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Come to me, my sweet

As the day approaching, your 
really moving 
I've faced hard facts of a 
family lying
Totally scammers to people 
of real hearts in  pain
Appearance perfect with feelings in vain
My doubts and walking away
revealed layers 
Hate Hate Hate
Forgive Peace Live
Time has passed and thoughts on Why, How do you Sleep, 
Now answers of 5 years I don't need response 
My writing is evolving with 
my inner trust 
Amazed at getting closure
is giving no control

When the universe is all right 
My chosen one will shine 
Excitement will lead smiling 
Whom ever you are we deserve our ending
Form: Rhyme


Firmly

Highlit noon terrain, sun blatant 
       Bathes their shadowless landscape 
          Endless brilliant sheds radiation 
       Blinking weary bulbs weakly imitate


          Heat hits love with all truth stark 
       Boxed tight hard facts reject cryptic 
         Oneness discovery, - two embark 
       Both nurture melded mode intrinsic 


          Having strikes delicate balance 
       Gravity secures, too soft to squash 
          Assurance a transparent palace 
       Governs linking, symbiotic emboss 


          Horizon elevates whitest sphere
       Grants tomorrow's moon take flight 
          Immaculate tuning discards fear
        Goads a farthest keen midday sight



         


                        5th February 2021 

              Written for Contest 'Love Is' 
             Sponsor : Un seeking Seeker
Form: Rhyme

Sadly Truth and Reality Bites

If you or 1 wish to
live based on reality

Live in the real world you
awaken to every single morning

You then also sadly have to accept
these cold hard facts of life as well

As these few simple fundamental rule's
will see you right and do you no harm
in the long run

People ---- Cheat

In matter's of

Love & Sex
Peace & War
Sport & Art
Politics & Debating
Crime & Punishment
Weight & Age
News & Media
Religion & God

Life in general
& 
Lest us not forget
The greatest cheat of all

Money , Money , Money

M-O-N-E-Y

And you can take that to the Bank

It's the cheater's No 1 choice 

Not some of the time

But all of the time

Accepted as currency in every country
in the world

More so even than the almighty Do$$ar

So I suppose in summation maybe
what I am tring to say is this

Ignorance is Bliss

Facade

Halfway through learning life you find therein the games
Played by the oblivious and those who made names 
Then your simplicity in view begins being challenged 
As make believe is by hard facts rearranged
That society is both with and without bearing 
For the old warmongering and peace brokering 
Continue on side by side 
Each taking turns at being follower and guide
And since good and evil formidably are frontiers 
Furnishing many men with careers 
Many men have become showmen 
Obliviously courting omen
They play for whoever pays the pipers
Be they a flock or a brood of vipers
For only to themselves are they loyal 
And money is their hearts’ royal 
And they call their desertion a sacrifice 
Though it be a cunningly justified compromise 
And all these the young wait to ruthlessly learn
As we still claim to fight a brighter day to earn

K. Muitherero
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Do It For Your Children

Here are the cold hard facts everyone.
If you have given birth to a daughter or a son,
their future is going to be a very harsh and dark one, 
as will all of their future generations.
No one appears to see what I see,
hiding in plain site among everybody.
A worldwide plot to enslave everyone,
is now in the process, it has already begun.
Everyone is enraged about this wall of Trump's,
being constructed to keep out all immigrants,
but that isn't the reason that wall will be put under construction.
That wall will be built to keep American dissidents from escaping,
once marshal law is declared after the next 911 like event,
and then all dissidents and undesirables will be shipped to detainment camps,
where we will spend the rest of our lives living under horrific conditions.
When marshal law is declared, for our own so called protection,
that will be the beginning of the very end,
of the loss of our freedoms and our once very great nation.
All who aren't in enemy combatant detainment camps,
will have lost all of their liberties by our now dictatorial government.
Curfews will be harshly enforced. It will be mandatory to gain employment,
and you had better be so sick and near death if you dare to be absent.
This should be of major concern to everyone,
especially they who have recently given birth to children,
but all seem to retreat into their safe state of ignorance,
and I assure all of you, that ignorance will be our undoing.
If this disturbs anyone, I have the following suggestion,
Get Off Your Comfortable Complacent Asses And DO SOMETHING.
Take Action, Inform Everyone. Christ Almighty, Do Something, Anything.
Research All of this information,
before you deem me a crazy person and pass judgement,
if not for yourself or me, do it for your children,
because you have given birth to them,
and as such you have also sealed their damnation,
to a lifestyle lived under a fascist, military worldwide government.
Form: Rhyme


her lips lie metaphorical realism

she could not handle the truth
easier to live a lie
just the truth the whole truth nothing but the truth
does it still exist
 
when none believe reality its still truth
if all believe lies they are still falsehoods
authenticity captures facts that exist
cold hard facts metaphorically speaking
 
how do I substantiate its actual
is there a magic formular to follow
do I trust my instinct can it be misled
if its verisimilitude can I trust
 
being lifelike cannot be the whole answer
fakes can seem more actual than authentic
verifying requires a masters degree
some anomalies are true world or true life
 
says true fruit would they put fake fruit in the can
corporeality surely must exist
a physical body a truthful being
must be believed actual
© Merv Hold  Create an image from this poem.

Refugees From Blue States, Part I

They say New York and California
are going through an exodus,
fleeing jobs, increasing taxes,
they loose more and more people's trust.
And given what a mess they are,
I can't blame those who want to escape,
but there are things you should leave behind
if you're fleeing from a blue state.

For example: The bad idea
that the government must take care
of every soul who claims they're poor,
and are living in despair.
While there are a deserving few,
they're outnumbered by the jerks
who think they can get free money
without having to do real work.
And when you hand the money
it just attracts more and more,
then the politicians pander
to behavior we should deplore.
And those who still bother to work
see bigger chunks of paycheck drained,
then someone calls them all 'racist'
when they point out it's all insane,
until the state is filled with souls
that have never learned to fish,
and the workers either join them
or say,”Goodbye, I'm done with this!”
Many mouths left unproductive,
society will denigrate,
so leave this bad idea behind
when you're leaving that blue state.

Then there is the quite strange notion
that it's good to pay a high tax
in exchange for state services,
but this ignores the cold, hard facts.
The state rarely does anything
better than private business can,
bureaucracy drives up the price,
and the paperwork breaks a man.
Would we really want to deal with
a trip to the DMV
every time we have to go out
and buy the family some groceries?
Plus when you tax a person high
you end up with less business,
take too much profit, the owner's shrug,
say,”What the hell's the point of it?”
They close down or move elsewhere,
take their tax money and the jobs,
leaving employees in the cold,
of all income they are robbed.
Without those jobs the employees
can't buy what they need to survive,
stores start closing, one-by-one,
and soon the economy dies.
Things quickly begin to decay,
a death spiral becomes your fate,
so leave the tax-and-spend behind
when you're fleeing a blue state...

CONCLUDES IN PART II.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Human Science

Let's start this issue with hard facts 
believe it or not the seed is now planted 
from our Lord's spoken words lets address this world openly honest

It only fills us with the wind and the emptiness of pride

Now lets count the cost of innocent lives 
through greed and human sacrifice 
corrupted where peace no longer exists a humane body of love

Divine lightening is coming with it we lock our doors 
the three dark days of darkness lets not forget 
when His Supreme Justice falls into chaos 

The sins of this time outweigh past chastisements
The wrath of His force is Almighty has never been seen before 
when slaying the dragon crushing him with His Power 

The low key figure that he is we need to bolt our doors shut soon 
as this world is in deep turmoil no one reads the sign of the cross
He who is coming our Jerusalem King and Saviour Sweet Son of the Father

In Spirit baptised and confirmed by the spear of Destiny 
striking down petition once and for all 
eternity in that battlefield we will lose some of those whom you loved dearly 

Into the end prayer could not save them 
from this awful emptiness left behind under a trail of smoke 
remains shamed tears of choice under ashes blown away

Solid Ideas

Solid Ideas

A solid idea has a myriad of concrete corners
When you step off the curb take one with you and iron boots
It follows you with definable mass and weight
With cold hard facts to anchor
A solid idea is one that is frozen in time chiseled
Like a statue of hard marble it is always there
Asphalt and trees fill in the landscape by the river
Solid ideas sometimes bathe in the sun by the banks
Hold on to railings of the ship if you should sail there
Metallic footwear will not save you
If you float down the stream of consciousness 
Or away into the atmosphere
The edges of street blocks are covered in salt
Under a microscope the crystalline structures take shape
Are cube like forms bunched together
A solid idea is one that grips you firm like that
It replaces, displaces water on the brain
I keep my solid ideas locked up
In chains, in basements, in refrigerators
To be taken out on special occasions
Poured over ice to thaw conversations
Form: Didactic

Reformation

There was a man that took a fall & was broken
in many ways
He had the strength to rise again after being betrayed
& led astray
Sometimes the pain is so great that it can throw you
off paths
When it rains it tends to pour but the onslaught never
lasts
You can drown in your emotions, or you can breathe &
find a way to swim through
The illusions can be so strong that you see things &
have thoughts that aren't true
Love is the glue for broken pieces & lost souls that go
off track
Once you've grown & are whole the old and new you
won't match
It's ok to fall sometimes as long as you pick yourself
back up
No hole is ever too deep to dig out of so get yourself
unstuck
We possess gifts in abundance & we should seek to
share them out
Just find the treasures hidden within so that you
rarely go without
Life can be complex & full of confusion but most illusions
aren't real
In order to touch the divine that sits within you must
embrace self so you can feel
Life is full of choices we must make but be discerning 
when using will
If you run head first into hard facts, you can make any
mountain a mole hill
Form: Rhyme

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