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bloodied fingers madly claw
caskets hermetically sealed
bullet riddled bodies crazily didst draw
triggered bloodshed tsunami,
where logic insists there must be a flaw
precious priceless proud loved ones demise
festers "stunned disbelief" to gnaw
perhaps shell shocked next of kin
utter primal wails resemble distorted hee haw
lifeless loved ones alive just moments ago,
these special darlings (dozen plus youth)
premature death deprived
never delight one or more in-law
whereat deceased brides and grooms
denied pledging troth
from permanently stilled jaw,
while bereaved
inconsolably cry deafeningly, drenching
cloths cupping raw cheeks,
a cruel prank sans burden thrust upon a maw
(whose womb once housed
forever lifeless son or daughter),
rigor mortis out buzzfeeds Stihl chain saw
shrieking, how,
this "NON FAKE" living nightmare
cast an excruciating pall,
whence diabolic demons lear
into the opened seam,
where under a sheltering sky Gaia doth hear
the deafening lament against
a cool, calm and collected
frenzied maniac whose flare
ring nostrils adrip with rage
exchanged slugs of lead for dear
lee departed souls,
where dark clouds may never clear
as the living suffer horrendous psychic hemorrhage
agonizingly bid their own
flesh and blood affixed atop a bier.
Form:
I’ve been told that Loving is silent. Whoever coined that had forgotten about the battles, the blood, the breathlessness it causes. To love is to completely lose your person and build a new you with the remnants of your soul. To love is to leave your mind and fall over backward for someone who might not exist in your future.
I've been told that Love is easy. What about the bloodshed, the agony, the pain, the fear, all this and much more. To love someone is making space for their needs in your compact home of a heart. To love someone is to love them properly and thoroughly and leaving no space for you to love you.
I’ve been told that to Love is to Live. If it is at all to live then why am I awake at this hour feeling miserable. To love is to stay awake when you should really be sleeping, to be right there, standing for him, waiting, with your fingers crossed and hoping that he finds his way back to you.
To Love someone is to let go of yourself, completely, and I am not ready for this bargain.
We've gathered here today to watch this
knot of holy matrimony, but my children of God,
listen to the words of warning from the creator
who made you.
He wants us to live in peace, to live together as brothers and
to treat each other with love.
He pleads: why are you failing me?
I gave you the riches of the earth,
why are you burning the house down
with your wanton desires, your neglect of the future,
with your endless quarrels, with your wars and bloodshed?
Stop turning every landscape into a swamp, stop living
your dreams without limits, your irreverence for the wild life,
your savage deforestation, your racial superiority, your human rights abuse.
Let us pray for peace, amen.
I’ve been told that Loving is silent. Whoever coined that had forgotten about the battles, the blood, the breathlessness it causes. To love is to completely lose your person and build a new you with the remnants of your soul. To love is to leave your mind and fall over backward for someone who might not exist in your future.
I've been told that Love is easy. What about the bloodshed, the agony, the pain, the fear, all this, and much more. To love someone is making space for their needs in your compact home of a heart. To love someone is to love them properly and thoroughly and leaving no space for you to love them.
I’ve been told that to Love is to Live. If it is at all to live then why am I awake at this hour feeling miserable. To love is to stay awake when you should really be sleeping, to be right there, standing for him, waiting, with your fingers crossed and hoping that he finds his way back to you.
To Love, someone is to let go of yourself, completely, and I am not ready for this bargain.
Peace to the world
What is the profit of war
Is it the killing
Is it the destruction
Is it the bloodshed
Is it the hatred
Is it the weapon of mass destruction
I don't get it
I just can't understand it
What is the profit of war
Is it the confusion
Is it the economic destruction
Is it the failure of humanity
Is it the human slaughter
Is it the vacation of it victims
Is it the grieves
Is it the sorrows
Is it the painful cries
I don't get it
I just can't understand it
Peace to the world
What is the profit of war
Is it for the guns and bullet
Is it just for ego
Is it a show of power
Is it the innocent dead for nothing
Is it the babies gone never to live to grow
I don't get
I just can't understand it
What is the profit of war
Is it the isolation
Is it just to honor a flag
Is it an achievement
Is it the mass burial
Is it the homeless people
Is it the life's shattered
Is it the refugee's
Why can't we love instead
Of wars
Why can't we all world wide
Be wiser to love
And let peace to bless the world
Records of the day stand in evidence, of the state, in which the World exists today. The torment of men in power, and the people they represent, is the incredible disparity between the two sides. Only the most selfish reach the level of weedy words that can come from screeching mouths! The state at which a modern system of peaceful existence can be perverted to stand neck and neck with groups like the K.K.K.! Imagine, and I believe you can, if the Founding Fathers could see us now, all the hard work and bloodshed for what, some fools jumping around spouting new levels of hateful and inciteful language and threats being bantered around, trying to run down the stately manner in which our nation was created, indifferent to the notion of what they could be handing down to their most precious commodity...our children! Great governments can only work if the people work inside the honorable ways, that stand the test of chaos, to stand in the shadows of great men who look down from their high place and bend on one knee for the state of their beloved inspired and stunning creation. Fearful of what is actually a dangerous chink in the understanding of what our nation is or isn't! Only people with that in mind can navigate the deep divergence in legal interpretations that bend the structure of something better left alone. Great Kings and Imperial Masters can attest to the results of slipping a word in here and a period left out there. Those who came before us, their faces on the bills we hold in our hands, frozen in the indelible stare that silently says...dare not to diminish the columns that support this brandished and vulnerable vision that we callously call...Our Home!
My profound admiration for Michelangelo goes
beyond the Renaissance genius that he was;
humanness on humble faces out of norm,
seeking their Creator with a human form!
I envision him on his back painting nudity
on the high ceiling of the Sistine Chapel as hot sweat
dripped from his forehead...did he anticipate any threat
in exposing the beauty of the human sexuality?
Out of Carrara white marble, he carved those life-like sculptures:
David with his muscular was one of his best creation! Amid
war and bloodshed, his spirit shone while his hand chiseled and painted;
wealthy popes and kings hired him to embellish their palaces and churches!
What driving force made him accomplish such masterpieces
so timeless and beautiful? Was his faith, passion or events that inspired
him? I'm astonished by them and lose myself in them as many have for ages...
taking a journey to an era when literature and art flourished!
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Just drop once, when you happen to go by.
A tale they may count, mountains of my country;
Of paradise invaded and forests destroyed,
Of vessels adrift and sailors athirst,
Of savage hunting and extinction of the Dodo.
Witness to history stand mountains of my country;
Bloodshed, war times, hunger and poverty;
Settlers, slaves, coolies or expatriates,
They know all, who defiled in time.
Inert and helpless lay mountains of my country.
Waves of changes struck their homeland.
Forest cried but sweat fell with hope in heart
For making habitation in a newfound land.
Store of knowledge are mountains of my country.
They may tell you of slavery abolished,
Of unification of heart and mind and
The fight for freedom for a respectful life.
Beware, omniscient are mountains of my country
They may tell you of clean or dirty business.
Of unity in diversity or the fumes of hatred
Which burn dark hearts in the sanctity of homes.
Sages are to me, the mountains of my country.
From childhood to youth to parenthood;
Refuge they gave my helpless heart,
Blessed me when crossing overseas,
And were always here to welcome me back.
I love and respect the mountains of my country!
11/07/16
Contest: Mountains
Winner: 1st place.
In the mystic lands of new Elfton,
The locals panic and run,
The Elfin war's thirst for bloodshed,
Trees uprooted and the sand bled.
I saw the tavern's lamp glow,
Untouched by the bloody wind's blow,
Its inhabitants talked of the terrible war,
As they chug their beer from the war so far.
The tavern grew with its special beer,
She called her folks and they held her dear,
Though made of grain,
Whose farmer forgot to care,
It sure gave the Tavern its share.
"How terrible a fate!"
Exclaimed a man, bones scattered on his plate,
As I interviewed him in the tavern,
I heard laughter, clash of glasses as I left him to his concern.
"What care do I have?
With the war, there are more talks to have,
With the war, there are more folks to have,
With the war, there are more bucks to have."
Spoke the bartender, as I interviewed him,
He went on cleaning and embracing his dream.
"His promises, my heart fears,
What happened to his letters from the frontiers?"
Sobbed A lady in white in the amber light,
She sat on the stairs, quite a sight,
Surrounded by dark outside the bright tavern,
She talked of love and her concern,
As She tucked her unwashed, yet beautiful hair,
In hope of dressing it again,
When She reads those letters of love.
Oh Babylon the Great , the Dragon Queen
false religion rides the highway of mankinds being
clothed without visions robes of splendor
conceals the violations of Truth you render
The crown you have gained through war and bloodshed
proof that what lies inside your heart is dead
"let the dead bury the dead" said Jesus in passing
you must leave her roads if you want "Life Everlasting"
Exquisitely adorned on the beast you have saddled
the chalice of blood shed and humanity have addled
you have mesmerized the multitudes Chaldean mystics spell
consumption at your table the poison of the fell
Those who dine and lie with you produced the final generation
those who only love themselves and hatred in every nation
beneath your robes of beauty the acts of carnage you've concealed
but Jehovah by Christ Jesus has them openly revealed
The castles and cathedrals tell the real story
money taken from the poor to memorialize your glory
the histories of the nations and temples where you dwell
illusion of those seeking peace but the ranks of war there swell
You say "I sit a Queen" to the one you've sworn your oath you've lied
you have pandered to the enemy in every action taken side
the jewels you have garnered are those of hardened stone
dust of your desires , exposed your graveyard of dry bone
Mankind likes his "ritual" his "habits" and his "drink"
when immersed in them he doesn't have to think
baptized with the mysteries questions have no answer
intelligence is manipulated by the puppet master
Upon the wings of Dragon, these heights you have flown
but Jesus by "revelation" shows you from the saddle thrown
those who really love the Truth from your chains have fled
they have recognized the corpse of the living dead
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