What we collectively feel
Become humanity’s deeds;
Feelings are our reactions,
Predilections, preoccupation with --
Obsessively entertained seem~ paramount needs!
The nurturing of good bodies
Or, piercing wars
Horrific blood-letting bleeds --
Deeds are the washout
Stains and cultivation's
What came after the seeds
Our generosities and greeds.
The soul of man demands
Seldom satisfied
While the spirit elevated pleads:
Enough! Mercy! Mercy!
Lucid Explanations For Living
Luminous virtuosity that lies dormant all your life
Numerous animosities that combine to form violence and strife
Curious curiosities for the emperors fifth wife
Numerous generosities that involve the back stabbing of a knife
Automatically mistaken for another person by someone you love
Biographically misshapen by the author as the truth is left out to the shove
Colour-graphically laden by the images of heaven from above
Instamatically forsaken by the grapevine from a dove
Elevations of inspiration cascading from the moonlit horizon
Revelations of observation parading bright without the lights on
Celebrations of invocations that serve only to enliven
Collaborations of confirmation that momentum forms only to syphon
Elucidate the concept as you illustrate the notion
Repudiate the precept while you hover above the ocean
Rejuvenate the incept as you maintain the sincerity of your devotion
Recuperate the sunset while you transpire without commotion
By Elizabeth Moroz Copyrifht 2025
Whatever could be more simple?
The walk of our Creator's "Wealth of Hope" found thriving! Welcoming the dance of general freedom, and relative peace.
The (H)onest and (O)pen-minded and (W)illful walk towards the consistent and continuing harmony, of true humility! Before all life, all before the greater Generosities, of our Creator.
Nevermore, to reject the wonder nor to wander away anywhere else, but into the blessing, of the "here", and of the "now?"
Dare to live!
Stop insisting on chasing after death.
Stop trying to die!
Quit the grand delusion.
You shall never die!
Grow your wings and fly to the mountaintop
of your world. Breathe stars.
Bravely go alone. Only you can do this.
Regularly in your day–exercise conviction,
visualize. Take in
golden, fibrous threads
of starlight, of sunlight.
Take them in through the nostrils.
This is nothing less than soul’s power-fuel.
Inhale slowly and experience
the gentle music of love’s fire,
as flames would pull up
a chimney stack, up pipes of ovens.
Faith builds with such breath practice.
Greed cooked away.
Anger melting.
Ignorance surrendering
to ways of knowing.
Transformations to flowers.
To gratitude.
To generosities.
Prepare that your purpose
shall speak to you.
Breathe starlight.
Are you surprised
that you feel no heat?
Your unique timelessness
awaits your recognition.
Rushing away from the Devils hair hoisting heave
Rushing to Gods downy laced embrace, searching as astray and bereaved.
Rushing away from your most tenebrous night-frights.
Rushing to your chain mail-cloaked knight.
Rushing away from the skies troubling tears.
Rushing to the sun-singed grassy spears.
Rushing away from the contemporary world atrocities.
Rushing to the falsely glazed generosities.
Rushing away no longer
Only rushing to authorities, tongue untied, and hands unclasped from behind my allegorically lashed back.
Rushing away, wiped from my options, forced to breathlessly quarrel and yack.
NO GOOD DEED GOES UNPUNISHED
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS
SAY ADIEU TO EUROPE AS IT EDDIES TO THE DRAIN
THE DEMISE WILL BE SLOW WITH BLOOD WITH PAIN
THERE IS AN INVASION ALL EUROPE IS UNDER SIEGE
BY DEDICATED JIHADISTS DISGUISED AS REFUGEES
THEY WILL SLOWLY COLONIZE INTO URBAN CENTERS
OBEYING SHARIAH DEMANDED BY THEIR MENTORS
THEY WILL REFUSE TO ACCEPT LOCAL TRADITIONS
AMASS LARGE AREAS FOR ISLAMIC IMPOSITIONS
ESTABLISH NO GO ZONES TABOO FOR THE LOCALS
CALL TO PRAYER RITUALS WITH ARABIC VOCALS
ONCE SETTLED WILL COME CONSTANT AGITATIONS
CAUSING RIOTS AND UNENDING PROVOCATIONS
AVOIDING BEING CALLED RACIST LOCALS CEDE
YIELDING TRADITIONS TO SATE INVADERS’ NEED
LOOKING AROUND OSLO YOU’LL THINK ITS IRAN
WHERE HAVE ALL THE FLAXEN HAIRED BEAUTIES GONE
THEY’RE IN HIDING AVOIDING THE LEWD FOCUS
OF MEDIEVAL SAVAGES THE MODERN DAY LOCUSTS
EVENTUALLY THE LOCALS WILL BECOME AWARE
BUT IT MAY COME LATE FOR THOSE IN DESPAIR
IMPORTANT TO RECOGNIZE GENEROSITIES WOES
OFFERED TO INGRATES THAT ARE IDEOLOGICAL FOES
HOUSING, FOOD AND FREEDOM IS OPENLY FURNISHED
A JOYOUS SPIRIT OF GOODWILL FOREVER TARNISHED
"I present this because we all as I too included remain with our own individual
expressions, as well as negations of each one and the others fixed ideologies we have
I feel adapted to fit ourselves alone in our individual Socialites within each of our own
separate lands, apart from one another and God when it comes to "Religion(s)."
"Taking into account I have seen for myself - as I assume no doubt you have as well
seen yourself possibly even more so-throughout the relation of time in the present, past,
and I fear as well now all of our future tenses - which for myself I know has always left
us to remain this way. As I feel it to be the very breading grounds for the certainties
of these above suggested links given above, in there ultimate fruition."
"Please watch and read if still you will to, and would be so kind. Thanks for your
generosities in remaining open."
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