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Every person in this world has a battle they are trying defeat
Behind the eyes is an untold story from everyone that you meet.
Quick to judge ready to condemn, this whole world is falling apart
You’re not the only one who is fighting a battle this whole world is being ripped apart.
The struggle is hard the pain is real it doesn’t matter what you’re going through
I’m shouting out not to one but to all, don’t fight this battle you’re in alone
When you’ve got people that will stand with you.
Homeless, jobless, there’s addiction and more, the loss of a loved one, everyone is at war
What about the soldiers who battled for us to be free
That live in a world that doesn’t give them the respect they deserve, can’t even get the help that they need
So many people just like you, fighting the same monsters that live inside their head
They can’t handle their own thoughts, feeling defeated, losing all reason to even get out of bed
There are people who will read these words on their pedestal as if these words do not pertain
You’re blind to the system, they’ve got you playing their game, you’re
Fighting battles for no reason, you don’t even know why, the system wants madness, but that’s all on you, choosing to believe all their lies
And as for those in the system full of power and greed still trying to climb the ladder to wherever that might be
Your fear should be greater for your battle is with God, I don’t know if there are support groups in the white house, but when you arrive,
The Devil will inform you when as he hands you his card
Everyone is fighting a battle cause the devil is on the prowl
He prays among the weak like our government is preying on us now.
You are not alone in whatever battle you are having to face,
If more people fought together, instead of being divided by stupidity, with all this bull of hatred and blaming it on race.
a nation of God, our blood is all the same color, quit fighting amongst ourselves and band together as brothers.
Don’t wait until your battle turns into an all-out war, please just speak out, you’re not alone
There are people that will help you through, you don’t have to battle a war all by yourself, you will always have people that will stand to fight any battle you struggle through.
Brave New World
A 'world' it is and it spins around in mad circuits of loopy loops.
Has reached an infinite array of denominations in which foolish
insane clowns have taken over the asylum once more as bedlam
pretends liberation as the counterfeit currency of nauseating progress.
'New' I have my doubts though when fiddling with reconstruction
conjures novel aspirations from Holocaust to Hiroshima from pure
race unadulterated megalomania to narcissistic greed ‘all can be
done’ but the genie emerges from Huxley’s toxic bottle unrestrained.
'Brave' should pertain to courage when golden means and common
sense of virtue defaced by ugly grimaces facades mascara of tainted
moderation succumbs to mediocrity construed by disingenuous evil.
An aberration of jesters plotting naked feasts of blinded engineering.
Temptation is an ancient theme and just because we are capable to
plot our own demise does not preclude some hesitation or valid
inhibition as courage must incorporate the rationale. Not to follow in
wolf’s clothing a script of Faustian cloning just because we can.
Manipulation of chromosomes through twisted recombining helices
as a stairway to hell gave us Dolly the sheep. Another incarnation
braying ‘Give me body parts’ to harvest stem cells modified amino
acids like little devils on steroids and protein shakes of unpredictability.
The most cunning argument for creating whole new persons brought
to the fore the notion that if we the ‘good ones’ do not follow science
to create what evolution failed to build from nature’s garden and God’s
promise then the malign others surely will and consequently all is lost.
The mind boggles in the light of self-righteousness and the delusion
that refusal and resistance are signs of cowardice and the misconception
that two or numerous wrongs result in right and law when duty could
prevail as guardian for another world of sanity and accepting our limits.
The thought police and miscreant paradigms of Dolly’s dogma will surely
try to silence my opinion that courage has another merit than the scientific
infestation that my mind and brain needs to be cloned in order to restrain
my voice of caution but when I shout ‘enough’ at least my dignity remains.
Why am I being pushed to such corners?
I'm all over the place, and I'm making foolish blunders.
I'm a child, but I have no one to hide behind.
I'm exposed, and I cannot understand the current situation.
My mind is running, compensating for the pain I am exposed to again.
I'm tired, I need rest.
The pressure is dense; it won't even relent.
Why must I do it? Why did it happen?
This spiritual journey is not for the weak, and it's not even a game.
Life's on the go; it's my poor soul.
A soul that was fragmented but pushed to make whole.
Constantly questioning, it left me restless. Man, I give up. I have no more control left in me.
You think it's a game. You think you have a choice. God's not playing with you. I thought you believed the Lord of all hosts.
I thought you believed all those miracles before.
You see, even your conniving ways were already planned, but it was your delusional illusions that you created.
I'd advised you to fear God, your source.
Then, you will have the wisdom to understand what is behind the door.
I pity the fool who chooses to ignore the calling. I pity the fool who says that it doesn't pertain to them. Just wait; you will become one of the fallen.
Did that pierce your heart or tear at your soul?
What, you thought all of this was just about glitter and gold?
I look forward to those who hear what I say and remove those chains of bondage rotting anyway.
It's time for the elevation of humanity.
It's time for truth and to get rid of all this vanity.
God's love is unconditional and trying to get you to your truth.
Those bad actors only want to keep you aloof.
Humanity is divided and not united, not even elevated to a consciousness that should be a single one.
A single understanding and accessible, many would think it's uncanny, and I am the foolish one.
Higher elevations. Stay in the flow of great energy and shift from stagnant thinking. Take Care. ?? ??
The first Magna Carta initiated and asserted,
The people-centred philosophy which was budding:
‘Cos if the law is not a moral prescription of human rights,
Then it's just an ego-trip for a any monarchy’s plights.
After life’s origin with the big-bang,
Came matter, plants and animals;
And then apes preceded neanderthals,
When *****neanderthalensis were a gang.
*****sapiens then hit the scene,
Began to practice agriculture in 10000 BC,
And after that a process of civilisation ignited,
The law and order in the land in which we all can be.
And of course with law and order,
Comes creativity, art and industry;
An innate ability to express ourselves,
For greater relativity.
But the original political system,
Just consisted of a king with a crown,
Who was worshipped and adored:
Until his problem was this renown.
The people were disgruntled,
So rebelled against King John,
Who signed the Magna Carta,
Which said that he too was the law under.
So the law then began to pertain to moral values,
And humanism and atheism were for the first time aired,
Because John’s sins were no longer judged by God,
After his life and death, but by people who cared.
Philosophy has burgeoned from that point on,
From Albert the Great’s theory of justice and natural law,
To Descarte’s Heliocentrism and dualistic rationalism,
Which developed into individualism and existentialism.
Ideology matters to the evolutionary process of law,
As the law is either against people, or for them;
And before 1215 it never was the people’s abstract security,
But was rather their daily unhappiness and misery.
Humanity is so much better off for the Magna Carta,
Ourselves, America, Australia and all the world,
‘Cos each individual has human rights, worth and dignity,
As it wrought a change of diplomacy and philosophy.
Since you said stars………
I wonder if you are looking up right now at the sky?
These stars always spellbound me I don't know why,
for this one, in my mind I had to go quite far.
But I had to; since you said stars...
Underneath a clear sky, among idle breeze,
Seems these stars, prevailing my moment to freeze.
I remember you suggesting me to pen down these stars,
to which I went contrary that my thoughts doesn't par.
While I’m staring at one, running words across my wit,
I'm thinking of you, wondering if you too could see it.
That bright one up the north seems to be leading,
though is so lone looks like it seek some heeding.
I seem to connect to it somehow,
No wonder it doesn't feel very lofty now.
This time I had to go quite far,
Coz you know; you said stars :-p
I gazed up n saw seven sparkling shiver,
So Googled it, they say it's Big dipper.
It has drawn my attention since childhood;
I perceive it as a family sticking together while they could.
Well obviously we are far too doomed to be like that,
but sometimes a small gesture seems fortunate, as small as a hug or pat.
This often takes me wandering too far,
but it's alright, you know, since you said stars.
Every night same stories, but it looks so contained.
Yet I had to finish this in one start, as my thoughts won't pertain.
Then there is among rest, brightest Leo constellation,
now I realize why this word has been my admiration.
I can go on for long, as there are numerous like these,
but I ought to make it worth reading for such a long piece.
Don't judge me and don't get me wrong.
Yeah sometimes I do get carried along.
Had to speculate over n over,
Coz for first time it has been a formidable task,
And I’m finally quite glad I went that far,
But u know I had to, since you said stars :)
-Prateek Shukla
I am disappointed in the referendum,
The English are still friends;
Wallace fought for human rights,
And to live within our ends.
All people are of equal worth,
But nationality means self-government,
Of poverty, healthcare, criminality, and education,
So that state-giving is not an event.
The problem is really Westminster -
Its seats make different decisions,
From our socialist, fair-thinking deliberations,
Which cause deep, insightful positions.
Salmond tried his hardest to secure,
The identity and freedom of independence:
Our own pocket would recursively generate,
The confidence of self-assurance.
Devolution is only half the story,
It does not position the cart;
Of wealth and influence which fragment,
In centralisation’s s
Freedom is gold, something enabling,
And to have it we must wield;
Sturgeon stands to build the society,
A flourishing democracy yields.
My party is just my party,
But our national one deserves the chance,
To govern from Westminster without reserve:
This day, they’ve got our glance.
More power to Scotland would enable,
Businesses, schools and communities to thrive,
Establishing themselves more firmly,
Becoming dynamic drives.
The tartan has gone global,
In scarfs and shirts that casually cheer,
And the Black Watch can be spotted everywhere,
In jackets, skirts and trousers which endear.
I have resolved that regarding the three countries,
Not to live in resentful, distrusting mayhem,
But, whenever they pertain to me,
To live with them, by them, and for them.
The Scottish Referendum took place on Thursday the 18th of September 2014, when those for independence from the UK lost, so we're still part of the UK.
I have learned;
that crap does occur.
I have learned;
that there is a his and a hers.
I have learned;
that sometimes love is not enough,
I have learned;
that they're really is a diamond in the rough.
I have learned;
that the outside does not pertain to the inside,
I have learned;
that it is easier to take it all in stride.
I have learned;
I'm healthier if I manage my stress,
I have learned;
that every day is a work in progress.
I have learned that;
I stick out like a sore thumb,
I have learned;
that I march to the beat of a different drum.
I have learned that;
my greatest strength was my biggest flaw,
I have learned;
that sometimes it is the luck of the draw.
I have learned;
that some lessons you do over and over,
I have learned;
that there really is a four-leaf clover.
I have learned;
that sometimes time does make it better,
I have learned;
that I can be a go getter.
I have learned;
that good intentions can be misunderstood,
I have learned;
that there is nothing stronger than motherhood.
I have learned;
that you cannot avoid pain and sorrow,
I have learned;
that not everyone has a tomorrow.
I have learned;
that if I starve the bad it numbs the good,
I have learned;
that Pinocchio was made of wood.
I have learned;
that the truth does exist,
I have learned;
it is easier if I don't resist.
I have learned;
you just have to let go of some s___T ,
I have learned;
it is better to be legit.
I have learned;
doing the right thing is worth it in the end,
I have learned;
that a dog really is man's best friend….
TURBO1904
Deep down in his heart was the draining of sorrow,
Despite the reality of his faith grabbing the dew of every morning,
He forms the power of stable mind but never turns a candle light on,
Whenever words get full in his mouth, darkness fence him tremendously,
He paints down every imagination,
He pens down every echoing sound,
Immediately society set out to brag of their partners, he perceives unsensational dispensation appearing from the ground,
They only haste to rule his meekness with a vile, making him feel bound,
They had no figured realizations to dispose their murderous acts firmly nowed,
In a cage was he alone, despite his presence among men identifiably and unidentifiably yoked,
Finding himself a dream took his spirit toward a lonely road,
Many had the thought to drag his individuality into a black sack,
Hey, those squad never knew what he terms, “logical man of unperforated fact”,
Firmly did he sat to establish a compactible gust,
Since those unaware nuisances steam their senseless passions to mislead with sprinkled dust,
A dagger he raised to butcher their inequity was rightly sharpened for a total must,
And the state of their recalcitrance was divided into shame,
Stelled eyes behind the scene elaborated the story of the meek,
This finely fortified the “ready aimed” of this generation to step up their game,
But the pride insane refused to listen and understand what every sage need,
He was an exradictionary caliber pertain without greed,
And he had it all written on his face, how he wishes all those weakened get freed,
That`s a factuality roofing the head of “THE MEEK”,
Yeah, he was meek…
And no one dares to deny it as truth.
Sensationally super, and Sagittarius son of John Spence
Pleasantly personable, and matriarch Maud Spence’s son
Enabling, exquisite, eloquent, evolving and enterprising
Naturally nice, no nonsense, and a nutritionist nobleman
Carrot consumer, constant comrade and cold-war veteran
Equitably enlightened, and just an elegant eggnog taster
Jumping Jupiter, a jubilant sundae lover, and just a jewel!
Comments: During my twenty plus years of military service I was always called
Spence, J. That's just the way the government does business. This acrostic is
about Spence, J. It's crafted on a combination of alliteration, assonance and
consonance sounding words. Eggnog at Christmas is my favorite. Having a
Sunday afternoon sundae at the ice cream parlor is oh so tasty. Wow! I just love
it!!! Anyway, here are some comments on writing an acrostic. The basic acrostic
poem is formed by writing a word vertically down the page, which may also be
the topic of the poem. It’s recommended to use one letter per line, and the
beginning letters should be all capital ones. Each line of the poem should begin
with the letter on that line and the line should pertain to the word or title being
used. Some may recommend using one word or a phrase which does not have
to rhyme; however, one may move beyond the basic acrostic form and use a
complete thought with a rhyming sequence. It’s also recommended to use
adjectives and phrases that describe the word or subject of the acrostic. Finally,
one may take the quantum leap and write a double acrostic where the first and
last letters of each line are the same.
An imported imperfection of his delayed conclusion of opinions leaves me restless.
I know I may not be the prettiest, I know my body may not be the fittest.
However, my heart remains the same, his love pumps blood into my veins.
As I start losing mental ability to my brain bleeding heavy quantities, my heart start hemorrhaging.
Blood vessels begin tearing up from my emotions, my eyes swelling.
His words burn like melting plastic, nonmetallic his compassion is synthetic, as lovers turn platonic.
It is hard to comprehend his love presence, when there are no immediate surroundings of his love emotions.
His actions are making me feel less of a woman, and very unwanted.
His presentation makes me hesitant, from the way his love is presented.
He is evil and ever so gentle, but he says he loves me.
He does not understand what his action does to my inner emotions.
Wretched in sadness marked by misery, embedded in love poverty he does not care how this affects me.
This is his way he shows his love for me.
Marinating in promises I get his love like an allowance.
He says that one day I will be his wife, so I stay in hopes of his change.
Again, he tells me he trying so who am I to complain.
A mistress of his love I became, I will not be ashamed for his love I pertain.
His love I can relate to, his pain I persecute and oppress as he overall abuse.
Pharmaceutical kind of love overdosing as a drug, I am his side effect I learned to suppress hold my emotions back. Like if, his words caress.
As I stroke his ego, I become humble. My pain is a ritual I know the procedure.
Mistress of his love I remain even longer, and I linger.