It includes Sopka Veles speaks
the balalaika
Eumetopias Jubatus spoke this to the people.
from the Stone area of Mesozoic and Paleozoic.
Severo-Kurilsk in the Kuril Islands
the reports spoke of a 8.8 magnitude quake here
a quake that caused a tsunami wave.
from alaska to california thru mexico to the
south american coast
they watched and waited
for the wave not know how intense it would be.
tsunami warning in Hawaii, after damage in both Russia
and Japan. They discontinued the tsunami warnings Crescent City
was the last to warning.
The Kamchatka quake caused Volcano to erupt off the coast
of Russia.Klyuchevskoy Volcano spewed it's load, ashfall
caused damage.
The Songs to appease Perun has angered Veles
he unleased quake after quake to
quiet there worship
and after the strongest quake
he made the volcano erupt
and send out a tsunami to
dismantle the Temples
the people built
to worship Perun.
I burn the midnight air with questions,
Thin syllables crack like bones in the dark.
No teacher waits behind the door—
Only the echo of my own demand.
A hunger sharper than teeth,
A solitude that bruises the ribs,
The patience to swallow dust and ashes,
To peel silence back until it bleeds.
Books are stone fruits, bitter in the mouth,
I crush them with my tongue until they sweeten.
The mirror is merciless,
It asks me what I deserve to know.
Discipline is a blade I must learn to wield,
Loneliness a candle flickering on my desk.
I must dismantle myself to read myself,
Construct a cathedral of fragments.
Knowledge is marrow—devoured or lost.
I am a circus freak—
collar popped,
polka dots.
You throw apples
and boo;
I hate all of
you too.
I’m not bothered,
though.
One day, I’ll
start a revolution
and set fire to this
whole place.
You see me as a freak;
I see myself as one of
you elites—
three-piece suit,
walking cane.
I’m going to
dismantle
the aristocracy
internally.
Join the cause
or die.
The grand plan is to homogenize nations
strip them of their faces
replace them with a plastic mask
force feed them into a blender
dismantle the middle class
make the masses dependent
feed them their own blood
turn bones into crumbs
take away their means to defend
put shackle to God -unleash Satan.
Godless governments
are putting lipstick to pig
telling us it is a princess
forcing us to make love to mire.
Oil and water will never mix.
neither does love and greed.
Darkness and light will meet
on the battle plain horizon...
This deep musk is but a brief illusion.
God will never die.
The narrowminded lit the fuse
we the people are on the eve of
reigniting
life
liberty
in the pursuit of
being.
Their blood was the poison that would kill them
Their presence blinding
That's why they hate them
They come too close and try to touch them
But they didn't know that we are the sun
That trying to block out the sun
Would become their biggest problem
Actions have consequences
And we were their karma
The one thing they can't have our colour
Their envy would be their downfall
The sun feeds the earth its energy
So when you take it away, you better hope it has empathy
Or maybe we should take a leaf out of your book and show no mercy
Revenge is a dish best served with a side of justice
If you haven't realised yet we are the sun
We will burn of your skin until your flesh and bone
And drown you in a pool of your blood
So that you understood
That we all bleed red and to dismantle your victimhood
And now we watch you struggle in a prison of your own blood
Corrosion seeps into a floundering mind,
Disembodied memories unbind.
Set free, lacerating into a trembling spine,
Threads of a soul spill, taunting it’ll never be fine.
Abandon the white-knuckle grasp you have on sanity;
You’ve become perverse, a mere profanity.
Watch as we dismantle your facade of vanity,
Swept away on sulphur winds with any remaining humanity.
Stripped bare, exposing inner turmoil beneath,
Into the flesh your darkness sinks its sharpened teeth.
Malignant chaos has been unsheathed,
As to the Nether your soul has been bequeathed.
Edvard's exile could not deter
the course as it flowed
or blood that drove
through his body
life had to change
when the soldiers came
bringing tanks and arms of oppression
machines of war rolled and crushed
Europe was hushed
marching on the 15th
raising flags and ideals
London resigned to opening doors
a haven of sorts
for a few
families and friends
were left to defend
breaking cogs to dismantle and hinder
the view
hiding to assemble
coded messages
that were shared and leaked
though aggression peaked
proving too strong to overcome
yet hearts still beat
and there lay a pulse
duty could not be ignored
as the voices aligned
with a throbbing increase
representing a nation
two and more gave themselves
and rose to the call of the people
standing up
proving no longer the victim
for human passion will smash and smelt iron
selflessly with a cost that would seem to outweigh
the weight of a loss
of one soulless life
we remember that day
the 27th of May
when Jan and Josef gave their all for the fight
and with them hope and freedom were alive.
What is the point of air if it does not carry your scent through the world,
What is the purpose of the sun if it does not illuminate your skin with its gentle rays?
If you leave, I will rewrite existence, dismantle reality brick by brick,
Until time forgets how to flow and gravity loses its resolve,
Until the cosmos itself wrinkles like an old, defeated parchment.
You do not belong to me, I know this, but tell me, my love, how does one "unlive" a soul
That has already been welded into my veins, that flows through me like a river?
In this stream of consciousness where love and longing intertwine like a spell,
I remain a prisoner of your memory, a poet of an endless love.
You are an echo in every breath, a light shining in my depths,
And no matter how I try to forget you, you are a song written in my heart forever.
What is the point of the stars if they do not reflect your gaze in the endless night?
What is the purpose of the universe if it cannot whisper your name among the constellations?
Welcome to The State of Dis Union.
Here are some “dis” words to describe The State of Dis Union.
Dismantle, disruptive, disagree, disrespectful, distract,
Disappointing, disable, discredit, disregard, disobey,
Dislike, disloyal, dislocate, disaffiliate, disrepute,
Disgrace, disaffirm, dishonest, disembark, disinfect
Disgusting, disturbing, dismiss, discontinue, disarm,
Disconnect, disorderly, disassociate, discreet,
Disapprove, dissent, dispute, disorientated,
Disorderly, discord, disadvantage, disbelief,
Displeased, dislodge, disclaim, dishonor, distant,
Disarray, disconcerted, disintegrate, disinform,
Dismal, disown, dispatch, disparity, disguise,
Discriminate, discard, dissolve, distort, distrust,
Discombobulated, disband, discountenance, disaster…
Yep, sounds about right.
How far lies the handle,
Of body within you?
Having seen it dismantle,
In seconds very few?
The juiceless journey,
Bores and cries.
Begs end of Agony,
And of life-waves, rise.
Have mercy upon you,
Love yourself a bit.
The heart shakes too,
Getting hit after hit.
Love yourself dear,
No one else comes first.
Faded voice please hear,
Of your heart you must.
Love yourself beloved
That's your first job
Tears those being shed
Deserve a final wipe-off.
14-01-2025
Concerns sit out there
on the periphery,
the suffering and misery of wars,
deaths by disasters be it
by natural or human causes,
the reckless diminution
of forests -
all creep like shadows
across the face of the earth.
What can I do
but be a witness
and add a frail voice
to a powerless chorus
calling out from under the heel
of wealth and might -
to be labelled
a soft centered dreamer
of dreams long abandoned
in favor of the more
popular cult of the self's
omniscience.
I find a place somewhere
in the stillness of an evening
and thought by thought, try
to dismantle the pretenses
of who I am
and in that cleared arena
invite the good to speak
and make room for the cries
of the afflicted to rise up
from out of the earth.
I do not know whether
their voices will be heard
or, like sounds carried
on the winds,
slowly exhaust and disperse
into the distances
of an evening
and the greater universe
Money can't talk
But it can dismantle
The true nature of human
If you need money just tell to God
To receive it is a joy of the heart
Every sincere effort to earn it
Will bring about extraordinary results
A mountain of money is not necessarily
Enough for a greedy person
But a plate of rice
Is enough for a grateful person.
You senselessly hurt me,
Then, demand I do not cry.
You frustrate me,
Then, unsympathetically, punish my display of anger.
You ridicule me,
Then, taunt me when I strive to win your approval.
You swear long-standing tribal love and protection,
Then, crush my small, unprotected heart with indifference.
You set impossible goals,
Then, painstakingly dismantle my ego.
You demonstrate blatant distain,
Then, draw me inside your dark, secret circle.
You demand the obscene use of my disempowered sheath,
Then, discard the confused Soul indwelling.
Who taught you how to love on the Dark Side?
Were you not once also a child,
Alone, and frightened in the whispering darkness?
Did you not once also smile, laugh and sing?
Who taught you to hide your innocence,
In the filmy guise of unrequited bravery?
A young female child cries hauntingly,
In the background of my dreams.
If children learn what they live,
Who taught you to love on the Dark Side?
Chula Fleming© 10/16 2016
You couldn't beat down the Irish
Neither the Scots too
What makes you think your royal
Do you believe your blood is blue
In truth you should look for answers
Brought up in a lie since conception
Nothing between those ears
Only corrupt deception
You are no more royal than the dirt on my shoe
Everything you ever touched is open for abuse
Let the bullets fly let the cannons fire
Let them come your way
It's the people's desire
What makes you think you are royal
Do you believe your blood is blue
It's ok you might be forgiven
You are genetically twisted
Past down through your line
Maybe you will see the truth in time
No more desire for any royal line
You sit upon the throne of a lucifarian dream
A puppet to a fallen master
It must be warm on the throne of Lucifer
Your time is up put down your mantle
It's time to bulldoze time to dismantle
Your system is corrupt a satanic inception
Your blood is not blue
It's full of deception.
Refuse IT. All that suffocating apathy
Use IT... that god-given ability
Lose IT... all that cumbersome weight
Gain IT... that beautiful dream you contemplate
Cherish IT... the precious gift of life
Evade IT... all negativity and strife
Build IT or dismantle IT
Chase IT or Escape IT
But first, you have to see IT
Then boldly go face IT
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