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I lie and think..? And think then dream..On how it will end?
What will be the scenes? The die is cast..' So many now
Know.! Many more will soon, and that will show.' Will they
Lose some more.? Do they know they can stand? and truly defeat
This evil plan? Lets assume they will, arise as one' and
Start at home, were they are well known.' I guess? they'll
Root out the 'low life agents local ' starting at town and
Shire, and gettiing real vocal.' I can imagine up in Yass i
Bet those hills will ring' People greeting freedom what a
Wonderous thing' along the Bidgie out Balranald way
Where the river winds through endless days..The tracks
Are rutted the earths kinda softer, it would suit a dragging
I know its not a hanging.' But murder i'm not for' yet two
Stock horses and a brand new rope.' Tied round the ankles
Well it wouldent be a joke.' I guess albo should survive
A good thirty yards? or twenty five metres, you see i'm not
That hard.' Then off to the smokey a two hundred stretch
LOL)) just a little humor, yet i'd save their necks! And their
Time won't be wasted..Not while they reside, at the peoples
Pleasure..I'll let you decide.' now experimental medicines
Seem their thing.' So as soon as they get made they can
Take them in, they'll be doing their bit and can even report
Right on t v, to the nation what do ya think old sports? And
They can also have our old tramping staple, salvital and
Meths..To keep their health well.? kinda stable.'
In bridled hovel on denuded strand
Tanned damsel loiters on barter stand
Waiting for purloined fealty her title to brand
Festooned in ritual garb, decked with lavish garland
As noble peacock, her fecund colors are fanned
Waiting eligible suitors her utility, virility to scan
Her father a lofty price doth rightly command
To root out pilfering charlatan, worthless brigand
A reputable family with aspirations noble, grand
Bids for the honor of reticent, sheltered hand
Her elder for propriety doth initial offers withstand
Until the esteemed value of his ward family doth understand
A suitable piece of fertile lowland he indignantly demands
In order his tribal status and perpetuity to expand
With gratuitous stipend in token parlance panned
In customary deference, contrite bride accepts husband
The wages of sin is death, they say
Here, it is power without say
More sin, more power
We learn nothing, they earn everything
Like it only happens,
Here in Kenya.
We have a shorter way,
Something from nothing,
Maybe through innovation,
Maybe through education,
Maybe through conservation,
Maybe just invention
Of great ideas like m-pesa,
Or create quick earn-schemes,
Lucrative and curative enough they appear,
Laugh to the bank then disappear,
Like it only happens,
Here in Kenya.
Why spend hours thinking,
If you can think for us,
And thinking creatively,
Creates here in Kenya,
Like create a need and,
Make it a crisis,
Quail eggs,
Sugar,
Maize,
Open the boarders,
Kill Mumias
Kill Uasin Gishu
Laugh to the banks,
As levels of mercury rise,
Killing our organs,
Like it only happens,
Here in Kenya.
A commission of inquiry,
For a defunct commission of inquiry,
The spiral continues,
Life continues,
Life happens,
The gap widens,
The pain deepens,
A generation rises,
An uprising,
Chanting and singing,
Without fearing,
Not consulting,
Not insulting,
Like it only happens,
Here in Kenya.
But
Justice be our shield and defender
Practice that will root out every pretender
Deal and delete every blunder
And regain the glory of this wonder
The 'Pride of Africa'
From Maasai Mara to every place that matter
From the Big Five to the wild beast migration
Migration into integrity
Integration
Protection
Mitigation
Education
Conservation not observation
Constitution not dictation
Safeguarding not gate-keeping
Like it only happens,
Here in Kenya.
Expect and experience Kenya;
From freshness of lake Victoria
To the salinity of the Indian ocean;
The agility of the Kalenjin,
The enthusiasm of the Luhya,
The enterprising of the Kikuyu,
The hospitality of the Mijikenda,
The kindness of the Kamba,
The communal of the Somali,
The smiles of the Samburu,
The pride of the Luo,
The beauty of the Borana,
Beauty in diversity
Even in adversity
Like it only happens,
Here in Kenya.
As the New Year is almost upon us
It’s becoming clear just how rotten
The smiling face of our nation is,
So what better time
To set it straight.
Everywhere you look waste, fraud and abuse
Overflows, as it has for many decades,
But now that the Somali day-care fraud
Is being unearthed,
Not only are the molars seen as totally rotten,
But the gums gingivitis infected as well,
To the extent all the teeth
Now need to be pulled.
And where does that leave US?
Toothless and sore and helplessly vulnerable,
And yet we’d still be alive.
Which is more than it will be
If we don’t root out the rot
Tooth and nail.
(12/28/25)
This is America,
and she is complicated.
She's a dream, an idea, an ideal.
She's an experience, a work in progress.
Sometimes her justice cries and screams.
Her sounds are heard, but no one listens.
As we strive toward equality and justice,
evil tides from the deep often pound our shores,
and as a nation, we often stumble and fall,
but with the yeast of justice, we always rise.
This is a family.
We fight and feud sometimes,
but we shall not go backward.
We shall find our way forward
and face our monsters and skeletons.
Though not all will heed nor want to succeed,
still, we shall root out hate, bigotry, and greed.
This too shall pass
If the policy is wrong, we shall righten it.
Neither demon, devil, nor mortal shall stop us.
We shall decern and discover our fruited trees of demons,
whereupon we shall not pamper, placate, nor prune them, but we shall cut them down to the roots and plant new healthy ones.
Yes, God guiding and leading us, we will cast out our many demons.
060320PSupCtest, Brain's Select 3, Brain Strand. HM
Picking imprints from everywhere,
Let all the woods your footprint bear,
Take off, nag at no rutted tract,
What if some rickety ways stare.
Throw to winds every needless care,
Let no head wind unduly dare,
Let the worse worsen, worst to get,
Let all the woods your footprint bear.
Mind not eastward you go or west,
If north, let not south ever jest,
Let no alien thought you attract,
Let all the woods your footprint bear.
Root out doubts as you’d thorny weeds,
Walk, brave only to their hearts heeds,
Let eastern nor west wind distract,
Let all the woods your footprint bear.
Letting no stumbling blocks scare,
Sparing none any endeavour,
Pricks of no space-time interject,
Let all the woods your footprint bear.
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Quatrain |14.11.2024|traveller
Living here upon this world of ours
we're inclined to fill ourselves to the full
things of vanity and much worthlessness
as the world says to enjoy it and be cool
Our natural self is so full of self
that wants only to be the number one
this world promises us so very much
but it can't fulfil what it says is fun
The only answer is trusting fully on the Lord
for He's the one that supplies all His grace
handing it to whosoever believes in Him
serving your master giving Him first place
Root out all that would defile you
so the Lord can fill all your space
then His spirit controls every thought
riding along in tune everything apace
Let us make the life colourful
piercing the gloom of heart and soul so's turn into bright
disrupting the sprees of bigotry ; stopping fight
which acts as sharp knife.
By spreading the morality of
life.
Let them come where the stream of love
has been flowing, end of all grief and pain
The air where the free will flow
and the humanity they will
gain;
I am bold enough to take a promise
to make the world wonderful and
root out corruption and
brutality.
I will create such a world
where the monsters will not strive
each and all will be happy
dominated by compassion
sympathetic enough to
live.
Peace and tranquility will flow
in each and every field
with the melodious tune of
shepherd fife
The end of the hatred and the jealousy
by my power and
whip.
My master's shaft of light is forbidding;
Still, I have enough sense left to keep hidden.
If he cannot find me, he will not hurt me;
my silence, a bold plea for safety.
Beneath the dank hay, prayer makes perfect sense -
what he does not know, my only defense.
His flashlight flickers while making its arc
trying to root out the truth in the dark;
The battery dies; my brain gives birth to flight;
the barn door clicks shut, a plan starts to ignite.
The lock holds his hope for my safekeeping
when he returns, I will not be sleeping.
Knowing not to wait for his light's return,
I kindle the hayloft to cause a slow burn.
Hoping the dampness slows down a fast start,
this new shaft of light warms my anxious heart.
Sure of his soon return with dog and with cane
I wait my escape from flogging's sharp pain.
Hearing both my foes and the handle’s quick jolt,
as they head for the blaze, it's my chance to bolt.
Latching the barn door, ere I make my flight,
dark clouds cover the moon, shielding its light.
Headed to unknown beginnings, I now succumb
Everything's behind me, everything's become.
Author’s Notes: last line is a reference to Tap Turns on the Water by CCS (Alexis Korner, John Cameron)
February 13, 2013
Here we have in this 119th Psalm
the psalmist speaks of avoiding sin
so that reality knows obedience fully
when the living word is meditated in
Be careful to avoid every sin filled trap
having reverence for God's holy word
achieves for believers a deep respect
any other view is totally absurd
If our works are not holy
our obedience can never be likewise
so meditate biblically and continually
to root out all sinful lies
So follow Mr Spurgeon's wisdom
avoid sin so to pefectly obey
as verse 101 would teach
and follow your God all the way
I hold back my feet from every evil way, in order to keep your word. Psalm 119
v. 101