Episode two..What can we do.? The sixth
Generation in technology is forming ( the
Government issues no warning ) not as in
2020..' The threat was amplified by all and
Any.' Mostly by those in media and tech also pharmacies were in it over their heads
Its time to prioritise, to me thats clear.' Or go souless, as ghouls with no redress.' A
Citizen of tyranny, overruled by tech and motivated by innumerable fears.)
he was a classic analytic
logic overruled his feelings
he put every thought into a box
wanted symmetry in his life
his home was full of squares and circles
he refused to acknowledge stars, streaks or bumps
preferred tan, gray and black to bright colors
surrounded by neatly filed papers and people
never noticed chameleons, or shapeshifters
content with a grayscale life
never enthusiastic or excited
bland, boring and blah
at the traffic stop, where good meets bad.
a trickle of sweat runs down, you're not guilty, so you get mad.
you bicker and bicker, but to no avail, the bat in the blue badge made up his mind
you had no reason to overreact, the rage has made you blind.
i have a body in the backseat of my matte black car.
if i act accordingly, surely there's no way i get caught, i can take this thing far.
an inviting eye, and a smile that blinds his eye, the opposition has been fooled.
the fate that had awaited me, has sadly but unironically been overruled.
"i didn't do it" vs "i'm having a good day" was never a fair fight.
nobody with the correct moral compass to tell what is wrong and what is right.
the anger and spite in your voice has trapped you, an innocent soul trapped away, nobody to care.
sometimes the villain wins by doing nothing, and sadly, but unironically their bad deeds leave no one to spare.
The doctor’s practice went to waste
the moment that the medic faced
A call from his reserve platoon
to fight a battle all too soon
The CEO of Pharma-Tech
would leave behind all hands on deck
When his brigade came calling him
he knew the war was no mere whim
The principal of my kids’ school
had fought the call, but overruled
He swiftly left his chair unmanned
The army had ripped up his plans
‘Coz ev’ry year since 'forty-eight
Disruption's marred the Jewish State
Facebook flight, a messenger pigeon
Each Pageant shuffles pretty women
Most admired tiara sparkle temporal
Sash off strategic take trick terminal
No need to tweet esteem over media
Stern sensei recites reprimand, sepia
Cyber courier delaying defeat in fury
Gathers fragile artefacts via the jury
Thrown to past season, bent bouquet
Creases curtain backstage, showcase
Effort effected in gloom glows wattage
Wife writes fairytale wedding marriage
Health heralds husband’s regard sole
Seashell static fuzz phases out vitriol
Ocean sunk scroll in bottle, lost title
Cut circuit campaign silences recital
25th January
Objection Overruled
Bethel Island nine and nine, the twins splash
and race the motor boat - the owner was rash.
The parents of nine and nine found this crappy.
Until excitement was overruled, twins were happy.
The restaurant but rubble on return tour.
No longer nine and now towing a contour.
His wife at nine years old, his golden days -
she was a twin of the same age. Replays
in his head, if they had grown up together.
Oh how he’d accept a side by side tether.
The other boy would have to speed the boat,
splash in the sun, with his sister, to stay afloat.
so ten of your teeth were pulled
and now your mouth crown jeweled
you must think us daffy
you ate all that taffy
insurance claim overruled.
MY theology was formed when Mother taught me the Lord's Prayer.
YOU and I know that what's good for mother is good enough for us.
THEOLOGY, defined as the study of God, is made simple at Calvary.
HE, God Almighty, clearly defines theology for all mankind at Calvary.
ETERNITY'S long-awaited secret is revealed and offered to all at Calvary.
OBJECTIONS are overruled, not sustained; sin's curse is sealed at Calvary.
LOVE defeats and obliterates both Satan's lies and deceit at Calvary.
OVERREACH by Satan and organized religion proves fatal at Calvary.
GOD was in Christ and reconciling the world to Himself at Calvary.
'YES' is God's forever word of guaranteed acceptance at Calvary.
041222PS
The Alleys of Virtual Municipalities
By David J Walker
I love walking
the rutted roads
Running in
hidden groves
Through
the residential jungles
the rambling
backyard boulevards
dividing the
single file plies of
dirt and gravel
A straight line between
Picket fenced fortresses of
Flimsy privacy providing
Trash truck Sunday drivers with a
A No man’s land-bound with trees &
Treasures found by
dumpster divers
I love listening
To the feral catcalls
in the last stand of
wildland
Overruled by skulks of city foxes
I love trekking
The pioneered turnpikes
On fast mountain bikes
Riding & reading between
the telephone lines
mapped by
XYZ Municipalities and
The vague virtual realities of
An alley’s informalities
I love the
Tell all tall tales
Of what fails to be
Needed anymore
Underscored by
Overflowing dumpsters
Deed beseeches with no passion,
Ruled like a peasant,
By cussing, language was weaken,
Rationality overruled by emotion,
Ignorance detests reason,
These mongrels play chicken.
What a trick!
Jumbled and distractedly jarred,
I awoke beside myself like a wraith,
a spectator to my primal confusion,
hamstrung by the goddess Chaos,
psychotic and frightfully broken.
Drifting through scrambled shrapnel,
a witness to my scrappy scrabble salads
chasing my fleeting thoughts.
I was an ineffectual phantom weeping
wounded windswept in the rain,
a helpless hapless harlequin of shadows
in perpetual refrain.
Months passed while doctors pondered me,
I compressed moments into kaleidoscopic disarray.
My immediacy overruled past and future; and
all spacial orientation collapsed. I watched my
decline like a desperate specter, never seeing
how I could exit my vertigo maze.
But as abrupt as it began, it inexplicably stopped.
I was engulfed by luminous morning,
A bystander to my maelstrom no longer,
I arose astonished in tearful release
to a world of deeper textures
and fevered passions,
to this world where I am no longer
beside myself.
Guess what? Got our first snowfall on Nov.7th
Should be against the law, this white crap from the heavens
Are there no rules
Did the rules get overruled
Ain't no justice ya hear and parliament's out of session
Midst biblical knowledge
Along the verse Psalm 14:1* I acknowledge
Yet in self-exaltation along vested interest’s mileage
I cling to humanistic tenets gained from secular college…
Forgive me, Lord, when I deny You with heart of blasphemous sacrilege.
Midst exposure to awesome miracles
Along ecstatic experience toward victory-pinnacles
Yet in financial constraints around dearth and crises’ cycles
I’m gripped with worries’ angst; shackled by miseries’ manacles…
Forgive me, Lord, when I’m overtaken with mind of skepticism-tentacles.
Midst truth-revelation’s acceptance
Along deception’s circumspect avoidance
Yet in good works and faith-pleasing performance
I fall short due to my doubt’s endurance and trust’s reluctance…
Forgive me, Lord, for being overruled by rebellious will filled with arrogance.
Midst radiance of goodness’ glow
Along wisdom’s guidance to follow
Yet in clear warnings against spiritual low
I ignore admonitions, rebukes and reprimands’ blow…
Forgive me, Lord, for showing folly that forsakes grace-flow.
*Psalm 14:1 “The fool hath said in his heart, There is no God…”
November 28, 2018
Gobsmacked, bamboozled and confused
— how to get one day back.
Imagine if one day was robbed of all its good and bad?
Perhaps a wedding, now she’s a virgin again-
he doesn’t remember the present he unwrapped last night.
Or a baby sucking its thumb back in the darkest womb -
what happened to the light?
You remember the terror of jaws chewing off your limb
but no one else knows why you won’t go for a swim.
Your first “A” lost - they still think you’re a loser
though you studied bad.
The screaming plays over and over and over again
though your parents don’t know why you’re mad.
The car you had fixed has a dent and the love
you finally won has been lost.
Gobsmacked, bamboozled,
confused as the day.
Judge Judy pounds her hammer,
your protest’s overruled.
Your afraid to make a move...will it happen again?
There’s no one to ask!
10/21/2018
GOBSMACKS, BAMBOOZLES AND CONFUSES ME Poetry Contest
Sponsor - Caren Krutsinger
Cold,
When we are grief is untold
When we are helpless and hopeless
When we are all wandering with no direction
When all hope is lost amidst insurgence.
Cold,
When the girl child is raped, molested and battered with no justice.
When innocent babies are aborted in birth places and thrown in sacred places.
When the boy child is put under immoral subjection and barbaric act.
Cold,
When life's experiences makes us lose our balances.
When justices seems like a crisis
When innocent lives are murdered and butchered like animals.
Cold,
When the remembrance of the lost seems like a trauma we can't recover from.
When their stories can only be told within our hearts and not foretold.
Cold,
When we are scold,blindfold and sold together with our household.
When our raised placards can't save us.
When our cries is no longer heard and sounds like an helpless widow.
Cold,
When fraudulent practices has become an habit of those in governance.
When our rights as a citizen is overruled even as a franchise.
When we bark like a toothless dog.
Give us a heart of flesh oh God! ??????
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