If you are
not a leftist
please know
we don't align
For once in
your life
you must
pick a side
Because the
rest of us
can see all
the bold signs
Of a nation
fragmented
by the broken
hands of time.
Tristanism and Isoldetation
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Written By:Piegato Al Suo Volere
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Sculped by the happens I stood frozen
a statue on a pedestal
to which occurrences the creator speaks
each asseveration a new script to follow
Often he'd cite others looking at her
or some smiling and gaining her attention
he di it so often until I just
started cheating on him she told a friend.
to which had been found untrue.
She had meet him while
having a relationship a half hearted relationship
another guy she said it seems we meet those
who love us most within days of each.
One relationship faded and another sprung up
insurmountable trust issues open doors to
new loves she said.
Oh than are we loved
might the nights keep
us lonely
only to find love and
be disappointed
an ode to understanding
that I might determine
my unavoidible fortune
String of Evening: Bassoons Night
percussive rhythmictation
all is right
Nothing goes for nothing
Something goes for something
For you to receive, you have to give
I hope you all understand this
So you can live at ease
Let go of what's not nourishing
So you don't perish
Make way for what is replenishing
So you can flourish.
Let go of the old
So you can welcome something new
They said the kingdom of God is within
Even worms eat kola from within
Some are friendenemies
You got to change your circle
Or you recycle giving same results
May cause you insults.
You gotta live with discernment
Just to fulfill your assignment
Steadily observing before taking actions
If you don't stand up for something
Then you'll die for nothing
Every man an essence
Either you emerge for a purpose
Or you die for it
Because we all got our reasoning and beliefs.
Whispers wade along the edge
Souls gather in dark black
Roads are laid in concrete
Paths are long with lack
The wind blows a gale
Water rages up tsunamis
The elite shape the divine
Sages mold matter into origami
Dreams run shadows in corners
Demons dredge up discontent
Memories of meetings gone wrong
Beliefs bobble from what is to what was meant
Oh, the calm comes clawing at catastrophe
The peace pauses palatable plays
Every step stiffens solace
Movement manages the mind's stay
Written by Trudy Schrader on 11-15-2025
It’s not rocket science you know,
Either you are part of the problem
Or part of the solution.
And how we stand
Is only really knowable
To us alone.
(10/15/25)
"Whose discernment is correct?!"
"They read but don't watch for Me,
So simple truth turns knotty:
Captives in a doctrinal fence,
Their interpretations lack sense,
Their expertise a mere pretense.
The truth originates with Me,
My illumination lets you see:
Your eyes see what I've planned,
Your ears obey My command,
Your mind will then understand.
My people will be purified,
My enemies will be petrified:
My plans - fully carried out,
Erudite prowess - a cop-out,
Dogma of men - a sellout.
The Scriptures are all about Me,
So seeking Me first sets you free:
The arbiter of truth is not man,
You must trust Me and My plan,
I will finish what I began.
My answer to you, 'Just watch Me!'"
Woke up yesterday morning with a dreadful thought -
fall property tax was due last November and this is
the end of January. I am a full-grown delinquent.
I am also recently widowed; my Mister always did taxes.
But God had brought it to my attention (who else,
could I hold responsible?) so I faced the music.
Went to the bank where they quickly advised
me - they don't accept early payment until April/May.
THEN at my confession, they don't take past-due taxes either.
The clerk's office downtown says the tax office has moved
to the county, only seven miles out at the new River Ridge.
BUT they've not been there and aren't really sure where.
With God as my pilot and maps on my cell phone,
I discover the yet under-developed GatewayCampus,
taking delight in God's mysteries of memory and momentum.
Keep understanding
The unlimited blessings
Of God through sharing.
At the ascension of the crystal
Stair of humanity, I embrace the totality of each step, each more carefully navigated. The creaking of uncertainty and discord from previous steps flashes before my thoughts, as each leg is lifted only to be forgotten amongst the dynamic placement of each foothold,with any of aforementioned merely a faded picture within loquacious movement, but a mirror with no reflection, for there is no looking back into conquered darkness only a transition up the staircase to a familiar void, desolate yet forthcoming At the same time. Levels become legality of stride each one freeing up, making up, reinvigorated me,keeping my mind on constant guard of the attack , for the mountain top, has a valley in which this ascension can't and won't be, nor will it incapacitate, for I will never be God willing a reprobate mind or soul, elevation has its whole. And may this staircase take me to every blessing and aspect earned and deserved, allowing personification in every word.
Lamar a. Williams Sr.
DISCERNMENT
unique visions
shared&
nutured
created
with an
enduring visage
in a
distinctive
portrait
signature
style
motifs
in
vibrant
poetic musings
of
homage &
inspiration
appear as
a touching
composite
memorial
floating on
clouds
to ensure
the
contemporary
voice
with insights
of
love
a milestone moment
in
recognition
of
talent
interpreted
& announced
regardless
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Hastily stretched, crackled urgent ocean edge relents
Ashamed attempt to escape rejoins campaign of mass
Furtive dig below propels conspirator spasm, next next
Murders brash bouys, cranky spa champagne embrace
Swum undulations, bare back mermaid's dips resurface
Her furvour ploughs halobiont plenty scape, nourished
Snapped lobster lavishly celebrates bountiful turquoise
Sway gaze brazen by bobbing safe island encouraged
Crill swirl sweeps dripped lips, sun baked rock decreed
Beacon mound majesty painted daily in sea gull exhalt
Coconut snow flakes sparkle on cockle clamour bleed
Wave blown eroding scales slow exhales evaporate salt
Ripe globes ground reaped glug nectar so gluttonous
Fibres hibernate ivory rich liquors tipsy Secret Benefits
Land languish survivor devours sugar shards sumptuous
Wipes moreish mouth aft treasure trove haemorrhages
Fifth May
Finesse Saves
I
Don't quit. You will win
Alcoholics Anonymous includes God
The lesson: You have a spirit key
That can take you to victory
Never give in: be it good or dark, addiction
Jesus for me, demoted love as emotion
II
Love is action, a verb
Not Conquest, Souvenir, Trophy to brag
On Facebook, social media, & kick to the kerb
The one you took pictures with: proof
You have what it takes to make IT luv U
So emotional highs & lows are addictions
Though sometimes abuse, not a crime
But I needed Jesus to help me discern
To make good judgment, hard with loved ones
After years of trying, bible education, power
Came in drops & drips: So, beloved don't quit
The good fight: fight for what's Good. Jesus did
RUSH
AS the shallow, thoughts flowing in hallow
I sink in and drawn on the ocean
Assorted feelings in a slow, experiencing both high and low
I am my own cheerleader, lengthening my span
I accuse my own belief, for society thought me as a brief
It was just a wrong discernment, biased on illusion
I stand out and sniff, truth searching mountains to cliff
Liberty of the soul, non-silent unlike the owl
Both the ultimate truth and wisdom locked in asylum
Melody to my mind troubles on problem
Adding up, drip drop, coffees on mug and cup
Hyperactive, low mood at the same time
Questions, fragment thoughts feeling guilty on no crime.
Grave face, life’s pace, loss of trace
The dice mess, destiny place, it’s just the life’s rush race
When
You said
I love you
I could have
Pondered
To Respond
I did not
This is why
This failure
I do not
Consider you
Wrong
All the same
22 January 2022
Prejudice dark, discernment light
So let us not mix up the two
Distinguish between black and white
Whilst we let not toxic fumes spew
The jaundiced eye is judgmental
Prejudice dark, discernment light
Let then our love be radial
Yet recognising wrong from right
Never disembark from loves flight
Vibrant thus, in stillness sedate
Prejudice dark, discernment light
Wary of thoughts that agitate
Heart aglow, fused with mind mellow
Hold still attention, with clear sight
Go with the flow, yet always know
Prejudice dark, discernment light
27-June-2021
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