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Defiant I am, Defiant I'll Always be..
As I stand by Humanity in the Face of Adversity
To merely consider our lives as in a listless tide, and only following the herd,
Or the life of a caged and consequently soulless bird,
You might then think in fact that there might be,
a never ending finale to that kind of story,
But ages gone and eons passed by, have already now re-learned,
That the Soul defies the breath and so therefore breathes again, to then in fact have - the final word,
Mankind needs nurture for both young and the old,
It is so very naive not to observe the blatent honest truth,
That along with everything else, not already being sold;
Providence is already there within the genes of those,
As a dormant but self evident proof,
And yet of course within our soul,
Why do you not listen to the wise, or to the brazen and the bold?
Naked is the man who yet thinks he's wearing clothes,
Though somehow yet without them, will never ever be told..
Rebellion against a most severe but covert oppression,
Would have to be a very fine thing, yet in dismal abject naivety,
For in ignorance be it - so,
and even for those - its Bliss,
Tho for now a sick adhesion to dumb foreboding attrition..
With nothing to gain in servitude to anything such as this,
..But by loving and praising our own dismal captivity,
Anyone in truth should have learned their lesson,
But not too many escape that dumb insanity,
Tricked by a Lie mixed with truth
and Deception,
And so it is in the end, just sheer wanton stupidity,
Observation and ability is then the key..
to Awakening and Awareness,
Of just who our enemies are
and thereafter for this consensus,
To bring forth all those lacking
in bravery..
Rekindle your fighting spirit,
our headstrong native consciousness,
To then emerge from an obvious downtrodden slavery,
Defiant I am, Defiant I'll Always be..
As I stand by Humanity in the Face of Adversity.
Kurt Hubbard-Beale
August 28 2022
During lockdown by Globalist Banking regime
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thesis: strength endures voids and emptiness.
strength constructs no homes (antithesis:
if your house leaks then on swollen days
in sullen seasons there is no home for you)
there is endless repetitious strength
enduring endlessly there is this paradox:
strength is the void endured and consequently
synthesis: enter everybody’s anti-hero cross-eyed,
sees crossed eyes cross-eyed but looking in his eyes
sees straight, sees sick, sees something monstrous
something insect, sees this philosophic frippery:
that is sees man
endures in his mirror that is self-doubt,
his left arm being his right arm
his left eye sees his right eye
and no eye sees his nose right.
synthesis: enter naked the hero’s fists blazing
won’t put up with that mirror is laughing
smashing his left hand smashing his right hand
breaks his wrath in half–
enter the dumb smile of blissful blindness or
dumb sadness belting down a drink
enter an angel’s colorful rags and bells
enter a man in colorful sights and smells
enter blonde beauty dragging a bulging jock.
there is the entrance where they enter through
the black hole with crescent thin edges
the animal den the fish smell the ocean motion
there is women’s strength endures the stretch
forty-eight hours of warm pain
two hours of sharp pain around midnight
last sight the tippy-toppy veins of its head
bled and blood and body and push push Push–
and the tide goes out,
enter sleep.
Enemies Of My Breath.
Like a purple dragon of doom, I breathe fire behind your knecks!
With the quake of the earth, I ensue your essence to the ends of the realms.
Like a volcano I erupt with the rage of gia the mother of storms,
As my wings flap upon your backs, I enact the four winds upon your heels!
Like lightning I arouse fear within your minds, and dishearten your allies!
Driven like the rivers of time, I erode your terrain, and bring you to ground zero.
Just as I breath the last of my stamina, I consequently the elements unearth you once again.
As my incursion enacts itself upon their society, it rupters like an artery and spays your offspring from these planes.
As the eye of my hurricane enters upon your community, it dissociates you from your truth, and snaps you from the ather!
As your bastion fails i breath my finale upon your souls, your coup de grace is as follows.
As give chase like a hell hound i enact the command of the merciless sultan, euthinasia for thy foul fiends of the kingdom of bleeding hearts!
Yes my liege has been done as of yesterday, i say as they all lay dying all one hundred fifty fold of them.
~Benjamin Luke Aguas.
Enemies Of My Breath.
Like a purple dragon of doom, I breathe fire behind your knecks!
With the quake of the earth, I ensue your essence to the ends of the realms.
Like a volcano I erupt with the rage of gia the mother of storms,
As my wings flap upon your backs, I enact the four winds upon your heels!
Like lightning I arouse fear within your minds, and dishearten your allies!
Driven like the rivers of time, I erode your terrain, and bring you to ground zero.
Just as I breath the last of my stamina, I consequently the elements unearth you once again.
As my incursion enacts itself upon their society, it rupters like an artery and spays your offspring from these planes.
As the eye of my hurricane enters upon your community, it dissociates you from your truth, and snaps you from the ather!
As your bastion fails i breath my finale upon your souls, your coup de grace is as follows.
As give chase like a hell hound i enact the command of the merciless sultan, euthinasia for thy foul fiends of the kingdom of bleeding hearts!
Yes my liege its has been done as of yesterday, i say as they all lay dying all one hundred fifty fold of them.
~Benjamin Luke Aguas.
Peace sets its tide,
On which I ride...
For joy to glide,
Without an hint of pride,
Before fate gets to guide
Chaotic ocean that was once calm:
Peaceful aplomb-
Its tides becalm,
Like a holy and soothing psalm,
After been tried out with a bomb.
Consequently shifts not yet in rage,
But calm rage's gauge-
Put its weight in cage,
Such is a doing of unspoken sage
Whose acts are sealed offstage!
Despite its ocean's waves colliding...
Yet crash forces abiding,
To pull unto subsiding,
Moving strikes in anguish dividing...
An influential check cum deciding-
Far away the bright and shining sun,
I choose never to shun,
The game's bait of fun...
Deep in heart's depth, silent scopes run,
Mind's melody unto the cool moon undone...
Not minding the rhythm of the song,
Or the beats along...
Been right nor wrong,
But to find happiness even with a gong,
Wherever it finds a life to remain young.
Then I discovered how greed; unfulfilled,
Gets many killed...
Though some skilled,
Lead others astray when disruption drilled,
What contentment can never rebuild.
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no erotica or sacrilege
Who shall define these terms
and inflict it on all others
condemning to a barren life
Oedipus and his brothers
condescendingly control
what is deemed as holy
while holding up to ridicule
beliefs they hold as folly.
Who will determine what is right
and consequently what is wrong
trapped in their esoteric robes
condemning those in freedom’s thong.
For there are those, who just as you
condemn you for the things you do
in defiance of their laws
extermination of your flaws
and so to set the Druids free
would cut down every freakin’ tree
hide beneath erotic drape
every hint of sex or shape
while giving glory to some belief
passed down from ancient hate
that suffering’s the will of god
and pain the fee for heaven’s gate.
So beware the “hand of god”
in chainmail glove and scented ink
policing how we feel and speak
restricting how we write - and think.
John G. Lawless
10/16/2014
submitted to – No Rules – Poetry Contest
sponsor – rob carmack
The initial conversation we had revealed a stark contrast between our personalities, lifestyles, and perspectives on dating and love. You approached relationships with an optimistic view of men, often perceiving them as inherently valuable without fully considering the potential repercussions of their actions or the narratives they might construct around you. In contrast, I prefer to listen to a woman's experiences and base my judgments on how she has navigated her past relationships. I believe that effective communication can reveal much about a person's character and intentions. Consequently, I never envisioned our relationship progressing significantly; I recognized that our differing viewpoints created an insurmountable divide.
I never labeled you as a negative person; in fact, you may possess many admirable qualities. However, I consistently perceived our connection as flawed and ultimately unviable. You often judged me superficially, critiquing everything from my hairstyle to my physical appearance, yet you simultaneously expressed affection for me, which I found perplexing. I have come to view our interaction as a transient experience rather than a lasting bond—an episode in my life meant for learning and growth. I appreciate the insights gained from our communication and the opportunity to understand your perspective. Nevertheless, I must assert that I do not wish to pursue a relationship with someone who lacks accountability and exhibits narcissistic tendencies.
There's a moment everyday where we choose to listen to love or ignore its cry.
Though ignoring it gets easier when we don't even try.
We get so caught up in our own lives that we no longer endear.
Everyday we need to love ourselves and also our peers.
And to care about what's living in the world and not possessing things of the world.
Theres no victory at the end, for the most money someone has gained.
Only being alone with all the possessions that was strived to obtain.
All the while, having life wasted on things that clearly don't matter.
After all, it will be left behind with whatever was our stature.
Before its realized,a little too late,
Take time to love someone and someone's love, appreciate.
If were not willing to love one another, how can we expect a change?
By doing nothing, everything remains the same.
If we don't allow love to drive us, then evil gladly will.
There's plenty of vacancies awaiting love that we need to instill.
As time pushes us along, we continue to develop our own self-distractions.
We're becoming slaves of the world, instead of having love steer our every action.
Consequently, evil's tree of hate continues to grow.
And as long as we're helping it pollinate, then hate will bestow.
We all have a part in how the world blossoms.
To be a benefit, we need to look at ourselves and weed out the problems.
Once we rid ourselves of whats choking our soul,
Then love has room to spread and it's good will surely grow.
Unfortunately, love has been sadly pushed to the wayside.
It's even deemed ludacris and only in our mind.
Contrarily, love is meant to be the focal point of our lives.
And to do what's right knowing God is by our side.
Let's not allow satan to lure us into his game.
For it will only bring hardship and a life full of pain.
Some things of beauty is based solely on deception.
Like an oleander, so alluring, but has deadly poison in its possession.
In order for the radiance of love to flourish, it needs us to convey.
By us being it's vessel, and allowing it to guide our way.
The Simple Faith.
At school, we had bible classes
but our religious learning was based
on the New Testament
The Old Testament was kept away from
us as it was vile and long knives
God was not so much in the picture
other he was Jesus's father
that he was a son of the virgin Mary was
not what we were asked to think of
consequently, we knew nothing other
then the name of Jesus' disciples
the cruel Romans and coward Judas
I often thought of god, still do, and
found not believing in anything was
wrong as nothing in itself is a belief
My naïve faith was simple when I do
It is a good thing my conscience feels
clear it is good who lives within me
who tells me right from wrong
his view has never brought me fame
very little money I can live that but
sometimes wish the lord had made
me clever in business affairs
When I die, my soul will join other
souls as a mass, like a friendly cloud
shield you a hot August day and will
when the world is about to fall into
an abyss will help to restore the truth
TEMPEST AND SHIPWRECK
The sea and oceans sways,
Being calm at times,
And erupting like a volcano many a time,
Roaring like a lion In the world,
But it lasts for a while and vanishes.
The sailor that mans the ship,
With his entire crew in the ship,
In mind to take her to a destination,
But the course changes,
Consequently the Captain anchors in the ocean,
Till the tides paves way for the vessel to pass.
When the tempest intensifies,
The dolphins hops in and out of the water,
Being excited in the midst of tempest,
And hops happily till it lasts.
Good or bad as it seems to be,
The condition of life tosses us to and fro,
But in all everything will be alright,
Therefore lets look unto our creator,
And be happy.
ANYABOLU IFEANYI GENTLE
A.D 2019, JAN 29{whatsapp 07061816037}