This is a message to the next generation
Take it slow now, one step at a time
But don't remain stagnant
There's always the right time
To do anything
When the time is not right, you have to wait
That's why patience is the key to success.
Whatever you're doing
Take your time
Don't let pressure, push you out of line
When you rush it
You might be depressed or you'll live in anxiety
Those you're trying to impress
Won't give you a dime, so take your time.
I'm talking out of experience
To react is not to act
Things forced, are forgery
They never last
If you no endure, you no go enjoy
Isaiah 60 vs 22
When the time is right
I the Lord will make it happen
Be patient; take your time.
technology, specifically AI
forges ahead at the speed of light
those who would pause it
inhabit chambers of pitch-black night
Has the new year brought me love,
Or just more solitude and misery?
Can it give a glimpse of happiness,
That's not inclined to a forgery?
I suppose that time will be the monitor,
As days, weeks, and months become the year.
Yet I am left to wonder and inquire,
Towards the pace, fast or slow, that I fear.
Often, there's a fuse to trigger an explosion,
Though it is difficult to know if it's been lit.
So while the seconds tick away in anxiety,
The minutes blow right on by and won't quit.
Such is the nature that time possesses,
Whether expanding or contracting in space.
Not to mention all the bending and gravity,
It's no wonder it can blow up in one's face.
Decades a midwife a definer of rights written so patients
And authoritys both knew their plights.' Un-jabbed 2020 up
Till today, yet prosecuted by N Z jacinda aderns machine which stated
She had to pay? They tried to bully and really every sick trick.' Even forgery of her signature, i think they were a bit thick? Well its all turned turtle, and they're panicking now..
The genocidal mantra.' The outright lies and deceit show
I advise a trip to you-tube where if you enter her name.?
Under New Zealand midwife, it will truly enlighten your brain.'
I am awoken by the summer night crickets and lighting that strikes the roof rod.
The wind and the abnormally hot air that begets the ominous dark cloud filled with ice rocks and Gods tears.
My dying light marked by the lost touch of a handsome beacon to the dullness of my heart.
A killing angel forgotten by the depths of a secretive shadow, engulfed in an endless pit of darkness.
He is, but a memory one must hide away in the heavens of the heart and the evils of the mind.
The forgotten peach wrapped in a towel under the intense heat of the summers breeze.
Written as a spiritual insurance when the floorboards creaked
As the wind caught my feet and the whispers that knew great feat.
It is no trick or a forgery of truth, but a para-perception to make up my lack of you.
I cannot move back the misty pendulum, wishing for some other to fill the gaps of what was once true.
Before you left, I should have cleaned our mess, but I am a hoarder of memories
That you must've despised, toxic soldier.
I cannot promise the stars I won’t draw for you, nor for the winds of time to forget your name
But your love will always roam the realms of my universal truths.
The world is a child growing up
Demands much, asks for too much.
It could be a fragment of one's character
Or a pinch of value, yet a burden thereafter.
As a distributor, meeting the demand
One may be tempted to forge identity:
Tainted nails, a pair of dark glasses
Extended brows, ugly looking eyelashes.
You can wear a mask to play a part
But the play may never start.
Like changing girls for satisfaction
No one will know your true attraction.
Life is a dark humor play—
Believe it or not, you’re just a stray.
You can act well but can’t fake a role
Or change what the script hold.
In such occasions where the heart yearns
for your heat how would I recover the
sorrow, the pillow no longer drips with tears
it leaks the yeast of sadness
It drills with grills that has chilly taste of fist
The face I’ve came to known is
disappearing slowly dispersing drifting in a
shallow whipped stream strangely it
strangles the anger of hate I have to carry
that I couldn’t fight for you enough
I couldn’t hold my pinky promise
I couldn’t keep you, let along see you again
I’d wish death upon my dreadful drearily but
this light of your skin reminds me the moon
once covered the sun and all went dark
As little hope the was the fear that each
earth dwellers had was enough to confess
their sins
Since your last text purged my day
I hope the memories that we made
embrace the emotional route it straightened
because it was real not forgery
I somehow wish to stop whipping
I hope I start shifting just to let in the breeze
Your eyelids would forever impair my ability
Ashleigh Ngoqo
- - - Fading - - -
The mighty oak once standing strong
Now lying still upon the giving ground.
It’s leaves in wind, they carried song.
Of which, of this, no longer found.
The facial hairs have turned to gray.
Hair frizzing up and turning white.
Joints commanded ‘move’ but stiffened stay.
Eyes and mind now search Eternal Night.
Common sense – a gift through learning.
Truth once held its weight in Gold.
Love by test through time - not through yearning.
Wisdom gone with the dead-grown-old.
The lie now truth - wrong is right.
Forgery now changes dark to day.
A belligerent mouth holds strength and might.
Suddenly, seems, we've lost our way.
Hard to sleep so close to death.
Must hold fast to the original Me.
Arguing Evils muddle with each wheezing breath.
Must wake as whole – as was born to be.
The brutality of Life continues on.
Nothing now is what it seems.
All the ‘knowing’ - - dying – gone.
Life fades to whispers – Chaos screams.
Shadow Seeker March 2023
Belated wishes my dear Mahatma
Yesterday was your birthday
I every day see you, you know
Yes, while counting Rupee notes
All remember you yearly once
But, I forgot you just one day
Though I did serious shopping
I saw you not in notes strangely
Gandhian way is never Indian way
In many notes you get cuts and oil
And forged notes also circulate
Forgery and you side by side exist
You preached that truth must be told
That is why I very frankly confess
Today my bank will as usual function
I will see you thousand times surely
Mechanization has now emerged
So many never at all look at you
So that remedy is also sealed
O- Gandhi- Going bad are all we.
Name of Crime Under Section
1.Murder 302
2.Death by negligence,303/304/308/312/319/321/322
3.Attempt to Murder / Suicide,324/325
4.Thug / Exposure of Child / Concealment of Birth,327/328/329
5.Itlaf-i-udw/salahiyyat-i-udw,334/336
6.Causing hurt with/blunt/sharp weapon,337(A - N)
7.Isqat-i-hamal with consent/without consent/janin,338(A - C)
8.Wrongful restraint/confinement of person, 341/342/343/344/345/346/347/348
9.Criminal Assault / Violating Modesty of Women,352/358/354-A
10.Kidnapping & Abduction,363/364/365/365-A /366/367/369
11.Rape,375/376
12.Un-Natural Offence,377
13.Zina Sec 10 (i)(ii)(iii) Zina-Ord,79,279
14.Theft 379/382/401/411
15.Robbery/Dacoity,392/394/395/396
16.Criminal Assault / Violence,427/448/452/453/506
17.Cheating/Forgery/Fraud,406/409/417/420/430/477
18.Lurking House Tresspass,442-460
19.Wandering,55/109
20.Dishonestly recev.Stolen property,411/412/413/414
21.Arms Ord / 65 / SIA Act, 1991,13/20/65,7/21/91
22.Military Deserters 54 Cr. PC 17
23.Bogus / Bouncing of Cheque,489-F
24.Gambling,4-GO 5/7/78
25.Breach of peace,107/151 Cr.
Where are we to scatter the ashes when our flesh meets fire in the crematorium
For my ode forgery is the forbidden romance of the sky and the sea
Today I've decided to run the marathon of my past lovers
Ply my sinful body against thee
And when day draws the curtains and decides to love in the dark
I find myself writing about lust
On calfskin created, a beauty in youth!
A master’s creation, none can dispute!
Her auburn tresses and complexion fair!
Who created her image, who can declare?
Italian princess or cashier from Bolton?
Either way for me, the image is golden!
He can knock up a Moran in half of an hour?
And fool all the pros, even the most dour?
White lead was a tile, nicked from a roof?
An unlikely tale with no logic or proof!
So what do you think, the swiftest forgery?
Or really a princess, drawn by Da Vince?
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/La_Bella_Principessa
Look into my eyes and what do you see; genuine sadness,
Look into my face and tell me what you feel; blatant madness!
Take a look at how I walk and doubt will you see; true ambiguity,
Just listen to the words I speak carefully; they are words of anxiety!
Take my hand and feel it trembling; signs of insecurity,
Touch my body and feel the scars; they are souvenirs of agony!
Don’t stand there and watch me cry; I just need a shoulder,
Put your head on my chest, hear my heart beat; it pounds louder!
Look at my smile, the ends of my lips are forced up; pure forgery,
The expression on my face says another thing; I need sympathy!
Look at the tears in my eyes; do I give the notion of being okay?
The beads of sweat on my forehead; they can even reflect a ray!
I cry myself to sleep every night; it’s my favorite night cup,
I wake up on a bright day; but I always wish I had never woken up!
I fear the world because it poses nothing; but threat and harm,
A child of anguish and distress; that is who I really am!
the two who own my soul
dances and make bets everywhere
they just throw it hanging
such bets and dares occupy
all their soul attention time
those dares and dances enrage
the one that control my conscious
stomp and forges here and there
He only keep it down grounded
too busy watching others mourning
takes every watch fulfillment
this forgery and observance irritate
lips lust for more
luscious kisses drip
in mouthed desire
bosom invite cuddles
**** entice fondling
bust on the rise
belly composes rings
softens sweet union
goes with the flow
yet she is never content
judgement beckons
from society's norm
botox
boob job
liposuction
skewed grin
chest distorted
body dysmorphic
in surgeons she trusts
clings to his knife until
creation scorns counterfeit
28th August 2020
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