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creeping through the darkness,
like million crabs on the hunt,
devouring lives here and there,
leaving empty shells of memories.
a breakdown of divine commands,
the devil guides their way,
a mother is lost, a child is dead,
claims a granny, or a newly wed.
for centuries now it has invaded,
from early medieval times,
as time went by numbers grew,
each year more it slew!
radiation from nuclear heads,
or industrial chemicals flood lives,
food, air and water no longer safe,
setting the crabs on their march!
cancer is the result of our own evil,
nourished by our quest for change,
more drugs we invent for its cure,
stronger the disease grew!
If we must stop this creeping crab,
we must stop and turn in our tracks,
Medicine will not stop the disease,
but living clean natural lives will!
grow own vegetables in your land,
drink clean water and not fizzy pop,
rid your house of processed food,
and packaged poisonous meals!
take a walk, breathe morning air,
sit by the river and hear birds sing,
if you let nature be your doctor,
you will leave the crab far behind
1st Placement
written 20/06/21
Chantelle Anne Cooke sponsored
Cancer Ivy contest
Listen to her sobs she is crying because of pollution for the damage that is being done. Hundreds of chemicals that human kind release each day poisoning the atmosphere. also they poison things like the Great Barrier Reef it lies there going grey dying over halve of it lost maybe for ever. Then the fish and other things become existent so it goes on up the chain. We now at more danger than ever before our planet is near the point from which it can not continue to recover. When will we make the changes needed? To have clean water to drink, food that is not full of harmful chemicals and we can safely breathe? Time I feel
is ticking down faster and faster. dont let it get to us being the ones that killed our beautiful Planet
**Depression Tendency**
How is it that I miss you?
I can't stop these hallucinations,
That I'm nothing without you!
At times, I wonder how you've been?
Still I struggle to find ways to let you back in!
You left and took the depressive mood with you
Now how could you leave me with this fake attitude?
How I long for solitary, that comes with endless solitude
Somehow my body hunger for the emptiness of devil's food.
LIFE! Is still an energy, I must waste~
The improvement of nothing came with no after taste
I thought I found the perfect prescription,
"TO MY BROKEN DOWNSTATE!"
Instead, I noticed the world I don't want to face.
The day I released you from my life,
I smiled to see my first sunrise.
I thought that happiness would bring beautiful sunsets.
Instead, they led me into feelings of more regret.
The void of YOU came with potential side effects.
Laundering around naked without my cloak of depression complex.
Life never found a way to regulate the balance of certain chemicals,
that lay deep in the bowels of my brain.
Here I stand expressing the best bipolar depression in every way.
Now my sleeping disorder has gone away.
I don't want these symptoms of being sane every day.
I need that dramatic change in my appetite,
I miss the way food had no delight.
I'm tired of all this excessive energy.
I don't want the pleasure of reality.
I want the feelings of hopelessness, with no forgiveness.
I want the feelings of worthlessness, helplessness, and self-hate.
I wanna feel the agitation when I found it difficult to concentrate.
I want the thoughts of slow death in a fetal position state.
I need to intrigue myself without sleep or dreaming.
With the concept that nothing in life is worth redeeming.
Becoming barricaded ~ keeping myself withdrawn.
With my natural born depression tendencies'
From DUSK TILL DAWN!
by;p.d.
Does the greens leaves the leaves!
Waiting for the sun to rest for the day,
Dreaming of the night sky with stars.
He treads his path in the field of wheat.
Unable to step any more further,
He stands in the muds of an ancient grave.
All of wind set for more of goals to twist
The fate of the dead and the living ones
Sure to strike the arrow that it is trust
To make the fruit fall from the branches of a tree.
It's the same way
For a man to end his sojourn.
The flowers and leaves in his bedlocker.
That finds a way to the museum of his people's heart
Finds permanence than the mortal man at his death.
What had happened until now is reality
For all others under the window of dreams
Luck too favouring his parts of wins.
What was seen as truth is shown as lessons to the world.
For what unseen is the greenary in the leaves
That does not leave it under any circumstances.
Life partly sings a song of monotonous duties
That lay in his pillows of rest
That shooks him out of any illnesses
Make him firm to stand till the end.
Dearing his ways to his mistresses will of mind
Yielding to the diamond mines of love that has no lifespan.
Does the greens ever leaves the leaves
No, but life is spun with wonderful creations.
The least being the leaf in the tree of hopes
That rests with more of fruits and birds
That beautify the tree and my soul.
Do the greens leave the leaves?
No, it's only man's duty
To coin a verse as sweet as honey
The roses are very sweet but surrounded only by thorns.
Man learns this lesson too many times in his life.
Life still leaves leftover sweat
That motivates him further
Truth with nature to strive for more.
By not cutting trees
Not polluting nature - the chemicals that kills birds and animals.
The green never leaves the leaves
If man ever loves nature
And paints his world green.
S ANANDHI
25 05 2021
Covid-19: A Silent Messenger of Lucifer!
Through the creek of the door there sneaked in a silent messenger of Lucifer,
A breathing man sneezed till the last breath, and was shrouded with chillness,
It was a soothing flame of fire choked the chamber in and out,
Rapidity was a trait of the silent messenger which breathed its force mysteriously,
And there was coughing, sneezing and spitting with rising temperature,
The stigma of Covid-19 had its recycle with its mutated psychology.
The victims succumbed to the predator’s double-bladed scalpel.
The illegitimate entry of Covid -19 into an Oriental province is an infamous history,
The silent messenger then turned to an untamable monster that devoured the ‘innocents’,
Clinical staff ran helter-skelter to fight with the devouring monster,
The malicious hunter with his hunting dog wolfed breath in minutes.
The mammoth giant in miniature form of virus wielded his weapon ‘cross the horizon,
And multiple lives were dragged thro’ the tunnel of darkness,
The malicious organisms with short span of life-expectancy breed countless generations,
And enjoy themselves with the crown of sinister leaves.
Who will chase the messenger of Lucifer and shall redeem the world?
Day in and day out chemicals and antibiotics run under microscopes,
Vaccines are tried in every corner,
But experiments and efforts seem to be a fiasco.
So Who shall chase the messenger of evil from the face of human lives?
There is One Who made man and creations,
So, let’s seek His Providence to walk in His Word,
And Life on earth shall be a way unto the Life of Eternity.
Shall we all….?
,
MANLY TROUSERS PRESSED INTO EJACTULATING SPATS THIS man of god large belly and buttons with a big gollywog voice \his madness of conviction for personal interpretation //behind psychosis and need for control.
ticks and rolls his eyes his lips rubberish proclaiming righteousness:
for dullards — persuasive. ]\
Both sides feed the madness; one side — a voice of God!
the other; REPENT so intelligence prevails,
while the spirit and soul snitches
weak mindsEAT confused souls.
the grey light of not KNOWING,
our lightheaded twic twoc inlgy attacks
a need for clarity.
a world spins unknowingly as though
consciousness is ether.
i too admit it is oppressive
how man espouses thoughts into reality!
lot of his physiognomy;
their manly trousers pressed into
ejaculating spats.
blind eye leads to face — well-runed.
THIS dance!
This trance! Silence breakers.
An old man in beige, like a janitor
in the back bedroom of a barrio waiting on the lid to drop.
the priest is dropping his trousers.
NARCOTICS: the ancient gods and our feelings towards them
a lance of fire – a brain with a mother’s milk.
a protective shield, thanks to the invention of machine
purity also possible for many.
NEED to know needs to know callousness accepts.
conduit and refined quartz weather radar connects,
the asphalt bridge crossing a broad river of chemicals
A DREAM, a heaven’s journeY.
The soul journeys through a desert of twisted words, a
psychic bubble where five guys in sandals watch a laser show
but not really see a cartoon mouse
and a smiley guy climbing the mountain that houses
a naked reptile with a webbed hand that flings
its claws.
Of kindness
:: 12.21.2020 ::
If you are on your second or
Third DUI.
If you have been to rehab more
Then one time.
Are you messed up on drugs
Of all kinds?
The chemicals raging in your
Mind.
There are greater forces
At play.
There is a softer, better
Way.
The hustle keeps you on
The street.
You have a hard time making
Ends meet.
Your money goes to drugs,
Can't pay your bills.
You can get out,
Your fate Is not sealed.
Clear your head,
No stinking thinking.
It is like quicksand,
Keeps you sinking.
Your thoughts are a mess,
Your heart enslaved.
It is not an easy road;
But, you can be saved.
You dig deep back to your
Youth.
You and the past must make
A truce.
You and your monkey come
Face to face.
You can remember how addiction
Taste.
You can opt for change or,
Remain the same.
You can ride it out or,
Break the chain.
Turbo1904
The government department of defense authorized a burn
of toxic chemicals from East Palestine train derailment
This created phosgene, Dioxins and deadly chemicals combined
This all traveled with weather systems and proven with testing
Many times, I speak of this because it changed my life
My dog was sick, but now close to death in a year's time
Many people are sick and wildlife with nature killed
Let me repeat, the government did this crime against humanity!
Biden does not care, the department of defense doesn't care...
The EPA is corrupt and this is the worst chenical attack in US history
Heidi Sands
4/27/24
(C)opyright
They set to work upon our minds
To market sprays of many kinds
To give the world a different smell
More aerosols they then will sell
But first our minds they must corrupt
To pave the way for new product
So they begin the odour game
And make us feel a sense of shame
Because we have our own odour
Better we smell like a flower
Be gone the smell of pheromone
And other odorous hormone
With chemicals we spray each part
Perfumery becomes our art
We freshen air in every room
Spraying the synthetic perfume
Then carpets and curtains are sprayed
Along with towels and bedspread
And when this done we spray the dog
Now everywhere a perfumed fog
To market sprays of many kinds
They set to work upon our minds
Be still
Be quiet
I demand of my heart
For others will hear us weeping
The scar tissue that hides us is only so thick
The sound of 1000 deaths only muffled slightly by the shield of thick hardened skin
It’s enough to bring you to your knees.
The anguished cry of every life lived without her love
I’ve memorized every twinkle, every smirk
And the curve of her lips when she laughs
These yummy chemicals in my brain screaming at me that I need her to live
Maybe they're right
This electricity between us, palpable
Tangible
I know to touch her skin it would be an unfathomable ecstasy
A bliss I know I do not deserve
And the one beautiful day my begging lips crash into hers I fear I’ll never be able to stop loving her