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We live in an Orwellian world
we are living
in an Orwellian 1984 world
and have been for decades
we are assaulted daily
by alternative realties
promoted by various politicians
designed to shut down
all rational thought
true Orwellian thought control
and now with the corona virus
massive surveillance
has become the norm
and when the crisis is over
the surveillance will continue
on one excuse after another
forever as Orwell’s nightmare
big brother ruling us all
comes true
based on the fear that the massive increase in social surveillance being deployed against the Corona virus will after the crisis is over continue forever under one excuse or another as the Orwellian big brother dictatorships around the world become permanent
When out walking
my olfactory sense is assaulted by pungent scents
as nature bloom
all jasmine, lilac, and lily in amongst multitudinous flowers
hanging from tresses that splash all prisms against juxtaposed houses-
scents lift my spirits
as I find myself almost drunk on an almost elixir of scent
i
loving the spring
feel myself blooming in golden honey
that coats everything it touches
with a warmth and
tenderness
It's a wonderful moment in time to be alive
surrounded by glories of nature
singing like elusive sirens
from the
depths of cobalt seas
I find my spirit refreshed
bathed in the daylight
that shines eppervescent
in the midst of endearing and etheral nature blossoms
We peep through grated beams in the dark confines,
Kept in chains by the tyranny of audacious jailers,
unending cynosure of profligates and imposters:
ruining the destinies of million wearied sufferers.
criminals fit for the gallows,
morons from the days of the colony.
dictators in military attires.
and simpletons kept in power for temporary ease.
our heirloom forced from us by old monsters.
cabals of criminals, greedy goons, men untutored in reputation.
Felons and rapscallion from the military barracks,
too old for modern ideas.
we are burdened along by colonial tyranny,
in a country where destinies are suspended in the gale,
and youths are forced into their own crimes of stealing.
we could not speak our sentiment freely.
we are fettered and riveted by their guns.
The sword above us, tyranny of archaic mind.
dreamy theorist acting as lords over multitudes of docile lots.
men made to cringe and fawn bowing and stooping to the
threatening of their guns.
They armed assassins and sufferers alike,
paid a trifling sum from the proceeds of corruption,
to keep the masses away from them as old baron loot the treasury,
this open prison of fancied freedom,
where marauders employed by the states with a gun to kill,
trans versing the south with AK47/.
terrorist renamed bandits by religious sympathizers.
from the porous borders of North,
comradely of Fanatics and bigots of the sword sect.
Clandestinely overrunning the land.
Freedom is a crime to fools.
those who dares becomes enemy of states.
assaulted by “operation python” dance.
or raided by Lawless DSS.
This is but a Jihad disguised as government.
The road is a trap of death,
we sleep as watchers waiting for the sword.
we starve amidst multitudinous resources,
they Lend to keep us in Bondage.
The crude in the south.
and all the resources are carted away to the North
to pay terrorist.
A state crimes condoned.
we groan,
we dare not speak as their armed assassin are
ready to silence the Voice of Truth.
one more Truth for the Jailer from the North.
Blue-gray the barren mountains of Moab
at dusk . . . a tour bus winds its way
up to Jerusalem, City of God, from Tel Aviv.
How one feels, the emotion, is difficult to convey;
the very mold of earth, contours of land,
grip my heart and I feel a rising tide of tears
sting my eyes. I am assaulted by colors, manifold
and magnificent, that tantalize, pierce
my inner being. The colors of humanity's face
in multiple tones and shades of brown: pecan
mahogany, cinnamon, hazelnut,
walnut, bisque, ebony and tan;
I see eyes of most unusual hues,
the colors of sea mist, celery, black, pale jade,
olive bark, tiger's eye, leaf of blue sage.
This ancient land . . . world religions on parade
in conflict claiming holy sites, the Temple Mount
the ultimate, golden prize. I walk for days
treasuring the feel of this earth beneath my feet,
tramping dusty brown paths and secret ways
in this place where Jesus lived and died.
I bend beneath close gray rocks to gaze
upon His birthplace in humble Bethlehem - a cave;
I mark the stations of the cross where His love blazed
in flames of blood red, marking His lonely, crowded path
from scourging trial to Golgotha's skull marked hill;
and there He offered up His pure white heart
humanity's black sin to cover and my poor soul to fill.
Faye Lanham Gibson
Copyright, June 23, 2014
Twas in September 2021, Cherbourg lost an uncle, and a country its son.'
Bevan Costello, who worked for better, took a dose following advice to the letter'
Trying the trust he'd built on for years, bridges of friendship allaying fears
Took his part in that experiment, concerned for his mob amid a (killer event?)
The campaign built around his name, by media adverts was now in flames
They pulled it quick.' They took it down; amid quarantine for Aboriginals all around
The (projeceted areas of disease?) Coincide with mineral geological fields..?
There was mask wearing still at 40c plus, coppers sweating amid flies and dust.'
How tragic, news with drama and spin; assaulted a nation with it's endless din.'
I view the whole fabrication; stress, the early half-truths' the later duress, the increase
In sudden ariythmic deaths, the worldwide torpor (its one whole mess)
When did acquired immunity? the early goal.' Get driven off the road? Into a hole!
The early ( facts that children were safe) salient points coming from an experts face
And there's always another new disease.? Maybe a new law (abh) by sneezing..?
It could be comedy, if it wasn't so sad, to sum things up maybe? ( we all were; had? )
An enraged man was arrested
for berating school board members.
Now he's branded a terrorist.
By a cluster of Capitol Hill elitists...
What the "woke" won't reveal is that
The man went off because his daughter
was sodomized in the girls' bathroom at school.
By a predator dressed in a skirt.
Who claimed to be gender fluid...
This animal who'd previously assaulted
another girl not long before.
The school board. at the time. was pushing
transgender agendas and in their blind wokeness.
Largely covered up for the animal and its excrement.
(at the young girl's expense...
That's why the man snapped.
He was just being a good dad.
Met this lady
Was more than a maybe
So bad I wanted
But the past, it haunted
Silent echoes
The past knows
Visions of what was assaulted my brain
Emotions like a run away train
Makes me insane
Unsure of how to act
It is a fact
Words left me
That I was not worthy, I could see
Felt fear
To have her near
At love I was never that good
So many emotions I never understood
My tounge of wood
In my head , so many a word
Never to be heard
Fear
Brings fourth a tear
Wipe it away
Trying to find the words to say
I love you, gets locked inside
I want to hide
I feel her getting mad
Sad
I want to hold you
I wish I could of told you
But the words got lost
Loneliness always the cost
So much I wish to say
Please don't go your own way
Your kiss was nice
From my heart it melted the ice
So used to being alone
I remember what love has shown
I got scared
Cause someone cared
Visions of the past
Was hitting me so fast
Love, does never last
My fear
Gave you a tear
With all my heart
I would love for this to start
Fear held me back
My brain on the attack
All the things that could go wrong
A sad love song
You walk away
I can't think of what I should say
To make you stay
Heart feels so sad
Love was there to be had
I sit there hanging my head
Thinking of what I should of said
But sitting here lonely instead
If you could read my heart
You would let love start
I would cherish you
I would be true
Would place you high
Never say good bye
But here I cry
I'm no good at this love
No gift from above
I have nothing to give
The way I live
I am only me
I am what you see
Not much
I liked your loving touch
And such
I let you walk
Cause I couldn't talk
I wish I could tell you how I feel
But the past haunts me still
I feel shame
I'm no good at the love game
I'm to blame.
Afraid to love you
Then I'm left blue
Love never last
Goes by so fast
Tell me what to do
Are hearts ever true
I fail
Know that feeling well
Words I'll never tell
Leave a scar
Dims my star
Another sleepless night.
Will you ever stop haunting me?
Another sleepless night.
I try to distract myself with stupid youtube videos.
Another sleepless night.
Every time I close my eyes I see you.
Every time the noise dies down I hear you.
Every time I pull the covers over me I feel your touch.
Another sleepless night.
I try to think about something else. Anything else.
Another sleepless night.
The thoughts go round and round in my head.
Another sleepless night.
Every time another touches me now I think of you.
Every time I walk alone I think of you.
Every time I imagine the future you pull me back to the past.
Another sleepless night.
I am so utterly exhausted.
Another sleepless night.
What would my life be
if you hadn't assaulted me?
Form:
For days we were assaulted
By vicious sleet and snow
It brought life to a standstill
Many were in survival mode
Records show, it had been decades
Since such fury we had known
Just more reason to be complacent
And show how careless we had grown
Then one morning, an open curtain
Revealed bright sunlight and calm wind
There, a sigh of relief was instilled
The turbulent storm was near it's end
To me, it's a perfect metaphor
Of our sojourn in life
At times we glide on mountaintops
Then dark valleys bring pain and strife
Often after egressing from a storm
We appreciate the sunlight more
It can help us align priorities
And bring reality to the door
Though life is short, it can be sweet
If we keep the beacon light in view
By His guidance we can emerge
Into a day, - with a brighter hue
My mind is anchored on the fact
Ahead, - is a plateau calm and warm
In Heaven, there'll be eternal bliss
Truly that will be, the "end of the storm"
Colan L Hiatt = 01-25-16
© All Rights Reserved
Never have I love, the love like you
Painfully assaulted in a rhythm
Like clockwork
Comes in 3’s and 4’s
It came, slicing what love we had
To dismembered hearts we fall
If I had a shield to go back in time
I would go to protect you from the abuse
I wish there was a pill to dissolve away all the pain you endured
I’m so sorry there is no way to go back to have you grow up in a secure environment
To see that side of you, so loving and warm to succumb to the other side so quickly as it’s all you know
It’s my loss
It’s your loss
I’m secure you are not
Your disconnect
Your walls to hide behind
Your detachment that is flicked on like a light switch
The negative look on being with someone under one roof
I am sorry for you