Serene , say reign , in the depth of nights of a silent most convocation
The hearts those are not oblivious, neither sink in disgrace in witnessing time
The lips those are not hurtful, but generous in beseeching soulful salvation.
Serene, say reign, in the depth of nights of a silent most convocation
if you see me sitting around
with my head tilted down
face wrinkled in a frown
hands shielding my face
just trying to figure out
if I can survive in this place
if I can finish this race
I know. I got it
change will come
and change will go
for better or worse
we won’t know
until we’ll either
suffer through hell
or find Heaven’s grace
if we’re to be celebrated
as conquering heroes
or banned in disgrace
The true story
will not be told
until those very last
words unfold
and in the end
they are rejected
or embraced
Scatterbrain, I refrain from learning, yearn for better days.
But alas, I feel dumb and dull, like unused clay.
Refusing to mould into something you desire.
If only you knew the struggle I bear, all you do is point and stare, I do declare that this worlds just unfair.
With each shame and blame, I regress in my fight.
With each shame and blame, I regress in my murk filled mind.
Just a dark grey cloud debating aloud in the night.
I scratch and I claw, amidst living yet dead.
Fearing the glares that leave me filled with dread.
Pointing and poking, awaiting for my fall.
Hoping i bow out in disgrace to it all.
My inner demons whisper cruel, careless words.
Berating my spirit, leaving me unheard.
Yet here I lie awake, seeking a break, from this scatter brain maze that
makes my heat ache.
Searching for peace in the chaos I've spun.
Yearning for light, for the battle to be won.
An Ark was made by human hands
Constructed precisely to His plans
A seat with golden angels on the ends
Hovering above He directs their wends
For centuries with the tablets in place
His commands disregarded in disgrace
Since many forgot the covenant made
It was taken away, its memory to fade
But in time a new thing shall be upon the earth
God has created a woman, His Son to give birth
A living ark from conception, denoted with grace
For His Son to be incarnated, in the human race
The most feckless corrupt Pres in living memory pardons his grifter son.
But not just for deliberately evading taxes and firearms violations. No, Joe went further. His pardon includes all offences he may or may not have committed back to Jan 1 2014 which coincidentally gives him immunity for his time as a Burisma board member as a crackhead earning millions of dollars in Ukraine and influence peddling selling access deals to Russian oligarchs and Chinese companies aligned with the Chinese Communist Party. All with daddy’s knowledge and approval.
Well pardon my French but that is a f***in’ disgrace!
The day is bright and sunny,
The world’s a lovely place,
Unless you’re hurt or poor or sick
Or reeling in disgrace.
The trees are big with blossoms,
The sky a brilliant blue,
But those who grapple with despair
Won’t notice such a view.
The air is crisp and pleasant,
The birdsong sweet and clear,
Though anyone who’s suffering
Won’t notice or won’t hear.
This life is filled with beauty,
Which has Nature to reveal it,
Yet only those without deep woes
Can find a way to feel it.
Self-assertion blatant, repelling babble exuberant, closing floodgates you eschew, none fooled by you.
you speak,
winds shriek,
shout loud,
feel proud,
you brag
self tag,
your lies
none buys,
voice lone,
place shown,
musk breaks,
face wrecks,
mouth shut,
stops glut.
You blurt garbage dirt, off your guard, torn to shard, do a volte-face, eat words in disgrace.
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SEVEN THOUSAND ISLANDS
Some five hundred miles East of Vietnam
The Phillipines is a multi-island archipelago
Named in honour of King Phillip of Castile
It was Spain’s mid sixteenth century deal
But colonisation and ownership a farrago
Won by Spain but then lost to Uncle Sam
Conquered by Japan in Second World War
Won Back by US but became independent
Restoring a Filipino focus with some urgency
And fighting regular communist insurgency
In mid 60’s, Marcos was elected president
After economic growth, he changed the law
Since he escaped the country in disgrace
It’s been ups and downs in the economy
Marcos’ son, Bongbong, recently elected
By Covid, all has been severely affected
Yet few challenge the nation’s autonomy
And as for its future, just watch this space
On troubled roads of life, when opposing sides collide,
Conflict of emotions clamors, agitating ego and pride,
While empathy warns: let forgiveness be your guide,
As benevolent angels, in missives of compassion chide.
Mired in wins and losses, when humanity strums offbeat,
Adversaries propagate hatred, and blatantly mistreat,
As meaningless conversations puff up, donning conceit,
While expressions of solemn amiability retreat in defeat.
A proffer of calm and goodwill, checks enemy’s reign
When sanctity prevails, calming a perturbed domain,
As atonement and humility heal, soothing angst of pain
And disturbed vibes seeking revenge, begin to wane.
As nobility of repentance tenders offers of mercy, grace,
Malevolent behaviors recede, ashamed in disgrace,
And enlightenment of intellect inspires vacuous space,
When hosting redemption, reformed enemies embrace.
In affluence of cognitive thoughts informed minds elate
Harboring tolerance and sympathy, discarding hate,
Being harmonious with peace, mundane life they liberate,
Achieving balance within, unfazed by travails of fate.
People gathering in the street
Heading for their own defeat
Fist raised high in the air
Screaming of a life so unfair
I don't care
Join us or die
Their war cry
Covered faces
Screaming hate against races
Hating themselves first
For blood they thirst
Screaming in the night
Looking to fight
Wipe out this race
Leave not a trace
Of woman nor child
Hate runs wild
So much hate
Much too late
To change that fate
Kill them all
Watch God fall
No mercy in the heart
As the doward spiral does start
Oh the news
Gives me the blues
The depth mankind goes
Ratings on some news shows
The hate grows
For their own beliefs they slay
The hate grows each day
People fear
That the end draws near
Nobody seems to know
How far the other is willing to go
To put on the final show
Days go by
The world continues to cry
The human race.
Bows out in disgrace
Hiding their face
War
Then some more
Last one standing
Does the branding
Everyone is right
Why fight
We are losing the light
War
No more
Haply I think on thee
The lark of wholeness
At break of a new day
Wipes away separation's grip
And rises in recognition of
The sullen stories which
Separate me and thee...CC
Interpreting:
When, in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,
Desiring this man’s art and that man’s scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
(Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth) sings hymns at heaven’s gate;
For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
~~William Shakespeare..Sonnet 29
Taking my time through the struggles I face
Trying hard not to bow out in disgrace
Thinking how can I still win this race
Time keeps coming at me
While I try to stay free
Looking ahead
Time gets me down Instead
Fighting my demons inside
The pain and confusion I can barely hide
Times I gave up and cried
Sat there on the ground
Cried without a sound
Thought I couldn't go on so long
Was wrong
So many a time
Couldn't make sense out of lifes little rhyme
Love, lifes only crime
The battlefield, my mind
Nothing left there to find
Writing my pain
Keeping it plain
For all to see
Nothing is free
All them good things that be
Come and go
Just so you know
What do I see
What was left behind was me
The stain
In my brain
No reason to cry
Life never tells you why
Then you die
Time keeps on going
Your stain keeps on growing
I don't know
I forgot to grow
Does it show
A sky like fire
As the sun rises higher
Burning away the last of the night
This fire burning so bright
The day is now awake
The sun starts to bake
Warms away the night chill
Strengthens my will
To face the new day
As I make my way
Through life's many struggles one will face
Throughout lifes race
Don't bow out in disgrace
Doesn't matter the trials
Just hold on to the smiles
Sometimes your sad
Sometimes glad
But tomorrow
In the land of no sorrow
One day
I pray
I'll find it somewhere inside
Love will no longer hide
But in all hearts, abide
Everyone will care
Share
Be there
Sharing this beautiful sunrise beside me
Something so beautiful for all to see
Couldn't pay my rent
So I bought a tent
Living off the land
Never a helping hand
Nothing new
Nothing true
Still missing you
The life I couldn't face
So bowed out in disgrace
Didn't care who won this race
Sitting under a tree
The price of living free
Under a sky so blue
Nothing much to do
Sit back and write
Enjoying the sun light
Lost isn't a bad place to be
So much to see
Clouds drifting by
Watching birds fly
The theater in the sky
Pulled my hat low
Nowhere did I need to go
Decided to take life slow
Under the tree I stayed
Watching as nature played
Feeling so content
Glad I couldn't pay my rent
And bought this tent
"The devil wasn't a devil until he became a devil."
A model of sagacity
Faultless and excellent in beauty
Covered with valuable stones
Annointed as a guardian cherub
Set upon the consecrated mountain of God
Flawless in ways until iniquity appeared
Beauty made the heart arrogant
Brightness currupted sageness
Filled with violence by multitude of merchandise
Driven out in disgrace
Made spectacle before earth kings to see
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