if a node in the sky were to rebel
leaving behind its carcass in decay
though far away it yet sounds a death knell
ominously thus prophesying doomsday
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
The sun is bright,--the air is clear,
¦¦¦ darting swallows soar and sing.
And from ¦¦¦ stately elms I hear
The bluebird prophesying Spring.
¦¦¦ blue you winding river flows,
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ an outlet from the sky,
¦¦¦¦¦ waiting till the west-wind blows,
The ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ clouds at anchor lie.
All things ¦¦¦ new;--the buds, ¦¦¦ leaves,
That gild ¦¦¦ elm-tree's ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ crest,
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ the nest beneath the eaves;--
¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ no birds in last year's nest!
All things rejoice in ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ love,
The fulness of ¦¦¦¦¦ delight!
¦¦¦ learn from the ¦¦¦¦ heavens above
The ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ tenderness of night.
Maiden, that read'st this simple rhyme,
Enjoy ¦¦¦ youth, it will not stay;
Enjoy the fragrance of ¦¦¦ prime,
For ¦¦¦ it is not always May!
Enjoy the Spring of Love and Youth,
To ¦¦¦¦ good angel leave the rest;
¦¦¦ Time will teach ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ the truth,
There are no birds in last year's nest!
(Blackout of It is not Always May by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow)
There he sits
In a cell of choice
Paying the price
For shattered voice
She stands on a stage
Belting out words of hope
Inside, cowering in a corner
With a frayed rope
They hold their signs
Gather in crowds
Shouting powerless views
To attempt a break down
...of numbers
Isolated in countries
Without a proper home
Everyone comes in
But leaves them, alone
Humanity straddles the knife
Begging for a peaceful life
Finding division and descension
While prophesying ascension
Those who follow LOVE
Have no beginning or end
Flowing through process
Even when...
again and again
Written by Trudy Schrader on 06-17-2025
Can anyone follow the news anymore?
during Euro 2024,
after the UK elections,
when I want to know the latest selections,
In Gareth Southgate’s team,
In Sir Keir Starmer’s team,
with everyone analysing, prophesying,
what this or that might mean.
Even if we heard those songs before,
all the pundits are oh so cock-sure,
everyone thinks they know the score,
the truth is nobody ever knows,
until that final whistle blows.
Everyone’s riding their luck, their chance,
pick up a history book, take a glance,
they never write any of them in advance.
That 2-1 defeat hurt, but it was no disgrace,
after all England, still claimed second place,
so I will congratulate Spain,
and celebrate how far our team came,
give our manager and players, respect that's due,
that's the least, that anyone can do.
The news from the US, just got even worse,
it's time that I returned to my verse,
or read the latest on Port Talbot steel,
then go back to following Labour's New Deal.
Constantly my pen hit on paper
Asking myself
Can a man sink his roots so deep in he's faith
That he knows that it's breaches would shoot out only to be cut of
Like the sound of joy taking flight and filling the streets
You see from birth to bed of no existence
Like a bird in a cage
I cried for freedom,but freedom was an island of cages
We are told that we are free in the pages of a book
Like books in a library our freedom has been confined to the walls we see
You see God guaranteed freedom,but responsibility limits it to choice like a child I thought freedom was for grown ups ,wen I got in the train of adult hood for freedom was an illusion because you are immune with immunity gives no choice for invisibility
Our protectors can't protect us people who are supposed to stop stealing now steal from us
leaders of tomorrow
Who's tomorrow never comes
Like religion monsters who buried lies in the sermons of greener pastures.
Master of lies laying destructive eggs incubated with psychological Vision
With prophesying the unseen Vision
Let this be The Genesis of our evolution
So let me reintroduce myself as the poetic samurai as I cut through the tragic of life
As humanity embraces it's inner beast ,
And we became monsters of our own making
What you see is what you get ! Life is an illusion
And to see through the lenses of life you need a covenant eye
For all we see in this life is the evil that lives in the heart of men As brother guns down brothers
Our sisters seeking for money pleasure from these diabetes over grown men as boy friend so they diabetic income is insufficient of insulin to reduce the sugar income .
Like our men of God (prophesying the the unseen version) digging deeper for deep pockets sugar coated phrase of fraud
With heavy tithes on offer
Let me not run away from what we have become humanity has become more
Dangerous than the wild animals
So don't let me cut the truth into the lies we tell ourselves wen we go to sleep
We have become brain dead
Our brain cell will only comprehend money and sex
We betrayed kisses in exchange for selfies as
Desires become selfish
Teenage get sex before sex ads
As my thoughts constantly hit on paper to rewrite the past
Many wrote about it,
I don't know how many felt it.
Slained , slaughtered or
Death by chance.
"EXPANDABLES" I Pronounce
Didn't knew what it ment
Got to be one to know one.
SYSTEM CRUMBLED , BOTS FIGHTING AND SHOUTING
Some needed to mourn,
Some wanted to mourn,
Some were brutal just like ****.
I get confused no one seems my own
SYSTEM CRUMBLED , BOTS KILLING AND PROPHESYING
Get a gun or get gunned down,
"One of us or one of them"
Dilettante's crusade is never planned
In company I identified myself.
In solitary I understood myself.
Company threatens me
Solitary frightens me
SYSTEM CRUMBLED , BOTS ENLIGHTENED AND SET FREE
"Living love is better than prophesying love."
Quote by Poet.
Many people are confused with
the now situation of the World which
was caused by many bogus resolutions.
Peace could be reigning
all over the World by now.
Colonisation was said to end
but it is still existing publicly,
Apartheid was said to end
but it is still existing secretly,
Racism was said to end
but it is still existing publicly,
Slavery was said to end
but it is still existing secretly,
focus on Injustice operating
system in the world,
Yoh! This cruel world,
Yes! Cruel world,
Where majority oppressors
" bullies" always laugh at victims
of oppressions secretly and publicly.
August 26/2023
Living love is better than prophesying love "
Quote by poet
Be always with beautiful heart on the planet
Earth which give pleasures to some folks of
All races , tribes and religions who were
United to change this world with truths and
True love so that many good & bad people
In different continents may
Feel the beauty of truth & love as
Usual good things into their
Lives on earth before death.
We see a Teacher teaching
We see a Prophet prophesying
We see a Preacher preaching
But do we see the HUMILITY?
We see The Messiah
We see the Son of God
We see the Son of man
But do we see the HUMILITY?
We see The King of Kings
We see the Lord of Lords
We see the Healer
But do we see the HUMILITY?
We see Him raising the dead
We see Christ Himself resurrected
But do we see Christ on his knees
WASHING THE FEET OF HIS DISCIPLES?
We see His power and ascent to heaven
But do we see the HUMILITY of The Christ?
040623PS
I
Before Jesus I loved Veda and Vairagya
Detach here, attach to Transcendental there
Practice with people, prophesying Jesus:
Do not JUDGE. But how to avoid such?
II
Buddhism bestowed the key, as Paul
Did in Epistles. Reading Romans 12
"Renew your mind, do not conform -
Be transformed." Mindfulness my gain
And complaint: I ought to see, sense, hear
Still not put labels to lots of stimuli? No
III
Yes, I fail. Especially education is
All about labels and labeling: no name
Means we have no handle. So why not
Go on doing life without labeling? Alone;
Is the only way. Detach, then attach:
I tried once with a prof. "I won't tell
My name. You'll forget anyway." Youth!
They followed a star
As time and place has its solution for all,
those wise men knew, that a messiah will come to call.
Recognizing those celestial lights with their eyes,
that history and culture will change its destinies by surprise.
Traveling with the light so bright no doubt,
knowing the new born king is the paramount.
Speaking of love to the depth in eternal height,
when the soul can reach all when feeling out of sight.
For the ends of being and the ideal of grace,
showing compassion and forgiveness of every day’s.
The comet prophesying the revelation by tragic and fortune,
then other kings did already fear its spiritual procession.
Gold, frankincense and myrrh as protection brought,
then the magi knew the trouble in forethought.
They saw the child with mother Mary and worshiped him,
sensing the cosmic conclusion in the stable like a hymn.
The heavens declare the hands of God and the sky proclaims his work,
no speech or language or any voice are heard, but his word.
The answers are in the vortex of my son as gift of compassion,
for all shall know the true lovers revolution.
As I walk to the coffee wifi place, I dreaming away,
first there was this cloud of dust giving reasons to sway.
The white light underneath the cloud, or in it,
ragging a furious battle by men yelling quite a bit.
The clouds are gone, and memories reveal a battlefield,
observing the pain from blood at swords and shield.
Being the knower of a keener steel,
timeless observation, inherit keen.
The dance of swords has its prophesying catch,
for foes to be hemmed to the battles edge.
The tension changed on the field,
many creep away, making this victory sealed.
The king son wounded but in good spirit,
step’s forward to take the lead.
The kingdom is saved, and my favorite table is free,
the lady brings a coffee with a heart foaming, just for me.
In earlier year pages
there were the time of sages
prophesying of things to come,
but today, it is the ground that rises to speak of nature spun
the messages of what may yet be if heard without heed
if history remains forgotten and unbelieved.
Rumbles and shockwaves scored
tremble on the land and shores
windswept dreams of magnificent edifices rose then torn
and the sky grayed and clouds were restlessly formed
along the surface of the ocean storms forewarned
to respond in upheaval irretrievable.
Beneath the towers made by man
everyone and everything is washed away to sand
and in the aftermath of the world's demise,
soft somber whimpers scour foolish man's pride
and as it all begins to disappear by fires seared
the empty earth cries.
Why are we sanitising gambling,
Why are we legitimising gangs,
Why are we legalising harmful drugs,
Why are we marginalising so many,
Why are we maximising profits,
Why are we criticising anybody and everybody.
Could we not do more prophesying instead.
Could we not do more minimising instead.
Could we not do more exercising instead.
Could we not do more rationalising instead.
And turn everything on its head.
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