Buchenwald Bergen Belsen Belzec Auswitz Birkenau..Advertized as kibutz
Camps 1940 s designs, live now as this
Ages macarb'e museums, attractions of
Evil madness i find.' Generating payments
That get siphoned to wars.' They are temples to manna, steeped in past agonys..Into current atrocitys i am almost
Sure.? I am not reflecting on Jews far and
Near for there will be many who are not guilty of ultra earthly zionisam, yet i realize there is more, i see a satanic circle
Of distinct groups nominally Christian Jewish Islamic Hindu Buddist Zen under
satan..In cahoots each sect stirrs its followers to cause some bad event, then its the turn of another.' This way they circumvent.? Discovery of their methods
The public perception is always skewed..az they melt in and out of the shadow world that enables their attacks
On you.' Or whoever they next intend to do.!
She carved in my bones
Before I could comprehend
My body was a temple
But she never mentioned
How it was crafted from stolen stone —
Every wall lined with ancient scripture
Shame plastered over the cracks
Commandments hung like blackout curtains
Every hymn was a rallying cry:
Kneel, obey, don’t you dare question
Go on and bury that doubt
But
Did she count on my defiance
I was labeled a vessel--
But never the storm
Her god demanded sacrifice
So she chiseled away my essence
To fit her fragile frame
My hips; forbidden gateways,
My tongue: an unholy scroll of secrets
If this is a temple
Then set it on fire
Let the flames scream louder than my demons
My body is a temple —
But it belongs to me
And I refuse to apologize again
Theres a flood today in Crick.'
Uncontrolled migrants; on the uptick'
There is football till morning.'
When they normally were snoring
And drunks in their, park being sick.'
Out of the womb of seedless water came her birth,
And no less than always has been her silent beauty;
Radiant essence, crowning the earth’s heavenly throne:-
She’s a special reflective bouquet of God’s creativity;
Mothering sun smoothing each of her rays into its chosen place
As her regal dome challenges the matter of her crowning magnanimity:-
Her celestial realm is a royal domain established by her creator;
Her celestial curvaceous tinted arch has forever excited the mind’s
Voracious appetite for things whose worth and beauty rivals gold’s own:-
Yes, from time immemorial, humanity has had the privileged
Of her celestial beauty and teeming glow; yet, humanity,
Has never been able to control God’s teasing rainbow:-
Salutations!
We’re all just a figment of God’s imagination
Or just a simple angle of schematical equation.
He’s especially intrigued with His favorite fascination,
His most magical, wonderful, COSMIC Creation ...
Of death and rebirth! He calls it Earth!
For what it’s worth,
There’s no need for any truth or radical explanations.
He hasn’t any real or extrapolated expectations,
Yet has come to realize as I’m writing down these words,
How absurd, little bird, He chuckles in surprise,
Then bursting out with delight, with delight!
So wise, He sighs. Oh my, time flies ...
The Dreamer never dies.
Sooooo, I'm goin' to ...
Enjoy the day to the fullest when the Sunshines shining bright!
Enjoy the day in the highest even when it's really rainy out!
Enjoy the day as the coolest even when n if I'm on my way out ... side
And now, and now, I enjoy the NOW
With Full Moonbeams on me right here and how.
Hear on me, here on me, adhere on me tonight!
So wise, I sigh. Oh my, time flies ...
The Dreamer never dies.
Forks can be multi-purposed.
I keep one in my purse for emergencies.
They are good to retrieve things that slide under booths in restaurants.
Helpful to dislodge cockleburs from dog's fur
Part my hair when I am waiting for a friend at Gilly’s Café.
A fork does not pull your hair as hard as a comb.
I use philosophical musings,
My key maker is reverie,
A few attempts may be needed,
Alignment may not occur each time.
Upon success, the door opens,
A mirror stands there, devoid of reflection,
Then a ripple, whatever part of you hidden,
Manifests.
It grasps you digging talons in,
drags you inside,
Beware, can take possession of your husk,
enjoy the ride.
descending colors
falling from sky into lake
closing of the day
A man shot a multicolor singing bird,
Some women who were hearing the song felt bad,
Some police officers arrested and hit him so bad
His mother screamed loudly ,
his grand mother failed badly.
The singing bird died,
The women were so bored,
The shooter was charged,
Her mama paid,
His grandmother kicked the bucket,
A basket player was sorry on his way to play basket,
The women and the police officers regretted for her death,
The shooter and her mama were so confused because of her depart,
Paramedics were so late at the scene place,
Some people came closer to comfort them
He asked himself "how could the singing bird departed
with my grandmother?
Was she incarnating in the bird?
Did I kill my granny , really?"
He learned to not kill innoncent Birds
Written on March 04 /2023
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe Mussabwa Chris
Madonna is eclectic, multi-talented too, a humdinger
She has been a producer, a director, actress and singer
Song-writing has come natural as do many other things
She is impressive no matter what direction her ideas bring
I
Our universe, if investigated a little bit
Will amaze us, and build faith past limit
II
The universe may be expanding now
It was smaller before the Big Bang (as it were)
It has contracted & expanded since U know
It may just be the birth & death cycles
Has repeated as in death & birth of stars
S. Hawking said, So long as there is gravity
The Universe can rebirth itself ( re-create itself)
Most of the stars in our universe has been or
Or occupy some spit up on the giant "sky canvas"
Only 5 percent of syats will be born in the years
Or time that we measure ... Time humans expect to see in future
Amazing science truths and speculations: modifying the Phoenix rising from Ashes myth
so we are writing this
no one wrote this
everything writes this
Typewriters and enough humans
Shaking spear nosed baboon
Dam dirty humans
------ ---- ------ -2-d universe flat writing
01000 10000100 10011101
how do you spell riting
Three burgered hams and potato oblongs
i'm from the universe that knows all the others
we are watching you
ha you still believe in God
i thought no one would fall for that
What are my pets up to today
W dont hav that curly shapd lttr you hav
inevitably snapped
If you allow the history to overshadow the change,
you'll focus on the past more than the present day,
becoming more accustomed to a gone reality,
where racism was open and of the majority,
back then the world was thoughtless, not like ours today
they thought you all subhuman and kept you out the way
through bigoted delusion they oppressed you into place
when narcissistic mindsets had no knowledge of disgrace
Now, today, you're in our vision as we allow you take the stage
with sensitivity we listen and confront those past mistakes
we've acceptance that was missing as we learn the world you face
feeling shamed we join your mission respecting you for what it takes
saddened by the small minority still showing you that hate
for every racist out there you've a hundred thousand mates
support will keep on growing whilst those racists go to waste
for the first time we've a future with ONE multi-human race
Iridescent blooms,
linger lavender or peach.
Butterflies alight.
Human history is a complex, convoluted, blood-stained tapestry of abstract concepts. Civilization is comprised of interwoven social, ancestral, historical, and theological threads: each with its own independent stitch and significance in time. Brutality and humanity are juxtaposed in the human heart and soul. In our minds, Angels and demons coexist in the fertile grounds of our imagination. Curiosity fuels our desire to test the limits of possibility and challenge the concept of the impossible. We are mortal animals with a predilection for war, who view ourselves as eternal souls.
the human gene pool
multi-colored waters ~
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