Yammy Danish I do like
Rocket this is called the Spike
Versatile and very fast
Interceptor this do trust
Intercept in Literatures
Has the start and end
Logic this is figurative
You are ain't the saint
Better sane be than the saint
Consciouisness is rather faint
Try ammonia spirit breathing
And become awake
Morpheus of stale the dream
Vs their stake
Stakes are high
But are of question
Who is center of the world
What is world
Is your the querstion
MAN DEL BRO T
Brick by brick, defenseless and overwhelmed.
At the brink of success, hubris was the greatest foe.
Lost in awe, remembering what once was.
Watching, pondering, a leap of faith was needed.
Sadly, the universe denied such acts of devotion.
Parallels to each other, never batting an eye.
Two branches of a broken tree, the roots, corrupted.
As the color fades and the torrent subsides,
It is only then I am able to focus.
So much trouble, for something so small.
Laughs from hell rise through the cracks of my chest.
Unimaginable pain projects the prophecy of an ancient tale of sorrow and betrayal.
Timelines shattered, dreams lost to the void.
Two hearts intercept, two realities.
Two beings that never should have met.
Laws over user
Response in violation
I'ma violation of code?
Next sentence no jury
Immediately I lost control
Living is leaving without doors
Pre eminent domain the framers
Constitution
An earth in form
Assembled infantry
Order duty
Follow document
Intercept
Floored
Rent a right
Ambition dollar
Our articulate article
Misses print
Who sided with before, controversial
Higher orders, adjunct military professor of law
Stilled the fix of formatted text
The preferential abandon as treatment
Treat men
War with a battlefield of dying poor
My published records of ink in light
Stopped by outsiders having wishes of rewrite French crime
Penny contorts interest
Depriving satisfaction
Kreb a bus
Now undefine the cost of that writers right
In this absence if article documenting times
How is one literal
5040
We may assume with clarity
That God ain't in the cavity
And this real reality
Removing the polarity
For health of personality
Of any nationality
Without the Humanity
Implied the MENTAL health
And judgement of the gravity
My favorite duality
The middle name is phelan
Is bullschiet of the most
Apparently all langlands
Is wrong even to odd
Topology, apology
Schietloads of wrong technology
Dependence and the bounds
Inadequate economy
Shall serve to WHAT?
That you are bound as a group
And happily restrained
Totality of the control
So you may be maintained
The science purpose shall be not
The tool to help this ways
And Plato's Cave produced this intercept
The harmony of real that you overstepped
For those with the proper edge in mind
To understand that ALLAH redefines your kind
And still you cannot watch how YAHWEH eat the chips
And human perverts motivated thus by help to nature
Shall each obtain the guns
And killing as much human as they may
And this is only THE CORRECT SOLUTION
Now you may decay
MISTAKE
I hate myself for this mistake
I really hate myself
How could I make the such mistake
Intrinsic hate damage my organs
My health my mental health
The your commons
LAW define
The real true the law
What law defined be outdated and incompetent
I hate myself for this mistake
I really hate myself
If I could change the course of time
PRODUCE THE INTERCEPT
I still have fight in front of me
The Rockets I shall cease
This weakness of the guilt will never lead to peace
Peace ephemeral
Trait and means of artificial sedation
You always will be fighting for the food and territory
THUS friend of mine in agony of past mistakes
Come to your senses FRIEND
We shall produce the INTERCEPT
Not English anymore is our TORI
I am covert as I'm overt
I am heraldist for Meade the Fort
We real values are the keeper
We ain't the sick we ain't the seeker
We do elaborate, we dwell
We do address the quantum well
The NSA became established
In thousand one the nighty fifty two
So much for intercept of time elaboration
For this, I am really ought to say that I owe you
*I changed the seal of the NSA and he liked it and this is his confirmation to me
it is agency that is responsible for the NATION SECURITY
I myself being military specialize in STATE SECURITY not the nation security
this is MY PAPER
I am 45 years old
unsteady are our steps, for we are inept,
so simply shifting into the vibrant void,
with the glue of attachment no longer kept,
we are no longer by dark desires decoyed,
since thoughts before they arise, we intercept,
in time revealing light of Self unalloyed,
which although we always were, are and will be,
becomes a recognition that sets soul free
On an as is where is basis, let’s accept
ourself as consciousness as this body-mind,
recognising we’re limited and inept,
floundering about through life, as do the blind,
fears and desires unable to intercept,
yet hope that truth of our soul will be divined.
It’s clear we need to slow down the flow of thought,
if we wish to transcend mind and be self-taught.
Just as the waves of the ocean ebb and flow,
we observe that thoughts too rise and fade away,
so by simply witnessing, we make them slow,
nonchalance holding all attachments at bay,
whence in depths of staid stillness we get to know,
that we’re not this feeble form, doomed to decay.
When thoughts recede, our heart not head takes the lead
and bliss pheromones within begin to breed.
If silence be the way, what is there to learn
from pastor’s sermons or a religious text,
since only when we transmute in body urn,
will the throb of bliss magnetism be annexed,
for which presence must choose to willingly burn,
that lower mind dies, which mostly remains vexed?
A day comes when we recognise in plain sight,
that who we are in truth, is God’s living light.
An outcry from the populace,
amongst them a diabolic menace,
appealing to their weaker sense,
under every kind of false pretense -
What could they do?
The devil may whisper, or he may purr.
He knows the temptations we prefer.
Yes, that's true, but all the same,
we can beat Lucifer at his game.
Let's set a trap!
"You have cute horns and a tail,
I know some poor suckers, weak and frail.
In the darkness, follow me -
their despair, a glorious sight to see."
Good plan - will it work?
Yep, he plunged, all right,
through a trapdoor, into a cage of light
where folks could now keep an eye
on that unscrupulous, dangerous guy.
He "fell" for it!
Sure, they could intercept him,
but do you think a mere cage kept him?
He's still lurking at large.
We must be vigilant. Don't put him in charge.
Watch out!
Accentuate the positive
Follow your heart
Fulfill your dreams
Inspired by higher power
Reach for the sky
Make it happen
Apply yourself
Think big
Intercept negative thinking
Own your challenges
Never give up
I'm not that person I was once atall
But I know it's difficult to accept
A liar, you promised no harm could befall
Please tell me why you didn't intercept
Didn't catch it when it fell
Wouldn't I do it for who?
Can hear every decibel
If you asked, I'd die for you
I don't hate you
I don't love you
I despise you
I disprize you
Why
Please
Say
Why
Wish I, a journal of my days, had kept
from my teen years until the present time;
I'd have a way to view and intercept
each memory by date- a gift sublime.
Be able to flip back on pages bound;
recall those facts my mind, in time erased.
The story of my life would then be found
in written words- in real-time, be based.
A day, a week, a month, a year- review
the felt emotions then expressed each day;
for most of them, long gone or faded, flew
so far beyond what memories convey.
My journal- snapshot of each day that passed-
the good, the bad, and all those in between;
the story of my life, through words, recast-
to let what's known, what's buried, reconvene.
Continuity lacks meaning without break
Sometimes the winds blow uphill and other times down or perhaps even parallel
All,it all takes a pause
We work,then we rest
Whichever conditions allow
Nothing is ever absolute linear
the break of day beckons night to emerge
With it comes the purge of the day's
Anguish
And within it's darkness the calm of a placid context
The so cherished intercept of perpetual
Nature
We either lothe it or embrace it
Depends on our perception of existence
But the inevitable fact is that it's all a necessary glitch
A taste of what is to come for all
A glimpse of something better
Something that truly defines vanity
It is said,or it is believed
Peace is an awkward pause between wars
But it is what it is,peace
Perhaps death is a journey back to whence we came from
Or just another long pause between the now and the unknown that comes afterwards.
Poetry
by
Edward
In medieval times, peasants began to weep
when beneath the castle, in a stronghold deep,
flames from mouths of dragons began to sweep
over the realm, tired of dinging too long on sheep.
They took to wing, soaring with swift speed
Searching for tastier meals upon which to feed.
"South" screamed Blathazor, the eldest decreed!
The others obeyed him. Glad they had been freed!
Weeks passed and humans lay dead.
Others tried hiding, living life with dread
but the gluttonous dragons were all well-fed
feasting on villagers with rampant bloodshed.
They gutted the land of cattle and deer.
Each day another dragon seemed to appear.
Those who remained alive were terrified with fear.
Word of the demon dragons had spread far and near.
What brave hero would be found so adept
to kill the evil dragons in the cave as they slept?
A wizard flew down on his magic dragon, Culdecept.
whose flaming power destroyed them on his intercept.
October 20, 2022
Painting Prompted Contest sponsored by Lisa YY
Written to coincide with painting #4 in 157 words.
A lantern hangs
from a branch
melting its light
into the immense dark.
It could be a scene
from shogunate Japan,
in a temple garden
late at night with cool air
drifting down
from the mountains.
The monks asleep.
The sound of a frog
breaking the holy silence
with a sudden plop,
as if all was held there frozen
in a haiku, a chilled perfection
caught to resonate a sadness
within the soul in having
to let such a moment go.
A soft breeze moving a leaf
slowly across a pond
to intercept the reflection
of a rising moon.
But this lantern is here
in a neighbour's yard,
a focussed still in the centre
of a moonless night, suddenly
flashing bright blue
and smoking
from the seared wings
of an electrocuted moth,
crackling thus
in the startled filaments
of the mind.
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