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Can anybody tell me how they get over that synonym,
Missing.
I am unable to regulate my soul,
It doomed my thoughts, defeated
my entity, dictated the pleasure's
off me, to feel the Moment.
Missing, is my unique enemy,
has haunted me since my
children left our home,
dominated my shadow,
conditioned my brain,
provoked my tears,
drowned my vitality,
created my vindictiveness,
refusing to be optimistic,
allowing it to torment my
darkness, dictated my pain,
captivated by this unique
synonym, I sense it's tantrum
everywhere, how can I omit it?
anyone can help me? it was always
there, but I was not helpless,
I am today. Now
I was born with a heart, I cannot find it,
I am a bought slave with my own purchases,
how weak have I gone down the ladder lately,
how desperate have I allowed to be taken
for granted by the word Missing, why?
is aging doing all that? have I become
so wounded by giving up my strength.
When I was younger, I had ways to accept,
to understand, to not allow it to take over
my few remaining years, I was healthy,
strong, had aims, was in love, made love,
I used to go out, now left alone.
Deserted.
I used to visit my children, I felt alive,
healthy, even old it did not affect me
the way it does those days, loosing hope
of wanting to survive, it engulfs all my
existence, become so much stronger than
I am.
Missing, I am its slave, worst, intentionally,
allowing it to stab me, it blocks all my doors,
it imprisons me. I am in prison. Now.
Can someone come and get me?
I am not drinking, cooking, put make up,
dress or go out, paralyzed, under its feet,
no life, I beg like a beggar, I get no answer,
it destroyed my brain, my thoughts, my surreal,
destroyed all my tissues,
negative thoughts are born nowadays,
weakened my system, my strength
is drained.
I am a mother, Oh universe, it leaves me
breathless, weak, make me strong, I am hungry,
feed me, I am judgmental, forgive me, no patience,
angry, I am destroying myself, carry me to the ocean,
drown me intentionally before I become selfish,
I stopped being there for my children, I am helpless,
I need help.
It destroyed who I was, made me despise who I am,
Now.
Therese Bacha
31/5/2013
Step right up it's all the rage,
it's the dawning of a brand new age.
The wonderful world of Iron and Clay,
finally our time to shine, let's not delay.
Come get in line and get your chip,
you'll have the world at your fingertips.
Head or hand it's all up to you,
you'll be a brand new man, when we're through.
No more need for cards or cash to buy or sell,
just scan your head or hand, it will never fail.
With this tiny implant things will change,
the possibilities are just insane.
The whole world now we'll be able to track,
no lost children and that's a good fact.
Crime will plummet under this global plan,
it's hard to break the law without head or hand.
The medical wonders, too many to count,
with these devices your health is paramount.
We will be able to fix failing organs and missing limbs,
with electronic replacements built within.
All these things will extend your life,
a fountain of youth and no more strife.
All of your hand held devices at your command,
it's all in one, right in your head or hand.
Now this new age comes with faith as well,
no more talk about heaven or hell.
We will have heaven on earth it's true,
a regular garden of eden for me and you.
All religions and denominations will be as one,
a universal faith and a God that's fun.
Fire and brimstone will be no more,
come to our temple through the ecumenical door.
Your sins will be forgiven before they are committed,
the things in the Bible you don't like, just omit it.
We want the church to finally conform,
to this wonderful world and all its norms.
Our worship will be without constraints,
do what feels good, we are all saints.
No dress code needed in this place,
in fact nude is considered in good taste.
Political correction will be our doctrine,
no more punishment for those who sin.
We will not worship things unseen,
but an idol once thought to be obscene.
Now I think we've sold you on our vision,
to come together as one, without derision.
Man has finally reached the summit
and become a god, that even God could covet.
" Beaware of false prophets, which come to you in sheep's
clothing, but inwardly they are ravening wolves. " - Matthew 7:15
Masses forming classes boarding:
Corral Gates of slaughter, hauling, sorting- human beings-aborting
our innocent(sons and daughters)
Bishops Queens and Cannon Fodder-
their crop of sheep sacrifice to image of the Beast
es cargo for the Elite Machine; of
Underground in plain site, lined
in Streets of Gold of their El Dorado deep-sites.
Our lives for sell, sold.
Titanic-transport of souls clandestine sport of spoil
Moonlight witches pissing on fertile soil
Mid-night
Their platform of unsee able points of light inconceivable blight
A ship of fools run ary
By heretics
making waves rushing blood-*** noise Vampires sucking dry
Kendrick and Cyborg sex ploys
Buoys and curls pinging toys waving
Bye to your rights
While your eyes are sewn tight
As celebrity whores say "come get me boys"
and the message boards are alight
Why are you so dead inside?
River Styx is taking you for a ride?
You'd be at 666 Flags if Apathy was water, water on the brain slide
The Final Frontier
The Motive is clear
You've been contacted by Demons
By the "Art of the Deal"
In the guise of...Behind the sky's
glove...chemical lines drawn by mechanical sky d(r)oves, to obscure the happenings above;writers on the storm exhausting their lies and Political heroic acts of altruistic "Love" the "Dragonborn." The Kingdom of Mourn.
A Game of thrones a game of bones non_chalantly thrown.
Hung in the balance, drawn and quartered by AI Phalanx algorithm.
Clouding the mind.
Not seeing flashing signs-
"*** poison kind ...of malice-flashing in neon."
Hiding behind crown Masons-ring brotherhood blood and chalice.
Unplugged radar, telethon tears.
Honing your sites ip and your fears, cook and rinse till juices run clear.
Till you are stuck in the hole with Alice.
Why are you so dead inside?
River Styx is taking you for a ride?
You'd be at 666 Flags if Apathy was water, water on the brain slide
Hide behind your tools
Crafty handiwork to snoop
On the people for the people
Of who?
Of the Media, spoonfed search-the Wickedpedia
Omit what doesn't fit, the narrative
and feed- -retrofit the needia
Face condoms up when what you
are touching is as unclean, as Cardi D and the itinerary of the beast, riding another beast,
biometrics and vaccine
She is a popular decadent aura.
Accusatory and crafty beginning with the Torah.
Debauched by nature
consumer of the spiritually immature.
Guided by licentious ways
she tries to plant her foot on the narrow path officially paved
for those who's steps are heavier than their burdens low
sparks of her anger smoothly flow
inquisitive to the point of doubt
concerned with wells of constant drought
she grows with pride
skins of scales for hide
not to seek
for she pretends to be meek
on the other side of the valley she peeks
screams cannot out weigh her cries when conquest
finally overcomes distress
vigilant and reticent customs provide gain over souls equal to spirits
oh please hear it
the Truth speaks
and detest those that reap
her harvest for it drives coerced children into adulthood
if you have not encountered her you will wish you would
only to make sure she is cast out to emit
and transmit
left out to omit
the fear of God must be present
and stay
for that gift last always
make sure that her emerald rays
do not guide your days
you must wish for obscurity
not enmity
that already exist from her slithering tongue more than a thief, or
a destroyer of man, a terminator of spirits lost through her lies
from ties a lover of cries
from kingdom gains
that remain
a missed target
still no regrets
she finds comfort by missing out on blessings
so she shuts the windows progressing
to the door
back down to the floor
she goes
and grows
to know
more of her followers that actually take out time to find her
just as Wisdom demands to be sought out
she too stands, on the streets to be bought out
with a price far less than fools gold
her value will never unfold
or produce,
but reproduce
non-efficient works and deception
from a mere conception
of haughtiness, a demoness
who is not loved
but covered with a glove
of rhinestones
and silent tones
yes she whispers louder than a lion's roar,
but choose to ignore
and begin to explore
a voice with the flow of many waters,
a King of many fathers
that do not become intimate with her and slowly walk past
not to become as grass
she cannot last
if you will simply let her pass
What have we learned?
What is our big 20/20 revision takeaway
from this win/lose
zero-sum failure?
To transparently cooperate
for our most inclusive win/win health
and long-term safety,
economic
and political
and social
and physical
and mental health
resilience
From my own observation,
probably colored
multihued and complexly patterned
by Integral Permaculture Design,
And Community Mediation
for restorative peace resolutions
in perennial win/lose retributive conflict situations,
clashes between conservative LeftBrain dominant
and liberal RightBrain interdependent cultures.
1. To optimize resilience
for at least the next seven generations,
the next 140 years,
bringing us to the year 2160
Here, on our cooperatively co-invested home planet,
we could choose to return to indigenous wisdom,
to include health and safety of our trees,
our neighbors,
rivers,
our soil
our water supply,
our green renewable energy resources,
our fresh and clean river valleyed breezes,
our plants,
our domestic animals,
our wild animal cousins
our sacred EarthMothers.
We do better when our healthy safe priorities
remain broadly contextualized,
less LeftBrain defensive boundaried,
broadening our ecosystemic spatial identities
and deepening our speciated individuation
back through monotheistic/panentheistic history
of this now troubling
post-millennial
StraightWhiteMale privileged
LeftBrain corporately dominant
relentlessly self-promoting
Anthropocene
Predicting unprecedented ecocide,
genocide,
rabid polarization,
economic divestment,
Earth Matricide
and overwhelming
streight white patriarchal political mistrust
During which no healthy democracy
could resiliently endure
as long as our infrastructure,
concrete
steel beamed
bricks and mortar,
budgets and financial planning,
Omit choosing cooperative win/win games
and ecofeminist green co-investment strategies
for health and safety
of our now excluded trees,
plants,
waters,
soil,
planet
EarthTribe
everyday multiculturing
sacredly resonant
creolization liturgies
of LeftBrain verbal co-intelligence
loving RightBrain co-empathic feeling
longing for
co-governing
co-invested
co-empowerment.
Just a definition of a word in many views.
In a day before the Great Summer came,
You counted pages and noted names.
1948 too late. In the other direction.
Missed they did when forgot a twist.oF8
~Don't you roll, Pie.man? With your WOman?
It's 195 x 3 again.
If the story is true, this penned elation,
prophecy speak via dispensation,
and the message read, only 'He' would know,
then where do you think you have to go?
The Great Sin that I can see is a sign in a time
when we were Free that we, abused ourselves.
Looking for a hell on Heavens shelves.
Looking for a battle on God's Plateau.
You took a book and declared to know.
But Omit you did, the Divine hellO
In timE, corrects, the knoW.
In the Light of sight I see,
searches incomplete in our history.
Counted One is all they did.
Assuming God's image to be of 'man'.
Making an ass out of them again.Amen to that.
As a Sum of God's image, there is everything
in which we live, from the trees to the grass,
creatures in mass, birds with wings and the
rain that sings to nourish us. Deep waters true
filled with blue and brimming with the image
of a written God too.
"Dispensation:
the relaxation of a law in particular circumstance"
~ shall we dance~
The action of
Administering,
Ordering,
Managing;
A system of
Principles,
Promises,
Rules ...
What do the books really know? To be defined as 'true'?
Used were words given as a gift, for 'Rules'.
And then as the Rulers too...
Have a fig... it's part of God V.TWO....
giF.t
And Newton? Well, he's a pretty smart cookie. ;)
So says the TV....
~Still staring down the twisted pillar I see?
~Beautiful is the Cornman's Bee.
~On The Apprentice, Amen called She.
A NOSE... knoWs does it not? 'Gentlemen'?
Little corn, little cobb, little oil for our Love...
of food! Yes, it's all good.
"Live long and prosper"
Includes all three, and the stoned
fourth corner is all you need.
1855 they said. lol I counted 19 instead.
8155 turned their heads.
5581 returned from the dead.
.... then seven years later, it was all okay.
One More.is starting the Day.
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Just a play on some words write here....
Form:
Circumstances...circumcising visions of premonitions
Orange sun shines on thousand seconds after dawn
Not that yesterday mattered anymore
Just so that you know, I'm sore...you're a bore and a flake...you're a fake and a whore...torn in tears...forlorn in fears...challenging them with cheers around here next to my family and friend peers
Understand I'm not ever alone...YOU SELFISH LITTLE B - nevermind...I ain't wasting my words on you...
Rage on a different page, hideously furious...in this cage of captivity...it's a pity you don't see the cuts on my wrists...conjuring crimson upon my bathroom floor...forevermore...fervently...forlorn...born to death now...somehow, lured in by shadows, who knows where the wicked wind blows...
Imagining you gone...imagine?
Noting this -- I have moved on -- where do i begin?
Get over it...Dave the Brave, I have my wits to be alit
Corny, but I'm illuminated, even intrigued by dull small talk because silence speaks louder and prouder than words, like birds, fluttering insanely...barely surviving and thriving...humility humps my mindset now...
raped by rue
i see you...
my, oh my
so much solitude and attitude of gratitude if only you knew...why...
omit the abyss...enter in, happiness
never exit in my mindset of eustress
organically awakened by October's Sabbathia moon...
not your so-called HalloweeN BS....
triggered.
hope you know i'm absurd...
eek! With or without you...I can speak...you don't know half i've been thru
delusional daydreamer I am...I am God's WANDERING, PONDERING AND SQUANDERING lamb...YES! I am...BAM! Got a problem that I'm as robust as a ram? Man...
oh, you are dashingly, abashingly skeptical of me? YOU'RE OBLIVOUS, u c?
oooh,
Rude...you say...you say today...
shut up...
true, listen...
empty...
Positively a door wide open without a key in it...my doorstep is dripping with blood...but, I wrap it with a handkerchief...Revelation revels through the realms of my roving mindframe....I'm not to blame...unhappiness just came...it locked me up into this game of shame...I'm not the same as you now see...I'm authentically...me...biblically...righteously...humbly me...no worries!
Here's the second part to my Crown of Sonnets.
It was not over - I knew it,
The scene at the movies - I'll omit,
After that - all was bright,
I knew I loved you - you were my light,
But I did not know - if I would fit,
You did not need - me the misfit,
But I was not ready - to give up the fight,
Still I made sure - that was alright,
Because of this - I refuse to quit,
My heart's the treasure - you're the bandit,
You had my life - at first sight,
This is why - it's so hard to write,
I cannot put - this onto paper,
And tell the story - to the reader.
And tell the story - to the reader.
I've tried my best - without censor,
To to tell what's happened - when, and why,
Well, all the things - that truly apply,
Through all my poems - you get a glimmer,
Of all the sweet - that destroyed the bitter,
Even so - I would never deny,
That some of this - made me cry,
But through this - I am stronger,
I can fight - for you longer,
It is not time - to say goodbye,
I will never say it - until I die,
This is for you - this is for me,
This is for what - we were supposed to be.
This is for what - we were supposed to be.
It may seem - a little corny,
I cant stop - thinking about this,
Right after - we shared our first kiss,
You were strong - yet goofy,
Your silly jokes - made me happy,
I knew right then - this was bliss,
It was too good - to just dismiss,
Seeing you daily - texting you nightly,
Made me feel - unusually wonderfully,
It's times like those - that I miss,
So all I do - is sit back and remiss,
They say smile - because it happened,
I will because - our bond's deepened.
I will because - our bond's deepened.
I don't know - for what I'm destined,
All I know is - I'll do what I can,
To follow His - special plan,
I will not cry - because it's ruined,
I will walk through - the doors we opened,
Stretching out - my entire wingspan,
You're more than just - any ol' man,
Against the rocks - on the mainland,
You were thrown - and soon toughened,
A tool of God - a small chessman,
You never hid - you never ran,
It's sad but you know - what you must do,
I sit in my room - waiting for you.
Oh my dear world wide second language, You're ruling the whole world obviously ,
Almost 85 countries have you as their mother tongue. And 55 countries are using you as a target language. The 26 alphabets are dominating the world's scenario , Your global influences make you as a dominant language, The non-native learners feel hard to learn you, Your tricky grammar rules challenge them to grasp. The funny language is just like a wild horse, If you go before ,it will bite you certainly , Likewise it will boot you ,if you go behind, And it has many exceptions to the rules. If a noun comes alone it will be a singular, And if a noun adds with suffixes s or es, It will be a plural in your rules of grammar, Some words are the same in both singular and plural. We omit the article that comes before a noun normally ,
Sometimes it is used before a noun specifically , Words have same spellings but different pronunciation, And you simply require a lot of memorization. Anyhow you're breaking down language barriers, And you're promoting the world's plurilingualism, You're a bridge in between different cultures of the globe, No wonder you're the most world's lingua franca.
Rancid lemon rope squeeze
around a rotten tomato neck tie,
crooked odor bow hanging out of place
Acid reflux raisin tax bleed;
dripping spoiled, milquetoast lies
out a sour-twisted, prune puckered face
Tart tongue
sulfur speak disorderly,
dirty saliva fingers in the propaganda pie
Such a bowel movement disgrace
Bottom rung
bung opening vault key
Onion groans ... chittering fermented cry
Boot-licking patent leather taste
Smells like government to me,
corrupt as can be
Dung pile of voter promises,
sits atop a pungent idol landfill heap,
swarming with stinking lip flies
Smells just like reeking government gluttony —
O beast behavior ...
swine odor, foul as can be
Swindle spit vapors perfidiously wafting,
kindle the vomit pit
Sewage waste material ash labors fanning,
can you stand the stench of it?
Smells like dead paper figurehead
government to me
Bait-and-switch fishy business ...
close your eyes,
what does your nose see?
Tainted meat polltry speech,
pluck the purse feathers
off the cable perched pigeon bodies
Smells like government
is about to make a putrid, baked-in story
Made up facts ... maggot video feed
Stale, bureaucratic policy hard rolls
warmed over twice
Buttered late with expired date lies
Served with a cloying cup
of steaming sound-byte coffee:
Substitute truth ... false sugary
Toilet swirl coffin cake,
gutter floss the oral cavity
Bad breath vows made,
garbage hope nobody needs
Government smells
like a morgue dog in heat
Very omit cadaver, obit disgusting
Smells like
a pot of burning bones
on a boil
Bottom lip scum
rising to the top
On a truthful breath: Let me tell you,
it stinks an awful lot
Smells like scurvy government to me,
corrupt as base bribery can be
The lobbyist rats are scarfing down
the moldy green government cheese,
so silver spoon tongue greedily
Nothing like some regurgitated split-pea pleas
to hit the decaying belly ballot gastric spot
Can you make a federal case
of this rank-and-foul flatulent republic rot?