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Sad is the lonely King who has no heart
Who sits on his throne with anger and hate
Where weakness obeys and plays its part
To bow to their King who will subjugate
People traded fear for the racist man
He mastered deception with hidden deeds
Conquered weak minded when his lies began
As a thirst for power fulfilled his needs
He strangled the truth with words that are false
As his kingdom erupts with hateful eyes
Majority see his manner repulse
All but this King his followers despise
A call to honor its strength reliant
This self-proclaimed King, we rise defiantly
1/30/17
August 2 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Isaiah 28-32
Key Verse – Isaiah 28:26 For his God doth instruct him to discretion, and doth teach him.
PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO DOES INSTRUCT US
Praise be to God for instructing us toward:
Determination upon His tests
Dedication through His trials
Dreams midst His triumph
Discretion by His teaching
Devotion along His traits
Direction with His tasks
Diligence in His training
Isaiah 29:22 Praise be to Lord for cheering us
His redeemed as He always:
Melts our mourning by His mercy
Meets our minds with His meekness
Molds our mastery along His miracles
Moves our might through His mentoring
Manages our ministry around His message
Isaiah 30:18 Praise be to the Saviour for
being gracious unto us:
Governing us along His faithfulness
Gripping us with His fulfillment
Guarding us around His force
Glowing to us by His flame
Granting us forgiveness
Giving us faith
Isaiah 31:5 Praise be to the Creator
for defending us:
Surely preserving us from disaster
Sufficiently providing for us against dearth
Strongly powering us amidst discouragement
Steadfastly performing for us despite destruction
Serenely protecting us while deterring dreaded disease
Isaiah 32:6 Praise be to the Holy Spirit for warning us
not to practice hypocrisy against Him for He is:
Always dutiful to draw us from persecutions
Absolute despite purposelessness
Awesome to direct by His peace
Ardent in defying perversions
Assertive to despise pride. Amen!
August 2, 2024
Oh, no have I fallen into the
ones I despise the most
The vitriol and apathy
Those who were already there when I came
Those who I cannot seem to exile
Yet my constant need for notice
My constant need for clarity for
care, help, for solace, the basics
Oh, no have I been swallowed
By the insults and ignorance
So much I wouldn’t even be able to tell between
compliments and insults
Which is which I ask myself
The days still counting
I ask the void again
Which is which
Because it cannot be
That their intent is so stark
That a line draws itself
To a point where i cannot repel the malice
I cannot fight the mean
The loved ones, the ones
who’s image looks so normal
Mine looks delusional
Oh, no I see now
It’s no question
I have fallen
Oh, no
I can’t get up now can I
I can’t get up
Oh, no
Yield me back control so you can be at peace.
While frantically clutching, I frequently stumble.
submerged in an underworld inside artifice.
For a glimpse of truth, as it seems to crumble.
While frantically clutching, I frequently stumble.
Making adjustments to personas for success
For a glimpse of truth, as it seems to crumble,
While culture avoids rivalry or fake happiness.
Making adjustments to personas for success
I have multiple characters for maximum effect.
While culture avoids rivalry or fake happiness.
I'm not known to the crowd, as you might expect.
I have multiple characters for maximum effect.
Aiming for true integration through a disguise.
I'm not known to the crowd, as you might expect.
I hazard wearing a mask that you may despise.
Aiming for true integration through a disguise.
During this time, songbirds that are asleep sigh.
I hazard wearing a mask that you may despise.
My heart breaks for the rainbow moon nearby.
By the time songbirds that are asleep sigh,
Many sides ignite a journey into the unknown.
My heart falls on the rainbow moon nearby.
I must persevere till I feel peace skin of my own.
Many sides ignite a journey into the unknown.
Submerged in an underworld inside artifice.
I must persevere till I feel peace skin of my own.
Yield me back control so you can be at peace.
Written: June 04, 2023
As age blemishes your youthful skin,
wrinkles appear, much to your chagrin.
And your fragile ego fuels fears,
lamenting the ravages of the years.
While chasing dreams of yesterday's youth,
you despise today's mirror of truth.
And tears trickle down your cheeks in drips,
tasting bitter on your aging lips.
Addicted to flattery's sweet sway,
you use makeup to brush time away.
And thrive under that coating of lies:
contorting the truth, until it dies.
Mascara completes the fantasy
of that flawless complexion you see.
And believing everything looks good,
you sculpt the face you once understood.
Stepping into the light from the dark,
you pay time's toll: for years left their mark.
And though you cover up how you feel,
life's mirror reflects what is real.
The Soviets decided Israel must go.
So they distributed a book to each foe.
They knew it was faked, but it resonated
and it helped make Israel hated.
The book said the Jews were on a roll
Succeeding to rule us, succeeding to control
It called the Protocols of the Elders of Zion
A forgery, used by a regime that was lying.
I talked online once with a Muslim
I told her of a sura that was hard to spin
"Israel is the land of the Jews" says the verse
She said as a Jew, I must be twisting the words.
She's entitled to her view that Israel should get the axe
But why the need to deny obvious facts?
Its there in the Koran, in black and white
She was twisting thought, so she could feel right.
Eve Barlow made some pro-Israel posts
Then got a phone call, saying in hell she should roast.
"Eve Fartlow" on "X" was the trend many chose.
and Gifs her of her face with a big nose.
But in a way, that's OK, it's a kind of expression
But there were also lies and misdirection
Tweets were made in her name
saying racist things; in effect she was framed
Those tweets are all over, as if they were new
But liars despise those they lie to.
Do propagandists really have to lie?
If they have a case, perhaps explain why.
There's so much dishonesty that's been sowed
If you have no anchor, you go down the wrong road.
"People will forget what you said, forget what you did,
but will never forget how you made them feel."
~ Maya Angelou
I woke with twisted thoughts, coiling in my mind
like a trellised vine, weaving through my head
Gnarled bits of thread stitched me to my bed
and both my eyes were sewn shut til I was blind
I heard the sound of my notebook pages turning
by one whose mind was gnarled and full of hate
I could not see to stop him. I was much too late
to save my poetry. They'd been set afire, burning
A grizzled hand ripped the stitches from my eyes
A man with bony knees, bulbous nose, nubby toes,
said, "I am an ugly thorn, and you a beautiful rose."
He cursed at me with a snarl, "It's you I despise!"
Tears bled from the gnarly bloke. One fell on my cheek
I asked him to please free me from the tangled thread
He released me, and then I stood before him and said,
"When a rose needs protection, it's a thorn it will seek."
He stood to full height. The scorning frown disappeared
A smile curved his lips and he flexed each fingertip.
He shook my hand as if we'd just signed a partnership
His life had meaning, for he felt esteemed and revered
Was he a great father,
like the others were?
Should I indefinitely hate him,
and still despise his arrogance...
when I asked for understanding?
I saw less and less of that father figure,
as he occupied himself with wrongdoings,
neglecting a child's feelings...
His blood still runs through my veins,
and this undeniable truth is the intruder
that should make me aware of his faults:
when temptation surpasses judgement,
and silence is a dreadful deceiver...
to keep everything to myself,
and subside any sublime emotion about to rise,
which any good soul should be able to express!
Father, you are dead...buried for decades
into the family's well-kept chapel;
all that is missing is the sight of an angel,
and my presence to mourn your death!
How can you justify yourself,
if the grave won't allow anyone to speak?
Before death carried you to a different place,
where all senses cease to induce a long sleep,
none other than certitude afflicted me
more than a condemnation so cruel
from an endless God of mercy!
If Hell is only for the wicked ones,
and Heaven is only for the good ones;
why do we need a Judgement Day?
Let my opinion be so controversial,
to oppose a doctrine that's so universal!
His blood still runs through my veins,
and these genes are a reflection of what he was alike;
and to repress my gender and be ashamed of him,
would be wrong and dishonorable on my part!
"When the demons of hell send out their call -
do they mention you by name ?
Are you fearful in their presence -
or do you love to play their game ?
Do they come because they haunt you -
or because you invite them in ?
Are you the end result of hell-
or from where it all begins ?
I hate this world for all its lies and the twisted tales of truth
I despise the rules and all the lies I was preached to in my youth.
People push all of my buttons and act surprised when I get mad
They have no idea the rage and the hatred that I’ve had
For all of those bastards who impose their foolish rules
And for all of their followers who listen to these fools
Who are they to tell me right -
or demand some dues to pay
F*** them and their dumb ass games
cause I’m not gonna play .
I’ve been knocked down, pushed around
and had my share of strife
But you’ll never see me on my knees
as I walk this path of life
I’ll stand up tall and bare the load
of all that I must face
I’ll suffer through this wretched world
with honor, poise and grace
Don’t waste your breath informing me
Of how your rules apply
You can ram those up your puckered hole
that never sees the sky
So hold onto your asses now
and expect no sympathy
You’ve shown me no kindness
so expect the same from me"
Waves
Underwater, the chains, tying me to the world, break,
In the rippling waves, my shivering body does quake.
Underwater, my body as weightless as a ghost lies,
Where all sound is muted, where salt stings my eyes.
Peace engulfs me in waves, as power drains my thighs,
I swim against the tide, further from the world I despise.
In my chest a fire rises, as my lungs screamed for air,
Underwater, I near a new life, above all are unaware.
Pain consumes my body, regret fills my mind,
My frantic arm movements, are they waves? Are they blind?
Tumbling like the waves, the seconds in the sea,
My unbreakable heart stops, then swims free.
To die, isolated, all alone in pain!
I am not the first, nor the last, in vain!