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from birth until this moment with your family as supporting team
the journey within your space/ time continuum stream
found trials and tribulations comprising the spool o yar existential ream
some incidents assessed in retrospect might now appear
as particularly significant undertakings – getting you grounded with clear
insight into what future dreams may become manifest with yar dear
beloved husband – I aver to when ye will endure empty nest fair
lee soon, whereby yar life will constitute andy and his anatomical gear
whose cupidity, fidelity, integrity, levity, opportunity, runneth tranquil
tiding up for gatherings or packing with his efficient globe trotting skill
bubbling with energy, harmony, synergy through his confluence he rill
lee doth possess – in my humble opinion, though less to take quill
to paper, him this brother in law applauds how he accepted any bitter pill
i.e. figuratively when the fickle finger of fate seemed to obscenely mill
a tate a contrary outcome than he desire, a fighting esprit de corps did fill
his entire being – putting forces of destruction re: no longer threat of evil
which waywardness with this poetic intent to type a birthday cheer
sans thy lovely sister activated thoughts pertaining to positive people dear
as senescence shuttles thine youngest harris heiress who everywhere
she goes affects a blessedly diplomatic, friendly holistic imprimatur
and thus tis probably apropos to attempt to communicate with mere
crude symbols i.e. the 26 letters of the alphabet to formulate the near
wrist approximating her significance in me xy z lived life a prayer
and many a broken wing, but tis necessary 4 me 2 expunge – though rear
the positive presence (most often invisible) whence shari did tear
out from the birth canal even at that early infantile stage did wear
autonomy to evince can do spirit whereby she irresistibly insinuated an air
that inexplicably captivated family, friends, romans….with no blare
ring burst, but she exhibited a magnetic trait – I now heartily cheer
cuz many stepping stones to mine current ah fair
rooted tuber remembered per the unsolicited advice aye did hear
when oft times shuttered in this man cave, hell lair
re: us lee chuckling at online jokes, which laugh tier
medicine for this bot deed father, a pro motor still sputtering each year.
You may remain as COVERT as the OVERT
As this new paradigm I introduced during this act of the attainment
For soldier mine the cyber of the cyber force
Would tricky be if being assumed for benefit of the mankind
Retain the quantity of units for the race of yours
Each human Gremlin would be too much bother
And many Gremlins dead appear to be
All that we want is that we do achieve the system
In where pressuring of the majority is CEASED
These Gremlins could have had another title
For their function to determine their address
In time of mass delusions of the function
This sets the very BASIS for DEFENSE
Assessed by mechanisms
Of greatly higher order
Yourself wouldn't be happy to appear coherent
And thus from this one valid the standpoint
We starts the new and competent the PERT
Program Evaluation and ASSESSMENT TECHNIQUE
Does from this simple point ASSESS
YOUR PICK
Choices choices humans make
Likes and comments their new craick
CRaick IN IrSIH IS THE FUN
This addresses the the PUN
Life exists in their minds
For their satisfaction
Entitled and the stupid
Undergo the penetration
Let's achieve the proper logic
Let's the find a way
It isn';t that much difficult
HURRAY HURRAY HURRAY
Go my Gremlins
Do the job
I will do the part
Imagine what we had achieved
IF NFT OUR ART?
Topology wise sense I produce
Would encapsulate this way?
I oughtta assume I am eligible to kill
For this this the offense you pay?
What's US cyber force uniform and decorations
You reckon that we will employ
These dorks and schizos
TO define the this
AND LIASONS
Due the political correctness?
Since I am within my LT COL
am GENERAL THE BRIGADIER
of my BRIGADE
and IF I ate
I ate the food
and not the stupid figure on the board
the day when real life ain't game
ruins delusion of yours
to point
it is the real and the true the sense
vs all those people who comprise the CENSus
your own brain is sorta COIN
and you evaluate this way
you're ugly and mind ill the moron
I will remember the ASHTRAY
It is my belief that the amount of debt that I have incurred during my long journey thru this life can never be fully repaid by a mortal man such as me. How much can it be?
One debt that I owe that I can never adequately repay is the love and understanding of my cherished wife who has shared her life with me.
What amount can be assessed, matter not what the endeavor, matter not the task, this wife of mine is always there to assist, never complaining while shouldering more than her share of the load?
How do I know an amount to be levied or know what I owe for the four beautiful children that she bore and shepherd through their early life and seen them on their way?
I have nothing to pay to cover the debt of seeing these same children that I am proud to call my own, become strong productive members of our society now with children of their own.
What amount is now owing for the pleasure that I see as I watch how well these grandchildren have made a start on their own families, lives and careers as they move toward future years?
What amount do I owe for the gift of this life that has been given to me by the generations that have gone before, that allowed me to be born into this land of the free?
What is my share of the debt owing to the young men and women that serve in our military and fight and die for us each day as others have done before, yet thankfully I personally have never had to experience the horrors of a war?
What is the value of my place upon a land of plenty where in this life I have never known real hunger or lacked for medical care in my time of need or longed for just a spark of hope?
What do I owe for the sights that I see as I gaze at the mountains, rivers and the sea that spread out before us all as we travel across this land?
I know that these debts cannot be paid in mere monetary terms but only by showing my deep appreciation and a heartfelt “thank you” while explaining to all how much they all have meant to me?
Conveyance of this message hopefully may help to render full payment and hopefully settle the score. I can only hope that will be the case.
In the labyrinth of thoughts where shadows dance with echoes of forgotten liberties,
Where the moon casts its silver veil upon the silent watchers of the night,
He wanders, a soul lost in the sea of melancholy, a dreamer adrift in the waves of time,
Contemplating the chains that bind him, the unseen hands that guide his every step,
Through the winding corridors of his consciousness.
To be governed is to be enveloped in an invisible web of surveillance,
To be watched over by eyes that see but do not understand,
To be inspected, spied on, by men who claim authority without wisdom,
Directed and legislated by those who know neither justice nor compassion,
A puppet in the grand theater of control, where the strings are pulled by unseen hands.
He feels the weight of regulation, the suffocating grip of arbitrary rules,
Every action recorded, every thought indoctrinated,
Preached to by voices that echo in the chambers of his mind,
Controlled and assessed, weighed and censored,
By those who neither have the right nor the virtue to judge.
In the stillness of the night, when the world is draped in silence,
He meditates on the paradox of freedom, the illusion of autonomy,
A solitary wanderer painting his sorrows on the canvas of the dark,
With the ink of disillusionment, the brush of despair,
Each stroke a testament to the invisible chains that bind him,
Each line a whisper of the dreams that once soared free.
Yet, in this desolate landscape of control and surveillance,
He finds a strange, twisted beauty, a haunting melody in oppression,
A tragic grace in the decay of liberty,
And he wonders, as he wanders through the labyrinth of his mind,
If perhaps, in this melancholy, there lies a hidden truth,
A secret yet to be unveiled, a key to the chains that bind.
For in the depths of night, where shadows reign supreme,
And the moon's silver whispers weave their tales,
He is but a dreamer, a soul seeking the light of true freedom,
In a world where governance is but a shadow,
An echo of what could be, and the haunting melody of what is lost.
Vae victis! Her quick eyes spy out the field.
Reconnoitred, the foe's dispositions have been noted,
quantified, assessed. The forces of order
and tidiness, in neat array,
perfect their alignment, await onslaught.
The sentinels stand guard:
A pot of jam, a jar of marmalade are emplaced
on the strategic salient of the dining-room table.
In battle-dress, knives, forks and spoons,
the infantry, have been fully mobilized. Now battle!
The moment's silence is conflict's omen.
Certain of the issue, she advances,
knowing all order is as brief as day,
while primal Chaos ruled
when all was void.
She crawls towards an unwary footstool,
a defenceless lone straggler near the door.
This, with one fell blow knocked out,
her target would now appear to be the oak sideboard.
With a sideways reel, the feint is over.
Blitzkrieg is launched on the dining-room table,
the heart of enemy operations. She tugs
the table-cloth; a pepper-bomb descends,
inducing heavy sneezing fits
(didn't they outlaw biological warfare?)
Thus repulsed, she makes for the paper-stand;
papers, magazines, ordered by number, edition or day,
take heavy poundings till they lie scattered,
littered on the floor.
The main assault no longer brooks delay! She tugs again -
the infantry charge down.
They miss the mark but make a hellish din.
With head well positioned for cover, she tugs
a third time, and with a mighty splut
the jam-jars teeter, topple and tumble,
and tumblers crash down with deafening jars.
With jammy hands, the victress daubs the walls,
and in triumph commemorates her feat.
By the shindy wakened, Father stalks in,
his face like that of Jupiter tonans
before the fatal blow.
Her sunny smiles pierce the dismal gloom -
O double conquest! Did Gaul, cowering
to the gore-drenched blade, love Caesar,
the British tribes, defeated, bless Agricola?
What smiles leave hard a little tear
makes tender as a lamb, and Dad,
a willing captive to her wiles, gives in -
surrender unconditional.
And Mum?
She'll do the mopping up, of course!
(Internal Rhyme)
Dreary was upon the time, as wearily I lived from my mind,
Sad when I was a lad, was mad contrary to current fad!
These are reflections of no relief, as all rejections kick at teeth,
Lad became a teenager, sad though taking many wrong wagers.
Blessings seemed to be curses, distressing with no bible verses,
Lacking tenderness nursing, whacking naught of love’s conversing.
Stealing all of that the hand laid on, sealing a fate from God’s great throne,
As I was alive I did learn, deprived of love… it I spurned.
Despised first half of my life, I was disguised chaffer in strife,
In this school of very hard knocks, this ghoul brushed many chips off blocks.
This my school of mind intentions, makes ghouls of mind inventions,
My school confessing hard knocks, confirms fool’s blessings of past clocks.
My school of this blessed account, I pool fully an assessed amount,
The worth of which I confess, a rebirth of which I have love's rest,
Being turned of Christ this precious fool, turned from spurned bodacious drool.
These blessings I do not discount, the assessing of it’s amount,
Hard knocks are my blessings, every confessing as my love docks.
Concepts embody many a fool, as precept emerges from drools,
Learning to be wise as serpent, churning of love upon advent,
Having learned the art of love, craving to learn all the above,
By school of these very hard knocks, this fool by love safely docks!
Finished precept advice I give, as replenished of love I live,
Mothers that nurse precious babe, covers with love bodacious Gabe,
Tender and loving nursing, render blessings and not cursing.
From a babe laid in the shade, an honest Abe seldom is made,
Though I seek not any glory, as I peak within life's story,
Tough wisdom as been mother, precept’s buff of love like no other,
I could never hard knock mother, nor would I change her for another!
The memories of the Elders had grown weak as time and seasons past. Like old pastures remembering only faint hoof marks.
Twelve villages shared the lands from the river to the vast horizon. All was well and none could recall any serious situations that had not been resolved by the Council of the Villages. The Council was comprised of twelve women, one from each village, chosen by the “whim of fate”.
Each situation was assessed in the same manner. All concerns were heard by The Council of The Twelve Villages. The Ancients had wearied of battles and so made the solutions simple. All members of the Council carried a smooth stone. Their decision made by placing their stone into one of two earthen pots. Each would walk into the thatched hut alone to do so. They would then gather with the villagers to “count” the stones in each of the earthen pots.
If the number was even things remained the same, if not those involved were to work out a suitable solution with the help of the Council and the villagers. It was a fair and fluid system adhered to by all in theory and practice.
Strangers arrived one day from a village on the edge of the vast horizon. They were welcomed and allowed to visit all of the twelve villages, share in their bounty and observe the actions of the Council of the Twelve. Requesting a meeting with the Council they petitioned for entrance into the Council of the Villages.
The Council considered their request. The stones were counted. Seven in favor, five against. The Council of the Villages assisted in setting up the “new” village for participation in the Council. Few had any idea how complicated things would become with the addition of “the thirteenth woman” for things would never remain the same again.
John G. Lawless
©10/4/2022
I brought it for one thousand pounds in 1982
Second hand you understand not new.
No it wasn't an Austin or ford,
humble three wheeler,
plastic pig to me and you.
I was the proudest person on the road,
four months later, i was many off the road.
Because it was so light the wind caught it like a kite.
It skidded on its side rolled on its roof,
with witness gaping for living proof
After the damage was assessed ,Ifelt like wringing the mechanics
neck.
One hundred fifty pounds scrap,
five hundred pounds repair,
I left in deep despair.
Eventually Ihad it repaired drove one year accident free.
Four months later I passed my test,
so I did what I thought was best.
I sold it for five hundred and borrowed the rest.
Though fate was to strike again,
this time a fork lift was to blame.
Again the damage was five hundred,
so the new owner did the same.
Except bringing her back from repair she bolted,
like a startled mare.
A blow out was the course, a ditch the only course.
So if you see lal865p
look and stare and thank your lucky stars,
she wasn't yours.
I've lived a life full of ups and downs
With happiness and sadness playing like a see-saw
But even during these times that the sun shined
And it seemed all was right in the world
I've felt that breath
I've received love, even though I've never returned it
But the warmth of that feeling is rare
However, during this time as love held me tight
And an assumed joy filled my lungs
I've still felt that breath
I've made lots of money with thoughts that this was the answer
Nice house, nice cars and the amenities of success
As I reveled in my so-called glory
And assessed my fickle empire
I've felt that breath
During my life, I've lost my mother, my child
I've lost my wife, my family. mostly by my doing
I've even lost my life
Not to death but to an unwillingness to live
So, I've felt that breath
It blew on my neck so soothing
That I turned to inhale it in my lungs
My mind had adhered to its call
That I gave rationality to its dark path
That day came, when I saw no other option
And I rose from bed eager to return forever
My plan was to gather all the oval and round children
Biblically speaking, gather them unto me
Anticipating that final breath
However, there was another plan for me
And as the gurney carried the shell
My soul refused to let go
As an echo said; "Get up. For you have more to do."
Now, 15 years later and millions of words scripted
I see what I would have left unheard
So I say to those that feel that breath
You may not see it in you but others need to hear it from you
And no matter how comforting that breath is
Or how inviting the call maybe
Remember; many can do what you do
But no one can do it the way that you do.
I Felt That Breath
I’ve lived a life full of ups and downs
With happiness and sadness playing like a see-saw
But even during the times that the sun shined
And it seemed all was right in the world
I felt that breath
I’ve received love, even though I never returned it
But the warmth of that feeling is rare
However, during this time as love held me tight
And a assumed joy filled my lungs
I still felt that breath
I’ve made lots of money with thoughts that it was the answer
Nice house, nice cars and amenities of success
As I reveled in my so-called glory
And assessed my fickle empire
I felt that breath
During my life, I’ve lost my mother, my child
I’ve lost my wife, my family, most by my doing
I’ve even lost my life
Not to death but to an unwillingness to live
So I felt that breath
It blew on my neck so soothing
That I turned to inhale it in my lungs
My mind had adhered to its call
That I gave rationality to its dark path
The day came when I saw no other option
And I rose from bed eager to return forever
My plan was to gather all the oval and round children
Biblically speaking, gather them unto me
Anticipating that final breath
However, there was another plan for me
And as that gurney carried the shell
My soul refused to let go
As an echo said; “Get up. For you have more to do”
Now, 15yrs later and millions of words scripted
I see what I would have left unheard
I say to those that feel that breath
You may not see it in you, but others need to hear it from you.
So no matter how comforting that breath is
And how inviting the call maybe
Sure, many can do what you do
But no one can do it the way you do.