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Oh Spirit of Love; lost ... far, and apart; away from any abundant freedom,
genuinely aeolian, without-You, soiled, sick, dying-naked cold alone-lost, this is all
of me broken of-heart; everything I can-give, here I am, please, pick-me-up
embrace me carry me onward upon this awakening.
Gentle lullaby of truth so divine my Sweet Phonation of Grace Faithful Father,
Keeper of all Your Words Holy; e'er, Regal, Valiant; Just ... . Brilliant Morning-
Sunshine excuse-Yourself as judge in view of my-irreverence complete; (blind) ...
uphold me in this hope; welcome me in Your warmth move me along further than-
ever-alone, could I.
Befriend me shower-Your-light, all the way-down, into the barren; valley ...
of-my-soul. Wash-me relieve me of my retched self, that I may begin ...
(for You only to live).
(Yes Lover, of my life (clothe-me)) cover me moreover in this certainty))),
find me well within Your mercy illuminated high, upon the beauty; of Your gape.
So ... that being-restored, entire, delivered (in all my joy secured there in
Peace through You for the remainder of my days, here ... and beyond);
I know it will be then; for me, when received, in true liberty ... Your
perfect comfort (my soul ... may eternally abide-with-You,
in rest).
and as I Ponder-
anything-acquired-monetarily,
is but momentary ... . ~
~ In surrendering everything of oneself
to The-Almighty, the-certain-peace-and-
joy; the-liberty attained thereafter;
is-a gift; everlasting ... ! ~
~ So when to ponder this life and my position,
and my importance and priority amid the essence of life,
the vision. A broader idea one in nature to picture and open and one righteous,
of the one ever prominent and freely given, permanent fixture? (I do now believe,)
to answer this one question of three. A question of three, and one more and better of a
proposition of the same kind must there be. So for when to ask myself? I know it depends,
on what foundation do I stand upon, and where does my treasure lie,
and in whom do I place these visions of all my hope? Before when to pass on,
I'm brought to lay my tired soul on down to rest in peace forever,
within the open arms, of God...? ~
Ever since I experienced being significantly monetarily sidelined...
(how about that topic for a change of pace?)
Yes back to getting walloped, decked
and clubbed courtesy cold hearted brute,
who casually, glad handedly, and royally
flushed out mine tailored pricey suit
wherein every pocket
once stashed, and lined with loot.
Ever since scamming imbroglio
(three weeks ago today -
July eleventh two thousand twenty three)
yours truly, a formerly
happy go lucky wordsmith
immune to the plethora
of devious shenanigans
courtesy predacious traitors
to the bywords of honesty and integrity
scamper away with laundered money.
Mine fantasy modus operandi to cope
regarding falling prey
to hoax gullible guy
to surrender crisp greenbacks
entrapment like a dope
no matter poet of Penn Valley
at the end of his figurative rope,
when fraudsters shill and scope
out crosshairs stunning
persons exhibiting naïveté
the following escapist ploy adopted.
E'er since I (a reincarnated cavalier
or gentleman snubbed
by sought after Southern Belle)
at night suicidal ideations
visit psyche as haunting spectre
sublimated death wish
permeates thru mine every cell
courting the grim reaper
to carry me back to carry
me back to Old Virginny,
where lovely bones
of me Confederate ancestors dwell
upon bloody fields farewell
to arms and legs
mounted battlefields when groundswell
of internecine warfare
made life on earth
wind and fire created a living hell
he who fleeced me
vengeance doth impel
to imagine him gunned down
as enemy numero uno.
Moribund courtesy online heist
me entire being feels
chopped, minced, and appallingly diced,
hence no surprise
sheepishly admitting to ewe
how yours truly still feels blue
aghast at passivity prevailed
how grievousness flourishes
checking and savings accounts
frankly zapped analogous
how David regarding Goliath he slew,
yet impossible mission
to know your enemy
with absolute zero details,
cuz the fly by night scamp
flat out sold pack of lies
of course I voluntarily
must admit straightaway and true
mine fingers converted cash
to bitcoin currency
yet entranced, kickstarted, seduced
as Harvey Specter
did courtesy sotto voce woo.
I had just reached the summit of the mountain;
The final reward for my four hour hike up the steep terrain.
There was still snow in abundance at the peak
Even though the summer sun bathed me in light from the cloudless sky.
The sweat, in which I was fully drenched,
Was turning cold against my aching body once I sat down for a rest and a view of the wondrous landscape below.
Each deep breath I inhaled further cleansed my soul; further restored my spent energy.
I sat and contemplated.
Even though I was alone, atop this glorious mountain;
Even though I passed no other hikers along the trail on which I labored for four hours;
Even though I was so high up, I could not make out any signs of human life in the miles and miles of God’s green earth that stretched out before me down below;
I somehow felt less lonely here than I do when I walk amongst the hordes of people in a mall;
Or, sit in a crowded theater;
Or, stand on the train because there are no seats left upon which to sit;
Or, walk the hallways of an office building full of employees just waiting for the time to go home.
At the same instance, while in awe of the beauty in the scenery I took in,
I felt so miserably insignificant and yet, so magnificently important.
My legs ached. My heart pounded. My feet throbbed. My back tightened. And, I had never felt better in all my life.
I sipped water from the bottle that accompanied me up the mountain.
I ate the power bar with the knowledge that going back down is no easy proposition.
I watched the sun slowly get closer to the distant horizon.
And, I smiled. And, I cried.
Then, it came time to head back down.
I felt like I was leaving my best friend on my way back to prison to finish out my sentence:
Found guilty of having accumulated debts that must be paid;
Found guilty of having responsibilities demanding my attention;
Found guilty of embarking on a career path that rewards me monetarily while sucking away the spirit of my soul.
But, I will be back. Not to this same mountain, but certainly to this same state of mind on another peak.
This is my rehabilitation. This is my church. This is my salvation.
War Is...
War is unkind to servicemen, women, animals, flora, fauna, nature's terrains, seas, atmospheres, and everything else
War is unjust and unethical to everyone
War is the slaughtering of innocent young and old men and women of both sides which are fighting for their leader's version of freedom, or simply protecting themselves from so called enemies
War is fought on both domestic and forgein lands
War is authorized and legalized mass murder of both sides
War is an inevitable necessity evil in order to be free
War is beyond expensive monetarily, mentally, physically, psychologically, death stats, and causality states versus survival stats
War is heartbreaking, heart-wrecking, and heart-wrenching, to the servicemen, to the parents, lovers, wives, husbands, and children of servicemen on both sides
War is caused by several different variables usually for economic and territorial gain
religion, Nationalism, revenge, Civil War,
revolutionary, being defensive, ethnic cleansing and other ideological mass killings, globalism, world domination, and so many others
War is fought by young and old men and women as either draftees, or volunteers
War is ugly
War is horrific
War is traumatic
War is dramatic
War is psychologically scarring
War is terrifying
War is brutal
War is common
War is unpopular
War is propagated
War is hated
War is detrimental
War is immoral
War is sometimes manufactured
War is unpreventable
War is fighting for your and their commander-in-chief's ideologies whether you like it or not
War is glorified
War is sometimes created by opposing forces in order to gain something from one another
War is everything I mentioned above and so much more
War is not a favorite of mine, however, as United States Navy veteran and having lots of veterans in my family as well there is no harm in honoring and respecting the young and old men and women who died in war for us, and those that didn't die in battle but still served in the military for all of us!
Red hot chili pepper poker face...
Born that way angry antithetical
mailer daemon when...
all of Christendom bows their collective
talking heads in supplication,
a temporary truce and reprieve
against bigotry, deviltry, idolatry (nah),
et cetera across the nation.
Yuletide pageant merry doth go round
where credo, ethos, and
faith no more jinxes webbed, wide world,
nevertheless soul asylum limned courtesy
peace on earth and goodwill
toward all men sentiment
sacrilegious to bully,
fully sully mankind's divine holiness,
and present disgrace to human race
in the dolled guise of heretic
quasi analogous to a matador ramrod ready
to Catch Bull at Four in a China shop
gored when muleta waved -
courtesy matador incited Bos Taurus
both fuming, fretting, foaming, et cetera
even the spectators
frothing at the mouth with lather
while smartphones captured tableau
frozen in time photo touched up
stripping bare every bloody
last vestige of cruelty
toward a gregarious animal
exclusively a domestic species
males genetic propensity
culled, goaded, likened as fearsome beast,
synonymous when anonymous nasty brute
fomented enormous disaster
monetarily eviscerated yours truly
an online scamming assault,
the repercussions I still forced to wage
depredations living hand to mouth
quaffing caustic acidic ale,
a cunning prankster did stage
comparable to kindle figurative
ringed fire of rage
within my still smoldering belly –
coalescence fuels tinder
while financial security riven
and rent asunder
severely dislocating, hobbling,
paralyzing vertebrae constituting
gray and white matter, appearing
in a cross-section as H-shaped gray matter
surrounded by white matter,
whereat the gray matter consists
of the cell bodies of motor
and sensory neurons,
interneurons, and neuropils
(neuroglia cells and mostly
unmyelinated axons).
Economic Disparity created during the Corona Phase
Death equalizes all at the end
But sufferings are hugely different.
There cannot be any comparison
Between the daily wage earners like
Vegetable vendors, itinerant traders
And the white collar employees;
While millions have lost their jobs and vocation
Some are fed and nourished at home
Jobs at the organized sector stands secured
Their presence or absence in the office is the same.
Slack in performing duties they seek
Excuses on situational abnormalities
They look the other way
When millions lose their lives and livelihood
Get poverty stricken without help in time.
Corona situations make the poor poorer.
Rendering them further poor by doling them pittance
Leaders secure better positions in the next election process
Corona becomes the Crown on their heads.
Crowned they appear the greatest saviors
Police becomes the most active coordinators.
Digitally run are the big business houses, corona blessed
Common traders, artisans lose their bread in corona market.
Most are suffering economically including the Governments
Some are going up fabulously, going to reach or reached
The richest global spot monetarily;
573 billionaires added during the two years
Fishing in troubled age of coronavirus
As it will push 263 million more into poverty in this year.
Biggest five energy companies favored by authorities
Became the largest profiteer earning $2600 per second
Their sharing must be the biggest as selected.
I know at least this.
She's a collie/chow mix.
I don't know however which parent was which,
but if I had the resources, I'd do this.
By all definition My Tasha Girl is a mongrel, a mutt to much of society.
Maybe I'm to close but when I look at her I see a radiant, beautiful pure breed so unique.
I don't know if it would make any difference one way or the other
which dog should be the father and which parent should be the mother,
put if I only had enough property and money
about the size of the average wildlife sanctuary
with an unending trust fund to provide this forever monetarily,
I'd create a community of a very special most beautiful breed
with enough partners to insure no in breeding.
I would breed a pure breed of the dog I always have and always will love
and I would deem the name of this unique breed as The Tasha Dog.
Collie's, Chows and Tasha dogs would be able to freely roam
anytime in there protected, barricaded, massive sanctuary home.
I'm sure that I'd sell some or give some to kind loving homes.
Even if none were ever adopted they'd always all have their sanctuary home.
The Tasha dog would appear and be as loving as my precious, sweet Tasha Girl used to be,
even though none of the pure breeds are remotely related to she.
No Tasha dog would be a descendant of she.
Tasha would simply have been the inspiration to create such a magnificent breed.
If only I could do this I know I would live and one day die happily
because I played a role in preserving My Sweet Precious Tasha's memory
which will go on forever for as long as we continue to breed her very unique breed.
BILLYtheKidster's Tasha Dog Sanctuary.
It will never happen, but hell, I can still dream.
EMBARRASSED
AND SOMEWHAT ASHAMED
IT BEST DESCRIBES THE MOMENT
THEN WHICH IS NEITHER
PRESENT OF FUTURE
IS SUBJECT TO
BEING OPPOSED
IT IS HOW IT IS
TO THE DISCRETION OF THE HOST
THE PRIZE WILL REWARD
HE WHO MEETS THE CHALLENGE
THAT THE CONTEST IS TO RECOGNIZE
THE TWO IN OPPOSITION
TO MAKE HER PRIZE IN SUCH DEALINGS
WORDED FRICTIONED BABBLINGS
SORTED THROUGH IN GOSSIP
PROMOTED BY THOSE WHO WISH
TO INSPIRE TROUBLE
THAN IN OPPOSITION OF BEING
PART OF THE MAKINGS
WHO SHALL MAKE RULES FOR COMBATANCE
THEY SEPERATE THEIR SELVES FROM
WHEN THOSE THAT I LOVE MAKE
FRIENDS WITH MY ENEMY THAN I AM UNLOVED
AND THOSE WHO SUPPORT THE GOSSIP MAKE
THEMSELVES MY ENEMY
ONLY A FOOL WILL SUPPORT THE GOSSIP OF HIS
SITUATION
IT ALLOWS AN UNCARING CROWD TO WISH YOU IN FIGHT
WHAT TROUBLES ARE FIGURED FROM BRAWLING
UNLESS IT IS SUPPORTED MONETARILY
WHAT RULES REGULATES
THE CONTRACTILE SCIENCE OF
PROMOTION
BOUNDED BY THE TOGETHERNESS OF
A LOVE OF CERTAINATED TYPES OF FIGHT
MIGHT THEY BOX, WREST, JUDO, OR COMBINE
THESE EFFORTS IN A SEQUENCE OF DETAILED STYLING
WITHOUT THE FRUSTRATED EFFORTS OF BRAWLING
Shopping alone
It was raining, she didn't want to go out
watching the funeral of a famous singer
the mourning took all day, playing him
singing when he had hair and was youngish
I drove to the supermarket that had
indoor parking.
the car found its own way to the spot
reserved for the invalids, put her
walking stick near the car window, so
everyone could see the person's car
was legally parked, and in case someone
watched me, I and walked unsteadily
to the entrance of the market
On my list, was a tin of peas, I found the shelf
grabbed a tin, and by doing so three more tins
fell to the floor, I pretended it had nothing
to do with me and walked to the fruit
section looked at my note 5 bananas
There is a cluster of bananas, to get five
I had to wrestle them loose damaged
two bananas I also forgot to weigh the fruit
and put the price on a plastic bag
I picked up a sweet bucket of low-fat yogurt
it had a plastic handle when lifting it
the handle broke.
Among many things, she had wanted a bottle
of beer, there were many bottles on a shelf
to be safe I picked the first bottle in
the line, the one alone to avoid knocking down
other bottles
By now I was low on blood sugar, nerves and
diabetes go hand in hand
At the til I paid with cash, a card was out I would
forget the code monetarily
I have four pockets in my trousers, two side
pocket, two in the back
My wallet is always in the last pocket I try
Finally, I put my shopping in a new paper bag
by opened too abruptly it broke, but they kindly
gave me another bag
In the car, I was safe, ate some sweets and
drove out with alacrity
My assets run to billion
I hold maximum bullion
I am great in my opinion
To God, I am one in trillion!
Money is in my possession
But, I hold no affection
I cure not World's infection
I offered none any protection
I am dominated by greed
I hold more than my need
In my mind has grown weed
I do none any good deed
I am extraordinarily selfish
Great wealth, I can furnish
My desires don't diminish
I ever hold an earning wish
I supply empty words to all
I attend not to distress call
I value monetarily each pal
Only for money, I do ever fall
I grow bigger and bigger
Not helping a beggar
I work to earn with vigor
I beat in ferocity a tiger
Money alone I love to save
I have become its slave
I am submerged in its wave
I very selfishly try to behave
My doors are for the poor closed
My assets are by papers disclosed
My fame is by magazines composed
Great respects are upon me imposed
My donations are just blindly given
I create for myself a false Heaven
I never even look at the helping Sun
I decide that I am created to get fun
My life faces gladly all tomorrows
I know not the meaning of sorrows
My wealth unbelievably grows
But, my scope for Heaven narrows
My life is led in the midst of money
Even God appears to me to be puny
World's problems appear to be tiny
No doubt, my life is damn sunny
When the day of end arrives
Everything leaves our lives
Our good act surely thrives
A noble soul sacredly survives.