FIND HOME
For those wondering souls who’s lost their way,
who has even forgotten their name,
For those of you, who lost their faith,
because of more than your fair share of pain.
A life of roses among the thorns,
more than petals paving the way,
More than joys, your sorrows worn,
a soul with holes like soles of shoes each day.
Would that I could have saved you,
From the cruelties your mind and heart endured,
Would could I have even prevented,
What they said was for you, no cure.
Would that I could have pointed to signs,
When your obscured vision had gone,
But the lady has now laid down the path,
for her lost children to find their way home.
For those who had gone in another direction
although Jesus said, “I am the Way”
No other Truth, no other Light there be,
it was a lie that led you astray.
Come now my children, like a mother hen,
shielding her chicks from the storms,
The grace of Christ to gather you,
in His loving protective arms.
At Christ’s return to collect His bride,
And soon we’ll be rapturously gone,
But there will still remain a narrow way
a martyr’s path in red showing the way home.
503.
PLedge for PL
When my 777 Pledge to our church was prevented
I strongly believed 8 will be compensated
Now God Himself His justice He exacted
When my pledge to Him was thwarted
Oh I regret the 1st downfall of the Liberal
Yet, my 1st release from being their vassal
Never again can I be their slave loyal
For I now pledge myself to PL (PDP-Laban) & other rival.
-sometime in May or June 2016
(Dumarao)
Britishness was fairness
Not bothered about race
Jokes that didn’t careless
taken with good grace
We didn’t take it serious
religion got a drilling
there were no inferiors
when there was derision
everything was personal
no grouping in together
words were never worst of all
a bantering endeavour
people got all sensitive
they were not integrated
it would have prevented it
now all we hear is hatred
accusations and censorship
from humour and free will
well I say you should get a grip
we don’t care how you feel
Imported with these people
a way that is not ours
deport yourself it’s simple
if words are giving scars
we don’t need to make the great
let’s make Great Britain British
it takes care to discriminate
you’re the victim of your image
For one whole day they
Turned off the internet
And encouraged people
To recall how they met.
A camel trek in Egypt,
By the Tower of Pisa,
A casual chat beside
A supermarket freezer.
Was it just coincidence
On his way to Radio Shack
He met his future partner
Out to buy a Big Mac.
Marching together to
Celebrate Gay Pride,
An eventful encounter
That prevented a suicide.
Long before they realised
Twenty four hours was gone
And the Big Fat Controller
Turned the internet back on.
There was optimism some
New relationships would last
And a slight rise in birthrate
Was confidently forecast.
An exercise in cynicism
To test the whole nation
For its vulnerability to mass
Suggestion and manipulation
The makers of the algorithms
Used the experience as a whole
To refine and extend the means
And bounds of their control.
No other choices left to go
Words and advice have been to slow
Doing their job would of prevented this
Every communication into the abyss
No cruelty no care
Treated not nice of fair
Just the vast expanse of nothingness
From those who promote healthiness
Being paid large salaries
Preaching to those with abnormalities
One appointment every year
The rest of the time living in fear
I cry and beg for your help
Yet they leave me crying ready to yelp
They like to kick you when your down
Beg for help and they frown
Her silence has left me more devastated
Mood so low and deflated
With no choice just a last resort
A drug for the mind it may support
The outcome may have been different
If they weren’t so rude and ignorant
But for right now I have the last resort
Moment bleeds into hour
Activity moving along
Every thought of danger
Always wanting to belong
Nothing seems to pan out
Leads surface and disappear
What is wrong with my person
No one can endure me being here
Other people have support
Mine is rescue-based
Where they always come out the hero
I'm kneeling alone...feeling debased
I'm done with going along
Getting along has cost me living
I will no longer abandon my self
To endure required giving
Liberation is death to systems
Designed to keep servants working
Overseers hired and placed
To hide around corners, always lurking
So what if it looks like I am alone
My spiritual family has my back
Daddy God designed my success
As trust learns peace in the midst of lack
Seasons come and go
This season is the point of no return
I am losing everything
That has prevented me from wanting to learn
Silence
Written by Trudy Schrader on 01-17-2026
The throb deep in the jaw
Nothing else feels quite so sore
Can think about nothing but pain
This is like a brutal campaign
Trying to urgently ring a dentist
Needing pain relief from the chemist
No appointments for several days
Why all the unnecessary delays
Feeling the pain behind my eyes
The intolerable pain is my demise
Nothing even dims this pain
Wanting to slice out the vein
The pain relentless
Working out how I could of prevented this
I brush those teeth twice a day
And the pain doesn’t stay away
The dentist told me to wait 14 weeks
To get that thing pulled from between my cheeks
What an absolute joke
I could have a bloody stroke
Can’t see a doctor or go to a hospital
Just keep putting on something topical
The state of basic public services
Is enough to cause disturbances
Oh I pray the pain to vanish
To a place it can banish
Before the next one comes to have a play
All in an effort to ruin every day
This won’t stop until the bone graft my jaw
The next couple of years I’ll be eating through a straw
Because public services are so woeful
And we are told to be grateful
Today is the election
But there’s very little doubt
Who will soon be New York’s mayor,
For the word has gotten out.
Since I live near Gracie Mansion,
Every time there is a change,
I expect to see a difference,
Something that I might find strange.
Yet that very rarely happens,
Though one mayor put a fence
Which prevented us from peeking
In the yard during events.
Still, there hasn’t been a mayor
Quite as young, who will reside
In the neighborhood, along with
His new even-younger bride.
Even if he throws loud parties,
Leaving folks less than delighted,
There are many reasons why I know
I’d never be invited.
In hiding that women are locked outside of california's democracy we are not the same
Present has no further tense to be meaningful is to be regarded as dis-wanted
The past tensing of crime upon a woman’s singular right to pass…….
This is a bearing which cannot be prevented from demand of answer
As to why and whom has allowed this to transpire
Concern and Certainty are appointed as law during these transgressions
Certainty does not to exist as fault is currently attempting to be absolved
There is no legal means for this function in the universe
Physics commands the mortal physique and as such we must itemize a budget
From the parameters of physics not to accost the day
Sunlight provides all manners of energy on earth
No hearing is need to destroy the present
Time has lapsed for celebration
The enmity clause is called for in euphemistic disregard of payment
Payment for services rendered
Tax has been liened farther than constitution can hold
The back pay of motel keys is due forthwith in thousand oaks california
To private citizens who have endured unendable slander and liable upon there house
I woke each break with cast a shadow on my chest,
a nameless weight that stole my needed rest.
It spoke in lies I dared not try to fight,
and turned the morning darker than the night.
I laughed in rooms so no one saw the ache,
while every smile felt brittle, thin, and fake.
It fed on doubt, on all I held in fear,
until my hope grew faint then disappeared.
And saw not ruin but a quiet resurrection.
A spark within me, stubborn, fierce, and small,
whispered, rise now…you will not fall.
I never struck it down with a conqueror's sword—
I just smply prevented confiding the fibs it made.
I stood unarmored yet would not yield—
my heart-- the only weapon I could wield.
It roared, it clawed, but I refused to bend;
its reign of silence met a sudden end.
And in that breath, my life was rearranged—
The day the beast cut down, was the day I changed.
The calendar showed January 1899,
there were only a few hours of real daylight
He set out in his poor man's boat, early dawn
Snow and ice did not melt until mid-May
The cold bit his face and hands,
he had to try to obtain some food on the table
All they had was flatbread,
oats and water porridge
A sudden storm forced him to seek shelter
He had to be master of his own destiny
Strong east wind
prevented him from going ashore
The best possibility was to anchor
in a cove sheltered from the wind
Grandfather's killick saved him
from drowning that day
It may be one of the most poetic ending of all
Icarus’ fall, that is
Stupid, prideful Icarus
The boy who flew too close to sun and expected not to burn
He learned that things can be beautiful
But intangible and fatal
Everyone talks about his death
How greedy he must be to have the opportunity to fly but give up on a wistful whim
But they forget his joy
For Icarus laughed as he fell,
teeth barred to the world as they say
Maybe everyone saw him fall
But in his mind he always flying
Even as the melted wax scorched his skin
His wings, poetically enough, prevented him from swimming to save his life
Even though, it is still the undeniable fact that Icarus Flew
I’d call him a lucky bastard
While you’d call him a fool
And there is a possibility that I am wrong
For another fact is that he is dead
But that matters not to him
For, you’re not in hell if you like the way it burns
I've scoured t
he earth..And all heavanly realms..Searching
For someone??? Who will really be well? Righteous and
Upstanding its been an interesting stint.' I did find some
Willing..I'd say the best of the candidates.' But these were
All skint.' For their mentality you see is mostly to share!! And to get to earthly power.' Well lets not even go there.!
I never left very far as i worked all through the ones ' every
One of them btw; were Gods daughters and sons! I just re read
The Bible revelations by Jhon..Surname??? Well it was not shown'
Yet not Trump or Putin.?? He was still unworthy all the same.' Its known,
So the moral of this poem is the poor will aways be.' Taxed to annihilation while wars are waged gaining prosperity' so
The ones who would be able to give and do are prevented.!
By the system humans adhere to.' Hey does this all seem
Invented? So in summation I say to all others 'fear the Lord
Keep His commands' for there are no true others.'
Knew the truth you were anxious to cover,
your dastardly lurking’s not lost on me;
Trying to hide from my x-ray vision,
it’s such a pity how you wrote me off;
Your dastardly lurking’s not lost on me,
stop these attempts to become a shadow;
I play the game so much better than you;
Trying to hide from my x-ray vision,
you cannot dim my light I’m here to foil;
False flow is bested with a fireball;
It’s such a pity how you wrote me off,
my skills could have prevented a downfall;
I lay waste to all your rapacious lies.
The porch looks great
She has had a complete face lift
The old rickety rack stuff is gone
New space opens up to a larger landscape
I am enjoying my yard for the first time
No railings, which always prevented my view.
A costly job, but well worth it.
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