight,
The avenues of wonder stretch and twist,
A tapestry of dreams that sparks the night.
With every step, the shadows gently kissed,
Electric whispers surge through veins of air,
Each heartbeat dances, caught in blissful mist.
Neon constellations twinkle, bold and rare,
As comets kiss the pavement with a glow,
And time, suspended, hangs without a care.
In vivid strokes, the universe will show
A harmony of colors painted wide,
Where hopes and fears converge and ebb and flow.
The heartbeat of the cosmos as our guide,
Through Electric Avenue, we make our stand,
An astral journey never to deride.
In every pulse, the threads of fate are planned,
With every turn, the infinite unfolds,
A beacon bright, a bridge to all that's grand.
So walk this path where mysteries are told,
And feel the charge that lights our deepest dreams,
In cosmic realms, our stories yet untold.
Through vivid nights, we sip on starlit streams,
On Electric Avenue, the cosmos gleams.
Benji practices genocide
Brave new Isreal has sick laws
Is Isreal thinking rectified .
Benji thinks he is glorified
Death is a singletree- the kill nods
Benji practices genocide .
Harris loves Isreal -verified
Harris on housing I applause
Is Isreal thinking rectified.
Trump supports Benji -clarified
He think he does that for a cause
Benji practices genocide .
Stop electric car laws-petrified !
Stop outsourcing I give applause.
Is Isreal thinking rectified?
Many more not identified,
They think that their laws have no flaws,
These leaders rulings I deride ,
If they change-I am satisfied .
When you are too cool,
And we are dangerously fool!
When you are too good,
And we are mistakenly rude!
When you are going to forgive,
And we are going to dive in the ocean of deceitful bliss!
When you erroneously allow us to speak,
And we are going to attack you at your peak!
You call us "the collaborators",
You kill us by the disgraceful gladiators,
You keep us safe by biased words,
You provide us bliss with the disguised curse.
Until you live long in the blissful hell,
Until you confine us in the glorious jail,
Until you can be refined in your guilty conscience,
Until you rebuke us for our misguided sense.
We are united as your crown is denied,
We are guilty as you are still our guide.
We are ashamed that we didn't know our mind,
That is why you can still rule us and deride.
This English legend, don't stand reall tall.' Yet he's the
Peoples champion well thats my call.' He's out of the
Corner they pushed him too; this hero Bridgnd fights
For you.! Hes the English Mongoose lets be real.' the snakes
Are slithering; right out the doors, they steal! ( parl lie mental ) their only mode.! Bloated on the twisted houses benefit
Overload.' If you like Andrew want some change.? Just get
Active don't only, lay blame.' Be part of the answer, make
Some plans, join his colony it could get to a fifty span.?
Support this warrior for the snakes are few.' Gather in your
Numbers to build something new.' A land united agaist
Any enemy threat? wether without or within? Why accept?
Any vex.? Or false teaching.? Just set it aside.if its not
Positive don't even deride.! just state good practice is what
Is needed.! support the mongoose, untill these snakes are all just superceeded.!
Forgotten faces, once relinquished
Appear in memory again
I can’t recall a name, distinguish
Their voices every now and then
They speak of anything forlorn
Why does it happen in my head?
Those faces I thought long time gone
Remind me that they aren’t dead
Fam faces I didn’t mean to find
They use me now – what for?
Discourteously unlock my mind
Quite like a cellar door
They tell old jokes, deride and sneer
I wonder why on earth
They come, until they disappear
As if wiped off by cloth
Forgotten memory lives on
It doesn’t bound with me
And either I do not belong
To memory that’s free
But it reminds me by caprice
That once my life was long
When I was green, just like those trees
You see behind tombstone
Sometimes, in uncertain outcomes, as life agitates,
It can sway either way, maneuvering on the edge,
For a difference rather modest, makes the final call,
When a narrow margin determines a win or a loss.
If a win we choose to celebrate, or defeat we deride,
Prudent to bear in mind, that it wasn’t a landslide;
When results are so close, why not cheer them all,
Cognizant to recognize~ distinction is awfully small.
Slender is the layer between eve’s dusk and twilight,
Between dark of dawn, and luminance of sunrise;
Between safe and danger, there lies a narrow divide,
Where, between cliff and fall, life’s border resides.
Mementos of love embraced, and love sadly repelled,
In albums of beloved, or memories forlorn dwell,
Clamoring from corridors of good or bad choices made,
Between narrow margins of hope, and contours of fate.
O, a narrow margin can be of mighty consequence
Inhabiting elation of success, or anguish of regrets,
When death lingers in the clutches of final moments
Stilled between breath inhaled, and breath exhaled.
The long and tortuous road that
You travelled which brought you here
Explains the position you are at
And influences your hopes and fears.
Sometimes you travelled in circles,
Sometimes you followed straight paths,
Sometimes you went in a semicircle
Before returning to life’s long path.
But whatever has happened to you,
Remember that you affected your fate
When you decided your dreams could never come true;
Then started living the life you hate.
So, maybe it is time for you to decide
To break free from fate’s whirlpool and stop
Being the person you yourself deride
Knowing in your soul that you are not.
It may not be too late for you to be
The person that you should have been.
Maybe now is the time for you to free
The ghosts of your dreams trapped within.
So, mobilize creativity that you’ve neglected,
And plan your life forward from here.
Because life is too precious to be wasted,
And time has become too dear.
Everywhere we look, we see a divide,
as head destroys heart, trampling it to dust
and paths of kindness, most of us deride,
living a life unholy and unjust,
oblivious to soul weeping inside,
bemoaning ego’s indulgence in lust.
There’s a yawning gap between head and heart,
which we can bridge on adding love to cart.
Conscience whispers but we heed not its voice
and thus what may have been remains unseen
but in truth we always do have a choice,
to meld head with heart, regaining soul’s sheen,
whereupon grace in-pours and we rejoice,
transformed as God’s light, blissful and serene.
All we need to do is give love our nod,
dissolving the gap between us and God.
The pressure seems to build inside,
With the endless tasks and duties,
The heavy weights I must stride,
The perfect grades and tidy room,
All the chores and practices galore,
The heavy yoke of "shoulds" and "musts",
Weigh heavily on this core.
The darkness creeps within me,
The tiredness that seems to never end,
All the hopelessness and sadness,
The thoughts that logic transends.
But I will fight this battle,
I will not give in to fear,
I will find the strength within me,
And know my worth is clear.
I am more than the grades and tasks,
More than what I do and make,
I am loved for who I am,
Not for the paths I take.
So I will lift my weary head,
And stand tall against this tide,
For I have worth that nothing,
Can diminish or deride.
I will fight and I will win,
This long battle within my mind,
For I am more than expectations,
I am love, hope, and kind.
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