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Intelligent musical talent begins with this, to relearn the timing within our soul,
But other tactical psychological methods are busy swaying to and fro,
To an obvious yet nefarious covert Rhythmic tyranny of Mind Control,
Damaging trauma appears, disappears and reappears so often - irregardless whether anyone of us - really and actually know,
Although - know; you ought to, and know you must, if we're to avoid their evil demonic end goal, by economic slavery boom and bust,
Why have the masses flocked to what is essentially an obvious Lie..
The hitherto well understood well known treachery of bribery and trickery..to the ill-informed common eye?
Real answers lie within the Agendas of those,
With high unseen well hidden authority of tyranny.. now beginning to be exposed,
The blame so far as we can see for this all pervasive idiocy,
Fits squarely into Ancient Babylonian Occult vile Crypto Supremacy,
An unmentionable taboo for Society, though cleverly socially arranged,
Covertly hostile toward Humanity and our creative force..
By a certain inferiority complexed minority so deranged..
Ah yes - but of course!
A true Dictatorship and Tyranny
can and always will insist..
Upon those that have become uber-Liberal all accepting pacifists..
Those yet behind an otherwise obvious - facade of devious fallacy, don't want you to learn the reasons for the lie,
The mondane so often belies what is hidden within our words; within a sound,
The truth disguised as anything unprofound,
Explanation enough as to the premise of why..
The countless masses are now clearly and sadly being systematically psychologically, reduced to a pitiful state of abhorrent dependency,
We would certainly have to mention and be sure to say,
Please wake up a friend a colleague or a family member now, or at least today,
It is therefore clear that;
an in-depth searching root cause analysis, apparently can be,
Brought about and shared through some insightful poetry..
The written and the spoken word,
Do justice to those that cannot nor would never ever be heard,
So we might then listen in careful piety,
Or do not then be surprised to now find, that there are..
So Many Seduced by Rhythmic Pendulum of Trauma & Absurd Normalcy..
Kurt Hubbard-Beale
28th February 2023
It is really a veritable question of our time,
In fact - of all times,
on this once beautiful
molten rock with sea and sand,
We so avidly call our home
Paradoxical fearlessness
albeit so sublime, created by the dark force’s evil hidden hand,
That might only remain a vision,
Inherited to us in trust,
Yet neglected from addiction to,
Their indoctrinated pathetic lust,
In fact, we do not either really care,
To whatever shape it takes
All material realms
- are prisons,
That irregardless demand already
A Spiritual entrapment
Laid to rest..
And also laid to bare,
All arbitrary enforced concepts cast aside, for a while,
Particularly ones of Group,
All Manufactured by "elite" an ignorance to reconcile,
A dastardly incensed minority,
Destruction a recipe for their rank..and file,
of a toxic and insidious soup,
Plotting planning from within
A dank rotten and riddled carcass entity,
Lies in angst ridden, wicked And flailing stench to blame
Behind veiled prison its minions hide,
Use of an external matrix game
A feigned nucleus for outside,
Of Humanity, therefore every man, woman and child,
Natural Truth and Natural Law are not and could not ever be to blame,
Nature, an almost silent piety, ever giving kind and mild,
The Natural beauty of our World its name,
Has suffered through constant anxiety,
To one day be released
from possession,
a marcarb emblematic walled Trophy obsession,
In cretinous treasonous bastard's Hall..
of heinous undeniable and awkward shame,
Indefinitely, behind this
obvious veil
Originally most inhabitants here,
were seemingly, invariably though quite sane
It therefore really does beg
the question, once more, to relearn once again..Man's role,
To premise this if you can,
Never questioning to falter or to fail,
God's Providence recaptures All,
Our mind's genuine faculties
and Soul
On Earth can Sanity ever Prevail..?
Kurt Hubbard-Beale
16th February 2022
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Boots, Love, and Alien Diplomacy
My love is five five, a sturdy delight,
With eyes like warm coffee just kissed by the night.
His hair oh, it's brown, but wait, there's a glint,
Silver like stardust, a celestial hint.
A soldier, he stands with a mission in mind,
So set in his ways, he's a rare, stubborn kind.
His socks hide a secret, though not so discreet,
Dear God, those are feet I just don’t want to meet.
He says certain phrases that rattle my brain,
Like “irregardless” I twitch from the strain.
But then he appears with my door swung wide,
Pulls out my chair like a 1940s guide.
He’s not one for roses or moonlight or art,
But somehow, this man has completely my heart.
He’ll wrestle the monsters that lurk in my head,
And still keep the Wi-Fi and toddlers both fed.
He parents with strength and a soft, steady hand,
Though he once tried to “fix” me with duct tape and sand.
He’s mine and he’s real and he’s terribly true
A man who’s got honor, and barbecue too.
But one night it shifted this poem takes a turn,
Because love isn’t boring, and neither’s this burn.
Aliens landed right there in our yard,
Demanding Earth's leader, their tone pretty hard.
My soldier stood firm, in his socks full of holes,
And challenged their captain in Intergal roles.
He argued for Earth with his militant pride,
While I rolled my eyes from the passenger side.
They said, “We’ll spare Earth, we can see he’s devout,”
Then winced as he shouted his catchphrase, “No doubt!”
They flew off in fear his feet made them flee,
And somehow, he’d saved both the planet and me.
So here is my ode to the man that I love,
More grounded than gravity, stars up above.
He may not recite Shakespeare under the moon,
But he’ll fight off invaders and grill me a spoon.
A hero. A father. My foot funky knight.
A man who won’t kiss but will hold me so tight.
So hold my breath for romance? Okay, that’s a chore
But he’ll open the car door, and I couldn’t want more.
MEDIA AND TECHNOLOGY
_*Dafina Catens
Welcome to media
Where been single is proposing to everyone
Asking for help will get more likes than comments
Fake news will be made true
The new catch will always be someones ex
And the best friend will always betray you
Welcome to media
Where your followers are your enemies
Where money will make all women slay
Where we post to attract friends and sweet comments
Welcome to media
Where a daughter and her mother are fighting for the same man
Where a phone will charge in use
Where all phones open by fingerprints and facial
Where success is posting your inner life to be known
Where marriage is a competition between evil and holy
Welcome to media
Where heaven is on earth
Where Jesus and God can argue
Where the dead can make jokes and entertain us
Where immorality is the key over success
Where we met friends we end up killing us
Where we learn to be criminals from people we dont know
Welcome to media
Where a father is preying on her own daughter
Where the cities are against the rural lives and beliefs
Where parents take us to school to please the neighbours
Where marriage is for lovers irregardless of the tribe and clan
Its media where you will lose your own money to someone making money without jobs,
Welcome to media your sister is your lover
Education is no longer the key to success
Welcome to media
Where we choose our own religion to win
Where having more women is riches
Where happiness is when you are spreading Hiv and advertising
Where your body is harmed to succeed
Welcome again to media where everything is going to change
Where you will be lost in moral and principles
Where you will be posted after suicide
Where jokes will be laid over serious issues,
Where hatred among people comes
Welcome new comer you are not late to learn
Writeupbydafinacatens
Instafollow@dafinacatensartpieces.
Dear. mear president, I am a canadian citzen with a handful of concern, i listen to
music often being an obsessive compulsive individual (one that has gone
misdiagnosed for 13 years) and have found my first middle and last names to be
titles of songs, as with my birth day, month, and year, I have written letters to dr.
phil, Oprah, and Doctor Oz about my situation where i feel i have no human rights,
the right to my person, nor the right to do my civic duty without being penalised, i
word it in their letters that i have been tortured by malpractice, however mr
president, i have seen something on the internet that has upset me, the other day i
clicked a link on a site known as x- tube and saw what i thought was a boy ( a child)
being raped, not sure who to tell as canada does nothing to aid the resolution of
internet crimes, as i have been victom of many, phishing scams, and compromised
accounts, i left a link somewhere where i thought someone might notice it, ironicly,
no one did.
http://www.poetrypoem.com/forgetfulintentions
http://www.myspace.com/meaning_of_life69
http://www.youtube.com/imcallingjapan
im aware no one even knows what the military is doing anymore, 30 years of war,
you will find in one of my writings i have won the war, it is up to you to win the
battle, the day the world goes into the city streets to chant world peace this
summer, will make history, irregardless of what happens.
thanks for reading my letter, from a wartorn man whose grandfathers fought in
previous wars
I Come Before You Lord It's YOU That I NEED by James Edward Lee Sr.
Lord I come before you,
blinded by the darkness
Fallin into the valley
I Come Before You Lord It's YOU That I NEED
Lord I come before you,
blinded by the darkness
Fallin into the valley
I Come Before You Lord It's YOU That I NEED
Lord help my blinded eyes speak
Lord help my blinded eyes to speak
I call you and there's no answer
I Come Before You Lord It's YOU That I NEED
I look for you and your no were to be found
I call you and there's no answer
You are not around
I Come Before You Lord It's YOU That I NEED
But irregardless you show me
I am the problem
That I need to take my closed hands from my mouth
Take those same hands off my ears, mind and heart
Open wide let you in to sup
God it's you whom I need
Lord it's you that I need
Won't you please allow me???
I Come Before You Lord It's YOU That I NEED
Lord I come before you,
blinded by the darkness
Fallin into the valley
Lord I come before you,
blinded by the darkness
Fallin into the valley
Lord help my blinded eyes speak
Lord help my blinded eyes to speak
Lord it's you that I need
Won't you please allow me???
I am the problem
That I need to take my closed hands from my mouth
Take those same hands off my ears, mind and heart
Open wide let you in to sup
God it's you whom I need
Lord it's you that I need
I Come Before You Lord It's YOU That I NEED
12/02/17
What is this world?
I don’t know it at all.
How do I choose food?
Remember to lock my door?
I’m not made for these times.
Conversation engaged my mind.
Silence takes me down hard.
I want to smell water in the air,
see it expansive and blue.
Seems like it was all peace now.
Remembering.
No bitterness, no fighting.
I resist this new way deeply.
And I know I was on a roller coaster
every day back there.
Had to fight to get my point across
or to defend my heritage.
A life which revolved around pine trees
is at the very least - oxygenated.
This isn’t easy for me
taking buses when I can’t remember
where they stop or what time.
Often, I get off at the wrong place
and find myself in trouble.
For the dark nights in pouring rain
coming up the mountain in his car.
To have those chats, to eat dinner together
my juice watered down with ice water.
He was the one who closed up the house
to some degree when we’d leave
but it never needed much it was so huge.
The kitchen alone was as big
as my new place entirely.
How many drawers....bins....cabinets
there were to store things I didn’t
ever even use once.
So easy then. A dishwasher. Ice cubes.
The car to place my purse on the seat
next to me and my drink in the spot.
Couldn’t see it coming just like my marriage.
Impossible to imagine a life other than that.
But, in both cases, it happened
irregardless.
I’m frightened. What am I doing here?
The Day My Uncle Died...
I was thinking about the smile on my uncle’s face….
This was a before he would “leave this place."
I'll never forget the words shortly before he died.
The more I thought about it, the more I cried.
He said, "you know Jimmy I wish I got to know you better."
I never received another phone
call or even a letter.
A few days later he was ready to go to a funeral.
But it was also him who received a burial.
I was shocked and amazed as to what happened.
The events took place. There was no way
I could "stop them."
Memories I had were from many years ago.
I often think about him. And I do miss him so!
I suppose many don't take the time to realize...
How quickly life passes...
Then someone dies.
Perhaps there's someone in your
life you can think of…
There's been a situation that you're
embarrassed to "speak of/"
A harsh word said, and angry thought was spoken.
And soon your relationship has been "broken."
This may be a good time with this person to spend.
Irregardless if they're what you'd call a "friend."
Everyone is important to God who reigns above.
We need to be filled with his mercy and love.
The person you haven't seen shall one day disappear...
The days are short... Our journey's end is so near!
May God speak to our heart and help us to see...
Where will you and I be spending our eternity???
By Jim Pemberton
“These are the times that try men’s souls. The summer soldier and the sunshine patriot will, in this crisis, shrink from the service of their country; but he that stands by it now, deserves the love and thanks of man and woman. Tyranny, like hell, is not easily conquered; yet we have this consolation with us, that the harder the conflict, the more glorious the triumph.” --Thomas Paine
In these times, I no longer feel comfortable
in my own skin.
I am, fighting an inner-mind battle, becoming
more cynical,
skeptical,
and saddened by
the crisis of this present generation
with whom I cannot identify.
In the America I knew, the America of my youth,
no one would have seriously considered
challenging the will of fellow-Americans
at the ballot box ...
to breach the hallowed halls of Congress
would have been unconscionable ...
no, unthinkable!
The America I knew, the America of law and order
would hold the offender accountable,
irregardless of high station,
would never countenance incitement
to riot against our democracy itself.
The tyranny of our time is, apparently, mob rule.
As Paine said, “...like hell, [it] is not easily conquered;”
But conquer we must
if we are to restore order,
if we are to become, once again,
the America we know and love.
god temporarily assigned a superior
you would know him as life
here to teach the meaning behind the whole thing
Due to the fact god has no god
he needs to have the experience of finding himself
in a similar way that we find god
Until god finds himself
our society as his reflection
will look upon our own innocence with misunderstanding
left to question those who are condemning
the very thing missing from their lives
the realisation may occur he did not keep mankind pure
and he had victomised the only one true reflection of himself
with the devil of guilt needing to be exorcised from your creater
holding himself hostage by his own misunderstandings
he will eventually look back at his experience
see it in another light
and the mindset of sin upon mankind's shoulder
will be blown away
at that point mankind has offered god a choice
and as mans plan to surprise their maker
to relieve him from his soo called tarnished image
we have a plan of good will
where irregardless he choses the right thing
an attempt to help god out of a destructive cycle
we all came here to offer support
I am predicting a heavenly breakthrough
that revolves around the cycle of life
something he created with a great purpose...
one that has yet to have been fulfilled
Eventually this will end the war of all wars
of our worlds