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Control and power that's its intention
Goodness is its mask, all a part of it deception
World domination its only desire
Its sweet alluring words, have never failed to inspire
Generations have heeded its false prayer
Confront it, or accuse it, no one would dare
They prey on the weak, and exploit the poor
Sweet talk their way in, Slam behind them the door
Instead of one step forward, they take 10 back
Any sign advancement they blindly attack
They say they protect the oppressed and meager
When it comes to killing people, they are way too eager
They celebrate when they kill a single adversary
Even if his taken along with a hundred babies in a nursery
They have a warped sense of morality
All they comprehend is subjugation, and brutality
Why can't they be normal? Don't they have a sense of reality?
I'm also a Muslim its peace I believe
Can't understand how these people, the devil has deceived
I grasp that homeland needs to be defended
But not at the expense of my religion, it needs to be respected
One life taken, is as if all of humanity has been killed
There's no heaven for these murderous people,
If even one innocents heart, they have stilled
It saddens me when I see, a mother cry, a child weep
All went shopping, their blood now flowing in the street
A grandfather's sadness, a husband's pain
Happiness and love, they'll never see again
They're bullies in a playground, blight on what's right
If ever I had the chance, I would shoot them on site
Against all that's good, these enemies of mankind,
Not all Muslims are like them, wake up, and don’t be blind.
All faiths have the extremism cancer, Islam isn’t the only one…
The only way to beat them is if we RISE UP AS ONE!!!!
Are you persuaded enough
that there's nobody
more special than your best friend?
Josh was that guy being liked
for his trustworthy character,
and although he had a disability,
he kept giving his best by far...
making everybody proud of him,
including his dad!
Josh, our goalie, took the position
of a center pass, he loved to score a goal, the others
including me stood within the half of the defending goal,
keeping our eyes on the rolling ball, being fair,
never breaking any rules not resorting to violence;
our coach watched us closely
making sure we avoided any occurrence!
Once Josh was in trouble,
I came to his rescue:
I intentionally bumped
into the adversary player,
so he couldn't score
and shout his victory;
seldom I broke any rules,
but doing it for Josh wasn't unfair.
I helped him win and hearing him laugh
made me extremely happy;
yes, Josh's win was also mine
and our team couldn't agree more!
I didn't expect to get caught for cheating
and causing harm to the other goalie,
I was suspended for breaking the rules
and they kept me off the hockey game
for the next season; I wasn't truly sorry,
because I did a good deed for a friend with a disability,
and despite the coach's anger, I chose to take the blame
and give Josh a huge win: he was very grateful for it!
Entered in Regina McIntosh contest,
" The High Road Poetry Contest "
written on 10/11/2021
Please kiss and run, my only son
Her body is on fire.
Water rises,
Whisky on the table,
A unique type of gold in a glass,
That type of woman isn’t in your social class
Moments like these are meant to last
No money to spend, but time to kill.
My only son, a fall from grace,
Or a plunge from the hill
Take your misty mistletoe kiss
Disconnect the extinguisher:
That girl is on fire! Try not to diss
A battle beyond hopelessness for a woman in the ghetto
A segment of labor and a segment of pain
My son it appears that you are navigating your life
In a fast pace of unsophisticated women:
...
1 Peter 5:8 Be sober-minded; be watchful.
Your adversary the devil prowls around like a roaring lion,
seeking someone to devour.
I write these words to let you know of my thanks and gratitude
for this letter is only an expression of the love I have for you
you are in my heart, even though I'm locked up and bound in chains
you are on my mind, as our shared belief in God still remains
let my time being chained for Christ advance the Holy Gospel
let It not discourage you, know that with God all things are possible
and whatever happens continue to act in a manner worthy of Christ
be of tenderness and compassion with a humble heart in life
as Jesus Christ is our master, he is also our servant
let every knee bend and every tongue confess that He is most deserving
keep on working towards your salvation and in faith understand your role
obey and resign to the will of God, as He is the one who in control
and no matter what the Lord requires of you, just respond with a yes
live as blameless and pure children of God, let your testimony progress
watch out for the adversary and the evil that men sometimes do
worship and glorify the Living God, let the Holy Spirit dwell in you
just press on forward towards that eternal prize
and the Kingdom of God to you will be realized
rejoice in the Lord and relinquish all of your fears
give God all the thanks and gratitude for always being there
Welcome
to the age of the bully boys
pulling little girls curls and stealing others toys
unraveling the flag as it unfurls of a nation divided
shouting louder and defiant babblery so misguided
posturing without intelligible commentary
while the rights and needs of the people are ancillary
cut and bleeding like on open heart's coronary;
a time of liars and deniers, deflectors and excusers
speculation on heroes, the winners and the losers
a pause of common sense and courtesy adversary
a forgotten loss of once-great American constabulary;
an excuse for mistakes made by behooves
by the shakers and the non-political movers
the baby boomers of the sixties dream once a plenty
now, without memory of the changes of the century;
tell me what you'll say
when comes your children's day
and the question they will ask
where did you stand in the past?
Did you stand for freedom or walk the party lines
tell what purposeful intrigue did you find?
was it only the loudest voice, the elephant in the room
taking honesty and silence permitting America to doom?
Step aside bully boys, American dreams are still here
and the people's voice grows louder, every day more clear
justice, freedom and equality for all
make a choice, it's your last call.
I'm suffocating,
do not resuscitate me.
Reality has become an adversary,
silently sinister, slowly suckling my energy.
If the morning light doesn't steal my soul,
my final breaths will write a story in the fog,
revealing secrets I can't speak of.
Spilling the ink to fill in the blanks,
suppressed emotions are a reminder,
about how I don't belong here,
nor an island surrounded by toxic fences,
fabricated by fiendish fraudulent friends.
I'm colder than this home,
abandoned by the abandoned
in an acidic aquarium,
where sharks prey upon sea urchins.
My heart is a foreigner without a dwelling,
arteries too lethargic to spread love.
Too disgusted to breathe,
the mirror reflects as my nemesis.
My welcome is overstayed,
black faces, darker than darkness,
giggle, hiding in the background,
their sharp teeth dripping in crimson drops,
as I try to cover freshly ruptured wounds.
But I'm content, so I keep bleeding,
hoping to become a forgotten entity.
The heavens rupture in a scream of gold,
As Michael’s legions face the dark of old.
Once Lucifer, the brightest morning star,
Now leads the renegade brigade of war.
The Light-Bringer ignites a cosmic flame,
To strike the throne from which his glory came.
Then Satan strikes, the adversary grim,
With million-winged horrors following him.
Great cherubim with burning, spinning wheels
Crash into mountains as the galaxy reels.
The Prince of Darkness swings a blade of night,
To slice the feathers of the sons of light.
Beneath the thunder of the holy shield,
Destructive Abaddon divides the field.
Apollyon unleashes plagues of fire,
To turn the silver towers to a pyre.
While Gabriel’s silver trumpet sounds the charge,
Against the shadow growing fierce and large.
Old Beelzebub, the bitter Lord of Flies,
Pits swarm against the lightning of the skies.
And worthless Belial, with lawless spears,
Pierces the music of the celestial spheres.
The ancient Dragon thrashes in the cloud,
Wrapping the sun inside a bloody shroud.
The Prince of Lies morphs into holy forms,
To trick the angels mid-assault in storms.
But righteous blades of judgment cut him through,
Exposing the decay beneath the view.
The Tempter twists, but steel of truth prevails,
Against the heavy armor of his scales.
Cruel Mephistopheles seeks out the weak,
Where wounded seraphs can no longer speak.
Yet the supreme Evil One is forced to yield,
As holy lightning sweeps across the field.
Cast down, the rebel host begins to drown,
Leaving the scorched and broken heavenly crown.
Epilogue: The Aftermath
The smoking skies fall silent, cold and gray,
As ash and broken feathers drift away.
The scarred horizons heal with quiet grace,
But shadows now infect the cosmic space.
Deep in the dark, the fallen nurse their scars,
Plotting vengeance underneath the stars.
It’s time to stop pussyfootin’ around
time to bite the bullet and bear down
Time to forget Gaza, Hamas and Hezbollah
time to go after the ‘big fella’
It’s time to take down Iran
the only way Israel’s war will be won
Time to do so by whatever means necessary
For Iran is your number one adversary
Forty-five years she’s funded proxies’ terror
To let her be has been a huge error
So, go on the attack, Israel. Quick, take her out
There’s no longer one grain of doubt
Trump will be sitting this out
Or is Israel just hot air ~ Netanyahu, all talk
There is a humanoid specie from deep dark outer space
and they plan on conquering the human race.
They are a worthy adversary not to be ignored
and have conquered every specie they've encountered before.
They are a bio life form enhanced with technology
who all share a collective consciousness with no individuality.
Their collective mind serves them well most efficiently,
for they can anticipate any adversary's strategy.
When they arrive they will greet us in the following style,
"We Are The Borg. You Will Be Assimilated. Resistance Is Futile."
Our biological & technological uniqueness will be added to their own.
Henceforth, all of us will then become Borg drones.
(“Tapestry”, 2025, original encaustic)
I like the stories I tell myself about myself.
As cliche’ as it sounds,
They are the story of my life,
But yet, not the actual life.
They are instead the mythology of a life
Of actual moments
Woven from birth by family, friends, and self.
Firstly as a warm, soft, comforting blanket
Then as a home secure and sound
Finally as a world vibrant and vast
Giving us everything we need,
A psycho-spiritual whole to contain
And explain it all.
At some point though we reach the limit
Of our story, our hopes and fears,
As vast as they may eventually grow to be,
And the crack in our cosmic egg
Reveals something completely different
Beyond us, beyond our world and story.
Of course we just add this to our story
But it will never really be the same.
Once the truth is seen
The lie can never fully be unseen.
But lie is a harsh term
For the comforting half truths a child needs
As it prepares to know Life
Outside a blanket, or home, or even world,
A life that weaves and leaves stories in its wake,
Of Self as friend, lover and mate
Or trickster, seducer, adversary and foe,
But as the creator
Always something more.
(12/4/25)