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Once, long distant calls would cost
You, your friends and family so many voices
had to wait, anticipate the budget and the worth
of words said out loud to ride rapid electric lines.
Still sentiments of love freely fly on telepathic planes
while prose and poetry remain yours truly.
When present face to face do you speak truly?
Conversations branch out, chip, splinter into stories, that's the cost.
Fish stretch past arms' length and record breaking climbs pass clouds and planes.
Tell me again how it all began, how many voices
sang out from heaven: Forgiveness for sale! Limited supply, form lines.
Greedy practice, selling soul's salvation, who figures out what it's worth?
Fear can make us pay the selfish who decide our worth.
Are our souls and spirits make-believe, a magician's trick or God's, truly?
Conversations of belief from heart or scripted lines
brainwashed or sincerely swayed, choice has a cost---
Cross your fingers, chant the scriptures, sing with all your voices
until it's real or a lie you can live with, insured for your departure in heaven's plane.
If a soldier's plane crashes, angelic eagles soar, swoop like planes,
nose dive to every soldier because lives are worth
remembering. Telephones shoot words-- bam, bam, bam, fire voices
on ears that bleed worst fears, shattering those who love them truly.
Nothing will ever be sweet or innocent again, this is an impossible cost.
War kills conversations, steals final farewell lines.
Songs please draw forgiving lines,
to rise over hatred in unarmed planes
for a bird's eye perspective to consider the cost
of love lost in doubt, its worth.
Love lights up any sort of soul, truly.
It's power hurls bolts through nerves that revive the mystic voices...
Devils, misfits, do-gooders, cherubs and chumps-- let's hear all your voices!
Call out to love, it won't resist, will cross any line
to save who is good or bad-- it desires everyone, truly
Here comes the light, hear comes our flight, listen for the plane
Remember it's insane to worry about your worth,
to be, to be, is miracle enough, we can't comprehend the cost.
Solo fly or get in line formation with you plane
Lift off, blast past hatred to reach Love's treasure of unimaginable worth.
Truly precious, so protect it, Love in all your actions no matter what the cost
All of these concepts we have learned to believe, they’re nonsense. Don’t worry as we were just following lead. We couldn’t see any different because we were brainwashed with their creed. They convinced us of our roles, which were to take on unquestionably. The parts we play were created by ancestors past generations who also couldn’t see, the very blueprint of living they’d been following. It was built from another’s fears that they themselves didn’t believe. Faith was a villain at some point in history, as it allowed us to trek on the same road, we saw others suffering on miserably. That same very word, allowed a deeper voice to be heard eventually. It was only when we found the source of our pain and misery that we detached from it, like a cord from a faulty outlet who no longer supports our needs. We have realized we channel and manifest the good, the bad, the in between, and then the universe delivers generously. We can now safely discard those GPS instructions for living, that were installed before infancy. They only took us to places where someone else’s imagination would limit our ability to think freely. So burn the old books and stories they fed. Delete the old routes to living that were embedded in your head. You don’t have to put on a costume just because the generations before you did. Society is finally waking up and seeing the truth, we have all been pawns in a game of chess unable to make our own move. I choose to start living before the end of my line, which makes a full circle back with a new message in tact, just follow your heart. No more following someone else's map.
She was as naïve and honest
as he was unscrupulous.
Her sincerity resonated in direct contradiction
to his entire clan’s diabolical ways.
Unsophisticated, unused to any form of deceit,
she fell hard for his bad boy looks and manners.
We tried to keep contact with her, but
she was quickly secluded, to be brainwashed.
We want to have our alone time, he told us.
His face was a sneer. To keep knocking made him angry.
She no longer had a cell phone, she was pretty much banished.
Underhandedly and methodically, he proceeded to squelch her light.
We saw her on the street occasionally, but he was with her.
Holding her arm, and he was the one who responded to us.
He had stolen her right out from under our eyes
led her like a puppy to his future plans of squelching.
For days and days the Professor would stay at Bingo Mountain. He meet people who brainwashed him into evil.ell respected, he'd lead the cause against tainted honey: now he make a batch of Carmel to add to the corny sweet syrups to fool a public into thinking they had purchase the best. Not only that he had developed a hideous habit. Eating the larvae and wasp and honey bees that he
had cultivated for study and breeding. It's said that he asked a chef to mix a fruity cocktail of nectar and wasps that he might devour them. A scientist there was world renewed, he had developed a potion that could change a moral man into a Hercules type person. They developed the Nectar of the Jupiter !
He had only to completely change his diet and had his blood filtered by a machine that recreated him into asuper human. Vile and wicked he became. One day The Shadowy Demon who had purchased his soul told
him he would be leaving never to be seen again. He gave him paper that made The Professor the ceo of Bingo Mountain and all his business ventures. Pollen Grafting machines and Pollen collectors would make him a richer person.Then he stood before the Professor and said " Never believe you ever met me:I am as strange to you as the day we met!" than he vanished into thin air!
Cultivating habits that promote personal growth, well being and an overall quality of life.
" Ripples in stream, where the moss covered slippery rocks are the only things beneath your feet!" " in I love the new me:such an affirmation cements the bonification of my need to love: I do love me so much!" Then he spoke to his new position: "sacred I stand ilmortal ,me among the Muses,Mnemosyne, the ancients shall remember me through there Muses until they bend there knees in submission!" "I am the solvent to all questions of art and science< I am the then< the now and future of both a model to stand through the ages!" He stood there
laughing: his evil laugh!
From Inspiration of a Hero
writtem by:Stem and Kirsch Fortissimo
for Bold and Powerful Sound Inc.
Story Music/ Drama-Animation
Doctor Wolfgang Sinister
the animated series
Jean Jinglers
and platform Shoes
The weak, the rich
The poor, the strong
Are pulled into worlds
Where they never belonged
Mothers, brothers
Fathers, daughters
Minds succumbed
Brainwashed slaughter
The Peoples Temple
November, 1978
Over 900 slaughtered
In suicide bait
What drives a man
To wanton kill
To take so many
So he full-fills
To preach his words
And then to maim
It's not the claim
Of a decent mans fame
Leo Ryan
A Congress man true
In the line of duty died
The only one too
Cut down at the airport
On his mission to right
Three journalists also
With safety in site
In our modern world
Cults will rise
The more they bring horror
We will all despise
In Memory of Congressman Mr Leo Ryan
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Baku and the Swedish cook
It sounds impossible, but 72 years ago, I was
a galley-boy on an old tank ship loading
oil for Iceland, a country with watery beer
Baku, I remember the long avenue, empty
of people and poorly lit.
The cook and I had gone ashore, and we were
the only one who dared me, because I had
not been brainwashed, and the cook who
was Swedish, Stige Hellander, his name, and
a communist
There was a party somewhere near the men
Who wore a double-breasted suit to grow in
and padded shoulder, making them look odd
Oh, yes, they were party functionaries
Stige, the cook, enjoyed himself with free vodka.
They put it in a corner with a bottle of milk
and bars of chocolate, until it was time to go
back onboard, Stige, the cook, sang rude songs
Now, seventy-two years later, I learn that Baku
is not in Russia
Today reading an article on moral rights
trying to justify an evil act preformed for the greater good
promoting it as a cure derived from murder these worldly writers
For me it was like reading a letter from Judas agreeing with barbarism
it accused those that do not wish to partake in this sacrifice
as disease spreaders judging within its contents incorrect
Unholy acts against the innocent pushing upside down narrative
The truth's not in error, its the falsehood that proclaims it to be so
many of those brainwashed claim to be whiter than snow
one thing for sure when your eyes and ears see and hear horror
nothing inside this world can change your mind when properly set
We all know right from wrong regardless of where we are at
you can justify about anything
if God's words are left out of the subject at hand
The greatest of all sins is breaking the commandments
quoting it as religious to think of other people
whilst turning a blind eye on genocide
mark my words there is many claiming to be filled with wisdom and the Holy Spirit
yet supporting the crooked path drenched in the blood of martyrs
The road is long when you have lost all direction to think straight
take a good long hard look in the mirror
we have only one chance to save our soul, death it comes to us all
Voices of the silent whispers echo deeply disturbing fact
debates hold principle those with brains tear down structures
human rights ignored opening up a can of worms within morals
where truth is hidden away questions agenda
envelope of forgotten yesterdays sealed fate
Honour amongst thieves new world order social control
handshakes grasp secret societies revealing dark shades
cover ups underneath the veil careless actions endanger security
desert storm powered by the central bank hidden secrets leak oil
Where the so called elite are born without sin lawless diamonds
with their silver spoons attached empty vessels without moral right
classifies perfection untouchable agents of death
In the heart of a free man looking at the system
creating slavery cutting wages spying imprisoning freedom of choice
Applying pressure drones killing families
within a cloud of dust or inside evidence to support such horror actions
criminal murderers sitting in their offices should be banged to rights
leaving no place for hope or a just democracy strikes issues flawed
To fatten their purses behind the revolving doors open guess
Suffering begins with espionage
loveless pride exposing sheltered acts
dragging your heals security council protecting the vulnerable's need
instead liberal intelligence with your reductions clearly speak volumes
threatening the poorer field positions you without care
Royalty who profit from others pain hidden agendas lie
conspiracy theories can carry truth to the button
because something is hidden away under dressing why
we ask ourselves those not brainwashed
dirty arms deals laundering ill got money gains
The heads of states
they are clearly breaking the law
justice is so corrupt fact
every Joe soap knows
they only give us the partial truth
optic nerve cell centre brings up a live wire
They do not give a rats ****
who use uranium tipped enriched missals
poisoning the earth's crust stringing us along as peace keepers
arming terrorists is an act of war against peace makers
countless innocent have died at the hands of murderers
Immoral codes of conduct displayed
as the blind begin leading us
haywire inside cover ups
a spiral down
lacking moral conscious
burning democracies seal
Dressing up barbaric acts
Coldly to suit arms astray
two left feet without wings
you will fall ill with agendas of greed.
Pure and simple facts
power hungry nations are involved
stealing lands filled with riches
gas joker sinfully lusting blood drenched diamonds
gold filled with the burning desires of their pride
consumed hateful anti matter spills out
Black oil means control and domination
over energy and water a must to turn coils
rewind around living waters
our gift from heavens source
a basic right to existence
Now we who see the light
know the truth so to speak honestly
it has only one face open to suggestions
Dirty secret societies exist elitists club members
Liars run for government's these days
filled with falsehoods that has no valid grounds
truly naked to fowl deeds exposed underhanded
Deeper than ice we see cold darkness cuts
in certain acts and deeds bared to the bone
Those who purge this planet
The frozen hearted beasts
killing innocence of children
they are unholy in God's light
This whole world in truth
is running upside down with excuses
I can see war looming close
as the deceiver gains power
over the peoples freedom chains exposed
to choose correctly brainwashed slaves
For peace and goodness sake
open your soul turn away from the fire
before only ash remains smothered
hope shines dressed in white
Darkness you cloud horizons sky
mushrooms dawning light
without mercy and dignity
Writer for eternity by Adejola Joseph Author of Cracks On The Walls (poetry) 2022. An award winning poet from Osun State Nigeria.
Writer for eternity
To change the course of history we have to write
To bring sanity and senses into humanity we have to write
To change the narratives and navigation of a phenomenon we have to write
To right the wrongs and amend the anomalies of attitude we have to write
To relay history bringing the past to the present and the present to the future we have to write
To entertain, to educate, to impact and to correct the society we have to write
To deny injustice and bring peace in times of war we have to write
To change minds and influence opinions we have to write
To connect and communicate we have to write
To conjugate and intimate we have to write
I talk about the good aspect of writing
Writing can kill too
Writing can cause war and destabilises a society too
Writing can corrupt minds and initiate the spirit of man too
Writing can brainwashed the simple and the weak too
Writing can misinform and disorganised a good setting too
Writer for eternity
Writers are builders and destroyers as well
Writer for eternity
I write
Writing brings joy
As the pen marries the paper tears of joy flooded the eyes
What a joy when someone picks up your work!
It shows you have got a stuff in there
Writer for eternity
I write. Prof Adejola Joseph.