Evil surely exists.
And it’s as simple as
That which is anti-life.
But each of us
Has a touch of evil
Within us.
If we are healthy
This touch is like an inoculation
Preparing and protecting us.
If we are unwell
Then without balance, without direction
We feed the evil
Thinking somehow we are the good
Without question righteous
And can do no wrong.
This is how evil grows after all
One heart at a time
Turned from the fluid warmth of Life
To the rigid chill of Death.
(11/7/25)
Bring back, oh do bring back, those peaceful summer nights!
When the world was not dark, but ever so still and twinkling bright.
Where eating foods of choice, was not a politically offensive sin.
Nor was any color of skin evil,determined by politically, biased spin.
Those days when we feared no dastardly disease.
Nor faces, mask covered, to make us all feel so ill at ease.
Not one human would ever dare say..that you be killed?
Simply because you chose no inoculation at personal will.
Bring back, oh do bring back, the blessings of motherhood!
The family picnic,on a plaid blanket in the emerald,shaded wood.
Where there were no cell phones,distracting us from each other.
And we were smiling, learning mankind are all sisters and brothers.
Our children are ours, to no government will they ever belong!
They are our boys or girls, how simple a message,and a soul song?
Bring us back to our senses, where we know the climate we cannot control.
Best we control ourselves,and our children in freedom’s glorious glow!!
7/28/2023
Well, I had my shots – also my booster,
And ain't been near afeared as I used-ter.
Wearin' a mask
Ain't no hard task.
Think old Doc Fauci is a true-bluester.
Whatever mix of proteins poured
With that inoculation draught
Drunk by my vein, not thirsted for,
But sipped in the subtle rhythms
Of pulse beat, of embodiment,
Moulds to the clay that forms myself,
I know only shameful nothing,
And in my unproud ignorance
Is only a child’s solemn trust
In all that must be, for all good.
To take the vaccine
That is the decision
People must make
On Covid nineteen
A choice to decide
by the close of day
I have just reached that crossroads
knowing that the conspiracy theorists
warn people not to have it. Some deny
the existence of Covid, and claim it is no
worse than just a common cold, but I have
decided I'll receive
the first inoculation
It's an easy decision
A no-brainer for me
Although inoculated
sadly my poor Mum
has caught the virus
I can't visit with her
It's so heartbreaking
because she lives in
a facility that I can't
visit as long as there
is a quarantine edict
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09/26/21
True, a Myth-and-a-half ever since dim Antiquity
“Breathes there the Man with Soul so dead
Who never to himself hath said
This is my own, my Native Land”
True, a myth-and-a-half ever since dim antiquity
Who breeds and holds the brood in binding sanctity
Isn’t s/he who sows and let grow blood ties in family
Don’t leaders all use the ruse of saluting country
La Patrie is never the suffering Peoples’ victory
They lay their lives down for their leaders’ greater glory
The plot of land’s where the Soul ignites anonymity
In the au-delà is not country mere pure vanity
Leaders lay wreathes at monuments for tv publicity
Upstarts win lone battle or two through freakish strategy
And let expanding borders be besieged by many enemy
Yet end-up somehow by losing the Imperial Army
Shouldn’t he who seeks to foist himself on a polity
Be required to pass the test of Ego-immunity
No vaccination nor re-inoculation would be free
From an overdose of megalomaniac frenzy
© T. Wignesan –Paris, April 9, 2021
Agreeable Dawn for a
In though a blade
No other goal .... "Go just bounce around"
Every clump made me haggle with fate
Twinkle in my lips at the end of walk
My magnifiers fall on the bumblebee on Hawkweed
Which throw me to notion of stubborn ethnic group
In COVID war alike poison of weed unnoticed by bee
Like a halfwit mad ,took the pretty from plant
Felt a pricky near my collar
Just gave a Pat and back to force
Clock had done it's work many times
Just a blink to me
Felt something hitchy
Heard the
Every lively throb broke a hailstrome in my skull
Felt hacksaw in my abdomen
Index of my heart gone blanch
Weaping from my throat surrounded the virus
No more blaze just pain
My magnifiers turned to the quarantine bed
Striked a mirth in my lips
Bled raised on my neck
Blaze in eyes ,no more
Just a halter of bumble bee
My defense mechanism showed over perfection
Inoculation of fright flight dominator
CAN MAKE ME ALRIGHT
Those nights be crazy but livid while my imagination runs wilder than poison ivy which could be deadly
but with the right antidote could be inoculated in a way by means of inoculation metaphorically yet I like the deadly part more so cause I'm falling in love with poison ivy that has deadly force which makes me crave for more ivy yet I'm well aware but it don't seem to stop me from this poison ivy, I yearn it more and more and more to see if I could tame this poison ivy. This Ivy is so evil and deadly I yearn more yet it has never made contact with a woman of my stature, could I be the one to tame this bad, evil, poisonous Ivy to a good, liveable, great Ivy. I believe so. I crave and yearn for more from evil to good is my cause in Iife I crave, only me... I crave more turning evil to good. I am one of a kind told I go whr some Angels wont even go to make a difference for a greater cause of GOOD.
THIS IVY IS ALMOST TURNING BROWN AND BROWN DAILY
FOR EACH DAY I GROW STRONGER AND STRONGER WITH MORE FOLLOWERS. Creator IS GOOD
huge uninviting
near fence post low to ground —
maddening hornets
drive by shooting of spray can
the window of victim’s steamed
12/16/2018
Under the sun
beaks of death
points at living things
that roam the universe
none with armor
Under the sun
there is no inoculation
great armies go to war
to search for death
none with armor
cowardly, proud, wise nations
are victims in same way
helplessly they shout
and kick dust in faces
none with armor
those that puff as Puff udder
shouting “no surrender, no retreat”
prepares for its great harvest
the moment the bell tolls
none with armor
Those that puff as Puff Udder
the ones that holier than holiness
have no armor against death
in this place under the Sun
You speak into your child's life in whispers
With the strength of the four winds
No need for yelling
For your child has expectant ears
Wisdom
A fathered gift
Born out of pained understanding
Mistakes not needed to be repeated
Your love an inoculation to failure
Resilience will permeate a new generation
You smile with furrowed brow
For time passes much to quickly
There is fear there is some lesson you have forgotten
Not what you want for your begotten
Still you see this precious ones progression
He possess strength laughter and compassion
Humored moments and strong funny bones
Will insure this child will never be alone
A tender heart and a will like a stone
One day
You will have to let go
Time progresses it never slows
Deep inside your heart grows because you know
You have given your all
This child will rise up tall
Won't be afraid to fall
He heeds your Father's call
For he has learned at your loving feet
Wisdom has been his bountiful feast
Some day he'll be a father too
He'll bring blessings back to you
For you have been faithful
and a father true
Inspired by Funom's poem, "Words of Wisdom to My Child".
Into the dark, twisting and turning, burning blood a plague's wording
words
mean
nothing
Protection against disease and yearning, a mystery in the mourning
She saw it so much
it
means
nothing
Down the rabbit hole, six feet under a learning, their history in the morning
So waken the dead
it
means
everything
Everything full circle, never been so boring, a realization so flooring
You
are
inoculated
Litmus Test
Litmus test
In this medical testing world we live in this strang new millennium they give us
sickness not unto Death but eye am still afraid sometimes to take the test they
scratched my arm once with a neuron toxin and eye was almost layed to rest
The doctor told me it would make a bump so BOYO was eye happy when bump
was raised but THEN the people of the place that eye was in
Said eye could not even stay thay pooed at me and told me the serum must have
caused a reaction you are sick they would not listen to my reason or the fact that
the inoculation was making me much better and the only indicator of the problem
of my arm became a zero factor when the director of the mission kicked me right
outside the door they told me not once but three different times we do not help
your kind of person you have no reason to exist you are closer now to becoming
extinct you are just worthless today and every other day just go away old
homeless stay away this was the litmus test
Regurgitated words,
moments of retracing,
demented, tormented,
and self-effacing,
Pointless retribution,
shadowy diatribe,
shielded delusions,
salvation contrived.
Self-realization
needs no defense,
adorned with self love,
its own recompense.
Identify appreciation
for gifts received -
rejection of beliefs
preconceived.
Inoculation of worth,
dis-ease extinguished,
perpetual virtue
suppresses anguish;
Mirror reflections,
tales of fortitude,
reveals the truth
and wisdom of attitude.
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