He’s Done It
He’s done it
I don’t have to
No need for me
To struggle, worry, fret.
He’s done it all.
Each failure, fault of mine,
I can’t go back and do them right
Though spend a load of time.
No effort of my mind
Can go to yesterday
And change those thoughts and words
That God defines as sin.
So what’s to do
To get things right
Move out of darkness into light?
I’d better spend more time in prayer
And read my Bible more,
Take much more care
Control my thoughts
Control my lips
Control my motives too.
Oh Jesus, come again to me
Show me the Way, the Truth, the Life,
Help me relax
Find peace in You
Walk in Your ways
Think as You think,
No more in self
To slide and sink.
I need Your work
Your glorious work
At Calvary.
You died for me
You bore my sins
You rose again to give new life,
My precious, precious Lord!
Just care about degrees
Can’t see others at ease
For you, it sounds fun
But for me, so done.
Elizabeth Willing Powel: “Well, Doctor, what have we got, a republic or a monarch?”
Ben Franklin, leaving the 1787 Constitutional Convention: “A republic, if you can keep it”.
~ from the Jame McHenry Journal, Library of Congress
Power to the people, as they say.
The founding fathers wanted it that way.
They had to be brave and risk their necks,
write a constitution to put the powers in check.
They didn't want a king or autocrat,
so they had to fight and not lay down flat.
Now, in its two hundred-fiftieth year,
let's make sure it doesn't disappear.
According to the constitution's plan,
too much power is not in the hands of one man.
If we should become complacent,
we'll become dictator-adjacent,
and as the story history will tell
such countries don't turn out so well.
The founders told us we must fight,
to preserve our every right.
Retirement, like popping a balloon
or exhaling for the rest of your life
Instant stress-relief
taking all the pressure off …
Leaving you wondering wtf
the last fifty years were all about
Our faces blank
no love shown for each other
my heart is now stone
Your harsh words no more
I'm free to go beyond
the title of "us"
Today I've made my decision.
I can't endure any longer.
Watching my soul suffer, I realise
I'm finished, I'm done.
I'm just suicidal scum.
I feel like just a other statistic.
Another mark in the tragic tally of
those who choose to leave.
There is no time left to grieve or
to waste.
This is it, I'm done.
No more fear to overshadow my
life.
I refuse to continue this
shameful existence.
I'm finished.
The world feels indifferent, and
I say goodnight.
It's time to rest for good.
I’m so done waiting for Love to strike
help aint coming and that's not polite
I’m fed up with the years waisted in the chase
time to change gears and pick up the pace
No one gives a hoot about me no more
no one gives a damn if I’m kicked to the floor
Each to their own, that’s what it’s about
the worlds gone mad and I have no doubt
No one’s sane, they all live a lie
they’re going to hell as soon as they die
Where’s the calm, the comfort we crave
it’s just a storm and I feel like a slave
I’m so done with this stupid life
what is the point when it’s full of strife
Love aint coming, no helping hand
we’re all alone in this messed up land
No more pretending, that I am who I’m not
it’s clear as day that I’ve been forgot
I’m done with the struggles dragging me down
in a world full of chaos I’m standing my ground
Broken hearts and broken dreams
that’s all life offers - or so it seems
Where’s the spark, where’s the fun
where’s the Love, I feel so done
But - I’m kick ass, all on my own
and it aint so bad - being alone.
You know what you've done
What you've done to me
You know that you've done it
Quite intentionally
You filled all my senses
Left me enchanted
Made me desire you
Until I can't stand it
You pulled me out of the mud
Dragged me out of the mire
Made sure that you
Were all I desired
Enraptured by your voice
Captivated in your beauty
Chained by your love
This is what you've done to me
I know what you've done
I've always seen it coming
But I don't mind a bit
So great is your loving
So I'll play the fool
Glad to be deceived
If that what it takes
To keep you with me
Terrifying are the things that they have done
Forcing one to live in the cold and rain often without sun.
The people who should have shown love and care
Have broken my bones and will with mind control to fare
Often times angels come to recuse me
From the depths of the pit of death's memory
And with every breath a God sent grace
Murdering what they thought they loved
Making a cracked piece of an innocent child’s heart
Now indifferent and freed from further harms
That maybe even the Divine cannot forgive
Destroying who God put into their arms.
Trusting in the scales of justice at night
comforted by God’s embrace and light
Unaware they may have been
But surely not, not guilty of their horrific sin.
Their evil tried once and for all for destruction
When unsuccessful retreated to an underworld of death
and then returned until the devastion was complete
dying in the shadows trying to recover force
non-resilient in the face of eternal resilient good.
Just one more, for congress to in-log.'
I’m done
I’m done fighting for every scrap
I’m done caring about others who don’t care
I’m done taking the hit time after time
I’m done being walked all over
I’m done scraping by
I’m done being the one picking up the pieces
I’m done being the one putting in all the effort
I’m done being the only one fighting for what’s right
I’m done with putting everyone else first
I’m done neglecting myself
I’m done feeling alone
I’m done with the only one taking responsibility
I’m done being the reliable one
I’m done being taken advantage of
I’m done with being resentful
I’m done with basic needs not being met
I’m done with not getting basic respect
I’m done
Night falls,
and in my spirit
I feel the restless truth
that it was not in vain.
My body crawls forward,
my mind sustains me.
I broke apart,
left,
and built again.
I stood still,
inspired by moments,
surrounded by encounters.
They were not rhetoric,
but placements —
life putting things exactly where they belonged.
We all have them.
People just don’t see.
Life is made of moments,
of encounters,
of paths that guide us
to build what once felt unimaginable.
And there we stand,
still inspired,
still surrounded.
We learn our paths
without noticing.
We walk alone,
but never truly lonely.
We cry,
we fall,
yet we rise again
when the next call comes.
Here I am,
in this restless moment.
It has not been in vain.
I am still inspired.
I still encounter.
I finally see.
And I keep walking.
Thoubert Larus
Dedicated to myself — for the long nights, the faith, and the strength to bring these stories to life in my first published book, Life From Within.
The energy of my doubt that cloud lies,
Would have been so consumed by truthful cage,
Beyond what check could balance if points rise...
Without mastery of patience tempting rage.
What if I don't get;
The prank that stage bet,
For unknowns outlet...
Dreaming of assurance cum guess by chance,
Unrelenting foaming best does enhance.
The seat of knowledge looks simple to own,
The crown of understanding only fits-
Open minded head; logical backbone,
To keep wisdom awake; alerting wits...
What if I get it,
The feats that blinks ...
Building chance's grit.
It is never enough to quench retry,
So thirsty to mark an end very wry.
They supported the Professors claim, which lacked scientific backing. His peers called him a Quirk, who is maybe a sister. He when asked of space travel and Warp Bubbles, he spoke of its existance, but would not fully speak of the opposition to it's existance.No one wants to be known as the scheme victim, only the mastermind to the scheme seems important.
He then said he refused to be the scapegoat in , when his facts were valid and findings were real. Space travel involved risks and elimination of every space debris was impossible."The creation of an invisible shield was the the right thing to research, the right thing to discover, the right thing to invent and the right thing to use!"
"Upon the shores of mearocrociy meet we stand united in agreement of this one thing!"
Professor Megayate of Lionionious
An Asyeriod in Vacco
Aria Company Number 12/3
honey bee henry was followed by bees back to his door
his newest neighbor asked “have they ever done this before?’
The other neighbors laughed, for it happens all day long.
“Daily!!” they yelled from their houses, eavesdroppers strong.
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