Things don't always have to make sense because no one makes the rules
I can say and do things the way i want because i do what I choose
God has given me free will so who are you to take that away
There is no established rules when it comes to what i do and say
There does exist a right way but i want to take a different route
That's what makes us different from what comes up out of our mouths
What i do may not makes sense to you because that's what makes me, me
No two people are the same so you may not could see what i see
What you find tacky and ugly i might find as a treasure
What you find boring and sad might bring me untold pleasure
No one can dictate or tell another how to be
The one dictating might care a lot while the other one is care free
I'm easily amused and happy and can see a whole lot out of nothing
Just because a person has their ducks in a roll don't mean they actually have something
Maybe i like being weird and i might at times seem dense
But i really don't care that much about everything making sense.
New World Order
Moving toward totalitarianism.
Dictatorship, absolute power.
World polluted government.
Globalist agenda.
Shut down the protesters.
Slaves to world power.
Our words are meaningless.
Our opinions don’t even matter.
Selfish supreme rulers.
Ideology.
Corrupt politics.
We the people are locked up in a prison.
Apocalyptic, complete destruction.
Economic disaster.
Control with no limitation.
No place to run.
Fight back our freedom.
Raise your fist in the air.
New World Order.
The false leaders of tomorrow.
The beginnings toward the end.
Our leaders have always been the enemies with sin.
Control the world.
Worship only money and themselves.
Dictating the human raise.
End of days.
mind
mental, conscious
knowing, inquiring, wondering
conscience, psyche, situation, problem
affecting, dictating, focusing
bodily, brute
matter
Is there no place to cast my eyes and look
Without the mug of the felonous crook
Ranting til he turns red
What was it that he said?
"I couldn't care less!" The attitude he took
He doesn't care if his tariffs raise prices
Obsufcation is one of his devices
Scooby Dubious is he
People are blind not to see
Vengeance is one of his many vices
It's Trump this and Trump that. Enough. Good grief!
Aleve, please. My headache needs quick relief
It's attention he seeks
With greediness he reeks
Dictator Donald: Kommandant in Chief
Americans are rising in revolt
Some in the party have started to bolt
In scandal he's basking
And many are asking,
"How ya like him now, that dictating dolt?"
My English Brother and the Rich
I find it impossible to be envious of the wealthy, buying superyachts one bigger than the other, when they get seasick at the thought of sailing out to sea
Marrying a busty blond with big knockers often taller than themselves, or buying a newspaper and dictating their political views that frequently consist of sour grapes
Some very rich people indulge in sexual fantasies of the sort a 16 old might have and visit an island 200 times to satisfy their depravity and live in fear of being exposed
I know of a mega wealthy man, whose dream is to be the first human on the planet Mars to colonize the place in case our earth burns Is he going to take his 14 children along?
My father, although working class, was not unlike these people there was always one more woman to sleep with and I now learn he spent the war years in UK fathering a child
I hope it was a boy, my own brother died young, mind my English brother must be 80 by now, in a terraced home freezing, since the pensioners lost the winter benefit
Unbalanced Entities,
Happy in Their fallacies,
Are Co Creating Reality.
Patterns of Violence,
And complacency,
Run rampantly,
Through Society.
Being catered,
By The Agency,
Directing You and Me,
Dictating our Rights To Be.
Famine and War Plague our Soul Family,
And The Rich are asking for your Charity,
The Classes creating Poverty,
A pointless Economy.
Hypnotizing It's prey,
Guiding the way.
Hiding away.
It's there everyday.
For some it collects dust,
To others It's a must,
All or Bust.
If I could just,
Change the perspective,
Of the collective.
Let's change the Objective,
Subjectively,
Understand It's energy.
From Entity to Entity,
Reflectively,
Respectively.
Flowing repeatedly,
Carrying our energy.
Negatively or positive,
The cycle is a must.
If it's collecting dust,
It's affecting us.
Just let it move freely,
It could just feed the Needy.
I wear a poppy every day
And always there’s someone who’ll say,
“You’ve got it wrong! That’s not the way,
My man, you’re disrespectful!”
You know the type. They take delight,
Dictating what is wrong, what’s right.
But really I don’t give a sh*te.
I’m not at all regretful.
“Not on your hat! It’s all askew!
The leaf at eleven, not six or two!”
What a ridiculous, pointless to-do!
Really? Does it matter?
So my poppy’s on a shirt, a tie
Low on my coat or pinned up high
I really do not understand why,
There’s so much outraged chatter.
You see, it’s not the way it’s worn;
What piece of clothing you adorn,
Smart as a guardsman or tattered and torn.
What matters is, it’s there.
I wear my poppy how I like.
The haters? They can take a hike!
You wanna moan? Get on yer bike!
My tribute’s my affair.
Coat stand tree commingling clan protects
Quilted caterpillar sticks linen to spine
Pine foliage erect points to its apex
Before its born, spire spreads star shine
Swooping swivel neck owl huddles, human eyes
Scan heaven, hook beak hoots transmit signal
For seraphim shifting, shades of dove devise
Butterfly current shaken napkin nimble
Venture from avenues of arrow quivers
Dispell dictating army apostrophes
Barrel roll ballistic, blank space delivers
Delight due outside barracks claustrophobic
Antenna tuned owl throatily purrs
Pleasure for butterfly’s fast learned journey, laughed
Drift under dry angel feathers, breeze spurs
Freedom wish from wizard to aloof aircraft
27 January 2025
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Embodying the Light
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
On the velvet mantle of night,
Twinkling, twinkling, dancing stars
Drag me toward their beat
And I no longer feel weighted by gravity.
My feet leave the floor,
My arms spread wide,
I'm flying with the stars,
Their light dictating my moves.
We waltz across the galaxies,
Spinning, whirling,
Liquid motion in the air.
The moon shines on,
Our guiding beam,
while shooting comets leap by,
Adding notes to our cadenza.
In this cosmic ballroom,
As with each nuance of every bend,
I am reminded of the beauty
of letting go and surrendering to the unknown
For in this moment,
in this cosmic dance,
I am weightless, timeless, infinite
And as we twirl and sway,
I know that I am a part
of something bigger than myself
and it fills me with wonder and awe
So I will keep on waltzing
with these twinkling stars above
till the sun rises
and brings me back to earth
Gather 'round, young ones, and heed my words,
The truth has been consumed, its head submerged,
To depths far from light.
Recall, just a few market days past,
It was shrouded in shadows, veiled by lies that would forever last.
For most of the living you see, have perfected the art,
Of twisting reality, of bias that distorts the heart.
Disguising traps as breakthroughs, so scary.
Dictating paths for others' children's feet,
And swearing oaths that seal their fate, so discreet.
For theirs is the cemetery,
And ours the graveyard.
Binding futures with words that cannot be undone,
And claiming power over lives that have just begun.
Thinking if they're buried in the cemetery, they'll be better off than us of the graveyard,
Where trees loom thick, and diggers tread barefoot, with hearts that are hardened.
But eternity is long, long for it.
Today's presence speaks of yesterday's absence.
Do not be deceived and do not be amused.
We shall be equal in bones and then dust.
Whether of the cemetery or of the graveyard.
We were once bejeweled dolphins frolicking
within the starry glitter of a spiritual sea
our freedoms were gilded and fathomless
then eyeless ogres of mayhem and madness
steadily parched our happiness and peace
tempered our smiles, muffled our clicks...
until there was nothing, but blackness left.
They've molded us into skittish goldfish
trapped us in their rose stemmed glasses
feeding us a few rancid flakes at a time.
dictating, we should be forever grateful
to be in the shadow of their pseudo shine
for their plastic sextants and jagged kindness
thinking we need them to center our lives.
Dunking these vote centric peckers is paramount
now kick back, smoke a blunt, watch the buzzards drown.
I subdued her so early
I forgot her existence
Every time she moved
Desire met with resistance
It mattered for nothing
My silence eased pain
No worries, little ones
I have Gibraltar's reins
I want air to breathe
A place to mend and rest
I have some good things...too
I believe I am blessed
I used to have dreams
But I filled them with matter
I lost all for LOVE
And still, my children scattered
Alone and empty
I stand on my long, grey, cement porch
No swing to lighten the weight
Of wondering what is all this processing for
....when I want to dance
Written by Trudy Schrader on 10-03-2024
As I travel on a path
Or drive upon the road,
Signs communicate to me
With their certain code.
They are there to stipulate
Wherever I may roam.
Directing me inside a zone...
Carrying me home.
On their walls, doors and gates...
Fences and their posts.
If safety was a said party,
Signs would play the hosts.
Dictating my pace of speed...
Displaying navigation.
Precautions there ensuring me
Towards my destination.
If it was not for the signs
Designed, then I would be
Without limits and likely lost
Within my life's journey.
Street Vendor (Shouting): Fresh fruit! Mango, papaya, all ripe and sweet!
Executive (Dictating): To whom it may concern, regarding the recent...
Teenager (Texting): OMG! Did u see the new meme? LOL!
Grandmother (Humming): A lullaby from a forgotten time…
A child's delighted shout: “Look, Mama, a rainbow coming out!”
All (Clashing): A cacophony, a symphony, a market of tongues!
Scholar (Whispering): Heteroglossia, the chorus within,
Each voice is a thread, a social spin.
Highbrow, lowbrow, a vibrant fray,
Meaning shimmers, born of the play.
Politician (Booming): Together we stand, united and strong!
Activist (Chanting): Whose streets? Our streets! Fight the wrong!
Lover (Sighing): Your name, a whisper on my lips tonight...
All (Clashing): A cacophony, a symphony, a market of tongues!
Poet (Observing): Discord and harmony, a tangled song,
Where language dances, righting and wrong.
A tapestry woven, rich and alive,
The human chorus, forever to strive.
All (Fading): The voices mingle, a murmur, a sigh,
Heteroglossia, the voice of all in unison, beneath the open sky.
You see the world through his eyes
sharing his views with the masses
He sits only on chairs for the wise
dictating all of your classes
Forget all of the tales that you've heard
attached to bodies of the laymen
Nothing supersedes the cost of his words
as he receives every payment
Invisible only to nonbelievers & friends
with attitudes of an atheist
Refusing thoughts that everything is him
proves who really is the craziest
Receive him with open arms & hearts
embracing his enduring love
He's the body & everything are his parts
made from his mind up above
Cosmic in all of his eternal ways being divine
tried & true
In his essence exists an infinite shine born
of suns on display for all of you to view
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