The price is paid, the blood is shed..No
devil in hell will make our bed.' The pearl
Once purchased cannot be sold.' No one
Should start again the refrains, dead and
Old.'
Or strew such
Treasure before the pigs..Who tear the
Soil and but shallow dig.' Who grunt at
Wisdom.' And scream at the wind, that
Blows ill or good..What matters it them.?
All for the slaughter, act like this, as unholy
Demons shudder and hiss, they stir up the
Wars and all thats amiss.' Remove our
focus from such; I àsk you Lord' may peace of the spirit bind all Jesus's people in one direction; mind and accord.!
Oh , to Love the summers
How can I Love the spring
when it's the rain
pulling me
And now , June is midway
Asleep until noon , I'm dreaming
Daylight
Falling on my eyes
Between the Clouds
The lines are always changing
Thunderstorm , I heard
But rain came
Without my permission
There is a glow on my neck ,
which she loves
Am I still dreaming
quietly ,
Asked her in my dreams
I cannot save this world,
but look how , it's trying, to save me
Archive June'25
While rain in my thoughts. Not the violent sort that breaks windows but the kind that arrives quietly. Yet another thought lingered in the background like a candle burning in a forgotten room, perhaps salvation was never meant to move in one direction. Perhaps while we spend our lives trying to save fragments of the world, the world is quietly saving fragments of us in return. That faint suspicion that something unseen sat beside your bed all night, making certain you remained.
Self-restraining without complaining
The holy day has come lifting our eyes
Recite Duas, now hearts are taming
Sinning has gone, waving our goodbyes
Welcome back the month of Ramadhan
Where days as we wholeheartedly fast
Rise before thread of dawn and Adhan
Abandon our sins from our forgone past
Facing one direction with devotion
How can one lack emotional reeling?
Peace lingers negating commotion!
Ruku, steadily bowing and feeling
Sujood, close to the divine Creator
Iftaar, we shall break our fast later
Snowballs met with red iron bullets
Someone
Has lost their compass
On the neighborhood streets of Minneapolis
The direction
Of wet splat on an officer’s back
To the metal response from a pistol splitting a windshield
Then a brain’s mesh
No one really knows
How the Albatross finds her way
Three times around the globe
Gliding on winds from one Pole to the other
What pulls her what pushes her
What power gets in her head
Ruffles her feathers and tickles her wings
Points her in one direction rather than another
It is to wonder
From the ice cold shale tumbled by glaciers
How she bares but one child every few years
While she shields with her feet and belly
A nest
From carbon bombardment
She can only fight with snowballs
Ducked under
By the President’s soldiers
Weighed down
With the oil and Crypto of Teflon vests cannisters badges radios
All our heads
The entire world
Spinning spinning out of control.
Love in one direction
Longing for connection
Their heart belongs to someone else
My soul hurts and melts
Something else gets to hold them
I can only look and condemn
As I know I can be better
And hurt them never
Heart break for something in return
Feeling like a crash burn
I put my heart on a sleeve
One day they may believe
They are your true soul mate
I know we would be true and great
They are super sweet and clever
I dream and know we are a never
We are not even in the same league
But maybe I can spike their intrigue
I continue to dream of their gentle kiss
Be someone they can’t dismiss
A friendly act plays with my mind
Maybe their love has been reassigned
A gentle touch sets off sparks
Maybe some flirting and kind remarks
A smile and a gaze tease me
Set their mind free to be with me
My heart aches for a meaningful hug
To stop feeling like such a mug
I’m not brave enough to confront this
I will continue longing for one true kiss
Welcome, 2026.
We greet you
without drums.
With scars.
With open hands.
2025 closed doors
without apology.
It taught us
how endings rule men
before beginnings crown them.
You arrive as calculation.
2+0+2+6.
Ten.
Reduced to One.
The first law of power.
The beginning of command.
The number that creates
by destroying what came before.
The old order collapses quietly.
The new is not gentle.
It is born
from necessity.
You are the Sun
after a long night.
Not merciful.
But clarifying.
From many voices
to one direction.
From division
to unity sharpened by truth.
We open the gates
not with faith alone,
but with understanding.
May humanity learn restraint.
May power learn balance.
May peace come
not as innocence,
but as wisdom earned.
To every soul still standing,
after the storm of yesterday,
I say—
Welcome to 2026.
The year that begins
because it must.
time is a river flowing
it lets nothing stand in its way
~ obstinately speeds in one direction
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
I am grateful for my memory…
grateful, over the years, for all the memories I have caught…
and grateful that, although time moves in only one direction,
my memory does not.
To cross the street Herr Biedermeyer
made a firm election:
the spot was safe – Gefahrengasse -
strictly one-direction.
But, looking south and stepping out,
he got a sharp surprise:
a car, approaching from the north,
was hidden from his eyes.
It knocked him in the air, and soon
had sped away and gone.
Herr Biedermeyer had a lot
to muse and ponder on.
No bones were broken, no blood shed:
no blasphemy, no oaths:
he knit his brow in thought, and frowned,
and dusted-off his clothes.
The German mind’s a splendid thing
(think Schopenhauer, Kant):
but nimbleness is not its bag –
it’s no-one’s corybant.
“The street’s one way, and thus,” surmised
this latter-day Von Papen,
“nothing hit me. I’m immune.
No accident could happen.”
May we be blessed understand this lesson
that from my grandpa’s lips was taught…
How time moves in only one direction
but how our memory…does not.
From the moment of our birth…as we compose our daily rhyme…
we are free-floating on a river…a river we call time.
Somewhere as we’re floating…perhaps in a moment of silent reflection…
We realize this river of time flows at one speed…and in only one direction.
We accept these restrictions created by this stream….
knowing if the current ever stopped flowing…
we’d have no memories…no dreams.
There are times of sorrow, however, times that make us cry
times of tragedy and disaster…
when we wish that river of time would flow along a little faster.
There are other times, however, times of great happiness and joy
perfect moments that make us smile….
when we wish that river would slow down…or pause a little while.
But wishing time will speed up or slow down…leaves us disappointed and frustrated…
because we know that’s not how time works…not how she was created.
So we do our best to enjoy the ride as we float on this ever-flowing stream
content to turn our moments into memories…and our wishes into dreams.
To my love
I cannot tell as others do
Thou you are a such a pulchritude
The ideal love of glory
You alone you were born
The angel with a gold heart
I shall but love thee in my death bed
My heart can tell how,
The sky can turn blue in daylight
But I will never leave thee sight
The night birds can sing in darkness
But my heart will still tell the same story to your ear
Love can tell when it's real
I will flow in one direction like a river with you
I love thee till the ocean is fold of flags and hung up to dry
If the stars can cause a collision that will be the end of us if we unite
I like those sweet lips of you
The gently, the fade not the fame
To my own native shore
The story of thee love in my Medusa
The hyacinth skin,thee classic lips
To the glory that God praise
And happiness that is home
You can be the servent of my heart
The agate map within thee hands,
The love from the passage of my heart,
That God breeds
For as free the soul can wound
If this love is a story I shall be the writer.
In Gods shadow, Mr. President!
Just lead! No second guessing,
follow the Nation heart, it’s We the people!
Stay our course, set our goals and execute.
Endure adversity, it’s our strength,
that sets you apart.
Lead ahead, do not follow.
Stay out in front, out of the shadows,
don’t follow.
Your first steps, you must listen,
always follow what’s right!
Regenerate the Country roots,
grow us individually and equally,
toward a halo light.
May you feel We the people,
in your spirit, always present by divine.
On the Country journey,
toward one direction,
under truth and leadership defines.
Lead from the front, don’t follow.
Keep proving, keep moving and do not stop.
Toward one direction,
on the Country journey to the top.
Keep advancing forward, don’t stop.
May the heart of Nation, We the people,
pump your spirit that's present by divine.
Leads our Country on the journey,
toward one compass, we must climb!
Lead don't follow!
It is coming of two souls
A formation of togetherness
Are you overwhelmed?
It is amalgamation of two hearts
A stipulation of agreements
Are you content?
A marriage,
As the spears form a union
And the arrows point in one direction
May you be amazed
As the culture takes a platform
And the goals are modified
May you be speechless
Incredible it is,
It is coming of two responsibilities
A formation of accountability
Are you able?
It is amalgamation of two strategies
A stipulations of values
Are you intelligent?
A commitment
Two suns seen
In the heaven
Going in one direction
One is rising
One is setting.
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