Something has entered the field
System registered high alert
All stations locked and loaded
To experience an unknown hurt
Trained to react to all invaders
Defensive and shielded at the gate
Heart is guarded by golden light
So that pain and suffering never endure hate
Change was supposed to come
An upgrade to transmission
How can restoration come to stay
If loosh is released in every emission
The key is in the pause of patience
Waiting and seeing the flow
The pattern will eventually surface
Revealing where all worms go
Replication to overwhelming the system
So that no interface can take place
Preventing rescue from outside sources
Is how the sticky snake likes to lace
We are saved from within, through patience
When we see, we stand with TRUTH against lies
The blood of LOVE has filled the fears
And our testimony radiates til our enemy dies
Written by Trudy Schrader on 08-29-20266
Unseen assailant force
Pushing me back with each step
Preventing my breath
A poem about the seasons
Or a pet gets people reading,
Though only on occasion
Is that what the poet’s needing.
Thus, many verses go unread,
The price of being selfish,
Preventing possibilities
Or writing going shelf-ish.
A journalist strings words on topics
Given on assignment,
With facts and research intertwined
For print or e-alignment.
But poets have a great big world
From which to choose a topic,
Their vision open to it all
Or sometimes plain myopic
And if those other subjects
May prove somewhat less inviting,
They may not find a readership,
Yet still enjoy the writing.
Light represents reality, pure consciousness and divine truth,
the physical need for pleasure and happiness is a distraction,
a cloak of bliss preventing us to look deeper into our reality,
there is always a battle of our intellect and our lower mind,
desires, needs and ego- a magnetic pull for attachments and,
attractions to the physical world, leaving us anchored,
and bound to the material earthly wants forgetting the light,
because of the veil of bliss leaves us searching for the truth,
the big picture- it is a cosmic game of hide-and-seek,
that we must navigate through the distractions in our life,
and overcome that magnetic pull of desires and rediscover,
the hidden light to disrobe ego.
Quite
Why is it so quite
You say to yourself
After hearing the words
That are spoken
You don’t cry
You don’t lash out
You don’t disagree
You just stay silent
No matter what
Is going through your head
You stay silent
Through everything
You stay silent
You bottle it all up
Because talking about it it hurts to much
You try and talk
But it feels like a lump in your throat
Preventing words from coming out
But you know that you need help
But you always keep it bottled up
But someday
It will come out
You’ll lash out
You’ll feel everything all at once
Then its to much so you just stop
And go back to being silent.
And eventually all that’s left is ,
Silence.
Watching.
Staring.
Filming.
But,
Not -
Seeing.
Stopping.
Preventing.
The art of being a bystander -
Is not art, but bloodshed,
It is an act of inhumanity,
To watch Black bodies fall,
The modernised version of lynchings,
Where everyone is complicit -
And no one is innocent
The world’s cruelty knows no bounds,
Where the spectacle of Black death -
Brings people together as one,
From different communities and cultures,
To share the moment - where a Black life is gone
When it comes to the death of a Black person,
The world becomes desensitised to the horrors,
That are done to us -
To them it’s a way to gain followers -
A way to boost their social media platforms
Even videos of animal neglect gets more sympathy,
Their empathy extends only to animals,
But when a Black person is tortured -
For no reason,
The world claims it was our fault
The bystander effect was just an excuse to hide from -
Being held accountable,
Of being complicit - an accessory to murder
Bright and pearly white mine are not
but they are all there and all mine
and do their job to the best of
their ability even if they don’t
make a picture-perfect smile. People
occasionally still make comments,
although usually it’s the kids who
seem to feel the need to remind
an adult to brush, then laugh at having
turned the tables. Medical science is
not always compassionate, and has cost
me vast fortunes by preventing me from
pursuing a lucrative toothpaste ad career.
Damn that Doxycycline anyway!
Certain habits are ingrained
From when you were a kid,
So though you’re grown, they’ve been retained
For things you always did.
Like if you’re sloppy or you’re neat,
Your age won’t likely change it
And if your diet leans towards sweet,
The years won’t rearrange it.
If you’re quiet, maybe shy,
It’s rare that you’ll outgrow it
And once a bully, you might try
To change, but you will blow it.
We learn when we are very young
From others we are seeing
And those we closely live among,
The varied ways of being.
And slowly we adapt and find
What self we’ll be presenting,
How others see what in our mind,
Which we can’t help preventing.
At a Vanderbilt mansion,*
Two bathrooms surprised,
With features too modern
For me to’ve surmised.
In the owner’s own shower,
One handle controlled
A foot-facing faucet;
If too hot or cold,
You adjusted the temp
‘Til you felt the right heat
Before water would hit you,
Just touching your feet.
Only then, when correct,
Did you turn on the taps.
Maybe otherwise, those
Really rich would collapse.
In his wife’s room, a scale
In the floor tiles was sending
Her weight at eye level,
Preventing her bending.
These accoutrements really
Allowed me to see
That the rich are quite different
From you and from me.
*William K. Vanderbilt’s mansion,
built between 1910 and 1936.
New Start to Self-Care and Wellness
My body's ownership is in the palm of my hand.
The servicing warranty is at my “Owen” fingertips.
Commitment to a constant self-care routine.
Keeping a balanced diet of nutrients to maintain life.
Exercise to prevent excess weight gain
To improve overall physical and mental health.
Enhancing daily activities helps bones, joints,
And muscles regain strength and stamina.
Drink plenty of water to aid digestion
Preventing dehydration that can be harmful.
Most of all, ensure plenty of restful sleep.
The rewards enhance prolonged healthy life.
How then shall I sleep and dream,
when I close my eyes those scenes stream unabated clip by clip
from memories of the times I wasted?
Youthful follies say the wizened old
who lived in times of long ago when paths were certain
with well-planned markers paved upon the way.
Dreams were simply monsters pushed back into closets
and hidden under beds;
prim and proper ruled the day and eschewed the night,
forgotten whimsies used to frighten wayward children.
Obligations interfered when the storm of you came rushing in
to crash against the breakers on the beach of duty to my class,
with walls of aristocracy preventing breaches ~
There is no room for pauper poets in those mansions
far above the stormy shore.
Wartime stocks plummet.
The Pentagon declares bankruptcy.
The Department of War is closed.
Illegal gun smuggling comes to a halt.
Everyone complies to God’s commandment:
“Thou shall not kill”
Murder becomes obsolete.
“Enemy” is removed from the dictionary.
The results would be phenomenal...
All our time and energy could now be spent on
Earthly emergencies and natural disasters.
Everyday problem solvers become modern day heroes.
Pollution, global warming, over population...
Systematically eliminated.
Governments’ economies never need shut down.
Lost instincts for survival are revitalized...
Priorities diverted to preventing planetary extinction events
And destinies reverted to manifesting the Cosmos.
Everyone embraces cultural diversity
And declares all human beings as Earthlings.
Enlightenment is achievable.
Peace is possible...
Just amputate the Arms race.
Keep your guns permanently locked away.
Buy a telescope.
Population patterns in history line
A fold
That general Assembly
Has no peaceful minds hiding
Just as just a study
A must I interfere?
That's a head count happened.
Poor man's oath to wait it out and relay.
A 2 nd parallel beneath the 1st?
Since February of 2025 after the delay
for stated move in dates prior to Jan thru August 2024
Obstructing legislations passage in
California homekey qualifies a minimum
6 months of evidence in the willful
collection of bribes by employed Californians.
Rules as laws in reading legal headlines
defined by regulation of Republican policy shift
This shift in labor policy counters
Trial and error of time under Democratic policy
Zero Budget exists for grants of yesterday or salary
Suggested
No department transfers prepared
Then bribery is accounted for as precaution
To statement
Fact in science of math and letters from history
Let it be noted in speculation laws preventing
speculation that following private citizens
rights and manners is evidence against
When your wrong
You may not correct the truth
Should AI, devoid of human emotion,
Be used by artists for self-promotion?
To paint a picture or write a poem,
Creativity allows the mind to roam.
To dispassionately wax poetic,
Courtesy of things synthetic,
Removes the heart and soul from art
Preventing one's feelings to impart.
Data may be cut and dried,
Biased and unjustified.
Subject to the flaws of men,
Like writing with a leaky pen.
I would rather feel the pain
Of angst from a human brain
Or the fire of love burning inside
Felt when two hearts collide.
AI may be of service in some way
But only man can convey
The essence of life in poetry
That moves our soul poetically.
Atop a grassy hill I sit,
gazing at the rich azure blue sky
watching a few birds fluttering in and out of my vision,
slicing through the air like knives.
I lie there for what feels like an eternity,
wind turbine turning in calculated motion
out of the corner of my eye.
My rucksack ties me to the ground,
filled with a thousand weights,
preventing me from being like those birds,
majestic, elate and carefree.
But I can imagine.
The innocent silky clouds transform and bend,
producing a multitude of bizarre objects,
an army commanded by the wind
sauntering across the horizon.
A world with no end, limited only by mortal minds,
a mini-universe floating just above our heads.
We are the creators of this fictional world,
where human though unfurls.
I see an emerald dragon,
a group of chariot wagons, their horses galloping.
A circus filled with the most exotic animals,
an ivy snake laced with diamonds,
a canoe slicing through the sky.
A gnarly oak,
its trunk encased, fingers reaching infinitely high.
But each world is different for every one of us,
so tell me; what do you see
when you let your imagination
break free?
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