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I heard the tale of Humpty Dumpty who sat on a wall,
and how he managed to have a terrible and fatal fall.
But let me be the first to set the record straight,
everything that happened that day was not fate.
Humpty was a rising and upcoming gymnast,
that could do flips on the balance beam really fast.
He had enemies that hated him to the core,
they wanted to be Him,and so much more.
So one day they greased down the infamous wall,
Dumpty practiced there everyday, they knew he’d fall.
Until this day no one knows the true story,
It was the biggest lie told in modern history.
My father was a king's horseman and a gymnast,
and helped kill him and think of a lie that would last.
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How is it we are drawn towards
the better angels in our minds,
the ones that lift and help us drift
beyond our space and time?
What causes us to question
who we are and whence we came;
the reason for existence writ large,
from stars to drops of rain?
Who was the first man, woman, child
to shift their gaze up high,
and feel the stir of something deep
and loving in the sky?
And why do we keep asking
Who, what, why, when, and where,
will we ever find the answer
to what lies beyond thin air?
Why ask about those old dead Greeks
and the way they lived back then?
Who cares about lost empires,
and their enemies and friends?
Why be concerned with philosophy,
archeology, science, math?
Could there be a Master Mind somewhere
that set us on this path?
As humans, who like angels,
too often barely comprehend,
the nature of our nature
is to rise like vapor, to ascend.
And thus, we keep on questioning
and beckoning to know,
the reason we keep asking,
is in our hearts and blood that flows…
Hidden treasures in our veins,
raging rivers of insight,
with all the answers we’ll ever need
lay in slumber late at night.
Having an ego is vital and yet a dangerous thing.
Most of us are terrible at dealing with the fights it brings.
People believe having an ego is rude and inconsiderate.
They refer to their ego as "self-respect", which is clearly different.
But, of course, our ego must remain under our control.
Otherwise, it turns us into as a monster as a whole.
It's just as necessary to have enemies as egos.
Enemies are the planters of the seed we can never grow.
The give the wisdom of knowing the difference between wrong and right.
And probably about learning to let go people who despise.
Both who and enemies are important for our growth as individuals.
Those who have too many egos and enemies are imbeciles.
The truth is, we're forever trapped with both of these things. And that's our reality.
Just accept that we ain't saints; It's just our destructive mentality.
Fling the doors open
And let out the stagnant air
Open the board up windows
It’s time to breath fresh air.
Sweep out the dirty corners
And prepare for a powerful rejuvenation
Gather the dust in a bundle,
Empty it in the Pacific Ocean
Then dip four times in the Atlantic Ocean.
Take a stroll along the corridors
Look your enemies in their eyes and
Greet them with a victory smile
Salute them with your mystical love
And set ablaze their self-inflected flame
There is no doubt about this
You will go down as one of the bravest
Solomon the wisest you the greatest
And victorious one
Sound it on the mountain top
Across the rippling desserts
Walk through the market places
The inner-cities, burnt out villages
Busy streets and crowded towns
Visit the little old lady in the tattered house
Located on the deserted side of town
Shower her with hopeful words
Your presence alone will embrace
And nurture her weary soul
Make your way to the orphanage,
Wounded warriors
and the struggling ones
A simple touch with your powerful hands
Will answer the prayer of the weeping ones.
Go to the schools and colleges
With words of comfort and love
Stop over places where you are not welcome
And radiate them with persuasive sentiments.
All some people need is a can of beer,
a cup of hot chocolate or good cheers .
Disperse the spirit of hope,
Perseverance and good expectation
And when night comes
Walk in the streets and sing
Sing with timbrels and cheerful songs
You are an inspirational icon for everyone.
Your rhetoric’s are strong, use it to move along.
Use what works best for you
Negotiations or forgiveness
And climb straight to the mountain top
With a hammer, a sledge or a cable car
Ropes and boots or just the magical you
Silence the poisonous networks
Give them something to talk about
Lift up your injured wings and start to sing
Join with the throng of angels in the grand jubilee
You are strong and ready to fly again.
Tarry no longer because you have won
Raise your banner
And wave it high in the sky
You have just defeated your enemies
With compelling love
And your gigantic wings.
©2013 Christine Phillips
how soft is thy land to buy in hand
with one but yet common armor
fought against with yee farmer
breathing for glory amongst enemy
a feeling of as if i belong to thy land
a lang thou art never sensed like thee
wit and brave risk taking nerve
fear not my child thou art to serve
tears yet to fled from that child's bed
years in the eyes to enemies dept
no sword no war yet glory call
years later anxious wrath brought back
what once was past
and all but speaking wounds blast
to raise and thunder games begin
love then resides in fane
and world by all lands become sane
for a flower that's yet of vain
marriage behold them all
in secret still to fall
for all seasons to roll
and reach somewhere so tall
then haze and mist in darkness
shed upon air
leaving leaves dry and fare
a brides death rises to breathe
and anger to all bounds prepare
to invade and slaughter to what
once a heart a daughter
was to bear' remains
to all rebels the heart prevails
to fight and stand for each Scots fate
forever remember thy heart brave
The land of honey?
Most Americans I know of are writers and artists
who sees when a crime has been committed
alas, the US government and its politicians are held
in the grasp of the Zionist who has thoroughly
corrupted most of those who carry a big responsibility
for world peace, fail to do so.
I love America, but my love affair with this great land has taken many knocks and led astray by enemies within its border who have, because of US generosity, been able to grab the political power and rule America
to the mire that the Middle East has become.
The America I knew was energetic, vibrant and there was an opportunity to make a good living
Here, I must say, the America I knew was a white state
when I, on a few occasions, was in black surroundings
many told me about the discrimination they suffered at the hands of the law, although I noticed they drove nice cars
Now that this obstacle has been overcome, I see, to my dismay, that black America has a very high crime rate. I think their moral leaders have let their people down.
I read that 3 million refugees have entered the borders
in Mexico illegally, is reprehensible why those in power let this happen.
Not that I wish to be conspiratorial, but if we are witnessing
a browning of America to make the masses more malleable to pay them less than they deserve.
I like Texas, I can't help it, where the sport is to sit on the angry bull and try not to be thrown off for 8 seconds
many years ago, on a Sunday, at a cafe, cars came with
armed men who drank Lone Star beer and were courteously to one another and to strangers,
this makes
sense well-armed people are polite.
Back then, communism was the devil and only a stupid
Man would dare to voice another opinion.
Opinions often change in conservative sites,
many who applaud Putin's refusal to entertain
on his watch, the Woke culture.
It is alarming when some white folk feel they have to be critical of white people. Balderdash!
It was white American workers and leaders,
made America wealthy, powerful and democratic
I wish for the Jew obsession to lessen so the USA can go back to be great again.
A sudden feeeling comes over me as vast as a dark cloud
Introspection, a plubic view of inside myself
An outcry, a protest of fear, a proclaimation of Faith
A deep emotion, A spell so strong
That she casts over me with her eyes
Resist the evil that many men have desired in their hearts
Look beyond the faults
Love endures and never fails
It has never blinded me in any way
Consider the new hope I have now
Even though the night is dark and deathly
despite all my enemies, i am still prepared for war
At times of peace I thank my fellow peers lost in the struggle
I cant blame or call names or deny the truth Think about it
I'm all painful memories and hoping that I rise out of doubts
Speechless exceptionally graced with communication skills
Data stretches it suffers a tiny sense of well being
it strengthens the message it gives it life
Information highways and souls transmitting updates
And reformers who can't grasp the transactions
Bottoming out scraping the danger to the point of destruction
Restored by The Almighty God who is understanding of our inner struggles
As the droplets of blood wash my sin away
And dread flees as the shadow does from the light
I know the battles are a small thing for us to overcome in God's eyes
Soldier Boy you are much too young
But your going off to war
Arm yourself prepare to fight
This is not a simple chore
One two three four
boys are shipping out
It’s an old war we must fight
Step up boys and shout
Helmets , vests, guns and boots
Get up on that plane boys
To Iran we go shoot
One two three four
the boys are shipping out
Armed and ready in Iran on tour
Sand and sun dust and heat
Enemies in caves and holes
Soldier boys tough on his feet
Shots ring out blood rolls
Soldier boy falls down and cries
Never killed guilt sets in
One two three four
Soldier stands no longer wise.
She lays eggs so very small
Rare eggs, seldom seen at all
Eggs the size of coffee beans
Spread in a tiny nest.
It is a miracle
That an egg, so very small
Has room for any internal organs
At all
This egg, when hatched
Will be complete with all attached
As you and me
Eyes to see to look around,
Two feet to put upon the ground.
A heart that beats and lungs to breathe
A Miracle indeed!
This creature will have other things,
Like coloured feathers, plumage, and wings.
So they can fly high and free,
To escape from their many enemies.
I don't know if you have ever heard
Of this tiny Bee Humming Bird
Who beats his wings eighty times a second,
Mighty useful when threatened.
Birds and Bees, Mice and Men
It's fascinating how it all began.
I observe this from way up high,
A mythical phoenix flying in the sky
Out on the desert plains lived warriors long ago.
They lived their lives, running free, with no place left to go.
But they fought their enemies with the instinct to survive.
They fought their battles to be free so that they could live their lives.
So the warriors fought on forevermore listening to the voices cry.
There was no place left to run when it was.
their time to die.
The warriors were born to kill. They had risen to destroy
To fight the enemy and do God's will, or all was lost into the endless void.
And in the break of silence,the enemy came into their land
To fight the battle on the hill, their fate was in God's hands.
They fought for their moments of glory, for what they stood for.
The Battle of the Warriors of the Third Realm would live on forevermore