Look at me.
Am I truly a monster?
Have I finally grown into the skin of my tormentors?
Peer beneath the veil of my eyes and tell me you do not see
the demons nesting in the ruins of my mind,
governing my thoughts and dictating my every breath.
I harbor no desire to replicate the sins of those who shattered me,
nor to harvest the lives of others the way my own was so savagely reaped.
I am entirely unworthy of devotion; I seek no affection,
wishing only to bleed out whatever love I have left until I am empty.
Waste no tears on this calcified shell.
Bestow your grace upon those who can still be saved,
and never dare to seek a soul within my chest.
Do nothing for my sake.
Utterly abandon the notion of my redemption.
To love a monster is an act of absolute martyrdom -
you will only be ground into dust, piece by piece,
until nothing remains but the wreckage.
ONE HELL OF A THING TODAY: MAKING AMERICA GREAT AGAIN
No more white-hooded lynchings of us.
Today, it’s the ice-cold severing of our rights:-
The red POTUS is making America great again:
Mocking JUNETEENTH; praising 4Th OF JULY.
For him, peace has been deemed as damaging oppression;
And must be put to rest with power-mongering war.
All Zeus-like forms of governing legislation have been iced out.
And new Satanic-like legislative amendments have returned hell on earth.
And the years of slavery that made America great for ancestral power mongers,
Has now been replaced by oppressive, power-mongering political injustice.
Just look at today’s White House Garden of Evil:
Therein, hangs a devilish, hellavah, red snake:-
Half-baked unwise vouch no words pleasing,
One-- frank, plain-speaking knows no cheating,
Greedless longs for no governing chair,
One-- desire-less aspires no pluming.
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Sanskrit Translation | 22.01.2026 | desire, frank, officer, wants, wise, quatrain
Note: Some quatrains called shlokas in Sanskrit are known as Subhaashhitams, words well-said. This one presents some practical wisdom on half-baked unwise, frank persons, and those desire-less. Transliteration is as under:
na avidagdhah priyam brooyaat,
sphuta-vaktaa na vañchakah |
nih-sprhah na adhikaari syaat,
na a-kaamee mandana priyah || Subhaashhitam ||
Scam world 2020s ? Incompatible reasons? Water shortages claimed to
Be weather induced.? While weather is
Being tweaked by governments.? Why
Not give such a break.? Thinking reasons
Why water was low in LA 2025? governing
Actions that did decide.' Arson also same as
Melbourne and Victoria 2018, Greece again
If we recall.? Direct interferance to Climates local caused horrific scenes..Better to observe methods that
Served for a century quite well.' Less hype
More reality, my intuition tells.' Better climate better living better all around..No
Not perfection.' Only in God is such found'
Sensing betrayal, feeling animosity
Witnessing fear amongst this atrocity
Hating the rules governing such ferocity
Whilst Emperors clothes display grandiosity
The chaos of war with feverish velocity
Portayals of hatred, of a clear monstrosity
Resources withheld , the creation of paucity
Revolutionary peace peaks curiosity
Free the press..The only phrase i guess?
Kit Klarenberg such a danger?
(Can the truth!)
the duress.'
U-nkind
K-ontrol
Devouring whole..Misinfo minions so much
Is stole.' Self-improvement chance to grow
Drainstream media, and a governance cold
Catch the narratives, its how they roll
Deep in excrement, filth and spew
I give you current, western
Democracy and such a
Darkness how could
This become
True.?
There is a language barrier being created
adopted and fostered by social media
controlling certain dialect from surfacing
kept down with bad manners treasonous acts
Governing bodies has signed the soul of democracy away
to address another human life form rubbished neologism
firstly a status of hate filled pride needs to be brought into account here
to alter facts and grammar suiting a wicked agenda
This has no value when examined for what's right and just
silence is no longer a tool of the innocent
when powered to speak with lawful manners
From the wool of a Lamb knitted into a soul
the Lion will roar within this arena
words are enslaved put in chains by bigots
backwards justice in the end will fail terribly
because the finger will always point out
the truth from deep within a person's heart
True knowledge vs false = Science’s interpretation.
Old knowledge vs NOW = Growth’s explanation.
Knowable knowledge vs the unknowable = Wisdom’s poetry.
Creativity vs Reality = Religion’s reinterpretation.
Belief versus faith equals brainwashing on a massive hypnotic scale.
Sect vs class = Self-governing power-hungry survival of the richest.
The tangible vs the intangible = Parallel Universes.
Dreams vs being awake = Being alive!
Sleep vs, DEATH, the Big Sleep = what?
(Alternative title: "ARt MEdDler’s Interpretation of the Universe")
Exploitation is the dream of the class that governs,
Capitalists are friends of the class that governs.
Every economy desires salvation desperately,
Does all it can to earn profit desperately.
Forces are trained for devils and enemies,
Cursing poor civilians like devils and enemies.
Exploiters call themselves lucky through ways tricky,
The rules are made to keep the system lucky and tricky.
The system of governing is slowly captured by the greedy,
People of the society serve their friends, the greedy.
The blood of innocent creatures satiates the hunger of,
Devils who hide themselves in cloth worn half.
Slogans are made to show the emptiness of mind,
Programs are developed by exploiters of a devilish kind.
The bombs drop less on targets but more on hospitals,
Houses, schools and news talk through stories of hospitals.
Presumably assuming,
Presents peculiar perspectives,
Within our collective,
As a selective few move through,
Unabated,
Unafraid of the path laid before them,
Restoring glory to an old story,
As we climb assuming the truth,
Teaching our youth what's true,
Sharing the beauty of the view
As we stew the pot,
It's getting hot and ready to boil,
The soil ripe for sowing,
As we keep growing as a whole,
Giving love the control,
Governing our own soul,
Presumably assuming the best,
We have passed the test,
You guessed it,
I'm talking about you,
I assume you already knew,
Just what you came to do.
AN ACOUSTIC POLITICAL GUMBO
(Apropos Of Today’s Political Soup)
P….
O.
T..
U…..
S…..
Governing
Unequivocally,
Mastering
Boisterous
Oppression:-
Let's be lonely together
Lonely's no fun on my own
It doesn't depend on the weather
I'm lonely because I'm alone
The number of people don't matter
I'm often alone in a crowd
The words that I hear are just chatter
I simply tune out all the loud
Quiet by nature, an actor
I play a good role socially
But inside the governing factor
Is different in reality
When cast in the realm of the spoken
I trip over words I can't see
More natural convey I through music
I speak through it more easily
No need to befriend lots of people
Not more than a few, maybe three
But I'd be okay without any
If it could be just you and me
It was never meant for us to Judge this Experience,
We Are the Experience of Existence,
The difference,
Within the interference.
Pushing against the resistance,
Leaving a Legacy of our Substance.
Carving characters in time,
Creating your own line.
Take for instance,
Each Instant,
Neutral.
Yours to define,
Uniquely your design.
Every curve and corner,
diverting the color.
The Author,
Writing each chapter.
The Actor,
Playing the Scene.
Encoded within Genes,
Powers go unforeseen.
While fear stays lurking,
Hiding a new way of being.
Time to Intervene,
To get in-between,
Revealing,
Your Experience,
You Are the ONE Governing,
A Physical being experiencing
This Whole thing.
Keep it Clean,
Balance that Machine.
See through the Suffering,
For the Lessons its bringing.
Perception is everything.
Happiness is happening,
When your not Judging,
Your Experience.
The partition of India as per Indian Independence Act 1947, resulted in
the end of the British rule in the sub-continent. The two self-governing
countries, India and Pakistan, came into existence at midnight of 14-15,
August, 1947. Pandit Jawarharlal Nehru, the first Prime Minister of India,
gave a visionary speech at that hour. The following poem is inspired by
that speech and uses some of its phrases taken from Wikipedia.
Many years ago, we made a tryst with destiny,
time has come now to redeem the vow credibly.
When the world sleeps at this hour of midnight,
India wakes up to freedom from the pitiful plight.
Before the advent of liberty we’ve suffered pain,
but past is gone, present calls us to a new domain.
We’ve the will to face the challenges that lie in store,
while great future before us is opening its door.
Indian Independence,1947. In the voice of Pandit Jawarharlal Nehru.
December 24 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on 2John - Jude
Key Verse – 2John 1:3 Grace be with you, mercy, and peace, from God the Father, and from the Lord Jesus Christ, the Son of the Father, in truth and love.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR HIS GRACE
Praise be to God for His grace, indeed:
Giving us His goodness
Granting us His greeting’s glow
Guiding us by His grip of great gear
Guarding us against grievous greediness
Governing us toward growth along His grip
3John 1:11 Praise be to the Lord for
teaching us to do good by His:
Wisdom despite worrisome weakness
Word midst welcoming weariness
Work against worldliness’ wishes
Ways beyond willful wickedness
Will around worthy wellness
Jude 1:1 Praise be to the Saviour for
sanctifying us toward:
Dedicated discipleship through His doctrine
Directed dependence by His design
Determined diligence in His duty
Devoted desires by His driving
Delighted destination. Amen!
December 24, 2024
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