the snow keeps falling
like it doesn’t give a damn
about speeches or sirens,
about men in suits
shaking their fists at the sky.
somewhere in Minnesota
a bartender wipes down a counter
that’s already clean,
because it’s easier than watching the news
crawl across the screen like a wounded animal.
I talk about order,
I talk about force,
I talk about saving the country
with boots and badges
and a stack of laws thick as a brick.
but the streets still smell like coffee and diesel,
still carry the breath of tired workers
heading home with cold hands
and rent due tomorrow.
the presidents come and go,
the flags get waved,
the threats get sharpened like knives in a back, with
and the people keep standing in line
cigarettes and the cheap lines of hope.
history doesn’t knock.
it kicks the door in
and tells you it’s for your own good.
Close your dream filled eyes
Quiet your anxious, loud mind
Run wild from the intrusive taunts
Fixating, gossiping over you in silent,
Yet understood tongue.
Let the lies of yourself fall through
Unravel the programming stringing you along.
Step in surety, embrace the unknown
Befriend uncomfort - watch yourself grow.
Beneath your sadness and tears of dew
Rests a welcoming child your heart once knew.
Greet them in play, spark up a chat
Let dance the flow of life as it once was.
Invoke change, shake it’s hand
Say hello to strangers you may never know.
Spend days away from civil happenings
Only passable roads lie between you and freedom -
From all that is truly needed.
He sets up His mast upon His raft.
He sailed the tops and groves of the trees in granting
There He goes through the forest, soaring His craft
He provides energy to the wild as the swift wind passes.
The freshness of the timbers climbing,
When they flourish where they're standing
The aroma of wood is the best for understanding
That should have it to vend banded we invoke.
We notice vines developing, surrounding the trees,
Sustaining one another breathing in this sphere of unity
We concede that we're learning from them by will
A loving connection between these trees and plants
The woodlands breathe with peace and with sense.
A tree's liveliness needs sustaining credence.
For its essence, it rightly deserves to be pleading
As if they were holding hands, the trees and vines
It shows us they have the capability of a love within residing.
The trees and different characters thereof,
An advanced tier of life to replenish our air above
An intelligent, complex organism of vitality
We discover more about this reality-based formality.
In moonlit dreams, the stars align,
Their shimmering dance, a cosmic sign.
Silent whispers weave through the air,
Echoes of wishes, secrets to share.
The night unfolds its velvet cloak,
As constellations softly invoke.
Stories of love, loss, and grace,
Painted across the vast celestial space.
So, close your eyes, my dear friend,
Let Stardust guide you, without end.
For in the quiet hours, magic takes flight,
And dreams come alive in whispers of the night.
The Lord, our God, is soothing comfort
in moments of shivering darkness;
the Lord, our God, is the Father of true salvation
when temptation surrenders to sin!
Invoke His holy name when in unbearable pain;
He knows the heaviness of distraught
through your days of hopelessness!
Invoke His holy name when all seems in vain,
He'll send a cheerful angel to make you smile;
He will never leave you in dire desperation:
have the courage of the saints while being alive!
The Lord, our God, has tested your integrity
time and time again, He has made you wise and strong
to withstand anything that knocks you down;
the Lord, our God, will keep you from the harmful enemy...
pray fervently and unhappy days will vanish along
with doubts bringing pure joy: you'll be whole again!
Invoke His holy name,
put unbelievers to shame;
each road is covered with many thorns,
but you'll not bleed as others do...
whenever you'll go: there'll be angels
so mindful and so true!
An action to fight the virus
After a long long war
Maybe is to live with it
Some people invoke our interest in
Living with the virus
Before something else besides SOP
Can be done
Just like you live with your loved ones
Although they are not perfect
Just like you have to face your enemies before
They repent and renew themselves
God love everyone and He has given him
The right to have the best choice
And to every choice
There is a consequence
Whitaker Will Invoke A Joke
Whatever Whitaker had tried to invoke,
Like him would turn out to be big joke;
And a fanatic,
In mode frantic;
Wish tomorrow he and Trump will croak.
Jim Horn
Evoke Versus Invoke and Provoke
Sometimes we will on occasion invoke
With the final result being to evoke
Going against grain;
And being a big pain;
If opposed a person this will provoke.
Jim Horn
Besides the insides
That pound and beat
From all disappering
Things that float
On endlessly
In outer spaces
I can't seem to
Understand
There is a tiny
Part that
Keeps it in
Besides the storms
That crash and smash
Into all existing
Things that melt
Away seemlessly
In darkend skies
I can't seem to
Believe
There is a way
Through this
Natural mess
Besides the persons
That come and go
Into all reality
Things that break
So easily
In my truths
I can't seem to
Know
Them when they
Arrive and leave
Me behind
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