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I am just coming off the big stage that was erected for this vibrant age. The energy is still lingering in the ground and the honey bees are still buzzing around; something special took place at united center last night that send the people wild, heaven was cruising with paradise on earth and the people were dancing their hearts out and the world embrace each other close to the midnight hour. Everyone had this catchy rhythm in their feet and the ladies dressed in white looking like young brides some as old as eighty brought back the suffergate movement of the early nineteen century to life. The women were looking smart and happy as they occupy the center of the building and, the whole place resembles congress makeover. Lousi was there staring at the little starlight floating around in the atmosphere; her eyes were fixed on it and her mind was fading with it, what on earth was going on, it was like a party was transpiring on the lawn outside but it was the protesters in the park rumbling with the officer in the dark and the celebration went on and the music rolls on and the speakers enters the stage one by one igniting a thunderbolt across the center and everyone catches on to the fever, some were short and spice, others were long winding and heavy, but it did what it had to do to make the mistress day come true, the celebration mounts with screams and shouts and bickering around and the journalist filled the gap with interview across the floor as the patron called out for more.The momentum continue to build and the multitude in the center begin to chill, I was feeling the energy too but I did not know what to do, and sweat starts oozing out of my flesh and in seconds all my clothes was wet and the energy in the center began to circulate all the way to the gate and the momentum built higher and higher, And when she could not resist it, she came on the stage, the crowd went out of control and flags were waving across the floor and the people kept asking for more, the balloon came down and spread all over the floor and the momentum began to spread like wildfire in the wilderness; keep the momentum going and nurture it with your feeling, keep the momentum going and get some spiritual healing, keep the momentum going and hit the road in a brand new pair of shoe and destiny will tell you what to do.
You have been golfing your time away when
When your authority is dying and babies are crying
You have been golfing your time away when there is
no coffee in the pantries, and no food on the kitchen table
You have been golfing your time away when the
baby’s milk is spoiling in the kitchen sink and the
pigeons are dying. The roosters are crowing aloud
and the lions and tigers are gallivanting about with
a headless crown .Christmas and Thanksgiving is
a time for family gathering but millions had nothing
to share because many people were not there. Some
have been torn apart, others are left in the dark while
others are still six feet below the ground and their spirits
are prowling around . You are golfing your time away
When the postal service man and the courier service van
did not get an extra dollar to add salad to their
evening supper. The nights are cold, the rooms are dark
and the rich is singing and shouting amen hallelujah over a lavishing dinner. Listen carefully to what I have to say and don’t let your pride get
in the way. You must pay attention to what is transpiring around and read the messages that nature is sending you.
The big and bold the bright, smart and beautiful is the
the cardboard laptop woman who have been feedings you
I need your help with enhanced technology and resources to feed my belly
They have sworn to cut off my head and replaced it with a chicken head
but the chicken head fell to the ground before you could get to my
throne .Keep your eyes on the ground and look carefully at the hole
It is difficult to roll the ball in and you cannot throw the dice in
The ground is baked with rum punch and fruit cake
You have missed the shot because the covering around the hole and the hot grass on the lawn was too shallow .The heat is chiming in and you have to pay for your sins. You have been golfing your time away and don’t have time to pray. You tweet bad news in the middle of the night and your ego have made many sighed. Look up at sun and tell me what you see? the sun is shining with intensity in the sixth degree, and the galaxy is moving ferociously around you .It is time bury the guns and close the chapter behind you. The golf hole is closed and at midnight the lights will go out and darkness will descend upon the golf courts.
The dignitaries are passing through the town in big Limonene and long gowns. They are throwing five hundred dollars bills on the ground and the people are running all around.
Children are running after them and a great big crowd has gathered around the bend, the whispers are getting louder, and the crowd began to swell. Money is scattered all over the street, filling pockets and purse, boxes and cans somebody must have broken the bank.
Listen to the whispers in the street; something is transpiring in the deep, the roosters are crowing, the cows are mooing, and giant tiger is running around the den. The zookeepers are not around, and the cheaters are running all over the town.
They are smashing windowpanes and emptying the stores down the lane, they are running in bushes with bags and buckets and entertainment TV to mount on their walls, how far can they go when destiny have them on the show; the whisperers in the town are going to drown.
See them going back and forth without pants and shirt, they are running around the street with naked bodies and bushes wrapped around their malicious bodies. Some are going back and forth with no place to go.
They are carrying bundles on their head, dragging a cart filled with dead bodies and white sheets draped around it and a mantle sitting on top of it. While men with pickaxes and shovel on their shoulders walk slowly to the cemetery to bury the dead.
The traffic is rumbling around the town, dragging the passengers all around and the heat penetrates the center of the town. The day’s slips away and the cold wind blows violently through the trees sending the birds flying with the mad breeze.
And suddenly everything comes to a standstill and a mocking laughter burns through the earth and the vibration turns over the dirt.
The trees began to shake, and people began to scramble all over the place, the houses are tumbling down to the ground and the bridges have broken into pieces and falls in the sea, weeping and wailing all around and millions of people are buried underneath the ground.
The shaking stop and not a sign of life could be seen except the owl and its rattled dream, the whispers fade away and a new earth was born.
You sit there year after year looking at me as if you don’t care, you sit there picking your nose and smelling your polished toes, time is on your hand and you have got to leave that man, the whole relationship was a scam and you already got what you want.
The sun is grinding in your face and the cicadas are running all over the place, listen! They are all around and are sitting on your kitchen table.
You sit there as if you don’t care, unconcerned of what is transpiring around you, see them crawling on the garage wall moving in a straight line, and are getting ready to start a brawl. The whole place is infested with them and they are scattered in your bed, they are everywhere, why you don’t try to get rid of them.
My heart is burden down with care and you are spying on me over here, my lips are dry and there is no color in the sky, it is time to make a move before the crickets start to sing, the cicadas and the crickets have nothing in common but you have to embrace that strange rhythm when it begins.
Look deep between the lines and you see what is mine; use a pointed tool and clean out the rust and blow away the dust and you will see the inscription with your eyes and you will learn how the magpie died.
It happened more than a century ago when mankind lost touch with the heart of human dignity and prey upon the human flesh and suffocate the young infant to death; thousand of them were lost in the storm when the boat sank in the Mediterranean and the relics float on top of the sea and the sun burns mankind’s dignity.
Summer is climbing up the trees with strong arms pitching their tents in the air as destiny draws near; a stagnant smell is coming from the pit and the birds are rolling in it and the breeze is spreading the scent abroad.
Why don’t you ever leave the house, it’s time to get up and go out, you have planted yourself in that place and you have caused confusion all over the place.
Look at the snake in the ceiling and the line that sits on the vine, your vineyard is loaded with grapes and the Egyptian cobra is crawling all over the place.
Move!
I see an angry country that is ready to explode,
And if things don’t change it will happen and not much further down the road.
I see a country that is not willing to give up its values and dreams,
A country so tired of lies and politicians and their low handed schemes.
I see a country that has had life good much too long,
I see a country that is angry and that is ready to right so many wrongs.
When I talk to a neighbor or I talk to a friend,
The conversation always comes up about the way things are going and how they have got to end.
There are many who think they are trying to lead us like sheep,
They don’t want us to think or to make so much as a peep.
We’ve had our T.E.A. parties and we’ve marched in the streets,
But it hasn’t effected those in Washington they march to a different beat.
I think it’s time they get, what the rest of us get,
And no more special privileges will we permit.
If they don’t do the job they were sent there to do,
Then hand them a pink slip, if they don’t want to be a voice for me and for you.
And one term limits ought to be enough time to get their ideas across,
Any more time than that, they might start growing moss.
And what about honesty and integrity does it have different values for them than it has
for you and me .
I don’t think Washington, Jefferson, or even Lincoln would approve if they were alive to see.
The things that are transpiring in this country, the Land of Sweet Liberty, the Home of
the Free.
Are ways to manipulate good people like you and me.
This country has had a rash of set backs as of late,
And if we don’t start paying better attention and voicing our concerns, then we are
liable to wind up with nothing to put on our plate.
I firmly believe that we as a nation stand up and glorify Gods name above all else
forever more,
So that His almighty grace will spread across our land from shore to shore.
God has not turned His back on us, we were the ones that walked away,
And I pray to the almighty God that He forgives us this very day.
Form:
The dry thick clouds with its mystified sound lies in the middle of the sky with a message that the heaven is pregnant with the clouds
And the city is spinning around in over beaten town with wonders all around. The sun is buried beneath the skies, and you must hurry before it dies, the heat is spilling shock waves into the street and the story is almost complete, it is still hard for some to believe that
destiny is complete and when the spirit is revealed your heart will bleeds. I feel tears springing up in my eyes and rain clouds are standing by.I am not crying but my emotion is reeling, the sky with all its decree is saturating in its own misery in a town that is filled with hypocrisy. Here I am gazing at it and saying to myself what the hell is lying beneath that unseen presipit a dollar or a dime that is also fine. And when the day is done everything will turn out to be fun.
What is really transpiring in this town you must top and look
carefully around. The bible speaks of the last days when th heaven will part away and the very elect will go astray. It is already happening
and many of them are hiding in the bushes, you crave for the moment
when the courses will show the side that is moving along with the tide. Many of them preach about it but they still do not understand it. The narrow roads are crowded with traffic and the earth is shaking with its own profit, the cars are streaming along and my heart is singing a merry song. I can feel the temperature raising and my passion is breaking and the whole world is shaking. How could they not understand the message that is dancing in the sky, and scroll is floating around with a pitch that looks like a night gown. The distance in the cave and the mountain buried beneath the grave, the whistle and the blower the night and the shower are waiting patiently for the night to fall and they will hear the final call and at midnight everyone will stand tall and you will experience it all.
If hope is all the shadows you see, let it surrounds me
If fear is the mountain that lies beyond the sea, let it departs from here.We are trying to rebuild our lives again and invite some new friends us, after forty-five years of trying to climb the stairs and I finally got there.
I journey on land and sea and have spent years struggling in the deep valley, forgotten by friends, associates and family, but I kept the faith and kept my focus on work until I break through the gate and when the weather was fine I climb to the top of the roof without shoe to absorb fresh air.
I can see you over there, puffed up with fear, not knowing what the strange weather might bring, and not knowing which song to sing, the splendor of the universe is hidden in the trees and a new beginning is waiting for thee open the doors and release the stagnant air and courage will meet with you at the top of the stairs
You only have one life to live, so what does it takes to forgive? The villains have already gone out of the town and a new climate is floating around, come let me minister to your soul, come, the universe will make you whole.
I can see him sitting at that long table staring at the golden wall in front of him; he has no clue what is transpiring on the outside so he left it up to destiny to decide, the water kept drifting from the sea and his thoughts keep racing after thee.
The shadows of hope kept dancing around and he is anxiously pacing up and down, the village is rising from the sea moving towards mankind’s destiny;the children are playing on the sand and the moon and the stars are hurrying along,
He rise up on his feet and nod his head and walked off with a peculiar smile something, I have not seen for a while, he stopped and looked back and said, “the deal is done, it’s time for you to have fun. The shadows of hope open the doors
The shadows of hope bring peace the world.
I can tell you a story
I have enough living to do so
But interested perhaps hardly
I’m sure you have better things to follow
I will tell it for myself then
You can stop reading at this point
Disinterest only mean you won’t understand the end
Or did I spark an interest in you to join?
Do you remember words?
A time when spoken bears it heard
To tell and be genuine about
Not claimed and be sky-rocket proud
When lying can be for good honesty within
When lying in modesty can adhere truth therein
So much said that weren’t meant to be
So much words in the air we can never see
I pick I choose I chose I used…
Somehow… transpiring words today I no more knew
How do words simply stray beyond?
To no more bear its meaning to once belong?
I can speak of truth you wouldn’t believe
You can lie and I listen and receive
Do I not grieve yet… we become the part
Those leaving words that could melt our hearts
Is it the world today… is it you up to date?
Are we too inward away… or is it simply me too late?
How can we speak with chosen words?
Upon words that no more commands to be heard
Have the world change or have I?
Did you let it change… or ask why?
Leaving minds for when words you transcend
The hiding thoughts where aspiring words will lend
I know what needs be heard
To play the language word for word
And there is no need for you to listen
Because already… we are forever broken
I no longer have the word to describe who I am
Have you that word to describe who you are?
Guess you are still reading this to the end
My guess… you haven't already known you have come so far
Do you know what I mean with my story?
Or have you a story I’ll be with interest to follow?
I think your story I'll understand too… barely
Have we really enough living to do so?
In times like these we cannot
presume everything to be normal..
As the fresh norms have been evolved
We need to be submissive and co-operative.
Please don't fall prey to the mysterious virus.
In times like these we need to be extra cautious.
As we have fragile grip in the society..
Steer up some patience & avoid temptations
and maintain social distancing to save yourself
as well as your loved ones.
In times like these we need to utilise the
time precisely with our family and friends
As we might work as busy as bee once the
lockdown crackles..So be compassionate and
relish acute freedom with your lovely members.
In times like these a committed atheist would start
worshipping and a hardcore theist would have stopped
worships due to disappointments and frustrations
on the monstrous virus..
Promoting beliefs & disbeliefs to be dismantled
as there is no consistency in the reality.
In times like these..there are fewer travel
experiences & expenses.
We should be sparing time with our hobbies..
and indulging in developing our passions & skills
staying safe inside home.
In times like these..expectation reduces joy.
As we do not cognize what tomorrow might bestow.
Never wait for chances..Instead welcome today
and incline to it peacefully & tremendously.
In times like these despite envisioning brightness...
Never fail to recognise the darkness dissolved in it.
We need to be under surveillance and observe
keenly on what's transpiring around us.
IN TIMES LIKE THESE STAY SAFE ,STAY HYGIENIC,
STAY HOME!!!
6-5-2020
~DEEPA~
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He stood in front of the open door pacing upon down the fifth floor with hands rubbing into each other and eyes penetrating the hill. He was sending a silent message to universe to reverse the dreadful curse.
It is a curse that no one can see, it is embedded in the sixth century when the nature of man was as cold a ice and the mountain had to pay a bountiful sacrifice.
And here we are today, trying to roll the heavy burden away with bullets and machine guns and there is nowhere to run. Sometime it has the horse jumping prematurely out of the gate and the whistling toad buried underneath the bush knows the ages that come with the different phase.
It is the younger generation that is impacted the most; they still cannot understand what this thing is all about, strange things are transpiring around them and the heavens are flooded with stories of mankind leisure’s and his ancestor sorrows.
The legend still stands strong of how the bounty came along. They were raiders of the temple and fishermen for the living devils; they prowl the mountains at nights and raid the village, slaughter the men and raped the women and buried the children alive.
They walked round with long beard and giant cigar sticked out at side of their jaws; their rancid whisky breath and moldy, sweaty, smelling clothes clinked to their backs and their budging eyes, lights up in the dark as the climbed down slowly from the mountain shouting profanity in their heads.
See him pacing in front of the door; he is waiting on the alibi to get him to the shore. His face looks grim and his body is thin, he seems to be losing his mind from the altitudes he has climbed.
The door is opened wide and you can walk right in with pride and make your statement.