WHY
Why dose the sun rise at daybrake why dose the moon rise every night
Why must living seem such a endless fight
Why are we sometimes happy, why are we sometimes sad
Why when something is wrong do we get so mad
Why do we use religion as a tool to start a war?
Why are we killing each other? What are we fighting for
Why is hating so easy and why is loving so impossible to do
Why do people make excuses for the bad that they do
Why don’t people talk anymore? Why are we so afraid?
Why don’t we ever apologise for the mistakes we have made
Why don’t you all meet together and talk face to face
Why do you have to fight and kill off the human race
Why can’t you understand it? It doesn’t make any sense.
Why can’t you knock down the wall and remove the barbwire fence
Why don’t you listen and take your head out of the sand
Why don’t you make a stand, just reach out to someone and shake them by the hand
All will recieve a basic pay..OK..' The aim? To remove poverty..Yet the cost.?? Multi-billions.!!! Unless.? There were a lot less people.??? Does that help anyone who is
Trying to rationalise a plan-demic..And war
After war.' The anti-familiy teaching in some sectors.' The elevation of enviroment
In overall awareness..Yet the enviroment is
Quite able to 'look after itself' if? You? Believe its managed.' For millenia to so do.? Are there facts.? Evidence of civilizations crumbling..Yet the environment continuing.? Well? Help me here.' Quite a strong excuse though.? Do ya
Reckon? To kill off seven billion ( useless eaters.?) Not my words.!!! Anyway have a think.? Check out the dissappearance of the independant buisnesses street corner
Banks, and automated voice healthcare?? Services.' The refusal of oxygen for pallative care patients.' And the insertion of
Life ending as a medical option.' Not to mention infanticide.? I'll let you do the maths.?
We've come across great waters
and this land we do proclaim
to be our lands forever more
through eminent domain.
At first, we'll let you co-exist
like the keepers of a zoo
it's best for us, that you don't know
what we have in store for you.
We'll tell you that we come in peace
that there's room for all to live
but that promise will soon run out
like water through a sieve.
At first our numbers will be few
but many more will come,
and when we have all gathered
to our wants you will succumb.
You of course, will struggle
you'll put up quite a fight,
but we'll stand firm, for after all
our God give us the right.
We'll rape the land for profits
kill off all your food
we'll herd you up like cattle
for a life of servitude.
And when the dust is settled
and all is said and done
we'll give you back your arrows
but we'll just keep the guns.
For after all, we're civilized
unlike you heathen breeds
you no longer have a home
but you got that string of beads.
We'll crush your native customs out
in just a few short years
we'll walk the path of our destiny
while you trudge your trail of tears.
Kill off the Mile Long Tree
For anyone who cares only cares about everyone
Revelation in mind, we don't feel the same
You should sort through your thick skull, my friend.
Each twig, a secret forever held
Each leaf, a statement never expelled.
My dear dreamcatcher, though my dearest is radical,
You're being ripped out by your roots, big buddy.
You're calling for unhelpful help.
So "Relational Warming" makes headline news
It consecrates our separate views.
They must've gathered some leaves,
And ever too many twigs.
You'll just grow another tree or two
To make up for the 'loss'
You'll just grow some extra foliage,
Replace the grass with moss
You'll just keep on making excuses
And dwell on your own exhaust.
But you're playing vampire in this romance, my darling.
To blame, you have only yourself.
You're dancing a dangerous dance, my dear
You're calling for unhelpful help.
Itchy Fingers?
I don’t mind dying in a nuclear war.
As long as it’s quick, not a lingering bore.
It’ll give the elite a chance to see the cloud.
Kill off the plebs in a crimson shroud.
I know their fingers are itching.
To press the oblivion button.
See what happens,
from Moscow to Sutton.
and all the places in between,
They’ll watch it from their bunkers.
All the beautiful people I mean.
The psychopaths who own us
And control our pointless lives.
We the workers who feather their hives.
So, press it Musk, Trump, Putin and all else
Hidden in your bunkers focusing on self.
Obliterate the world.
And the useless kind
You can do it to me.
I really don’t mind.
David Cox 27/02/24
You cherish violence
Is it your way to settle scores?
You hate peace
Wreaking havoc is all you think about
Though your secrets are held close to your heart
An aspect of individuality promoting secrecy
With every act you inflict unbearable pain
Like a fire,
You consume anything on your path
To sate your insatiable hunger
Many hapless people you kill off
Property you destroy
Anyone standing on your path,
You mercilessly crush
Like a river,
You make blood to flow
You are an agent of pollution
The atmosphere is filled with the smell of death
You are heartless
For you love to besiege the weak
And turn their compound into a battlefield
Under your watch,
Many have been made homeless
Others have become orphans
Some are either widow
Or widowers
You are unperturbed
But your anger has to be sate
Is your heart made of rock?
You appear unremorseful
But proud of your actions
We have to speak
Since you are likely to knock on our doors
And infringe on our spaces
Squeezing every breath from our lungs
Our hate for you is so immense
Your strength has made you ignorant
An act likely to lead to your downfall!
Ravenous dream, cluttered and unclean.
Aberrant darkness, hideous and unseen.
Raging killer, seething; hardly breathing.
Raving butcher, leaving death and bleeding.
What demons lurk for a murderer in a gay enclave?
Name the repressed desires by which the slayer is enslaved.
How many kills kill off latent amorous specters in his heart?
Craven homophobe assassinates his shadow from the start.
What torrent of torment molds a gay executioner?
What self-loathing this child of incendiary invectives?
What self-shaming open wounds forever fester?
What ambiguous mask to hide the emotive?
What type of culture is so threatened by how we love?
What perversion of fear breeds within so many thereof?
What sinister civilization spreads this hate potion?
What dogma of night terrors releases this poison?
Ravenous phantoms, virulent apparitions,
The shooter never lacking in ammunition.
Delicate petals hold ethereal love and kindness.
The rifleman can never kill them in his blindness.
This may sound like an odd question
when so many reject its message
but its been with us for so long
keeps prodding no matter our age
God is its original divine author
with His supernatural pen, He did write
all these 66 books within are holy scripture
everyone that's read it felt its bite
So many say they don't believe it
but have they actually seriously read
this book penned from God's spirit
tells all that God has said
For this Bible brings transformation
to all who believe its promises within
all who are touched are not the same
it tells how to kill off their sin
History one day will reveal
the purpose God planned before time
that His own word is sufficient
to meet everyone with perfect rhyme
7 billion super kill
i wonder too about all this
my idle mind goes into overdrive
i think of the 7 billion humans
the ruling elite may or may not kill off
leaving just 500 million left alive
they don’t need our taxes
i was thinking 'sensibly' how they would do this?
a virus is too iffy
nukes too destructive/radioactive
how about sending unmanned space probes
to asteroids with spare engines
put the engines on the rocks and fly them to earth
all gps guided
either say the rocks are for mining for recourses
or just use them as a weapon to kill 7 billion
my idle mind lol...
the soul
Why should I write about my soul? I don´t know?
If a soul thinks if the entity that vanishes when the body dies
into the air, we breathe like autumnal leaves on trees?
Was Stalin a good soul with a dark mind or a smart mind
He good rid of (killed) the obstreperous officers
In the red army to kill off any dissent, he succeeded.
Or was he simply a dark soul?
My mother thought he looked charming, but she failed.
To see his snake eyes.
I can´t make up my mind about Hitler´s soul, his clownish
The body got in the way.
I don´t think, and there is such thing as a soul it is not
Tangible but we can´t call it an aura, Hitler had an aura.
He liked dogs and sweet cakes when not murdering
Jews and other miserable, like gay people.
In other words, a soul is a Christian idea that promises
A life ever hereafter how else could heaven have
a place to so many people
I’m appalled at Trumpty the Potus
His Dettol cure just doesn’t float us
Best to keep his gob shut
(Think his brain is kaput)
He’s trying to kill off ‘dem’ voters
04/26/20
Always Lamentable!
You can run but you cannot hide!
For the face of God watches all your fiddlings.
And is furious over baby killings.
You can write all the most moving poetry you choose.
But you won't escape supporting these pre-birth shreddings.
You really think you aren't killing God's creations?
How diabolical to think human life is but a plastic doll,
created by the Wal-Mart nation!
I urge all humans with a heart, to allow these tiny ones,
the chances you and I have had~
To not be murdered, to live and to be loved, instead.
Perhaps one day, be a fine poet just like you.
To love the sun, moon, sea and stars.
Insanity to save animals and trees.
But kill off babies with such joyous ease!!
June 9, 2019
8:45am PST
This is truly the heart of the gospel
the work of Christ on Calvary's cross
where He paid the ultimate sacrifice
died for His own for their cause
God hates sin with a holy hatred
for knowing He must kill off sin
in His creation, there was no impurity
but sin entered and so it stayed within
Father God had a master plan
sending His son Jesus to redeem
lost mankind He loved eternally
this was shown with the gospel dream
Propitiation, what does it mean?
Jesus turning away God's wrath
on those sins, He came to redeem
this Jesus followed in the father's path
So blessed be Jesus our substitute
taking the father's wrath for our own
so now covered in the saviour's blood
we receive Christ for He did atone
('In this is love, not that we have loved God but that he loved us and sent his Son to be the propitiation for our sins.'
John 4: 10 (ESV)
'Therefore he had to be made like his brothers in every respect, so that he might become a merciful and faithful high priest in the service of God, to make propitiation for the sins of the people.' )
Hebrews 2: 17 (ESV)
Fragile Memories
I unfriended you
On facebook today
Drawing two lines
Under something that
Ended eight years ago
I haven’t been suffering
All those years
Simply didn’t bother
To cut the final cord
Until today
The first couple of years
I found my lessons
Culled the story clean
To the bone and
Discovered my guilt
For not standing up to you
I had let you strip me
Of any value, any form
And I just took it
Like a fool on the rocks
Allowing your black widow
Spider’s nature and venom
To kill off my ego so
It could be reborn
Healthy and wise
I can still cherish the
Good times and see
The ending clearly
Now, nothing remains but
Fragile memories written
In pale ink...
A Horse, A Horse, Of Course, Of Course
For horses, horse flies,
For humans, shame,
But horses don't kill off
The halt and the lame.
It's apples and oranges.
My, what a surprise.
Horses don't deal in
Deception ... and lies.
Just stop and think.
A no-brainer ... of course.
To have a clear conscience,
One needs be a horse.
from a poem by Jane Hirshfield
I have permission to use the phrase from her poem, and she signed the original of this poem, which I still have.
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