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No one is wiser than God
I can't trade no more in ignorance
While I can see the light
I can't walk no more in shame
When I can stand for my self
Why will I look up
To a dying world
For my redemption
Does a dead man speak
Show me one please
If I am truth full to life
I must be one of the living
Cos the world has been
Casted in a pool of a deep
Destruction
Is funny to live in a world
With tittle gods of different
Doctrines of shames
A world were humans
Can't even difine it origin
But could prove a guess
From their perfect master
Under a manipulative truth
Yet at last
We return not better
We leave to go back
To confusion
Despite the master
Claims he is perfect
To lead his blind people
Still agony
Never depart from
The midst of humans
And that speaks alot volume that
No one is wiser than God
Not even the most perfect master
desperate heart
A desperate heart
is a confuse mind
a confuse mind
has no good to offer
no good can come out
from a mind unstable
so never can unstable leaders
create for us this stable
dreams of freedom
we always desire
desperate heart
a desperate heart
is a greedy mind
a greedy mind
is a wicked soul
no wonder this men
on top of our authorities
are not far from stealing and
rooting our resources out
from our reach
cos they never care about us
there vision
is all for there greed
as is obvious in there mission
the desperate heart
is a blind soul
a blind soul
is uneasy fellow
a blind soul don't see
what is good or best
for today to achieve a
better tomorrow
our governments are blind
they are only desperate for
power and money
they are so blind to see our needs
either can they see our struggles
desperate heart
a desperate heart
is a manipulative fellow
who cares only on how
to profit by just lies
and deceit
a manipulative fellow
loves illusion
no wonder we still
under the control of
our manipulative leaders
who don't care
about all that is of good
to our society
Instead as they pretend
to care
they only manipulate our
mind in a way for us
to see the bad good
and the good bad
To steal; to kill; to destroy ; three deathly traits of ‘the evil one’.
Nothing to negotiate or discuss; no bomb threats and timelines.
The stages and steps to total annihilation had begun, bathed in hate.
The evil plot was so manipulative that some of its players were uninformed.
There was the element of surprise and the execution of the unthinkable.
I have a hope that ‘Evil” shall someday finish last, and meet its demise!
We desperately wanted to believe that mortals are inwardly paved with goodness
Our hopes took wings with the fall of The Iron Curtain; but that was short lived.
We insist that given the right spark, mankind will explode into showers of love flames.
However, human history is replete with inhuman conflagrations of massive madness.
The quest for freedom is a God infused desire, but forever at war with ruthless haters.
I have a hope that “Evil” shall someday finish last, and meet its demise!!
It too was a day of infamy causing endless shock and awe around the world
Only an evil person or institution would inflict so much pain on the innocent.
Evil seeds of fear and brainwashing cause mortals to unleash damnable devastation
Strange weapons of war with guided missiles; not remotely, but manually controlled.
Were our heads in the sand, denying that ‘evil’ has no concept of togetherness and unity?
I have a hope that “Evil” shall someday finish last, and meet its demise!!!
Never again was America and the rest of the world to be the same
Will mankind ever unite in brotherhood and stop inflicting so much pain?
Will tomorrow’s evils that loom ahead make yesterday's evils seem tame?
Today’s kings, rulers, and leaders must ‘make the call’ that this is not a game.
Only this and God’s mercy can prevent the repeat of using jumbo planes as missiles.
I have a hope that “Evil” shall someday finish last, and meet its demise!!!!
07052016 PS Contest, Evil Is Everywhere by Brian Davey
We lost a special guy
Worked secretly as a spy
Sean Connery was his name
Acting smooth in a manipulative game
Taking a character from literature
Making it good looking using a moving picture
Getting attention
Using the latest invention
That was not a flying car
Whose driver is still a living star
Appearance very calm
Stating many times Bond, James Bond
Like a good Scottish Brit
Displayed the powerful stiff upper lip
Shaken not stirred
Sending a message not needing to say a word
Traveling the world
Next to the latest cover girl
Some good some bad
This film fantasy was truly the cinema fad
Tonight, Sir Sean could be on the prowl
Seeking out enemies being foul
Maybe Pussy Galore
On the heavenly Casino floor
Having English Breakfast with Sir Roger Moore
Which results in both Bonds being shown the angelic door
Now talking about placing gold on the finger
Could be the record hit by the well-known singer
All artists working together
Presenting a blockbuster peaceful action pack letter
Explaining the well-groomed leading man
Waving a heroic hand
When taking the adventurous stand
Good night
My fine theatrical knight
You put up a winning fight
Giving the written vision a proud visual sight
Leaving a dreamer author eternal might
The eyes from which I see have no clarity, no vision, no view
Distortion, these eyes blinded by confusion
Blinded by you
You are the mirage when one's thirsty, the dark shadows in the night
Medusa, stone killer of the heart
What I see I just can not believe, but it's true
The Evil B!?%H in you
Fairy tale maker, love faker, all with a smile
Hollow eyes in a trance of your enjoyment, yes enjoyment
For you are only truly happy at those times
Times of chaos, times of destruction
Why am I wasting this time with you
Nothing will ever change, do you know why?
The Evil B!?%h in you
Your truth of you, mouth of dirt only wants to hurt, hurt, hurt
This is the only time you really feel alive, when you thrive
What is it you want or trying to prove
You want to be respected but rarely give it
You want to be intelligent and so manipulative
but you are only manipulating yourself into
The Evil B!?%h in you
This is what I see, and it's hard to believe
To believe that it's all real, that it's happening
That you are so serious in your conviction
Your conviction to be all the things you think you are not
But I do see, do you know what I see?
The Evil B!?%h in you.....
bmdavey23@07/28/22
The spark of trouble finds its home,
In hearts that like to stir and roam.
An instigator, quiet, still,
Is master of a hidden will.
They do not throw the first granite stone,
But leave the seed for us to own;
They craft a tale, they plant a doubt,
Then turn to watch it play all out.
They hunger for a sense of might,
To control the turning of the light.
Perhaps a boredom, cold and deep,
A harvest that they love to reap.
To see the chaos start to bloom,
And feel the weight within the room,
While they stand back, untouched, serene,
The monster inside the whole machine.
They weave a thread of "truth" so thin,
It draws the unsuspecting in.
A whispered word, a knowing look,
A page torn from a private book.
"I thought you knew," they softly say,
To nudge the pieces into play.
They hold their hands above the fray,
While others tear the peace away.
They never own the fire they light,
They only fuel the darkest night.
But to kill the flame and end the game,
You must refuse to speak their name.
Bring what they hide into the sun,
Demand the source; ask for the one
Who spoke the lie—demand the proof,
And watch them crumble ‘neath the roof.
Stand firm and cold, a quiet wall;
Do not let rumors rise or fall.
If they approach with tales of spite,
Just turn away and end the night.
When they are starved of all the feed,
They lose the power that they need;
Refuse the bait, the hook, the line,
And watch their foolish influence decline.
Two faces; two juxtaposed deportments; two qualities;
On one hand, past pains; on the other, future jollities
Janus, the Roman god of progress and dualities
Dwells with keys of the door, gate, and threshold formalities
I have it. Each one has. One is true. The other is false.
Safe like love and hope; heard-earned treasure-like brings many walts
Springing like hemlocks from mental mud insecurities
Brings manipulative and deceptive impurities.
Trust erodes; communion corrodes; inner turmoil is born.
With anger, fear, and sadness, equilibrium is torn.
Vocation is jeopardized; calm communion is curtailed;
Energy and synergy quirks and smirks are veiled and failed.
Confidence, compassion, and creativity are must.
Together with honesty, loyalty, love, hope, and trust
Learning from the past and flourishing into the future
And living and letting live be our monistic nature
"Small Wars in Paradise"
A small war in paradise
where the walls
are dripping
hearts pinned
with golden words
A ghost behind
the eyes of a Fate
shines a light
on the self-righteous
misinformed deux Moirai,
advocatus diaboli -
what remains,
The Devil’s Advocates
blinded in the eye
the dull intentioned
Assizes
Intervention
comes at a small cost
for the Soul
they think is lost
Tomorrow always delivers,
The Goods.
Small wars in Paradise
where sharp swords cut
blunt forked tongues
beating tattoos in time
to a betrayal of trust
a banshee assassin
it’s a relative choice
Won
Lost
A ghost behind the eyes
haunts the hallowed halls
of manipulative minds
holding black diamonds and spades
digging what was, is now dust
in both hands
bloodied,
murdering the past
one day at a time
slowly smiling
holding the crass dead
in a deep holed heart
now becomes the
smoking refined blunderbust
executing sentences
orchestral manouvres
in a dark knight mind
a banshee assassin
it’s a relative choice
The Woman Won
The Past Lost
all in good time...
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
"Tomorrow" / Ozzy Osbourne, Ozzmosis
https://youtu.be/isnqz-aJe4c
https://www.biddytarot.com/tarot-card-meanings/minor-arcana/suit-of-swords/knight-of-swords/
https://www.biddytarot.com/tarot-card-meanings/major-arcana/magician/
https://www.biddytarot.com/tarot-card-meanings/major-arcana/strength/
"A Tryal of Witches"/ Sydney University -
https://library.sydney.edu.au/collections/rare-books/online-exhibitions/modernity/tryal.html
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bury_St_Edmunds_witch_trials
Bury St Edmunds Witch Trials:
https://www.visit-burystedmunds.co.uk/blog/2018/bury-st-edmunds-witch-trials
https://famous-trials.com/salem/2059-pleadinnocent
https://famous-trials.com/salem/2031-accused
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kangaroo_court
LYRICS/ "Tomorrow", Osbourne.
https://genius.com/Ozzy-osbourne-tomorrow-lyrics
"....if I wanted your opinion..."
She was a vampire; we hung together for a while.
Not a drop of my blood dripped from her lips,
and yet, gradually my soul,
(that wise infant who has taken up
temporary residences in the hovel of my ego),
was sucked like a hapless Mayfly
under her brooding wings.
Little by little
she drained my youthful spirit away
with her 'pity me' hungers,
(a vicious need to bring everyone down
to her own level of misery).
Until
exhausted by her constant tales of woe
I drove a silver lining deep into her heart.
O how she screamed, as a ray of sunny daylight
shattered her sulky sucky-ness.
I left her there
dangling from those manipulative spiderwebs
of her self-loathing,
and fled
with my soulful man-child still intact.
Ah, Poet, Poet, if only I could become
A magical fly, to delve into your mind and soul,
To bring light to the chaos of your thoughts and feelings
That also upend my own being.
We wander aimlessly towards each other,
Yet we do not find, do not meet, do not touch serenely
To cling to one another and remain so, inseparable, unshaken.
I would love you like a dream, like a entwined story,
In which souls intertwine, merge,
To share from the sweet cup of love.
But my fiction is shattered by the man tormented
By carnal desires, who strives to awaken them in me,
Acting upon my mind like a Chinese water torture.
There's no need, for in bed He is the master,
Holder of the instrument that brings so much pleasure,
That a woman's body abandons itself willingly,
Its senses stirred, and when the weakest man becomes
The strongest and most manipulative master.
Nothing simpler. You can be loved this way,
And otherwise, or both at once,
Just don't mix them, for each has
Its own purpose and place,
They should support, not eliminate each other.
What are you afraid of?
Sipping the melancholy woven in poems,
Our thoughts, calm rivers under the moonlight,
Meet and unwind, share, support each other.
Ah, Poet, Poet, enshrouded in immortality,
Our souls travel like two wings of dreams,
Time binds us, splits us, entwines us
In elusive charms, in light and forgotten night.