Everything i did for you
Is not enough
The sacrifice i bid for you
Is not enough
Everything I've been through
I'd do it again for you
Everything I've bled through
I'd do it again for you
The things that i would die for
Is not enough
The things they took my life for
Is not enough
Wanted me on the side walk
Fighting a psy-war
You are the one that i try for
is not enough...
Everything I've been through
I'd do it again for you
Everything I've bled through
I'd do it again for you
I stopped thinking about me
When i think about you
I stopped thinking about me
When i think about you
Everything I've been through
I'd do it again for you
Everything I've bled through
I'd do it again for you
We may be the only Bible, that one would read today,
with our walk, we can win them, or run them far away.
We are to be the image, of our God, you see,
the only Bible one may read today, is you and me?
Does our image show his love, With compassion and grace,
does our life shine his light, helping others to run their race.
With his kindness, and mercy, flowing through our heart,
therefore being in his image, we should also be his part.
We should be the truth, for all to plainly see,
the only Bible one may read today, is you or me?
Is our pages tattered, torn without repair,
Jesus loves us all and for all he does care.
When we cast our judgment, without a compassionate heart,
it’s death that we spread, and that’s not our part.
We have been set free, a light that shows the way,
truly living for God, being His works of the day.
Fighting a good fight, in His truth we take our stand,
we may be the only bible that can help another to stand.
For we are truly servants, yes, servants of the light,
the only bible’s in this world,
that can lead others, through their night.
Following a summit with President Xi Jinping in Beijing, President Trump declined to explicitly state if U.S. troops would defend Taiwan, telling reporters that he wants both Taiwan and China to "cool it a little bit" and questioning the necessity of fighting a war 9,500 miles away. A proposed $14 billion US arms package for Taiwan remains on hold.
Wheeler-dealer Donald Trump
All's for sale, what a champ
Friends are change worth a dime
He don't care, piece of slime
Sell Taiwan, Iran, Ukraine
Send no arms gets people slain
Talks are cheap, deceitful talks
Promise something and then walks
China suddenly a friend
Pile of contracts to no end
Mr. Pres, you lose your face
Every move is a disgrace
May 16, 2026
They don’t look tough, but they are angry.
Effortlessly taking off his scarf.
Bouncing around with a coal smile.
He didn’t look that tough, just round and tilting his head.
But when everything else melted, he stood tall anyway.
Even though an eye fell off but he acted like it was nothing.
Crossed the street like a snowman does to start a fight.
Got hit by a car that day.
The thing about hitting a snowman?
His carrot nose gets flattened.
And this slush is nothing to a moving vehicle.
So if you need to fight a snowman…
The car wasn’t dented at all.
So the driver and I both laughed.
I kicked the slush around- no bones or anything.
The snowy flesh continued to get run over all day.
Life is like fighting a snowman.
It all gets cleaned up in a carwash.
Seems like all I could see was the struggle,
haunted by ghosts that live in my past.
Bound up in shackles of all my failures that I'm being reminded of,
wondering how long it's gonna last.
Then YOU look at this prisoner and say to me,
"Child stop fighting a fight that's already been won".
Now I am redeemed and YOU set me free.
So I'll shake off these heavy chains
and wipe away every stain
and know that I'm not who I used to be.
This is ME.
I was soldering dreams on a PCB,
Fighting a chip that refused to agree.
Multimeter in one hand, wire in the other—
Voltage spikes like no one’s bother.
Then came the call—a soft little beep,
Right when my circuit fell asleep.
I picked it up with a sigh so tall…
Didn’t expect you on that one-minute call.
"Hey, resistor brain, still alive?"
You joked as my heart hit overdrive.
My logic gates all flipped to high,
Capacitors charged, and so did I.
You said you missed me (with static delay),
I said, “Same here,” in my ohm-ish way.
We laughed about wires and life on hold—
Your voice was warm, my soldering cold.
No datasheet ever warned of this,
That love could spark with just a kiss—
Of words so quick, yet somehow deep,
That made my digital heart lose sleep.
Oh darling, in circuits, I deal with noise,
But your voice cuts through, brings quiet and poise.
That one minute call? Just sixty small seconds…
Yet my entire heart it somehow re-sequenced.
So call me again, like a rising sine wave,
In this tangled breadboard life I brave.
Because in a world of signals and sprawl,
You're the only frequency I want to call.
Life's forgotten heros their names may be unknown.
What remains now lies beneath the marble and the stone.
Etched with words like courageous and brave , died for our freedom so we could be saved.
Fighting a war at barelly eighteen, an unfinished life with unfinished dreams.
All they have are memories of his story, dying in battle for honor and glory .
Now he walks in heaven above and all of gods angels surround him with love.
His family and friends have all gathered around as they lower his casket into the ground .
Wealth,
We see them in the streets,
Those barely making ends meet,
Trying so hard,
To stand on their feet.
Feeling so beat,
Fighting a need to eat.
Asking GOD above,
Send down your love,
So we can share,
How much we care,
Instead of watching them,
just sit there.
I wish for my daughter to become a savage.
A perfectly wild and untamed creature
who spits fire from
the deepest pit of her being.
Who isn’t afraid to bare her teeth
and eat away at
men with tranquilizers
and diagnoses of “hysteria.”
Who breaks the silence
of her quiet eyes
and tells the whole world what she sees.
because she is the one that terrifies them.
Whose claws are painted with
the dirt and mud of revolution
instead of sexy red.
Who remembers that
fighting a war
for the entirety of life
is tiresome.
Who comes home to mom
every once in a while
for healing kisses
and snuggles in bed (if she still fits).
Who lets the love
mama pours
into her savage heart
carry her
farther than the reaches
of the horizon
she is bound to greet.
Daily affirmations are my constant prayer conversations with a higher spirit connected to my soul
Mirror mirror on the wall where does the reflection of my shadow fall?
The still bank looks at me and speaks with a closed mouth: “as far as you are willing to be”
Reflections of self are moments of the present cheating time to breathe seconds of the future
Because when I look in the mirror and my current self sees how gracefully growth aged to scar over the pain the past bled from
I can time travel with every repetition of these confirmations of truth
Learning my reflection is not just who I am but who I strive to be
p.s. keep fighting, a title for the letter to myself…
Sitting here watching the news
What is going on gives me the blues
The world is fighting a war
Just wanting to take a lil more
Who is wrong and who is right
In this mad blight
All stays the same
Those remaining silent are just as much to blame
Seems they think it is all a game
Death falling from above
What ever happened to love
Mother grab your child
Welcome to a world that has gone wild
Lost, are the meek and mild
What is truth but a lie
Words falling from the sky
Blinded by the rockets that fly by night
Hold your children tight
Going to be rough
So you gotta be tough
As the night turns to day
Seems the world has lost its way
Tear drops fall
The world builds a wall
Humanity starts to stall
A world so dark
So stark
No hope beyond tomorrow
..... this sorrow.....
Tick..ity tock
Winds down the clock
The veterans
JD Vance and Tim Waltz have in common
they have served and can call themselves
veterans, which has a sacred meaning
They joined to serve and defend America's
values of freedom and democracy
We know that for the two above, it was
about further education, to join but too long
and get out when the going got tough
Still, they are veterans who served.
I think of the men from the many small towns
unknown by most people, they joined and
was sent to Vietnam, fighting a war in
the name for freedom and democracy
they believed in what was said
When a platoon whose order is to take a hill
crawling with snakes and booby traps
they knew what terror was, black shadows
coming up from the earth, killing them
They were heroes fighting a wrong war
The survivors are veterans if they
are lucky to receive a small pension
when they are aged and dressed up
in old uniforms
we are proud of them, know what the
scarify is to die when the people in
Washington needs people who believe
in the defense of America, values call
to arms
Suicide is not selfish, a cry in the dark,
A silent scream from a broken heart,
It's not a choice made lightly, but a burden too heavy to bear,
A final surrender to despair.
Depression's grip tightens, suffocating and cold,
Leaving the soul shattered, the spirit untold,
It's not a selfish act, but a battle lost,
A painful reminder of the human it cost.
Judgment comes from those who don't know,
The depths of despair, the inner foe,
But for those who have faced the abyss,
They know the pain, the unbearable twist.
So please do not judge, but extend a hand,
To those who are struggling to stand,
For in the darkness, your light can shine,
A beacon of hope, be a lifeline.
Suicide is not selfish, it's a plea for release,
From neverending torment, for inner peace,
Let us offer compassion, kindness, and care,
For those who are fighting a battle that's unfair.
In a world full of love
Why do I feel hate
Everytime I look down the field
I see a closed gate
In this peaceful world there's people
Full of good n bad
Fighting a useless war everywhere
Over something they never had
The Angels full of peace n love
Shedding continuous tears above
While the demons in hell
Laugh sadistically as if under a spell
Innocent people dying every day
Shedding blood in a wasteful way
No is willing to stop the fights
Even when they say it's not right
What can one man do in a war filled world
When everything possible aside is hurled
How does one stop the pain
When he has nothing else to gain
I hope the fighting is stopped soon
Or earth will be as barren as the moon
If tht happens will be a big disgrace
Cuz it'll be the end of the human race
Global tensions are starting to increase
We have been warned many times before
Though will there intensions ever cease
But this time l wonder how long it is for?
Nothing has ever been long term lease!
When still the" rich taking from the poor"
Missiles! in the atmosphere they release
Think all the damage to the earths core;
There's hostages still awaiting their release
Soldiers all over it seems now on their tore!
And there supposed duty? to bring peace
Are we not just fighting a never ending war ?
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