Are we just waiting to Questions the Problems?
Are dreams just stories that have not been turned into facts?
Or are facts things that turn into dreams to tell stories?
What happens to lies that are stretched, does it just turn into truths?
So then lies are just pieces to the absolute truths?
Who dares enter the Chambers of ho-lies?
And a-tempts to open the Arks of Covenant?
Would you even need to balance lies with truth if they are part of the whole?
For what you perceive is what you receive?
Then shall I say "receiving is perceiving/presieving"?
Sky of Hell
I look at the sky, eyes burning, wide,
Praying for mercy, praying for guide.
But the clouds spit fire, the winds conspire,
The weak fall silent, the vile climb higher.
The rich grow teeth, the poor bleed bone,
The honest scream, but scream alone.
I call to God, voice cracked, undone,
He answers in silence, or maybe in fun.
Does He not care? Or does He see,
How long we dance in the devil’s spree?
The crooked take crowns, the rightful kneel,
The world a blade with a poisoned steel.
I curse the sky, spit words of flame,
Yet something whispers, it’s part of the game.
A test, a trial, a cruel, dark hand,
To see how long we’ll bleed in this land.
But even as doubt claws at my mind,
Some quiet hope still stays behind.
For though His silence cuts me deep,
I trust His justice does not sleep.
Time changes, and so do the ways,
Dispelling darkness, a new chariot blazes.
A new dawn shines with the light of hope,
Smiles on faces, hearts filled with faith to cope.
The smoke of corruption slowly fades away,
Society awakens on the path of truth each day.
With the melody of discipline, society is rebuilt,
A sense of responsibility makes hearts bloom and tilt.
Roads are formed, dreams begin to fly,
In the hands of youth, the future reaches the sky.
New thoughts emerge, new directions arise,
The nation advances with strength that never dies.
Respect for law and the people’s voice,
Become the loudest call for change and choice.
Farmers, workers, and the hopes of the new generation,
Together compose the language of development and transformation.
Can change ever come through words alone?
Work itself reveals one’s true identity known.
Now is the time to move ahead,
Now is the time to build a new age instead.
With the final smile of development’s fragrance bright,
A new song echoes on the road of progress and light.
In the changing times lives a promise anew,
For within this path rests the nation’s honor true.
Starting from the bottom and now we are standing here.
These mundane attacks keep coming in waves.
Back-ward and Forewarned - through too fro.
Muladhara - Root Chakra - by the poisoning of the grounds that we stand on.
Svadhishthana - Sacral Chakra - by the poisoning of our waters that we drink from.
Manipura - Solar Plexus Chakra - by the poisoning of our foods.
Anahata - Heart Chakra - by the poisoning of our values and things we belong to.
Vishuddha - Throat Chakra - by the poisoning of our salts.
Ajna - Third Eye Chakra - by the poisoning of our toothpaste.
Sahasrara - Crown Chakra - by segregations and divisions among hu.mani.ties.
So what's left for you to finish?
Other than poisoning our air, that we all share and breath.
Kantung yang penuh
Di genggam, pendirian dari jauh
Lirrik syahdu berkeluaran, jatuh
Jaring menanti semua sifat angkuh
Telah merintih mengerik yang terpendam
Sayatan luka dulu, penting ?, kau termakan dendam
Malam benderang bila waktu menidur
Hujan melelap bila sakit akur
dalam gagal menentang realita
Buta dari semua mimpi, terpejam mata.
English translation :
Title: in all dreams
A full pocket
Holded, a stance from afar
Soulful lyrics spill out, falling
A net awaits all arrogance
Buried groans have been heard
The wounds were important before? You're consumed by revenge
The night is bright when it's time to sleep
The rain falls asleep when the pain is in harmony
Failed to confront reality
Blind from all dreams, eyes closed.
AI: panacea or pain? Contest //Sponsored by: Simon Rogerson
Contest Judged: 9/9/2025 6:59:00 AM
( Ist Place )
Written: August 10, 2025
A whisper born of code and light,
vast potential, a promising sight--
yet twilight sprawl where circuits reign.
Panacea — or pulse of pain?
We hold the key, the spark, the fear,
to pave the way — far and near.
You got me to a bower of mulberry blue,
And made me stick to it like with a glue,
You gave me the joy of expressing the self,
And filled with the books of joy - My shelf.
When I write you I feel I am in heaven,
And I won't be harmed even by the black raven,
You gave me joy and made me pine,
For writing you and craving for you time and again-
Like a glass jar of sweet red wine.
There you are -Filled with the brightness of your beautiful face,
And men who run behind your beauty like a rat-race,
And here I am - Alone in the dark,
Singing for you like a lone skylark.
My world is dark without you,
I am in love with you like others-too,
But I also value your attitude,
For which I have always shown you my gratitude.
Now you are away from me,
I too am separated from you,
But I wish I could see you once again - Free,
Yes-Free for loving me once again.
You are the Moon and Venus combined,
But I am not Poseidon or Cupid,
When your words will one day find-
-Me alone in this dungeon of darkness you will find me lying down like a stupid.
Just flip a coin
And you'll enjoy
A newborn, bouncing baby boy.
Just flip a coin
And find a pearl
A newborn, bouncing baby girl.
Both born co-equal at the start -
Co-equal with a heart, a mind,
Yet differ as their lives unwind.
Yes, down the lengthy road of life
Through messages for roles we send
Co-equal mostly seems to end.
Abilities become obscure
And with that fondest hopes and dreams
Assigned disparate paths it seems.
With such great promises arrayed
To key the very start of things
What cost by loss destiny brings.
Co-equal at the start of life,
Co-equal at the very end,
It's years between time should amend.
Then, what must take place after this
Without in fact assigning "blame"
In this unequal coin flip game?
peace is a dove, a branch, a bridge, an offered hand, a shared land
7/08/22
The Art of Peace contest
Sponsor: John Lawless
4th Place
He's the One so lovely and fair,
He's the One beyond compare,
He's the One with wool like hair,
He's the One who will always care,
He's the One you can go to in prayer,
He's the One your load He'll bear,
He's the One your sorrows He'll share,
He's the One who will never despair,
He's the One soon coming in the air,
He's the One to catch many unaware,
And He's the One you'll face over there!
-DW
Behold, the Lamb, John did say,
The sin of the world, to take away;
Behold, the Lamb, soon coming again,
Will He find you ready, or in your sin?
Behold, the Lamb, so lovely and so fair,
God's Son so precious, and far beyond compare;
Behold, the Lamb, the very soon coming King,
The One that paid it all, and we owe everything!
Behold, the Lamb, one day twill be too late,
Behold Him now, delay may seal your fate;
Behold, the Lamb, as He knocks upon your heart,
The debt was paid for everyone, He took your part!
Behold, the Lamb, for He's beholding you,
He's seeing and hearing, all you say and do;
Behold, the Lamb, for you'll bow before Him one day,
Will you face Him debt free, or will you have to pay?
Behold, the Lamb, as He's passing by your heart once more,
Do you hear that knocking, could that be upon your door?
Behold, the Lamb, while there's still opportunity,
Before your time runs out, and rejected you'll be!
So, Behold, the Lamb, as John did say,
He came into the world, to take mans sin away;
Behold, the Lamb, to which every knee shall bow,
So, don't put it off, today is the day, the time is now!
-DW
Apocryphal
Misleading
Egotistical
Reckless
Illusion
Comical
A Fool's paradise
Non-negotiable
Deceptive
Radical
Expendable
Alluring
Manufactured
There will come a day
when people remember a time
when thorns of selfishness
were topped with roses of kindness.
When bonds were strengthened
through thoughts and words,
not kisses or embraces.
When people became heroes,
their only superpower was that they cared.
When so much that we valued
abandoned us, like feathers in the wind,
and left us holding on to what really matters.
When we tired of fear, and swam for hope.
And hope whispered, that day will not be long,
for that time is today,
so smile, be kind, be good, be well.
Be strong.
Slate clouds stretch low
over urban rooftops,
sun’s hopeful warmth
vanquished:
man with a limp
pauses.
his weary eyes,
wary,
survey that sky,
grimy gangling
fingers
fidget
buttons,
wind biting through
plaid jacket’s
worn fabric;
on, he hobbles
behind
shopping cart,
cluttered and dull,
left front wheel
shimmying,
sere, dun leaves
and discarded wrappers
tumble, rustle
alongside
in the gutter.
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