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Morning has broken as it has done for many years
Day to day we continue without the fear of fears
Then out of the blue their comes thoughts from long ago
Prophecies of a past, that could halt us humans flow
Tablets scribed in gold, have been uncovered in Peru
For in them they tell of the future, surrounding me and you
We await with fervour in the media, the radio and the t.v.
As I try to get my head around it, and what it means to me
The day that they speak of, it's a little over a year
Do we just laugh if off, or do the sensible in us fear
As I drive through my city, towards this impending day
The street corners start to fill, does panic have it's say
Speakers start to recite, of this doom that welcomes we
I see suicides in escalation, jumpers in front off me
Families leave their homes, for they no not where to go
Panic buying surrounds me, anarchy appears to flow
We now reach December 2012, as we gain on the scribed day
Can it be all that was written, have the ancient had their say
My eyes catch the clock, midnight is awaiting it's strike
It'll be the twenty first of December, are the Mayan scribes right
The minutes pass the hour, everything appears to be normal
Maybe the writes are fables, to them simply formal
To pacify myself, will it be the radio or the t.v.
Sometimes one has to ask oneself, to simply look and see
Visions on the screen appear, many screens my eyes do view
Reports from many countries are brought to me and you
They show events of nature, more fierce than naturally so
Rainfall in arid areas, deserts in metres off snow
The Polar ice caps start cracking, exploding ice in crying break
Mudslides now carry cities, everything caught in their wake
Bangladesh now no longer exists, the Maldives have disappeared
The Mariana Trench now starts to rise, her ridges in rampant rear
A bulletin catches my ears, Yellowstone has started to erupt
Is this what the scribes have warned of, our planet being so abrupt
A rumbling I start to feel, where I stand I feel I move
I'm in tumble across my floor, in fear of their impending prove
My apartment on the only hill, allows through my window to view
A giant fissure slices through my city, for into it, buildings spew
The free ways now broken and torn, many cars in tumbledown
From here I hear the screaming voices, I'm deafened by their drown
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from Juniper’s Daughter:
War Is Obsolete – Futility and Hope
By Nick Armbrister
Caught Up In a Fairy Tale
My dreams haunt me as does the music, drunk I dance to the mesmerizing tales told by the songs of 25 years ago, as real now as back then. The heady rush of the moment takes me and lifts me up ever so high until my primeval fear snatches my euphoria away like committing an armed robbery on a child for his sweets.
Cold war nightmare returns with a dozen vengeances as I dare to lift the veil of the nightmare, I only wanted to peek inside! Nena and Frankie got it right in their two songs 99 Red Balloons and Two Tribes. We really did live in a nightmare but with such erotic desires - do anything you want do coz after they drop the bomb and nuke us all in World War3 no one will be left to care or give a damn.
I hear my mother ask me what you want for Xmas son. Mother I want this... to go back to Xmas in 1986 and to see a nuclear war, for the Warsaw pact/Soviet forces to come across the Fulda gap and the north German plain. For NATO to stop their conventional forces with tactical nukes after air power fails, the heady rush of nuclear escalation killing us all, overwhelming our planet irradiating our world darkening our skies with nuclear mushroom clouds.
On and on and on I writhe in ecstatic enjoyment seeing the work of the devil thru Christian believing Western men bringing on the end of their, our, world stopping the heathen red menace with all they’ve got. You see it was a matter pride not common sense that made them react they were trained well.
Now after watching my Xmas gift, I ask to go home. I hear no reply. Slowly it dawns on me, I can’t go home and there is no home. Just an irradiated world stuck in Xmas 1986, totally destroyed. What did I wish for? Am I dreaming a nightmare that I’m stuck in, did the veil fall after I looked inside drawing me in a prisoner?
I can say what a f*ckin' rush, I don’t need drugs they’re for pussies I just need my Cold War music and my mind that is like a television. On and on the music plays as the Pershing 2 and Cruise Missiles launch as F-16s and other jets battle it out in the winter heavens as the countdown to the end begins.
Who said the darkness wasn’t fun? Who did win in the end of the world?
December 13 Scripture Meditations Based on 1John 1-2
Key Verse – 1John 1:5 … God is light, and in him is no darkness at all.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR BEING MY LIGHT
Thank You for being my light along salvation-assurance
Upon eternal life’s possession and grand deliverance
Despite sinfulness’ afflicting burden midst guilt’s endurance…
Thus, I should be compassionate to win souls with perseverance
While enjoying Your redemption-insurance.
Thank You for being my light along Scripture-confidence
Upon genuine faith’s inheritance and wise providence
Despite foolishness’ mocking ignorance midst truth’s credence…
Thus, I should be determined to learn Bible principles with prudence
While believing in Your Word-evidence.
Thank You for being my light along sanctuary-worship
Upon sincere gladness’ praises and divine fellowship
Despite worldliness’ inviting friendship midst brethren’s kinship…
Thus, I should be joyful to support church activities with prayer partnership
While yielding to Your workmanship-leadership.
Thank You for being my light along stewardship-faithfulness
Upon eager willingness’ response and earnest decisiveness
Despite wastefulness’ attacking peril midst complacency’s business…
Thus, I should be diligent to bear good fruits with zealousness
While leaning on Your strength-steadfastness.
Thank You for being my light along sacrifice-commitment
Upon devoted love’s expression and peaceful settlement
Despite selfishness’ exalting attitude midst pride’s predicament…
Thus, I should be humble to show meekness with contentment
While delighting in Your presence-fulfillment.
Thank You for being my light along service-bounty
Upon obedient heart’s duty and conscientious accountability
Despite slothfulness’ enticing impact midst progress’ prosperity…
Thus, I should be available to render best work with productivity
While labouring for great commission-functionality.
Thank You for being my light along sufficiency-satisfaction
Upon timely supply’s sustenance and gracious provision
Despite doubtfulness’ vexing threats midst crises’ escalation…
Thus, I should be prepared to share spiritual blessings with conviction
While trusting Your power-action.
December 13, 2022
Date: Late November 2049
Damian and Holly were conversing
In her bedroom. Damian informed
Her, "I want the babies names to
Be Damian Jahani, Benachi, and
Davon-Sahi." She disagreed.
"Uhmem. I prefer Jofin, Adamahi,
Aand Afahi. All named Damian if
You want. Okay?" She rubbed his
Hand. He said, "Naw babe" and
Gazed deep into her eyes. Damian
Caressed her growth gently with
A soothing voice. Jahani, Benachi
And Devon-Sahi. Those will be
The names. He kissed her belly.
"Alright babe?" She said, "Alright
Fine, your way dictator!" He laughed
"But this is a pleasant palace baby
A utopia!" he kissed her and
Stroked her breast. She Whispered
"Oh I'm into thisss. You are so gentle."
He replied, "Yeah, uh-huh if I were any
Gentler I'd be an innocent kitten."
She said, "aaw baby I don't want
A kitten. I want a BIG CAT." Now
Damian was on the verge with his
Testosterone urge. "Oh Holannya
I can be THAT!" And he devoured
As only Damian can. She smiled
With much exhilaration as he intruded
Into one her garden while she layed in the
Intensity of the moment on her side.
Rhythmic movements excitation
Exuberant escalation. His touch.
His piercing hazel eyes. She cried
Tears of joy. "Don't hurt my baby boys."
After after that sizzling satisfying
Scintillating lovemaking was
Complete they lay with each other
Quietly speaking. With the softest
Tones he could muster he uttered
"Holly, you mean soo much to me,
Lovely you and these three." As he stroked
Her unborn again he kissed her. She
Smiled. They slept until the dawn
Of the next day.
Now January 2050
11:05 morning time
Damian sat in his den planning
For his new realty location for DHR&R
(Damian Hakim Realty and Residence)
office. He had bought the structure
Weeks in advance. He was in the
Process of hiring workers to renovate
It. He was thinking it wouldn't be
More then a year. Now he was
Simultaneously planning to add more
To their existing mansion since
Sidney and His Saderi were permanent
Now expecting a child as well.
This place here will be at capacity.
Delilah knocked then she was in
Floating across the den. Damian
Said, "Hey babe what's on your
Calendar for today?"
What a Life!
I was Inspired to write this Poem, because I wanted to create a few verses that could readily or easily be turned into a song. It talks about the struggles of having something of Value, i.e. Land, Diamonds, Oil, Other Minerals, etc. and encountering someone, or an entity with Great Physical Power, and the Dynamics of that Relationship. Whether or not if Justice, Concepts of Right and Wrong, and Human Decency come into Play, or if it all Boils down to Money, Greed, and Manipulation by the Use of Power and Force?
A Letter to a Friend!
The Events that took place which inspired me to write this Poem, is that while watching the news, I saw a situation where a young black male, i.e. Mr. George Floyd was stopped, arrested or questioned and the excessive use of Force was Employed, used or invoked which lead to his eventual Death. Which I think was unnecessary and completely avoidable. For in Identical situations or circumstances for individuals of the Caucasian race, this escalation of violence seldom if ever happens or not as frequently as it appears that it occurs when dealing with members of minority populations i.e. black, brown, or Other Segments of Society.
What I Miss Most are the Words left Unsaid!
This Poem came About by the Sudden Passing of My Father, and how unexpected it was seeing that I had spoken with him the previous weekend. The Pain, Love, Regret, and Other Emotions which I Felt suddenly come to the Forefront or Surface of My Mind, which I had to deal with. The Lives he Left behind, and the Implications of Choices which He Made While he was still Living.
While You Were Here, I Wonder if You Thought On These Things Too?
This Poem was Inspired by the Feeling(s) Evoked by My Father's Sudden Passing, and the Realization that I Still Love Him, Though HE Was Not Perfect, For He Had Numerous Children born to Women who were not my Mother. Though Him Being Married to my Mother the Whole Time, made me Question Fidelity, Love, Integrity, Honesty and Numerous Other Concepts which I Had Always Taken for Granted. As Their meaning and Definition being explained in the Oxford or Webster Dictionary. My Relationship with Him is More Complicated Than That.
If beauty lays in the eyes of the beholder, can you allow my sight to hold your face a little longer... cause time seems to perish quicker in moments of my appreciation. Sightless definitions of this word are blinded by each smile I spot; with each frown crowned by the beauties of anger, especially how your nose fringes up
DAM YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL
If beauty is defined by the nature of the sun, can I be the sky which holds your shine, clouded by smiles, when I hear the blues of your voice, especially when we caught in heated arguments of topics that lights up smartness, logic, intelligence, causing my hand to scratch mind thinking (like what do I say to that), securing my heart with a key of marvelling sparks; cause man... I have met my match.
DAM YOU BEAUTIFUL
If beauty is defined by a woman’s carves, can I be the driver of the car which explores these hills; drifting my every touch with care.... cause I don’t want to crash. If I do crash then don’t worry; I insured my sit belt is on tight... in a nutshell I’m saying, if my temptatious hands move so slightly to another waist, that’s just to make time pass, because I do know where and who is my real hour shape glass. The sands of your time beach up my water as I sea and say
DAM YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL
If beauty is defined by a walk, can I be the path way in which you leave foot printed traces of your ambiance on, imprinted in me solidly. Some say a girl who talks and walks what she stands for is legit, but I say... it’s the beauty of her walk that tells the stories of her ambitions, dreams, success, learnt lessons, life experiences, visions, and her future. Just for a second imagine how it will feel; just walking and holding hands with you.
DAM YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL
If I could sing, I would James Blunt this track for you constantly, but I rather light up the Refar and blunt up, in order to imagine something as great as or greater than your beauty. Although no matter how high I get my escalation intertwines beauty with your relations
DAM YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL
Lebron Spirits
Is it not pleasurable to endorse an escalation of elephants using escalators in the tree lined shopping centre? Is it not welcomed the sight of strong strength upon steel rotations? Variable tusk equals variations of moves and downhill the trumpets often sound somewhat obscured. But obscured is not obsolete and obsolete is neither an octagon eating-house or a occurrence of origami playing with the wrappers from the over filled bin. And so the elephants go up and down. Escalating elephants. The leader of this tribe finds the door to power this machine. And adjusts the setting to quick. Then at speed with bags bought and fodder awaiting. Whoosh up and whoosh down. With trunks packed and held tightly to preserve produce bought. In every silver steel there lives a silvery eyed mouse. Whose eeking can be heard across shipping lanes, lakes, shops, towns and cities. Even the darkest angel eagle can say that he or she has heard this cry of rodent. Like eeeeeeekkkk eeeeeeekkkkk repetitive reaching racing ranting remembering really radioactive radical ratios. Ratios are non productive well ironed suits. And bustling around in jams never really was equivalent to swimming nine lengths of tea using a back stroke. Thought the swim suited cockroaches. And that it was said was said and read by the fourteen wisdomatic tree lines, the curvaceously created crescent bushes, the shores of the pies, and the talking table of great magical power. Behold no crystalized pork and mildew bap to a ceiling infested with the breaths of nine ants. And off all went in a balloon. The little cups bursting, the bustling bumpy bouncing buoyant bullfrogs, the bills, the great tall seventeenth century oak tree. Look how far they soar above the trees. Wow. Amazing isn't it? Shall we go eat the biscuit now? Yes. Good. Z Allegiances Z at thirty nine giggling milk bottles jostling and preforming ballet by a door to twelve cartwheeling lambs and carthorses' at a farm event in the meadowland. Xxxx z pinnacle reaches in dark spotted tie. Z
Form:
Note: Following a rash of local breakins, thieves murdered two people who happened to be
at home when they entered. This event produced a lot of anxiety for me and James was
kind enough to help divert my attention by joining in this write. Many thanks to James, Tim
and Dane Ann for their support during this difficult time. -- Carolyn
A hungry gray feline sees a mouse; quickly does she pounce
Instincts come into play as jungle creatures eye their prey
Natural selection rules the vast animal kingdom
By striking fast they earn the right to live another day
We read in the papers and we watch on the news
As I look out my window, and ponder man's thoughts
What do we see, through our eyes as we view
Our ability to kill and leave one's life nought
Complicated survival games play out each strenuous day
From the frigid Arctic tundra to torrid dark jungles
Beasts on the prowl are trekking nature's intended path
Another victim falls as distant thunder rumbles
Opportunists linger as the perpetrators dare
Man stalking down dark alleys and dimly-lit streets
Confronted, accosted in criminal stare
Where the innocents in danger, generally meet
Other members of the animal kingdom have no choice
They slay only to keep themselves and their families alive
But it's man who plays the most dangerous of games
Killing for thrill, politics or greed; how can man survive?
It's the evil of man who takes what he wants
With the blade of a knife, with his terror taunts
His escalation from flint to gun
This most wonderful world in masculine haunt
If man continues to develop harsh weapons
The skies may explode in carnivorous fashion
Consuming not just one animal species, but all
Leaving angels to mourn the death of God's creations
Something I have to accept Is that my life reset,
my transitional twenties ended empty,
from people to places to drugs I was taking,
life snapped escaped became separated.
my thirties gave me a new slate,
but in a confused state,
stuck in a removed place,
facing my twenties on a clue chase,
Had an empty space
escalation lost pace
Now something I trace
seek truth and link fate,
Depressed misery
to repressed memories
Friends to enemies
Worn away mentally
I finally find the beginning
the start was me winning
then helpless hope blinking
overwhelmed lost and sinking
I went at it alone putting up a fight,
Survived the mind games and the plots,
advantage to fight preventing my flight
when help was denied, victory was forgot
I just needed the mature thought
someone to advise, someone to talk,
The unprepared fight that I fought,
Never win on my own, certainty fall short
I get it now that I was let down
the power that be went to town
illegal operations pushed me about
Treating me as though I’m a clown
That judgement is subjective
Based on selfish objective
disrespectful rejection didn’t want to listen
True colours, gone never will I miss them
And now I can link the past to the present,
Understanding reality no longer guessing,
A vision of my future beyond depression
No longer destroyed suicidal and stressing
Absorbed on the whole yet still sinking in,
I get caught reminiscing not progressing
Torture and stolen time is my obsession
But slowly digested as the impact lessens
I know I am stalling and after I’d fallen,
But I know I’ll go forward and be rewarded
need to explore what for and my calling
Beaten to believing, a victory recorded
I never surrendered
I never gave in
The lesson to remember
Endure ‘til you win
An x-ray view of what was before while looking for the after now
Like a resurrection and afterlife on some biblical prophecy
Be aware on the conscious for its under attack by malware
soon to fully develop into a spyware
Your mental is like your software
Operating system needs an upgrade
This virus just gave it a reboot
With simple task manager for putting on a mask
Betterment of the self is a daily update
Because the past is what you have lived and it all crashed
But we need to understand that our attention on affection is being hacked
Being scanned everyday as we usher into the era of the cyborg
Some lifestyles we need to abort
Social interaction is digitalized
friends are stranger on social media
Here was the birth of social distancing
industrialization sign in globalization to confinement
Can’t we see the danger!?, people have become invisible
Let put aside propaganda its not in this piece’s agenda
In an atmosphere filled with uncertainty
dwells fear of change with a wave of intolerance
A dominant experience at the moment is sense of grief
notion of sadness, despair, helplessness, powerlessness and anger
Fragment of blame, echo chambers of many
Negative escalation of human degradation
Issue is on face mask as the color of the skin
Being policed by leaders with empty promises
It feels like the pandemic took a 360 degrees turn
to make it a worldwide web
In some ways it has come full circle
back to localization, national budget and personal introspect
Everyone is loading their data
refresh the mind on the page
what does history show
Before the hand shakes, people kissed to greet
Here we tap our feet
Gathering set the tone of joy
Togetherness was a remedy now in a memory
We just have to stick as family
unfamiliar at a point of acceptance becomes familiar