Kiss the sky or dig the land,
Catch the stars or drill the sand.
Sit on clouds and fly with birds,
Drink the air or taste the soil.
Look up for cosmic ways or skies,
Or move around the ground of words.
Face the sun and feel the moon,
Gaze at moments of dawn and dusk.
Behold, stare, and listen to
The whisper of the breeze or the sound of wind.
Touch the twilight or close your eyes,
Smell the fragrance or pinch your nose.
Flies love figs, oaks, elms, and willows; we know.
They play hide-and-seek with leaves tinged with snow.
In their purblind fondness, our hearts get sparked?
Do they flee from us because we're crook-backed?
Around us, wingers of every kind fly.
We often love their melancholic cry.
Isn't each fly as fine as a butterfly?
Shouldn't each be the master of the sky?
The colours and vibes of flies are versatile.
Doesn't their existence, yet, appear futile?
Why should frail flies be weighed down by lures?
Why should life move around ecliptic blurs?
Anunnaki verses the Nephillians
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the combatants are in the ring!
A stalling tactiac by
Mussumotto
of the Annunaki.. all while
Vallis destractes
the ref!
Ring announcer two...Geniunus on his part
watch this...
chockblock!
the big guy is down.
Big guy all these guys are
huge!
A.#2.. Huge but this guy right
here can wrestle!
He can Move around in there
like
Bandez the Magnificent
he is one of the best tech wrestlers
active in the pro's
right now.
You don't have to
beleive me just watch!
Bandura is great too!
Chunking foul hook
backdrop!
this guy is specail!
You are like a restless butterfly
but you pick the flowers that are only true.
That's why I love you.
You are so joyful
but don't collect friends like a fool
and hunger for your own celebration
on the Facebook zoo.
That's why I love you.
You love your country and an artist of its art,
you are so possessive to protect
and always keep intact its real history
in your heart.
Your patriotism is vocal like a green parrot,
never backs down, never sad and blue.
That's why I love you.
You move around, speak around,
still like a child,
try to make everyone happy,
you build base everyday for the future,
like an architect, like a busy bee,
and throughout the day
you remain the morning dew.
That's why I love you.
Alas ! Only if you could love me too.
(01.05.2025)
Passing years and Google
I wonder how old one has to be to have a dignified life, Google wants to re-identify myself
It appears there are many of me
They sent me a form where I have to place figures where they sit and move around
the problem is my eyesight is not good after
all at 86 six I’m not a Falk-eyed Indian
How this test can prove whether I’m me and not a company I don’t know
As it is I can’t log into X where I have 200 followers, which at my age is encouraging that there are people who like my view about politics and life in general
Old age is not for the insipid, we who are classified as old suffer joint pains and have legs unwilling to carry us around
Our minds are not as old as our bodies we have tons of experience to divulge, the politics of today have happened before, we know
Is there or should, there be a cutoff point to life
Say at 75 but we old think 75 is young, I even had girlfriends back then, who thought I was handsome; they should see me now!
I feel resentful, that Google in its hunt for
Fake accounts have singled me out after twenty years of loyal service
Alone in a crowded room
Encased in a bubble
They move around me
Like water, past a stone.
An overlap of traits
Each pleasant in isolation
Compounded and compressed
Into dark stillness
Practiced movements
A very convincing smile
An anecdote of sport
Try not to drink too much
The merry ritual
For everyone but me
when the lord pores holy water
upon the ground
I get the Holy Ghost inside of me
then, I float like a butterfly on the Ferris wheel
I flap my wings and float like a monarch butterfly
The holy ghost moves inside of me
I chirp like a bird in the spring
I clap my hands like a tambourine
I move around like a blue windmill
I spin swiftly like a red spinning top
I cluck like a crazy duck
With its head chopped off
So right now
I want to thank you, lord
for blessing me
while you pore the sweet holy water
all around me
the den is as dark as the inside of a witch’s hat, macabre as can be
someone with a green face and pointed nose sits across from me
her nose gives a twitch, there is too much make up around her eyes
her hat is pointed with inverted peak at the top, no big surprise.
my partner is dressed as a computer, with a square metallic head.
Her date is Dracula, red blood around mouth as if he’s eaten some dead.
my date is uncomfortable, I can tell by the way his eyes move around.
a more unlikely candidate for a Halloween party can rarely be found.
table is set in Victorian crystal; there is a pile of something on the plate.
hostess has just arrived dressed in drag; she is fashionably late.
We clap for her, for her entrance deserves some kind of applause.
Walking past our table is a dark grizzly with the longest bear claws.
Let’s get out of here my date says as a tail hits him in the neck.
Tail of a large sparkly purple stegosaurus who stops to genuflect.
Giving the hostess his arm, making his way back now.
Tail hits my man again. He jumps up and says “Holy cow!”
As teacher gets into her class
Pupils make incessant noise
She asks all to keep quiet and listen
But they talk louder, fidgeting extends
Does this chaos cry for more patience?
She begs them to continue talking
To move around, no more learning
Tell their parents what they do in a day
Just idle, break school rules and play
With mouth shut, silences display.
Comes a father with her cute daughter
Her unceasing melt-down is horrible
Sparks in him his last sort of control
By crying out loud rolling down the floor
She halts to think, “Is dad a complete fool?
He says, let’s cry loudly and take turns
Cries of two bring thunder for lightning burns
Her daughter stops then sobs
Father hugs her daughter with love
Then ride back home in their pedicab.
Downplayed it's impact in it's infant state
Threw more bones of decadence for a better taste
Satisfied it's insatiable hunger and thirst
Took notice of it's growth, couldn't care less
Marveled of it's becoming, as it brought in a companion to "nip in bud" the solitude of it's dark layer
I guess you are beginning to get the idea?
Why I comfortably soak in this pool of conviction
Why my moral compass points south
The reason for the wall around me
Shadows move around these walls
Can't converge the courage to let you in
Lest you stumble upon phalanges peeping through
Acknowledging that the impeccable persona I portray, Is far from the character of my reality
In it I nurse something volatile
A creation of my own volition
(Alternative Ending for Peter Peter Pumpkin Eater)
Peter Peter Pumpkin Eater.
Do you think he kept his wife so well
by putting her inside a pumpkin shell?
Inside that shell she had no room
to move around. A rotten groom
was Peter Peter Pumpkin Eater.
In the end, his wife could not be found
by friends or family. He’d thrown away the key,
and his wife was not allowed
to leave that stinking pumpkin shell.
Rumor is from loneliness she died.
Peter cruelly put all empathy aside.
(All). We are the voice of the children, here to educate and lament about all the pain, joy, and anxiety and fear we carry as children all over the world.
1.We are shut out by time and speed, indeed time really moves but today we stand as the voice of all children, lamenting and remembering our brothers and sisters in all parts of the world, speaking freedom, encouraging respect, crying against child oppression and calling and wailing for redemption of the world’s future leaders.
(All). Ooh indeed we stand to speak for those who can’t speak. Overall we are here to make the first step in fighting the problem and that is identifying the problem.
2. All children whose parents left them, all children who don’t have a place to call home but they move around in the streets begging for food and they sleep in the holes tanks and anywhere even when the night is cold and dark they stand alone, without education and without proper medication.
(All). Our hearts are bleeding today, sorrow and horror that is why we cry and wail as loud as we can calling for help.
Thyself Peregrinate seeking recomforture
Sheltered not by structure
But as warmth from love
Faith in thy prayer
Assay provide enough
Gods gift to prithee
Use thy gift thou must
I move around place to place , seeking comfort.
Sheltered not by structure.
But as warmth from love.
Faith in my prayer, to try provide enough.
God's gift to please .
Use My gift I must .
Crazy thoughts
Energy grows deep within
Like magma below the ground
The crown sits heavy on the head
While watching people move around
Humble is a defeated mind
Like truth
It can set you free
But under this skin of flesh
Will forever remain the key
Philosophers question our very lives
While mystics renounce their claims
In the end, the world still spins
The cloud still darkens the day
The sun still shines above the blind
Though the sound may fade away
It is true this vessel will lose
But the spirit will remain the same
Ether bounds us to the ground
Like birds with no wings
If you desire to leave this realm
Make sure your heart can sing
Truth be told when the whistles blow
No one will know the truth
Until the day we release the pain
And spit out the golden fruit
Don't believe the nonsense you read
The truth is all the same
Truth is
I dont know the truth
What i do know is that unity strengthens an individual's voice and being. So find
Your clan strengthen it from within. And just live!
R.K.H
Hey! Hey! Hey! We are going to Timbuktu today!
Sing croaking this is a frog family known as McCray
They pack their red Volkswagen into the ground
It won’t move a bit, steering wheel cannot move around
I cannot let go of anything little sister admits
Daddy gets angry and throws two masculine fits.
Mommy also refuses to take any suitcases down
So they get stuck staying all weekend in their town.
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