Today's world is such a mess
With evils integration
We see daily the list of lies
Beyond investigation
And yet above us flies the flag
That denies lies infestation
Taking us where injustice cries
Of greeds determination
Education comes disguised
As honesties demonstration
Using tools that often deny
For the sake of ostracization
Giving reason to the words
Of prejudice inflammation
Joining ideals of false accusers
They invent instigation
We ask why the cause of certain ones
to have this type of fixation
The reason given this time around
Because of there migration
Quiet goes the unaware
Given to hesitation
While even comes to the extreme
Of the livings extermination
The bridge too far has been crossed
With flagrant allegations
Leaders are chosen and given charge
Of wild extreme vexations
But almost goes to the cause
Of evils infiltration
Thanks to God for concerns
We find through Revelation
The sharp, silent clang of light on dark,
the subtle infiltration into the enemy,
another bright arrow hits its mark,
dissolving stars into transparency.
The bright flash of orange, the glimpse of red,
the armor of the good and right,
sensing a loss with impending dread,
desertion thins the ranks of night.
The final soldier of dark is all that stands,
the crescent of the nocturnal moon,
retreating slowly across the lands,
he knows his end, he feels his doom.
The battlefield sky is swept clean again,
the light, hopeful for a bright clean day;
the sun wishes for what might have been,
as humanity throws the brightness away.
The sun then falls back toward the ground,
the darkness once more takes control;
the protectors of light, where they may be found,
watch for sunrise, accepting their role.
A mountain sits
And a river flows
A mountain suffers her tears
And the infiltration of life
Wildflowers necklace it
As the goats dance up and down its rocky parts.
It can wiggle off snow as well as a buffalo a gnat
Knowing it will be better for the snow to leave for awhile and come back when it has changed from its journey back.
The mountain stays
And only changes slowly
And it comforts the variable lives
That tend toward a flippant love
All around it
How weak is a volcano to succumb to its burning lust? How selfish.
A mountain is our shoulder
It endures the triviality and variability of short bursts of butterflies
In the meadow
Constantly
And outliving most of us.
Like the crying sky whose tears fall on him
And forget on a sunny day that he will always be her shoulder
Even when there are clouds between them.
In search of the truth,
To understand the invisibility of the cosmos,
He journeyed into the deepest parts.
He went beyond the threshold of light,
Experiencing both assimilation and infiltration by dark energy.
He consumed everything he encountered,
Forgetting that there’s a sound in silence to which the mind should be attentive.
There was a deluge of information,
But no painstaking sifting through the truth.
He became enmeshed in the horror of the unveiled.
He found himself in a world of strange theories,
Juxtaposing and infusing art, mysteries, and truth.
He travelled this path,
Colonised by the tendrils of what he had absorbed.
Until one day in a dream,
He met a sage who advised him to search the scriptures,
Going beyond the words to seek the embodiment of its light.
February 9, 2025.
Cats go out then cry to come in.
A runt-end of shade wilts.
We feel the pull of a Lunar tide,
sense the off-center mewing,
of a dissonant aria.
Trembling dogs hide their body-bones.
The air is strained through fisheyes.
A clammy light gnaws,
while white-faced mice scurry
on twilit paws.
There will be an end of sorts,
a draining away. First, there must be,
this ailing after-glow,
an infiltration that wounds
the tender skin of reason.
A mad moon had broken lose,
from the cellular jails of fitful thoughts.
A dead Siren rampaged,
in a cold rage of silence.
The day may heal, a new dawn,
defeating all spectral trails,
all night-walking fears.
Until then we must watch
a pall-bearing dusk
depart on crumbling stilts,
observe from a dwindling distance,
a naked crone wanes,
turns in ever narrowing circles,
as she seeks for her life.
It’s a copious flow,
Like a ceaseless waterfall,
Like the expanse of the sky,
Like an infiltration into the soil on a rainy day.
They can't all come to the fore,
They can't all walk through dawn's door,
Journey on its path,
Bask in its pervading light.
Some are uninvited guests,
They gatecrash into my chamber,
They beat vehemently on my walls,
They are turbulent waves.
They are a part of us,
A mirror of someone no one sees,
A stranger cloaked in our beings,
Our everyday assailants.
December 23, 2022.
Our Soul's Wish List Poetry Contest,
Unseeking Seeker.
Hyperbole is a hi-falutin’ way of saying exaggeration
“All filled up” will work quite as well for saturation,
What’s the difference between edict and declaration?
Puppy love is merely another way of saying infatuation!
If you are aggravated, you are suffering from frustration
Sneaking in where you don’t belong is called infiltration,
Giving your full attention to a matter is concentration,
When you can’t get the point, you’ll feel exasperation.
“To be sweet on” can cause one to engage in flirtation
Which these days might lead to a legal confrontation
A sore spot might signal a dangerous inflammation
While a serious, extensive forest fire is a conflagration.
Best to confine yourself to the simplest explanation
Keep in mind that “lying about something” is prevarication,
It is always best not to indulge in an over-simplification,
When you are over-taxed, it means you need a vacation!
Written August 4, 2022
Sometimes ya get the unction
To systematically function
In the footsteps where giants have been
Delegation, infiltration
Ruling a sovereign nation
Where time runs the gambit, again, and again
Deliberation, legislation, intonation
Singing the melody of the Shun
We will not bow, nor give allegiance
To the entity that causes us grievance
Stiff-necked, proud ridden thugs
Treading the roman way
Banners high, waving to the sky
We will squash your rule over us like a ladybug
Land, territory, nations, world
Not a clue that He has a girl
Rising from the south
With TRUTH in her mouth
.....silencing the SHUN
Written by Trudy Schrader on 11/16/2021
I yearn to be productive
In enchanted solitude
Left alone to pen the words
My freedom to include
A state of true contentment
A sense of self control
To experience tranquility
Reclaim what darkness stole
To allow myself unbiased ease
No negative belief
No depressive infiltration
No egregious furtive thief
To bask in silent glory
No care to be disturbed
My precious time I cherish
My inner thoughts unheard
A moment to seal confidence
A letter to compose
A congratulatory statement
As I laze in sweet repose
Forget the outsides influence
It's fearfless harsh attempt
To drag me from my comfort zone
Preserve my mind unkempt
Luxuriate and propagate
The determined seeds I'd sown
Through trials and tribulations
I've learned and I have grown
State terrorism still exists with Gestapo police invading our privacy.
The state of fear and spying defies the constitution.
What is the resolution?
Immunity for all?
Stand up with this revolution.
Find a solution to their illegitimate proceedings.
While they drink from their chalice with greed in power of religious abuse.
Grinning with malice.
Discriminatory misuse.
Condemnation, of this complication.
Leaves everyone with inflammation from your infiltration.
From the ashes of the Holocaust,
That all-consuming fire,
The Phoenix has arisen
And kept hold of the old desire
To create for itself a Heimat
Free from the infiltration
Of any other creed or race,
A single Jewish nation;
To create for itself a climate
Free from fear of persecution
To find some special sacred space
To build its own final solution.
One in each bedroom. Where am I to sleep?
Little listening devices, dot lime green light
Steadily gazing down at me all night
Surveillance recording my data to keep
Smoke alarms linking conspiracy
Three roomed spies, tracking my actions
Informed by portion, a mirror refraction
Crackle of speaker tells me they're listening
Walking beneath their sinister signal
Rubs a demure smoke stack
Static sear of lightning attack
My frontal lobe, firey inflicted
Drills into my wobbled competence
Harboured horror of what's to come
I latch splinter of infiltration flung
Hazed head hampers responsiveness
Piled with layers of quilts
Kitchen floor is in fact, quite comfortable
Alarms are unconfrontable
- I perceived the microphone tilt!
Haphazard clothes cause me to stumble
In a cluttered closed door hallway
Could alarms be removable, - I have a way!
Slid off plastic caps makes blaze redundant
1st August 2020
Contest : Be Inspired
Sponsor: Regina Mc Intosh
Sometimes we grow short
The perfect height for special missions
Ideal for infiltration behind enemy lines
Or licking pussycat shaped lollies midget style
We will strike at will
And achieve our aims
War mission or five-aside buddy
We live on mars
VICTORY
Grades announced,
Laurels seeks his owners,
Repelling failure,
Never to rest in the hearts of timids
But for the contrite in hearts.
Jubilating galore,
Majestic march towards triumph,
Highlighting a mark made,
Standard above others
Conceded by the brave.
In the past though times,
Rigorous exercise going on,
Forces combine together to form battalions,
With military laws at hand,
Strongholds guided against infiltration.
For liberation,
Men sacrificed their lives,
To achieve flawless victory,
Banners held high,
Flags upheld,
It was a victory galore.
ANYABOLU IFEANYI DOMINION
Well...
Through sources lightly/heavily identified over time
Sources that have unparalleled weight in the outcomes
Of your life
There has lived the greatest dictator
That has completely moved every sentient being
Who has ever existed for
What does this even mean?
Memory
Memory infiltrates your life with subjective perspectives
So
What is the actuality when subjectivity
Has a card in the hand?
Things can blur and change shape
Things can become crisp and intensely focused
Lucid
There are multiple levels of memory
Muscle
Mind
Mistakes
Miracles
Mucous
Membranes
We live in a vast inner universe
Moments alter our mentality constantly
And there are many moments in a day
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