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Is this mask a permanant shade
on which a new world order being built
it does make me timid to step out
I miss the smell of raw earth of the first rain.
fear of the unseen always haunted me
now it's verified that fear is real
did some one plant it or just evolved
both ways, Covid just keep us distance apart .
it wasn't long that I felt 'me' not in queue
until the next door man died and exhumed in stealth
kids, wife , parents all had that hollow looks ,
of fear if the unseen has entered our house,
desperately searching stock of sanitizer ,
a random deeper breath around makes us shiver .
Many experts were born on SM on the subject
people accepting anything like gospel truth
the evil planners must have their ugly smiles
since they achieved what they willed,
confusion, fear, surrender and obedience.
it's power, control and money they aim.
2000 years before we saw the same
when the rich priestly clan frightened men
of sins , rituals and punishments
That was the time the Saviour was born,
to forgive , purify and reform .
Will He come again this second time now
or is there a long oppression before His arrival ?
On all these battlefields, shrill howls,
Corpses riddled with rotting bullets,
Abandoned tanks on fire,
Under this black sky of mourning, where death makes its home.
Where love has vanished from all these hearts darkened by hatred and greed,
the henchmen of the furnaces of hell express and realize all their fantasies.
Torn by the cries, by the tears, by the torments of war,
I walk like all these soldiers lost in the darkness that inhabits humanity.
My uniform stained with innocent blood bears witness to the battles and the agony of all these victims,
My soul bears the scars of all these horrible wars.
The tears of the earth were drowned in the hot hemoglobin of all these bloody battles.
Peace no longer appeases these minds, frozen by jealousy, infamy, hypocrisy, deceit, slander, savagery, barbarity and tyranny.
My brothers in arms have all tasted the glory of the lights of ultimate sacrifice.
All these oceans of pain spread by human wickedness.
Have made my existence on this planet bland.
Under the weight of regrets, human beings prefer to wear masks,
To hide the horrors of their darkness from the shadow that stands in front of their mirror every day.
For centuries, cannons have sung dramatic symphonies, but peace remains a dream,
For millennia, the din of weapons has sowed terror.
But humanity continues to invent weapons of mass destruction.
Thanks to the darkness of earthly vanities, I face the punishments of my life like a brave man.
Ten long years in jail for petty theft at a bus stop,
While leaders steal in billions with a wrist-slap.
A man wore the hangman’s noose for armed robbery,
Yet a governor earned honours for a pen robbery.
Citizens bled by taxes to please Bretton Woods,
Loans secured not for growth but to fatten pockets.
When the people protest, police scatter them with contempt,
And soldiers fire bullets to silence their voices.
Black ink scrawls draconian laws on tyrant’s tables,
Threats and punishments stitched to entrench their power.
But such laws befriend only ephemerality,
Before the masses seize the reins of their rulers’ reign.
Mass anger drove Rajapaksa out of Sri Lanka,
Gen Z rose in Nepal against a media ban.
Burkina Faso’s streets toppled Compaoré,
And Egypt’s squares forced Mubarak to resign.
The people’s voice will always drown draconian laws;
Chains that glitter at first soon corrode into rust.
The rulers may feast while the nation starves in silence,
But shackles will break—the storm leaves none untouched.
How in a twinkle of an eye,
Your life so make a lot of sense.
Now, the world heave a nasty sigh...
What an atmosphere with such tense!
Insane to ever imagine...
The plain sky once sunny turn loosed,
How wealth to death has no bargain!
Life would have got hade's gut seduced.
The sunny sky soon faded out,
While love just become a true fan
Beyond every possible doubt
It's better he got 'serve a ban'
Diogo Jota bids farewell soon,
A gentle goodnight to fans ears.
Though he had a very bright June,
But July disguise awful cheers...
Rest well in the blossoms of God,
We hope you find real happiness...
Though no one understands the odd;
Death defines not your readiness.
Condolences to Portugal...
Above earthly accomplishments;
Find eternal rest off struggle,
Mercy placed above punishments.
Wems Henry Temmy
2025
R I P Diogo Jota
#DiogoJota
As she lays down her blue brush
in a blue-trimmed cream
dream stone basin
of darkening water rush
She realizes
inside voice has been thinking
about double negative paradox
as -x/-y
can't win pathology knots
Of way too much Patriarchal Capitalist
dogmatic Business As Usual,
monochromatic
monopolistic
monocultural
monotheistic
Describing just punishments
for being not enough
and prescribing her
hot BusyMess
is cruel
cold
calculating dismissal
disregard...
don't matter
Let her splatter!
while he eats
his white supremely whipped up cake
without kindness
without courage
without curiosity
without over-frosted happiness
Mindlessly unwoke
to future predative
desecration issues
promoting and marketing
trauma-inflation corporations
inviting frequent-flyer
evangelically missioned Narcissists
Who probably don't think much
of a universal peak salvation experience
yet do feel deeply united,
maybe even energetically synergetic,
about their own sacred memories
of EarthMother's original Win/Win
multi-colored co-invested
warm wet unconditionally cooperative
wombed sense receptive co-relationships
Through time's changing
hue and culture and cry
LeftBrain verbally emerging
too dominant
Thereby, curiosity remains difficult to contain
to deeply listen for feelings to explain
this sound and sight for blue brushes
tinting her slowly turning
now churning rushing water
going
bluing
flowing madly
then again sadly
back through paternalistic
capital growing
anthroprivileged time
Emerging blue
and grey
darkening ecocide
reaching for red
as dead.
By the “resurrection of the body” is meant that at the end of the world
And the bodies of all men will rise from the earth
And be united again to their souls nevermore to be separated
By the special favor of the Assumption
The body of the Blessed Virgin Mother Mary was raised from the dead
And taken into Heaven
The judgement which will be passed on all men immediately after the general
resurrection is called the general judgment
The judgment will be passed on each one of us immediately after death is
called the particular judgment
The rewards or punishments appointed for men after the particular judgment are Heaven
Purgatory
Or Hell
The word “Amen” with which we end the Apostles’ Creed is meant
So it is
Or So be it
The silence doesn't seem to matter
The bitter cold that emanates from within
is engulfed by the furious anger
Time drifts listless around me
Deities and devils are listed and classed
The revenge list bursts at the seems
Butterfly blame meanders and blooms
Lost breath, lost touch
Meaning is lost
Flirting with glass moments
held together by sound and smell
Smiling behind the tears
Facing all the fears
unable to tell the person that i tell
Happily welcome all the punishments of hell
Won't feel the pain
Won't cry the tears
Welcoming death as it so slowly nears
Take me my friend
I beg for the end
For when you took her
All life just ceased
She was dead
But i was deceased
Unity first is a high command
But it’s now in big demand
Breaking peace into many pieces
In search of money going to ashes
People to people in separation like banks not as bridges
God sometimes getting anger like Men
At disobeying even his single command
God
Needs not the same Men for ever
But only his faithful follower
He reduced some people to ashes
To produce new ones in many cases
The Men here today God may say go
New some may come as per his law
Unity first is God’s command
But it’s in now big demand
No unity means distancing
Saying like God is wrong being advancing
Now here come not God but his punishments
First of all he,God distanced from Men
Next to make Men from each other distancing
See today all Men with each other going distance
As God did from Men as sentences
This Men soon to do their corrections
Unite and get close as a symbol of social togetherness!
There's a stash of swag and bling in Lady Liberty's lamp.
If you look closely enough, her tablet says:
"To succeed, you can grind along or just be a tramp.
You could spin cycle the system -be another government lamb.
Pick your @ss up and become your own woman or man."
There are the privileged, but they're rarer than one might think.
It's not a good fit for 300 million blue-collar workers you see on the street.
Hate is thriving in the darkest and brightest corners of society.
But in no way is it just a triple K or white supremacy thing.
It's crept into black and brown hearts and is gathering steam.
The media makes a lot of green from spinning on our misery.
Crime-gangs and poverty run ablaze in every big city,
Addiction painted on every pillar of low and high society.
Laws are lax, and punishments are getting a little too breezy.
Taxes go to the ogres who get perfume dabbed on the wrist.
Three squares- free medical, recreation, education, meditation.
Access to the internet to torment their victims again and again.
Freedom is never for free, but pursuit of happiness just may be.
Darkness wants to bend the barrel of the Second Amendment.
Chainsaw liberty-pull the tongue from the mouth of free speech.
Tear down every nativity scene while buffing up the pentagram.
Treating the black book and starry flag like back-alley snot rags.
Without doubt, a second civil war is stirring in the soil.
The blood is filling the pot and coming to a rolling boil
The desperately wise are hoarding caliber-scripture and bread.
Painting a winking bull's-eye on the soon-to-be dead...
Where in the he!! is our wayward God in all this mess?
Never gave encouragement
just a roof and nourishment
Never heard the words “well done”
too often “what have you done”
so far from expectations
was the word “congratulations”
wanted us to walk the path you walked
so we would learn how you did
could have known with words talked
but we wouldn’t suffer as you did
didn’t acknowledge when I achieved
over the top deliver me grief
your job was feed clothe give a place to sleep
no love but the cold punishments on which you’d leap
don’t listen care or do what others think
empathy and compassion like moods created sink
without the love what you did is not enough
now as you get older it comes back too you tough