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One day in life, I see so many tears
One day in life, I live so many years
I see the birth and death of many hearts and minds
I see the glowing happy smiles and hear the screaming cries
I feel life moving by, feel growth under the sky
I try to warn him off but on me he's cast his eye!
I sense so much fear, loneliness and despair
He stands looking at a photograph of six beautiful eyes, three people for him who care.
He cries out their names, begs for them not to blame
The whiskey encourages him to play out his game!
I stand alone, tall and strong with a man who couldn't see
That life was in his hands before he set his soul free
I stand here witness to his final act
Photograph in hand, I hear the snap!
Now I groan in pain, I shiver when the sunlight braces me
Here I am again as I have been for millennia but now a dead man......
Hangs off this tree.
Was that to know what was real life and death?
Was that to know our nature?
In the deep thick blood and mud driven snow when the world could not get bleaker
Dead bodies bereft, left to the winds, the larks tunes beat to the carrion birds feasting
Was that worth what we had to bring as the battle cries now weaken?
Was that worth all the unmarked graves, all the boys and men that will never leave here?
Was that worth all the death and noise, all the feared tears and screaming?
Was that worth what we lost out there that will never be retrievable?
The cost of war is paid for in so many different ways and war's small print is always misleading.
Cycling amidst the gloom and glee
She pedals the life's tapestry while
People whisper the bad and good thing
She'd lived in her life,
Though lying in sick-bed
No one dared to spare her;
She still held her head high
And nothing changes her mood.
A lethal disease is not a reason,
And she stood her knee to death,
A source of heartache
that bid me in deep within
Poverty isn't the reason
but unreason man: kids and kin,
A cold hearted person,
a living-death that surrounds her made it.
Amara, goddess of life
couldn't hold her still so
Death does us part in a blink of an eye.
Materialistic longing I do not need them,
Empathy and understanding makes man man.
Unity in timely need with little contribution
Would've given her a moment's breath.
A life of love and laughter beside the fire
Will rumble low in all the hearts but not.
Five sons and two daughters hold
Her womb their world
but few showed the concern
Recalling in pain and remorse
Why doesn't love and unity abide?
Golden crown isn't about life but
A heart that held closely tight.
Disunity and death clutches
and grip her breathe
But her fond memories
will forever linger among us.
Written by - Leo Phakhuimi Kashung.
"Welcome back," and my neck cracked
As I return to life
"How have you been? Is everything alright?"
Am I alive?
Am I among the waking?
On this starry night, these last few months seem like dreams
Nightmares of a better life, it seems
Shining bright, my life alights
And I'm back in the flame
After what I've lived, I hardly mind the pain
Am I alive?
Am I among the waking?
The death of another chapter of my life
I made it through, and everything's alright
And once again, the heat will end
And life follows suit
Leaves of brown, cradle my every step
Am I alive?
Am I among the waking?
Life and death, the story of these last four years
Death and rebirth, a cycle I've always held dear
The long flow of lines
from corner to corner
from tomb to the tomb.
To be marred by taint
like bat in the sun
and child in the womb
the tenuous flesh, unknown alone
foo far from comfort, too close
to death, as earth's filament spin
a new tragedy, the market suddenly
is an alien space thick woven in suspense:
this virus does not discriminate among shoppers
so be careful not tripping over
its red carpet.
Has the end of world come?
Can we rise up against it?
Or sign a peace treaty with it?
The dead keep piling under the onslaught
we're in retreat.
Skipping the market pierces my mind as our
progress to entrance screeches to a halt by
a coughing sound from behind, turning
our lines into a tavern brawl,
like a new herd community withstanding
a hurricane without winds and
forest fire without flames.
Has God appointed it to put us to the test?
Entering, the market looks completely dead
as vibrant as a funeral parlor
with shoppers looking warily, breathing heavily under their masks,
humanity's new visage, crushed by fear, and terror -- 'to cannon
all men are equal'.
Our new mantra, the three Ds: death, doldrums, and defeat.
Exiting the twilight zone, my mundane activity a harrowing, heroic effort,
bursting with hallucination. Driving past the stoic faces in the line,
it's fear peaking not the virus.
You rested the pinnacle of your breast
Piercingly, against my chest
Seizing the breath in my lungs
My nostrils failed me
As your fragrance choked each and every opening
Until a second felt like an eon
I remember everything about my moments with you
Your embrace that is freezing and cold
The shadows of your breath
That darkened the iris of my eyes
Until all i can see is nothing
But the thick figure of fear
You whispered how much you've done for me
From the moment i first chose
Between 'this' and 'that'
Until the moment i must chose
Between life and death
And this is now
But the question remains
Would i chose to live
Or would i chose to die
'Cos, if i live, i'm tagged 'logical'
And if i die, i become 'radical'
So, please help me decide
I'm alive and here
Because of you
All thanks to you
But could i have been better
Or even livelier
Now that's a tug within you
I've held unto you
For the length of my two-and-a-half-yard-life
Trying to be logical
But now,
I'm beginning to doubt you, DOUBT
For this is the time for me to be radical
Form:
Explosions
in my mind…
I want to compress my head.
It is getting larger.
I am angry…
with,
(a long sigh)
(the gurgle sound of water draining)
(a hushed unspoken whisper)
(an unvoiced, or at least unheard…prayer)
I am so angry I can not say.
You are too, or will be.
The doc say(s) everyone,
will be, sooner or later.
It is not like birth and death.
It is misery and pain.
It is medications,
hospitals,
gowns without backs.
It is pokes and needles,
and drips and piddles…
Another friend,
another room,
same big white building.
This one giving away,
all that she has,
to save…
another.
I am
humbled.
More needles, more pokes,
No jokes, no hoax…
I hate the building painted white.
I want to paint a rainbow.
Not LBGT pride. (get your own colors)
The real one that God made…
The one “they” can not hide.
I want to ask His mercy,
on this stark place,
Fill it with angels,
that we can know Your
Grace!
Current academic thought is like an alphabet where certain letters are being attacked and removed. You can’t have freedom of expression by censoring letters and voices you don’t like or agree with. Every time it’s been tried, it ultimately fails. Freedom of expression is what has made America great and stands as a threat to totalitarian societies like Russia, China, and Iran. A minus sign always takes you backward where a plus sign expands. The answers lie in an ever-expanding mixture of ideas and beliefs living together for their mutual benefit where new words are created by more letters — not less.
As children develop language skills and learn to read, their minds expand and the world opens up around them —and more importantly, inside them. Language becomes the great liberator that rescues children from the darkness of ignorance and obscurity, and when freely allowed to develop and expand, it creates free-thinking adults that become literate, prescient, moral, and wise. It can’t happen any other way.
These lessons are everywhere in nature. When water is free-flowing and unobstructed, it is at its cleanest and most beneficial state. When blocked up and constrained, it becomes stagnant, polluted, and undrinkable. Festered with alkali, it can bring on sickness and death. When trees and flowers are openly exposed to the wonder of the sky and the sun’s rays, they grow tall and expand. Deprive them of that and they will slowly wither and die. Both fish and mammals grow bigger when raised in open spaces that allow them to roam naturally and reach their full potential.
For our children to grow and expand into happy and productive people, we can't let anyone, or anything, take away or limit their means of free expression.
(The New Room: June, 2026)
Tiny Gift of love supernal,
Shepherd of our souls eternal;
Summon saints to heed the call
To share His birth with one and all.
Let full surrender be our goal
Whereby we steadfast, surely grow.
Mature the young and wounded saints
Who too ‘oft drink where sin doth taint.
Deliver hearts of hardened places
To tenderness and pardon’s graces.
Let servants rise as pride doth fall
When Christians heed the Infant’s call.
Journey there to kneel, to know
This friend who made the stable glow.
Be reverent and earnest there
To meet your Maker, humbled…fair.
Hear the summons, know His glory
Let the manger tell the story
Where God and man were reconciled
And death fell conquered by a Child.
You have compose stories of old of how the universe came about; you have brainwashed the world with the existence of old and frivolous literature that your ancestors have written; they cannot be tested or proven by the world’s greatest scientist, mathematician and astrologist; they cannot be tested in the lab and when I read those stories they really make me feel sad.
They are filled with dishonest and fraudulent men, incest and rape, assassinations and plots and consistent fighting baked in the conscience of well groomed men. The biblical war never cease and it has brought modern-day men down on their feet.
The biblical literature of old pronounced wickedness upon the world, it invokes sickness upon man and death and destruction upon the land, man set himself on fire for its written in the holy scripture as if the crucifixion of Christ wasn’t enough, you have led the world into a religious fuss and on Sundays you pretend to be holy.
I have searched for the truth my entire life and I have made hundreds of heartfelt sacrifice and I am convinced that there is a presence stronger than man and it is not written on those ancient pages or what we have studied in the ages, it is an individual encounter with something that is bigger and more powerful than man. We have learnt about it in the ages and god itself is lost in it, and if god could read it, it would be unhappy with mankind’s greed and man’s promiscuous beliefs.
More than a billion analyst have broken the literature down and find no truth in it but you continue to walk around in long gowns deceiving the people in the pew with verses of old that are not true, the house of Lords will not hear you and the house of commons cannot accommodate you, you have been living a lie and deceiving the people with fake cries.
You talk of angels emerging from the sky and the world coming to an end with a pigeon and a hen oh what blatant heresy of un-confounded religious men.
Adam and eve came on the scene with a wild and mysterious dream; the passion was so high that they ate the forbidden fruit and die.; and your man-made Santa clause has tricked children both at home and abroad and you have to rid yourselves of the old dusty, confounding stories about heaven and glory and teach about the truth in stories of love.