Long Changer Poems
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In a peaceful sky shone the Star
when all was silent and quiet.
We felt the warmth come from afar.
Solemn, we followed the riot
of angels gathering on high
when all was silent and quiet.
We heard a blessèd birth is nigh,
a glorious message that rung
of angels gathering on high.
A child is born is what was sung,
Savior, Messiah, son of God,
a glorious message that rung.
Three Magi came forth and were awed
by the boy child in the manger,
Savior, Messiah, son of God.
He is the answer, the Changer.
We can find favor and be saved
by the boy child in the manger.
The road to salvation is laid.
There is a spiritual battle, for the soul you see,
and that battle belongs to you and me.
It is with ourselves, me, myself and I,
when I drag others in, my heart begins to die.
I must battle me, for those thing’s in life,
to conquer inside, those things that bring forth strife.
How these things can twist you, tie you in a knot,
when with yourself, you have truly fought.
Depression, anger, and confusion in the air,
to go on with this battle, if you truly care.
It’s a life changer, these words I say, are true,
when in life, your able to stand up, and be you.
The day’s get longer, the nights seem to never end,
as you feel your soul stretching, twisting right before the bend.
How we want to give up, for the shape we’re in,
as you realize, you won’t never win.
Press on in, begin to take those thoughts, and think,
getting rid of all those things that stink.
Refresh your mind, with the truth, and then you will see,
this spiritual warfare, exists in you and me.
We can’t do it alone, not without Gods hand,
for He is the one, that pulls us from our sand.
With His Grace and Mercy, He gives us sight,
for it’s in His strength, that we will win this fight.
How long will it take, what will we put in,
is your soul worth fighting for, until you finally win?
Many will not ever face themselves in this way, you see,
but for those who do, Jesus paid the price, He will set them free!
The Wuhan experiment concealed,
The cunning crafts devised,
Myriad of ignorant mass their targets,
An agenda unmasked,
Polluted atmosphere
Forged idea of a prepared viceroy.
"Mask up"
"Six feet"
"isolate"
Inauguration of the control game.
People's servants turned tyrants,
Ignorant bunch of scallywags in power,
turned virologist overnight.
Unending speculations.
Copycats as figuheads.
Dictating to dictators.
Europe did these,
America copied ,
Australia on "socialist" precipice.
The knees on the neck in Canada.
Africa the beggerly consumers.
Dull heads and gracious tyrants.
Leading heads of conquered docile whimps.
Bodily autonomy despised.
President and prime ministers,
more catholic than the pope.
A false cure to healthy citizens.
Euphoria,
A poison patented,
Ask Moderna,
Conception and naming ceremonies,
"Alpha,"
"Beta,"
"Gamma,"
"Delta,"
"Omicron"
Greed sighted opportunity,
Protected from litigation,
Unsuspecting mass of guinea pigs,
Wuhan global poison transverse freely.
No sanctions,
No repercussions,
The plotters planned Olympics.
Media mopped contrary views.
Censorship of facist style journalism.
Doctors silenced.
Massive casualties
Pretenders purloining,
Pharmacopia conspired.
Another false sense of security.
Illiterate dictators consented.
The gaulible on a long queue
Welcomed an experimental ampoule.
The quickest ever.
Greek gifts like Cleopatra flowers.
Criminals rushing to the lab,
The history of past failures overlooked.
Humans, bereft of logic.
Jabbing for fear of death.
The division
Vaccinated deodorized
Unvaccinated criminalized and restricted.
"Omicron" the game changer
Defying experiment
Until the demand and sales pitch failed
Billion in dollars their gains
Casualties their pigs
Sorry, You cannot sue
When the doctor confirms your worst fears,
and the words “stage four” burn in your ears…
But at least for her cancer,
ENHERTU’s been the answer,
and we’re hopeful she’s got two more years.
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Frances was diagnosed with metastatic breast cancer that had spread to her abdomen a year ago. I didn't think she'd make it to January 1 of this year. A targeted therapy did not work, and a chemotherapy only worked for a few months. The doctor started her on ENHERTU in late March and it has been an absolute game changer, nothing short of a miracle. She will be on this drug, every 3 weeks, until it stops working or she can no longer tolerate it. The doctor said the mean time patients stay on the drug is 2 years. We are thankful for our doctors and for the medicine, but God gets the glory!
First shower of early monsoon
Petals of first Kadamb flower
Purple rays of dawn
Fluttering of virgin butterflies
Eagerly waiting to touch you !
I see scratches of lusty rain
Clearly visible on your
Red lac juice tinted milky skin
Your sky blue saree-
Looks as if a reptile in deep slumber !
On that very day
When you first, fluttering your lips
Told me, “I love you !”
Is still echoing in my heart.
Today,
No moon on the head of my sky
Ceaseless rain beside my window pan
High waves of pangs of separation
In my heart,
Timber of fifth symphony
In the wind of my nerve-city !
In the spill-over flood of lightening
Floats my soul, my body, my desire;
I’m now at the end of my salad days
In sought of line of control
Of my feelings; fate – the game changer
Never allows me to cross the border
Of fortune !
Tell me, O’ damsel –
Where would I go ?
Where would I pluck thy ever blooming lotus ?
Where would I stay ?
What’s my final destination ?
Here, everywhere snowflakes of frustration
Everywhere mirages of romance,
In yellow rays of fugitive dusk
Capers your first touch,
Dazzles your first love !
I fear to wipe out dusts of my past
From the face of my mind mirror !!
Petals of that first Kadamb flower
First shower of that early monsoon
Which one day drenched your sky blue saree
Is now a phantom !
Arise oh youths, duty call's
You're the future, be ready
The future is now, not tomorrow
Narrow is the road to success
Broad is the road to destruction
Be the change, not the changer
Be the healer, not the killer
Don't just exist and exit
Live, Leave a legacy behind
Parents listen to the children, duty call's
They're your next of kin, pay attention
As you want them to act, act accordingly
They are watching, be their guides
As you lead they follow your guides
As you talk they listen and reason
Bring them up, as you want them to live
Spared the rod, you've spoiled the child.
Wake up leaders of today, duty call's
The future is now, thrive on uncertainty
The next generation are watching your deeds
thriving the paths you're carving for them
What this generation practice for growth
The next generation promotes without hesitating
Bringing to light all dealings of the past.
Pay attention next generation, duty calls
Work with your hands and your tools
Fill your brain before you open your mouth
Intelligence over strength amidst dispute
Make good use of your life don't fit into boxes
People fought for what you're enjoying now
Don't let the labor of past heroes be in vain.
Confusion rakes away at my brain
I don’t want to face this life…this pain
Yet I can’t leave behind those many others
Living life and love till it smothers
No one feels quite the same
In a shining sun, or a pouring rain
No one feels it’s quite enough
Life right now’s just too tough
Love is just a word, not a life-changer
But the concept of it is to me but a stranger
Words seem to lift and sink the souls of everyone
But in reality, this concept of souls relates to no one
I’m so confused, it aches…it picks
Loving in opposite directions makes me sick
Why can’t we all sail the same way?
Why can’t the current and the winds stop today?
I’m sorry I fail to understand you
I’m sorry for this rainbow in many shades of blue
Out in the distance in doubles and crosses
Dripping out tears in the rusty faucets
The hues of color are full of doubt
Skeletons in the closet are crawling out
Because for a short time I made your day
But in reality…I took all your GOOD days away
Rain you just used me
You poured your heart out
Then left me to pick up the pieces
Drowning in your anger
You chose to visit
Gathering interest along the way
Collecting clouds in your pocket
Wind clung to your sleeve
The hijacker of days
A changer of moods
You reign without peer
As you excrete your venomous side
I crave your tears
When parched lips scorch
Then question your intention
When you divide my world
Where does your spirit lie?
When life and death
Is cradled in your arms
And I wait for judgement
Lost, both need and alarm consume me
In equal measure
Listen to my fears
Hear my cries
And be wise with your tears
As ravens, Pharisees were filled with destructive pleasures.
Termites of Puritanism had been eating up their minds?
They thought they had fallen from heaven as truth possessors.
Each of their ape-like actions, had endless evil designs.
Poor humans, unlike these, worked six days physically hard.
Shouldn't they rest to vitalize their physique and psyche?
The Sabbath was a day of rest. It's a day to thank God
This day too, they loaded the poor with rules that were sickly
Carrying one's cot is wrong. Grassing the cattle is wrong.
Picking heads of grain to eat, is equal to harvesting.
Helping is wrong. Healing is wrong. The list grew very long.
We are right, and not you—that's the sense they were harboring
Sly laws, like elephant-calf pits, put the poor in danger.
It's then that Jesus came as the trend-setter and game changer.
The Game Changer-
Battlefield Pi
A call to arcs!!!
Breathes originating desiring chi to be thee
1st Brigade
There be Oarks against Knights
With fairies and Elves
Choosing sides amongst themselves
Upon which side of the line
They chose pouring magic wine
Pawns on a chase board be
If you think overlord thee
Mentalist envisioning new dimensions
In Spec. Ops.
Warlocks and Witches
Creating webs and swing stitches
Then there are those calling on
Faith in wishes
Which goes along with those
Why sick who disses
Psychotic, Physic, Prophets
Mystical, Medium, Mediums
Readers, writers, Rituals
Shaping, Sacred, Stones
Supreme pair are right inside Triangle
Is Center for Command and Control
Archangels and demons even be when
We dreaming
Monsters and Gods, who knew the odds
Ghost, and Ghouls if you don’t have the tools
Super Heroes and Super Villains
All living among the civilians
The metamorphs and trans-humans
Deciding upon which unit
One’s will, will you unite
Battles constantly is waged throughout the light of day
While the light in the dark shines the night away
This be ye mission
Whatever ye been wishing
Ye created in your own words
Which be ye’s decisions
Residing ye in that dimension
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