Bird mouth on the brain sells
plump unstately bucked up
matters of actual o-
bligatory occurrences at
Owl's Creaky Bridge where
forageable items can
spawn like people squeezing
elf-aware and clammy chowdered
clown adults from
rubes off courting blots of
nightingale PM firenze
crushed and all mixed up be-
between a frequent
moving stream of
freebies wheeling in a
west virginian's mother mar-
ried pupward to a
shapeless clumping mob or timely
hunk stoned sober old and sentient fac-
tory molding
silver fish resigned to meet-
ing parties all aligned and
drawn from quarters pound-
ed into minds repeated over
bendless queasy headed eggs a-
top the Falling Garden Wall.
I saw you as a toddler
I learned you in my youth
But I came to know you
As I walked in TRUTH
I've seen the way
You love every soul
So meek and patient
As you make them whole
I've experienced transformation
While hanging from a tree
I watched you form the wings
That grew to set me free
You have held my hand
You have stroked my cheek
I have smelled your essence
The present I could not keep
So, as many try to explain
The depth of your existence
I choose to follow
Without a hint of resistance
Yielded to the man I know
The man seated in my heart
I accept your person
Without need to separate LOVE in part
I say to those who desire
A conscious mind to be
Reduce me not to thought
When LOVE has made TRUTH, me
Written by Trudy Schrader on 04-07-2026
The chessboard stretches, black and white,
Too many pawns crowd every fight.
Resources dwindle, tempers flare,
Too many hands grasp thinning air.
The planners meet in silent halls,
Their charts and graphs like ancient walls.
They speak in terms both cold and clean—
"Efficient means," not "cruel" or "mean."
A gentle nudge, a softened blow,
Less birth, less war, more death below.
No famines loud, no bombs to shake—
Just medicine we do not make.
Subtle are the tools of fate,
Disguised in law, in boardroom weight.
The world, they say, must be more small—
But never start with us at all.
Burning right the mind of the thinkers
Or so One thinks
There is a need to reduce the Heat in the mind that breatheth
So as to aid a thinking right
If the fire can not be quenched
A passion is needed to reduce such dangerous alter passion
So reduce the Heat that Burns the Mind
For a thinking to pass through.
Population
Seems to be a constant ratio
New born and deaths
Always keep a balance
Marriage and pregnancy
Triple the populations
New generations emerge
Wars ,disasters ,epidemics, natural causes
Double the diminishing
Deaths occur
What's a hell
Who is guilty
Man is a part of the violator
Because he starts a war
Because he persuades the virus grows
Because he's careless about the natural disasters
And too bad
Some people are still making profit out of them
And life becomes harder and harder
In the end
Man pays an extra debt for his own deeds
Just because of
A fake population balance
A real scandal
To kill and to conquer( wars )
To pursuit freedom of choice of life styles ( selfish and careless )
In the end
Some people just sigh
They can't do anything
Because this Omicron is also just a population balance
We have to Rethink
what our choices are
so we can choose
life that doesn’t stink
We have to Refuse
our single use mentality
with all our ability
making sure we defuse
We have to Reduce
all of our consumption
to stop our destruction
with absolutely no excuse
We have to Refurbish
everything that we make
or nature will bellyache
grumbling with human rubbish
We have to Repair
before replacing with new
so the garbage spew
is not in despair
We have to Repurpose
for all our productivity
to not feel guilty
in our climate crisis
We have to Recycle
for our last action
with a strong interaction
for all life’s survival
There are people who drive tractors for a living
There are people who ride motorcycles fast
There are times when the two meet
There are times when those meetings are bad
There are times when it's fecking carnage
There are times when the bike rider dies
There are times when he's wrapped round the back wheel
There are times when the bike hits the tractor at 200mph
There are times when both fuel tanks explode
There are times when they miss one another
There are times when the bike drives slowly
There are times when speed limits are respected
There are times when no road laws are broken
There are times when zero accidents take place
There are times when people are sensible
There are times when we all live in fantasy
There are times when we hope this becomes true
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Nick Armbrister
Declare Truce Which Would Reduce
What they did do was declare a truce,
That prices would eventually reduce;
Profit expand,
We demand;
Trump came up with a perfect excuse.
Jim Horn
I'll write my fears on bathroom stalls for all the people to see.
The people I refuse to miss in cities that refuse to miss me.
Refuse, Refuse, Refuse, Refuse,
Reuse, Reuse, Reuse, Reuse,
Ruse, Ruse, Ruse, Ruse.
I lied.
Rondelet: "Reduce the size and population of the state."
"Ensure that even though the people have tools of war (...) they will not use them (...) they will be reluctant to move to distant places because they look on death as no light matter. (...) Bring it about that the people will (...) find relish in their food And beauty in their clothes, Will be content in their abode And happy in the way they live." Tao Te Ching, LXXX. Transl. by D. C. Lau. (Penguin Books).
Population
Cut sex: immigration will stop
Population
Well almost: miscegenation
Humans put sex at utmost top:
Aids herpes chlamydia crop up
Population
(c) T. Wignesan - Paris, 2012
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