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The wheels of justice might turn slow,
but...fear not those Dom (men knows)
minions defrauding decent folks...THUS
We (the Gods/Goddesses of Olympus)
interrupt this regularly scheduled pro
gram to deliver urgent unanimous verdict...
Telegram Spake Reportage...Justice
handed down from court of King Crimson...
NO “FAKE” vaccinated exception, exoneration,
edict decrees corruption, collusion breached,
Boyscout apprenticeship annulled antithetical
American aggrandizing Aegis.. presidential
Pillsbury doughboy, who haint nothing butta
zealous wantonly terrifying questing quack
psychopathic puissant mailer daemon;
earmarked legal writs excusing and/or
recusing himself, and his denizen, nee
army practicing vanity, thuggery, pernicious
perjury, ornery odious obloquy, noxious
notorious nincompoop narcissism,
muckraking manhandling malodorous
majority, lewdly lecherous, larcenous knave,
knowingly kickstarting jabbering jackanapes,
impertinently impeach-ably impeccably
impiously impudent, hoodwinking haughtily,
gum-shun grubbing, groping, fondling females,
exploiting exemptions, expunging executive
excruciatingly, excellently ersatz erected,
egregiously delightfully crotch clamping
chicanery, commander in (Mis)chief,
bonanza axed...Effective immediately!
A more qualified individual, or any other
livingsocial creature sought for present
vacancy of PRESIDENT
OF UNITED STATES ASAP!
Be good to your mother
In this next life, she won't come back
More than half of her life lived because of you
Be sure to treat yourself well
After you become a father or a mother
You will become like them
Almost living with your children
One day, you will leave in this world
You will see that
No one in this world will truly love you like them
When life gets tough
Don't tell your mother all the time
She probably won't help you
She also has insomnia
There's a sentence that hurt me
If one life could change one
In this roof of this hospital
That would be too many mothers lining up
For check up and child deliveries
In the end, having a car in front of the house
Is not rich after all
But having a mother at home is blessed
Come back home to your parents regularly
Don't let yourself regret anything
Remember your parents while still here
Parents go, life still has a way back for them
After all the love our parent give
Are the love that we children get.
The end of the world is foretold to arrive any time soon so I am leaving a message in this bottle for anybody with advice on how to survive if this should happen again.
In the Bible it does state that the Earth will go on for eternity, so it must be something that will be at his hand that removes us from his creation.
The bottle you have now opened contains my favourite wine and I hope it is still drinkable. There is a warning though and some advice you may like to follow.
Red wine, they say, is good for the heart, but then they changed their minds and tell us is will kill us. So stick to white wine so instead
Eat plenty of fibre it’s good for you; you do not want to be stuck on the loo when the end arrives.
Eat five portions of fruit and vegetables a day; you want to be healthy at the end of the world.
If you see a large mushroom formation in the clouds, duck and cover, they told us they had disarmed all nuclear devices but I think they tell lies.
Find out who THEY are, we never did.
Don’t burn the candle at both ends; you want to look your best at the end.
When you wake up and find you have gotten old and it sneaked up on you and all the aches and pains that come with it, go out and welcome the end of the world.
As you have found this bottle I have to presume you have to start a new race just remember life can be a b***h so don’t marry one as well.
You will never find the missing link, so don’t look, accept it that some people really did fall off the ugly tree.
Never go to sleep angry at the person you are with, make sure you swap them regularly.
Remember it is not the Stork that brings the children, it is the lark in the night, buy a bird scarer.
That is all the advice I can give for now I need to get my nails and hair done in case it happens now. I want look my best, so go forth and multiply.
© ~GG~ 24/12/2012
The shadows pervade the landscape
as dusk slowly covers the sun.
Playing trick on one's mind
as they darken and deepen.
Night is so different from day
both in its mystery and its
night creatures that walk
the land in cover of darkness.
People live different life's
in its deep blackness,
hidden from sight, foul
things regularly occur.
Some slip through life
yet leave no impression.
Others are remembered
many generations later.
Like many, a shadow in old friend's minds
that gives a gentle nudge of memory.
They remember me briefly as their
own life's move for ever onward.
Yet, too, I live in sunshine basking
I walk this day lit land with joy
in the warmth of the glorious beams.
Drawing strength from the written words.
Knowing that unlike shadows
they will live on possibly for eternity.
For countless people to enjoy
the words that we pen today.
I'm being truthful when I say I may dislike you immensely,
even though I appear to come off as very friendly.
I'll have you believing that I want you as my best friend
very convincingly,
even though in all honesty I dislike you immensely.
Anything you say that may possibly offend me,
I'll react as if I didn't even hear it regularly,
and because of that many see me as weak,
mentally ill or weird at the very least.
Many then try to take advantage of me,
but the joke is on them, I've seen all I need to see,
just more people in my life whom I dislike immensely,
still I will always present myself to them very friendly.
I'm not being two faced, I'm dealing with you respectfully,
even though you're an A hole and I dislike you immensely.
I went to the Big church night in
saw rend colective experiment and saw matt redman too,
and was great to worship at vineyard with you,
I endeded us sponsoring a child,
so hope this helps her to smile
and make her life a bit more worth while,
she can got to school, and have food and clothing too,
and its the most amazing thing that we can do,
i pray my sponsord child will go far and god will help her along the way
I pray god will bless my sponsored child each and every day. Amen
Joba lives in Bangladesh and goes to sunday school and church regularly, Praise god, she will be ok now through compassion and my sponsorship.
Dare to live!
Stop insisting on chasing after death.
Stop trying to die!
Quit the grand delusion.
You shall never die!
Grow your wings and fly to the mountaintop
of your world. Breathe stars.
Bravely go alone. Only you can do this.
Regularly in your day–exercise conviction,
visualize. Take in
golden, fibrous threads
of starlight, of sunlight.
Take them in through the nostrils.
This is nothing less than soul’s power-fuel.
Inhale slowly and experience
the gentle music of love’s fire,
as flames would pull up
a chimney stack, up pipes of ovens.
Faith builds with such breath practice.
Greed cooked away.
Anger melting.
Ignorance surrendering
to ways of knowing.
Transformations to flowers.
To gratitude.
To generosities.
Prepare that your purpose
shall speak to you.
Breathe starlight.
Are you surprised
that you feel no heat?
Your unique timelessness
awaits your recognition.
"The Auditing"
We are all numbers
aren’t we? continually,
we are audited daily,
we audit each other
regularly
but we aren't regular
we are the noun
that rhymes with
britches
too big
for political
correctness
you could burn us
like a word that
rhymes with stitches
but do that,
you're not born,
you're non-existent
caught up
in the net
God's apron shelling
green peas
a small war waiting
for the lucky pot
like
judgement waiting
the torrid asizes
can't live
can't live without
counting beans
like eggs
in a basket
your first bedroom
the noun that
rhymes
with room
we, the fairer,
are never just
numbers on a page
to be
flipped
casually
you sit there
counting birds
sitting on a wire
ovens for baking
blackbirds baked
in a pie,
the pie
eventually cracks
canals
split wide open
blackbirds
now are flying ... out
we think about
it all
believe you me
we remember
the first number
and last number
on call
how many years
together
how many years
apart
how many hours
until tomorrow
how many seconds
until we part
it is amazing
what can and can’t
buy life and love
inconsequentially
like art
We are all numbers
every book
has its pages
One book
has its numbers
and even then,
we aren’t long enough
to entertain the concept
of what is and what is not
large or
small
revelation
...
the auditing,
like a black ball
drops
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
"When the pie was opened,
the birds began to sing.
Now wasn't that
a dainty dish
to set before a king?"
A People Helping People person is what I used to be,
but I'm a People Helping Animals person presently.
I'm not a people person anymore like the way I used to be.
People disappoint, people deceive,
but my animal companions do not warrant such worries.
They are devoted to me unconditionally,
as I am always to they respectfully.
Whether they reside in my home permanent or temporarily
or whether they are at a shelter where I'll volunteer freely,
or whether they be strays or wild life living independently,
I display towards they what they display towards me.
I respect them, I protect them and I love them unconditionally.
I thank God for their existence quite regularly,
because without my animal companions my life would most certainly be
total isolation without any true meaningful company.
A life that could be defined as One Big Lonely.
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