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Put aside all the worthless pride,
reawaken a conscience that's dormant;
adapt a concept that unites, not divide!
Chiding never scolds the faults implied,
the dark side can't be hidden internally;
no honor is given to the weeping bride!
How noble is it to declare untold truths with a fiddle,
liberating it from the abyss it was entrapped;
virtuousness is defined by a loyalty so irrefragable!
No valid answer is given to impertinent questions,
it's wiser to avoid goons than agree with them;
anger is the rage that boils only in wrathful souls!
Not listening is avoiding the philosophy of the learned,
crucible failures could have been avoided with shrewdness;
who revels now: the triumphant or the humiliated?
Absence of guidance, in the form of spirituality,
is harmful and deranges the character of the obstinate;
their fallacious temperament equals stupidity!
Commitment to strides is not fiddling with the hallow brain,
vanquish the erroneous thoughts and breathe easily;
defeat is not the final reminder that victory is hard to attain!
People can hear you there's no need to shout,
they're just ignoring and blocking you out,
you were heard clearly of that there's no doubt,
but your opinion isn't worth thinking about.
They only acknowledge you so that there's silence,
the volume hints you belong in an asylum.
Some ideas are clever and some a bit dumb,
if ideas are good you'll get their attention.
You don't ever need to scream loud to be heard,
when ideas are good and put into words.
Books make valid points, this has always occurred,
and books with silent text are rarely unheard.
Just apply the logic, speak clearly and be calm,
use your wit, offer insight and you will charm,
do this and the worlds ears will fall into your palm,
you're probably talking s**t if you need to scream like an alarm.
Conviction
My mind is racing
Yes it’s blazing
It’s as if I keep on chasing
Thoughts and views
And notions too
Judgments I have not a few
’Cause my mind is way too busy
And it shoots past quick and fast
Not allowing the conviction
Of the visuals to last
Disillusioned, skeptic even
My experience is extreme
Nothing really comes together
Everything is out of theme
Should I blame my expectations?
Were my hopes a bit too real?
Don’t I get some validation
For the way that I now feel?
I guess I was a bit too certain
I may have been a little blind
To think I never would experience
Disappointment of this kind
Where did I lose concentration?
Did I miss to be alert?
Don’t know who I should be blaming
But I really feel the hurt
My heart says I’m an accomplice
But I sternly disagree
I can only see one victim
And I am convinced it’s me
But my mind is showing pictures
Of occasions, and indeed
I see scenes and situations
That I wish I could delete
So the evidence is valid
I had better now confess
And take responsibility
For my own sorry mess.
Wendy Nipas
But there was truth behind her statement, correct?
How the words become a shield and a sword
And here they stand before you again
To convey their message
Thrice before they were attempts to mend
Once before it was to sever
And as I type this in the dark, alone with only my thoughts
What could it possibly be this time?
For I don’t even know this time
Your complaints were valid
And instead of attempting to fix what was so obviously broken
I ran and hid, proving my supreme cowardice
I was once informed the last time was the last time
You were right to state that
So would begging for you to return to me
Be a foolhardy venture?
I would have to say yes.
So as I lie here typing my message
The one I so desperately hope you give the time of day
Or night, in one point of view
I have this to say
I do not expect you to return
Nor shall I beg
I offer it only in hypotheticals
And this isn’t what this is about
I couldn’t stand it if you hated me
For I could never hate you
I doubt I could ever even dislike you
And here I cling to the message I’m trying to get away from
I offer this to you
In hopes that I may avoid your hatred
I’d hate to end our legacy on the bad note we did
I’d hate to end our legacy at all
But that isn’t what this is about.
But what can I say but I was a fool
I offer my deepest,
And most sincere,
Apologies
But I know that isn’t enough.
But what is enough?
I ramble on and on and on across these words
So allow me to end these words
With a few more
If I could go back in time, I would.
If I could fix those mistakes, I would.
But the concerns may have come too late.
And here I cling.
The remorseful fool that I am.
You may remain as COVERT as the OVERT
As this new paradigm I introduced during this act of the attainment
For soldier mine the cyber of the cyber force
Would tricky be if being assumed for benefit of the mankind
Retain the quantity of units for the race of yours
Each human Gremlin would be too much bother
And many Gremlins dead appear to be
All that we want is that we do achieve the system
In where pressuring of the majority is CEASED
These Gremlins could have had another title
For their function to determine their address
In time of mass delusions of the function
This sets the very BASIS for DEFENSE
Assessed by mechanisms
Of greatly higher order
Yourself wouldn't be happy to appear coherent
And thus from this one valid the standpoint
We starts the new and competent the PERT
Program Evaluation and ASSESSMENT TECHNIQUE
Does from this simple point ASSESS
YOUR PICK
Choices choices humans make
Likes and comments their new craick
CRaick IN IrSIH IS THE FUN
This addresses the the PUN
Life exists in their minds
For their satisfaction
Entitled and the stupid
Undergo the penetration
Let's achieve the proper logic
Let's the find a way
It isn';t that much difficult
HURRAY HURRAY HURRAY
Go my Gremlins
Do the job
I will do the part
Imagine what we had achieved
IF NFT OUR ART?
Topology wise sense I produce
Would encapsulate this way?
I oughtta assume I am eligible to kill
For this this the offense you pay?
What's US cyber force uniform and decorations
You reckon that we will employ
These dorks and schizos
TO define the this
AND LIASONS
Due the political correctness?
Since I am within my LT COL
am GENERAL THE BRIGADIER
of my BRIGADE
and IF I ate
I ate the food
and not the stupid figure on the board
the day when real life ain't game
ruins delusion of yours
to point
it is the real and the true the sense
vs all those people who comprise the CENSus
your own brain is sorta COIN
and you evaluate this way
you're ugly and mind ill the moron
I will remember the ASHTRAY
Jeremy Corbyn plots his agenda,
anti-monarch, a Royal ending.
He's only out to change the political system,
a possible route is through a second referendum,
as a second vote undoubtedly means the system doesn't work,
and he'll have a valid point in that the system needs a twerk.
So in our generations most pivotal moment,
when unity is never more important,
when politicians are needed to serve the public,
Corbyn's main priority's to create his dream Republic.
Harming us all, neglecting responsibility in a BREXIT solution,
creating more uncertainty, with hopes of it leading to revolution.
I condemn this man only out to cause disruption,
a second referendum is his traitorous suggestion,
take note, this is an act of political corruption,
not serving public needs or preserving our future,
out to please personal want, abusing his stature.
Proving he is only in politics, not for the people, but, for himself.
I beg of thee Labour, find a new party leader in someone else.
What were you doing, alone in the woods, my John,
What were you doing out at dawn?
Why it hasn't rained for ages now,
So many failed crops, and fields you must plough.
Your dirty clothes are all so glum.
You're just a little dirty bum
You deserve no pity, my son.
Go up and clean yourself, get done,
There'll be no food for you tonight,
And don't dare cry you messy mite.
What were you doing, alone in the woods, my John,
What were you doing out at dawn?
You dared disobey me again,
Bastard idiot and a pain.
Look at your clothes, all wet with dew,
Torn without a valid reason, too.
Do you think that I can afford
Money needed, is all we hoard?
I'll show you what attire you'll fray.
I swear I'll tear your hideaway.
What were you doing, alone in the woods, my John,
What were you doing alone at dawn?
Did I not send you to get twigs,
Why do you behave like poor pigs?
What are those stains around your face?
Eating berries? Did you say grace?
There, how's that for a bloody punch?
Now your face looks best like a crunch,
Can't even take his correction.
Wipe that juice, you misconception.
What were you doing, alone in the woods, my John,
What were you doing alone at dawn?
Were you smooching with silly ****,
That goody goody, y mutt?
Go find a hooker, try to learn
What true pleasures women can burn.
You'll never learn from that hussy,
Good for nothing bit of lassie.
If I see you again with her,
Why I'll castrate you forever.
What were you doing, alone in the woods, my John,
What were you doing alone at dawn?
Were not your father there with you?
Why is your face so red and blue?
Why haven't you returned together?
Eating berries in this weather?
Why is your new shirt so blood-stained?
Don't you know he will have you chained!
Oh John, my John, you'll never learn
Your father will kill you, he's stern.
What's that smile on your face, my John?
What were you doing, alone in the woods, my son,
What were you doing?
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I am more than your definitions
more than affixed labels
placed on my anatomy
more than your misconceptions
or even valid perceptions
I am more
I am more than what's written of me
More than what the eye can see
more than what the heart can feel
more than what you think is real
I am more
Yes, more...
I am even more
that the boundaries I set for myself
more than the limitations I conceive
more than what even I believe
to be me
I am more
emanating from my core
are little particles of truth
dressed in the light of poetry
a mystery revealed
a little of the universe
~~outer and inner~~
set free
your reality reshaped
from a different world view
and cultural dimension
religious hues
shining through
all part of who I am
now part of you
but then again
it's true
I am more than these...
I am a valid element of history
soul written in rhyme
truth confined to a time
lines someone will read
and be changed
for an instant
perhaps eternity
thus, I am
I was
and I will be
part of the continuum
of life
of eternity
I am more
infinitely more
than what you see
I am what's meant to be...
Eileen Manassian
Missed someone a lot,
No words nor thoughts.
Could describe how it was.
But what was the point,
When someone has already gone.
One more "hello", one more "goodbye",
For the good and the last time.
Could not believe or imagine,
How I was treated the way you did.
I love piano music sound to my ears.
You said things music to my ears,
But nothing valid.
I need time and energy to do things,
Like piano, embroidery, poetry and travelling.
So spare me with your words and promises.
All my precious time and energy
Has been exhausted.
None left to do anything else.
Long weekend is coming up.
So as the heat and warm weather.
Sorrento, Phillip Island and Apollo Bays,
Here I come, one by one and day after day.
That is what I pray.
Urban jungle roosters,
born-again scarecrow,
to untutored city eyes,
tawny pipit stonewall nester,
jet black Inca dove bereft,
of dovetail on a croque monsieur,
idle bone grub crawl,
mother hen to sandy brown,
and velvet bill gazer,
from an nearby creak,
recent rural migrant now,
a tree house side kick,
chickadee a late date sitter,
on this air flock beaky natter,
or tweet between the ice float,
edgy grey day species wield,
their sprightly ruffled feathers,
as an orthopaedic surgeon,
and their spatula when scraping,
rancid bark off windmill elm trees,
gastric bugle trenchermen ahoy,
while ogling a fellow common redpoll,
oh these tummy rumble diners,
will zoom in on every gourmet,
tangled wire mesh feeder station.
round and round they’ll fly,
on zesty mission beetroot,
a cock-eyed scavenger‘s delight,
are they siblings of a noble order?
white tale mountain bluebirds swopping,
habitat for granite boundary habit,
off key off discordant choirboys,
six sided snow bird chorus,
ear splitter for tardy wakening,
they cheep religiously as if,
their only valid creed was,
window squinting prayer meets