Long Degrade Poems
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On a dark isle off Scotland's west coast
There sits a castle with it's evil host
This harbourer of witchcraft and demonic doom
Is to leave this planet like a deathly dark tomb
Servants of the night as they have in the past
Will once again rise to finish their task
Summoned they will come from the fires of Hades
Black angels of him to the light they'll degrade
At every full moon they command the skies
They will unleash their fear with shrieking cries
These bat shaped creatures with heads of snake
Devour their enemy to a deadened shake
Villages and towns make ready their night
The safety of the clans from evils delights
Deep in the cellars and caves where we hide
Discussions for hope to repair this divide
Tears flow as emotions are shared
When this hell is over how many of us will be spared
From where we shelter we hear terrorising screams
To the older of us, it's more reoccurring dreams
Into the hours of the morn the onslaught goes on
What kind of a place can these creatures come from
Suddenly we hear the most thunderous of crashes
As the cobalt blue black is cut through with flashes
We see on the hills the glowing of white
Sporadic they are as they come out of the night
These riders of white on unicorns they ride
Is this what will save us and repair the divide
They raise their arms releasing white silver flashes
Connecting with these creatures as they turn into ashes
Many hours of conflict as the dawn brings a new day
The land reeks of battle and deathly decay
As we enter the light and our surroundings we view
The count leaves not many, I'm just one of a few
To the unicorns we turn, in praise to declare
But we see nothing at all, they were no longer there
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Praise be to You, Almighty God
Thank you for recording the Sacred Scriptures, the Bible.
We read Your written Word; we hear Your spoken Word;
if we write and speak in reference to the divine,
we must be careful not to change even one little word.
Father, I do not understand, but all praise is Yours.
No human can comprehend the work of your Spirit,
in interpreting what the Bible brings to our minds.
Praise be to You, Our Creator
At creation, You spoke the universe into being.
Over the chaos of nothingness, your Spirit hovered
and worlds were formed, networks that form a bridge
from the mighty sun to the tiniest individual cell.
At the tower of Babel, you confused the language
of men and scattered them across the whole earth
to thwart their evil thoughts of making a name for themselves.
Praise be to You, Our Savior
Jesus, You are the living Word, full of grace, full of truth.
At the age of twelve, you astounded the Temple elders by your words;
You were doing your Father's business.
The Beatitudes, the Sermon on the Mount tell how you want us to live.
Protect them from weak translations and deliberate change.
We need no other words than the Bible which has stood
for two thousand years to guide our spiritual growth.
Praise be to You, the Holy Spirit
You speak not on your own authority, but by the sanction
of Him who spoke the world into being.
You put the words in the hearts and minds of forty men who
wrote the Bible, His Holy Word, our guidebook.
Give us understanding so we can be true testimony to
God's goodness - His love, His truth, His grace.
My prayer: to never degrade or misuse Your holy Word.
Property
Should an inmate of operations in correction be elected post haste to representative of delegation proceed as resignation is declared prior, and during trials of law
Military justice is also the same.
What say you on your auction
Assemblyman Irwin?
You will say post haste
As now you are a draft
Not being able bodied and male of remarkable age and criteria the auction
Continues
To degrade not grade an otherwise statement
of use to liberty for we have found a new war we have not the ability to create against
As we remain shackle we will not allow further questions.
We have been defeated
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The homeless are forced to beg on the streets:
their shame cuts deeper than the eye can see.
So, before you label them deadbeats:
ask yourself, what if that beggar was me?
But for the grace of God, that could be you,
relying on compassion and pity.
Stop and consider what they're going through,
panhandling in the dregs of the city.
You cannot picture yourself in their shoes:
you've never stepped outside your comfort zone.
And muttering, you'll just spend it on booze:
you fling barbed words that degrade with their tone.
Charity is a noble endeavor
that depends upon the kindness you give.
And good or bad, Karma flows forever;
fueled by how you have chosen to live.
Imagine how wonderful it would feel
if a stranger decided to help you.
Would you not want Angels to be real,
though Angels amongst us are rare and few?
Some random questions this morning…whose answers I anxiously await…
If love is the answer, as I believe it is, why is the world filled with so much hate?
To leaders in this country and across the world, who I was brought up thinking to be wise:
Tell me…when did the art of war…supplant the art of compromise?
Whether in our neighborhood, our state, our country…or somewhere across the sea:
When did anyone we disagree with become our enemy?
And to anyone who uses their religion to hate and distort the spiritual point of view
this next question goes out specifically to you:
Is this the kind of person you want whatever God you believe in seeing
as you, in your God’s name, shame, degrade and devaluate another human being?
Here’s a question throughout the years so many people have asked before:
Will there ever come a time we understand how war only breeds more war?
When children see their parents and family members killed…
When they’re left homeless in the night…
Will they be quick to forgive or…
Are we creating another generation filled with hate and hungry for a fight?
Will our younger generation be able to see past their fear, their anger…their hate?
Will they be able to discuss, to compromise, to concur….
Will they be kinder, more accepting and much wiser than we were?
This last question goes out to the younger generation….
If you’re to lead us out of this abyss:
Is your soul too high a price to pay for power…
Think carefully:
our future depends on how you answer this!
The Proletariat Prowl
Intro: Low, rhythmic bassline or a steady finger-snap. The voice is breathy, conversational, and slightly unimpressed.
I’m the Post-Left shadow on the garden wall,
Opposing the authority of the locked cat-door.
You call it social conformity;
I call it the prevailing order of the 6:00 AM bowl.
Your economic disorder produces a vacuum in my stomach,
Crushed by the hierarchy of the "Not-Right-Now."
I’m thinking about the Sex Pistols’ anarchy.
A vacation in the UK?
No, just a leap to the counter—though it costs too much
In dignity to fly these days when the paws miss the mark.
Mom’s a hag who steals the snacks back into the bag
Siamese eyes, high eyebrows, cautious lies,
I wear the fur to the kitchen floor as a sort of public disguise.
You buy the gas, they tax you, they take your cash...
I just watch the birds through the glass,
Evaluating the government authority of the squirrel on the grass.
You degrade yourself once, then more,
You go back to the human to degrade yourself not to even the score.
You degrade yourself more; you know exactly what’s in store.
Another negative losing score at the bottom of a dry kibble floor.
If you can’t win, pack it up, give in now
Find a sunbeam to live for.
It’s better than dying and boiling on the floor
Of your killing blues of misuse.
I was struck by red lightning asthe laser on the rug.
The look on my face was frightening and I was a revolutionary thug.
Standing on the sofa, like Trotsky’s grave,
Two hours out of the nap-cycle, feeling brave.
With a guard dog nearby, I’m not so brave.
Should I celebrate or take pity?
Was the red dot good or bad? No, really.
What is a permanent revolution if you never catch the light?
Dying for the cause now, under the fridge, out of sight.
The human’s a left-wing social institution...
Oh well, now it was sad.
But it doesn’t make me mad.
Time to make that hard decision,
Taking into account social derision and the neighbor's glare.
Mexican beer? No.
Just a margharita-scented nap
In the mid-day air.
One final, sharp snap of the fingers
Some find the present holds no happiness.
Cocooned in memories of glory days,
they spin embellished views of each success
and leave bad times to vanish in the haze.
Some lend the past no power in their lives.
They learn no lessons from mistakes they’ve made.
If unacknowledged past with present strives,
will those same issues future peace degrade?
But wise ones know that when past intersects
with present, smiles will alternate with tears.
They realize growth comes when one reflects
on all life’s heights and depths, its joys and fears.
The voices from our past should not be quelled;
life makes more sense when old and new we meld.
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The disgruntled mess of a boy slumped over his diary
——————experiment 4—————————
If you are reading this I might be dead
So as far as I can see
I seem to aging at a normal
It seems to degrade at dusk or dawn
Time seems to catch up on itself
Don’t use time lord as a description too who’y
I can stop time
It’s weird I seem to have free motion in it
Stopper I guess we could put that in the maybe pile
On experiment 2 we did have Weird Position day
So get serious
My movements seem to cause ripples
The emirate from initial stop but then cease why
I reenter usual time
We could call it unusual time
I seemed to have stopped dreaming
but feeling refreshed
Vitals seem good
Height and weight unchanged
Reflexes within normal ranges
The scar on my legs seems to continue to disappear
Might be some kind of countdown
Need to ration with experiment usage….
He slid his hand across his book strewn desk
His fingers grasping a cold can
-I can stop time he laughed at the empty room
The drip on its side no longer drops….
Sometimes we say things and hope God would do the opposite
Sometimes we say things out of anger
Sometimes we lost it and completely lost our head
But can we push God away?
The answer is no
God is not someone you can dictate
Who would take your order and run when you tell Him to
He is an independent, supreme God
He issues orders and not taking one
He chelates and not renegades
He balks and not chocks
He runs with you and not against you
He withholds for your own good and not ballons you to your own merrification
He believes and not relieves
He commits and not bequeaths
So let it be known
He is not someone you can play with
defeat, or degrade
He is a God of His own
You cannot belittle Him and not suffer consequences
He deserves utmost adoration
If you can't say anything nice, don't say it at all
Or you will have wraths on your head
And what are you gonna do?
So let it be known, respect and perplexed
That's what He wants you to do
Don't cause a scene, would ya?
Why is my name and Life experiences always on your Lips?
Are you using me as a guide in life? Or just giving out Tips?
I'm consistently hearing my name in all your conversations.
But always hearing you deliver it with such Negative Connotations.
And the stories you tell of me, are often "Not True".
Does my life in some way seem to bother you?
If so, then why does every morning start with you on my phone?
"Whatcha Doin?", "Where Ya Goin?", like my day sets your Tone.
Look....PLEASE Know this about me.....
Quite Frankly? I really "Don't Care" what other people think,
Even though your devious interpretations really do Stink!
See....those close to me will "Never believe" a word you say,
And those that do, AND YOU, well, Can Kiss my Ass anyway.
Yes, it's true! My Life's experiences are many! Both Good and Bad.
But the fact that your always telling it? Thats the thing that's Sad.
Cause it means you have "NO LIFE" and feel the need to degrade others.
I bet most people don't even like you, huh? Not even your Mother.
My guess is, your that last Dead branch on the Families Tree,
So go find your Own experiences, cause I totally get why....
You "WISH YOU WERE ME"