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Remembering the Enemy
Should we trust memories?
a product of a wish, that didn't happen
During World war2 my mother couldn't cope
cope with three children, and since I was
The youngest, who looked like most people, was sent
to a farm to survive
The farm was near a German garrison, and I was
going in and out there like it was a playground
In the house I lived in, several officers were bil
And often in the evening, there comes together
of Norwegian and Germans
Hard times came when the garrison and its crew
fled, and one morning, soldiers in odd uniforms
stood in the courtyard, arrests were made to
My bewilderment, and there was no time to say
Goodbye to my girlfriend Anna
From a pleasant life to stark poverty took only
a few hours, and remember standing near the
local police station, where angry men came
dragging women, demanding their hair shorn.
When I told my mother that the Germans
They were much nicer than the men dressed in
Unfitting uniforms and carrying guns were.
She told me not to mention that again because
The Germans were our enemy
I am blessed and highly favored with the acquaintance of a Godly one
Her approach to God's throne most assuredly invokes His Presence
From my vantage point, her example of devotion is incredible
I am often taken aback by her love for God and His people
The touch of God that I see upon her life is very inspiring
I am moved when I observe the way she meditates
I admire the way she sits quietly in His Presence
I am overwhelmed by her early morning rises
I am deeply touched by the way she sacrifices
May she keep being the intercessor that she is
May she keep wearing her God-Given garment
Because anything less would be most unfitting
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Are adversities making you cry?
In due time, your eyes will dry.
Let not life pass you by.
Do your best not to stress.
Embrace your uniqueness,
and take hold of life.
Stand up and don't be shy.
Take life's wings and fly.
There's no need to sigh.
To your reality, just say, 'Hi'.
To normality, just say goodbye.
Join the eagles in the sky,
and let the wind take you high.
There is ONE walking upon
the waters in your life's storms,
who feels the pains you have borne
and the unfitting garments you have worn.
He's saying to you, "Do not fear or even tear".
It is I, The ONE who speaks truth and will never lie.
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As a lactose intolerant
cow whirring lion eye zing
dual (Banjo playing) Manichean
("FAKE") keen man womanizing,
faux nymphomaniac wannabe,
I cone only scream about visualizing
nip pulling and getting a breast
of Hani La (vanilla),
this sweltering unfreezing
Wednesday while mouth
watering chiefly hanker
for milch of
human kindness, which titillating
fanciful fandom fantasies
skinny dipping into soliloquizing
whet dreams har made
sadly, simply, and sorely realizing
test tickles quizzing
noggin merely figment
of fertile imagination pricking
prurient potent plentifully oozing
naughty salacious, licentious,
and felicitous evocations pulsating
hypnotically invoking
trance send dint overriding
gloriously flirtatious escapade needling
my over active
thought processes monopolizing
ability to focus attention trying
to compose joyous leavening,
sans jump starting
massaging, and kneading
dormant limp libido liberating
panting allied force,
which seems tubby
in axis Sybil for Nick -
A.Ting, thus Celeb Basie,
frantically, gingerly, and
haphazardly kickstarting
pussy riot with this feeble attempt
for a firm hut heave action,
one docile male member
devoid of livingsocial,
hence aye coon
sitter ring joining
a nunnery, which
would be habit chilly unfitting,
and very un convent
shin null for a poetic happy ending!
A humanity Slain by a black ghost flame
Because their God was an unspeakable name
A Mournful, Insane, multitude with emnity and self induced labor pains
An Eon that has never awoken - A Copt of Souls- skin of the seas soaken-
in the foamy afterbirth of aftermaths toil, in spoil
by the Unspoken strains
Alone without a soul, or meaningful, rich soils of cultivation, to be grafted in,
birthing anew, and not staying long enough to become unattended, mud from the rain and eroded by sins,
splitting image is a sea splashing your brain
i see all that you do, your stratas of civilizations
Unveiling me of the Mystery of the Unseen, in indignant stagnation
but mildew of what once was a nation
fingertips form fitting on the sill of the stranded looking after loves
dead bug
Dust dried, shriveled and Unspoken for encapsulated in your dung
The Unfitting glove, trying us on for size, tongue in cheek,
begrudging the nudge off the cliff closer
Eons are all too slow for you to fully comprehend its reign
As you grow further in age,
The light of the star
Beside you, fades, phase shifts as darkmatter
and becomes blacker still like soot on the page
Turn you cron-icon along its path
As the dark of the age "Comicon of the lost"
Engaging, you, along its malevolence you are its Priestess, caught
giving burnt offerings of garbage you made special issuance not
all your glimpses, a mirrors tear, somewhere in Time's, Lots
snapped on the dancing diadem dragons lair plot, Dune sand trap, left
"sleeping "in the rough" at the Gates Of Aurizen, a Phoenix Unrisen,
to the Denizens, of the left
Layers of nothingness-spinning placebo, cursing the dark side of our moons
And only silence in raft upon the voided rift
The Unspoken, unspoken,Apathy, ingratitude TheM Ulktra Violence
Them, Humans once lived