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Sackcloth and ashes
blood and steel clashes
carbon dust burnt at last
digging the umber crust
sackcloth and ashes lie
as time passes into the future
it is written on the walls,
something cracks n crawls
the morality of passing
they have girded themselves
in sackcloth n ashes, secondhand lashes
blood of fear in emerald eyes tear
the aetherium is burning
they have bowed their heads to the ground
As lives are lost to the reapers machine, turning
deaths rattling sound, quite n opaque
the shadow finality looms into the doom light
sackcloth and ashes, steel crashes
dust of ages drift down deep, losing sight
Ashes twirl in dark halls
something calls:
“I clothe the heavens with blackness
And make sackcloth their covering with ashes…”
Defiant I am, Defiant I'll Always be..
As I stand by Humanity in the Face of Adversity
To merely consider our lives as in a listless tide, and only following the herd,
Or the life of a caged and consequently soulless bird,
You might then think in fact that there might be,
a never ending finale to that kind of story,
But ages gone and eons passed by, have already now re-learned,
That the Soul defies the breath and so therefore breathes again, to then in fact have - the final word,
Mankind needs nurture for both young and the old,
It is so very naive not to observe the blatent honest truth,
That along with everything else, not already being sold;
Providence is already there within the genes of those,
As a dormant but self evident proof,
And yet of course within our soul,
Why do you not listen to the wise, or to the brazen and the bold?
Naked is the man who yet thinks he's wearing clothes,
Though somehow yet without them, will never ever be told..
Rebellion against a most severe but covert oppression,
Would have to be a very fine thing, yet in dismal abject naivety,
For in ignorance be it - so,
and even for those - its Bliss,
Tho for now a sick adhesion to dumb foreboding attrition..
With nothing to gain in servitude to anything such as this,
..But by loving and praising our own dismal captivity,
Anyone in truth should have learned their lesson,
But not too many escape that dumb insanity,
Tricked by a Lie mixed with truth
and Deception,
And so it is in the end, just sheer wanton stupidity,
Observation and ability is then the key..
to Awakening and Awareness,
Of just who our enemies are
and thereafter for this consensus,
To bring forth all those lacking
in bravery..
Rekindle your fighting spirit,
our headstrong native consciousness,
To then emerge from an obvious downtrodden slavery,
Defiant I am, Defiant I'll Always be..
As I stand by Humanity in the Face of Adversity.
Kurt Hubbard-Beale
August 28 2022
During lockdown by Globalist Banking regime
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Ice is a strong force of nature.
Cold and gleaming from within.
Held by no law or direction.
Just a fanciful brain,
Seemingly a twin.
Reminds me of history, not so long ago.
Men in brown shirts on the go.
Stamping to an order that will not last.
No real joy,
Just fear in their grasp.
Too families as planes fly past.
Ice when it changes to water,
Flows on past.
Brings destruction and fear.
While people hold on to beliefs that should cheer.
"We are citizens,
We belong here!"
As men in masks draw near.
Water in its final stage is vapor,
As it ages.
Brave, nonviolent Citizens,
Stand firm and cause a route.
Watching ICE turn to vapor,
As the sun comes out.
Gods Reason
If God has made me for a reason
The point of this I have yet to find
As some events have not been kind
And pray upon my feeble mind
Like balding hair
And crooked teeth
That sit above my portly belly
And weigh upon my knocking knees
And swollen feet
So tattoo my heart
With my unassuming features
That the eye cannot see
Kept under the surface
Treasures have to be mined
Just like human kind
Scratch under the surface
And what you will find
Is the reason and purpose
That every landscape changes
Throughout the ages
While what's beneath
Lies in state
Awaiting its Mate
To fulfill its purpose
4/14/17
Across the ages
There was many changes
During the beginning, middle and end of phases
Above and below any stages
Some left to be found, written upon pages
Leaving a lot or little to if any traces
Among any places
Considered tiny or spacious
Regardless of their being nearby basins
There is nothing funny about starvation
Nor the greed of certain corporations
Makes me have more rage than Jason
With a hockey mask, causing mayhem
Current situations
May have involved more complications
Close and far from any vegetation
Currency came in different faces
Among many nations
Or federations
Above and below the basement
Near and far from any pavement
People making and taking payments
Due to desperations
Some continually gave into temptations
Had hesitations
And made zero preparations
Meanwhile others reached the intended destination
Achieving a state of elevation
After much determination and hard work, followed a possible celebration
Or revelation
With concentration
Have some motivation
From within find more inspiration
While making adaptations
Throughout trials and tribulations
Many civilizations
You can see in person, or only through illustrations
Certain locations
Full of radiation
And/or known to have a dangerous reputation
Still yet to be proven with a solid explanation
Continual paranormal investigations
Regarding anything, accurate portrayals or misrepresentations
Unknown or famous
It was or wasn't caught on surveillance
Crystal clear picture quality or blurry with some grayness
Rituals conducted on certain occasions
Some of which involve shamans
Meanwhile apprentice or master, blacksmith and masons
May be wearing protective aprons
Working on something considered complex or fairly basic
Near and beyond any waters with or without crustaceans
By: Dalton Ogletree
still a tree
longingly with lashes,
barely seen through wrinkly lids —
a mother, a child of ages ago
yearns for a ten foot tree.
with strength of a weaker sort,
eyes still sparkle and shine
for former ways, days that blink.
bags the artificial with receipt.
turns her eyes toward Charlie Brown.
her tears shall wrap the miniscule pine,
lift its sighing boughs, kissed with ribbon’d rose.
her smile makes it stand up soldier straight.
for Christmas day she cannot wait.
12/24/2019
She stood all alone in the spotlight
Just a girl and her guitar
Though she was only the warm up act
She deserved to be the star
She stood there and played and sang
With a voice so pure and clear
Songs of love and songs of loss
Sweet music to my ear
Some of her songs were ages old
But she made them seem quite new
Her voice and her music filled the room
The notes just soared and flew
Some songs she sang made us laugh
Some brought a tear to the eye
Some made us want to sing along
Some just made us sigh
She sang us gentle songs of love
Songs of peace and war
She held us all right through to the end
Then we all yelled for more
She may have been just starting out
But I think that she'll go far
I will always remember her
Just a girl and a guitar
His gift was free, cannot be bought,
Uplifting words of life, He taught
Then on a cross, that tree of death
Poured out His blood, with His last breath
Eyes to the Father, God's own Son
Forgive them Abba, for what they've done
And those words flew, across the ages
And shown to me in golden pages
Love the Lord with all your might
And love your neighbor, for this is right
My anger and hurt were then subsided
For by His love, my soul was guided
A land of love, like milk and honey
A gift He gave free, costs us no money
A gift of love, so sweet and true
Jesus saves, and He LOVES you!!!
It took one hour to define the war on Iran --
A massacre becoming the hallmark of American aggression,
168 girls, ages 7 to 12, incinerated by the smart bombs, their teachers too.
Minab is now a metaphor for the entire war,
Mentioned on page 11 of New York Times, not fit to print on front page with the headline"American atrocity in Iran." That would be uncharacteristic candor!
Sometimes the imperialists bury their own atrocity under a soft deceiving rhetoric, like the words "alleged"or "under investigation," hoping the time is on their side, but it ain 't.
Minab s girls are not forgotten, their pictures adorn the streets of Iran, remembered forever.
If one does not blame the culprits who blame it on "dated targets," empires get away with their madness, though Minab is now engraved on the forehead of Western civilization --an eternal sin that can t be washed away, call it Iran 's Mai Lai, binding the downtrodden of the South in their oceanic empathy.
Is truth just the present—what happens today?
Is truth found in words—in what others will say?
No, truth must endure beyond feeling or fact
It stands through the ages, and calls our hearts back
Is truth only logic—things known and perceived?
No, truth often hides, but must still be believed
Is truth really truth if it does not remain?
It must stand through testing, through breaking, through pain
Forever truth stands, past what people have known
In justice and truth God established His throne
For truth we must seek, but to seek is not all
To really know truth you must answer God’s call
Yes, truth has been constant—beyond time and space
For truth became flesh, and beheld we His grace
Yes, truth is our way, and the life of our souls
For truth is the promise of hope that we hold
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Yeshua said to him, “I am the way, the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except through Me.”
-John 14:6