By your words you wounded my soul
Creating a hole that was long ago whole
There is no solution, no redemption
Ignoring temptation, I’ll choose separation
I want to take my distance
Despite my heart’s hard resistance
To be freed of this deed, it’s a need
You’re a weed I have to get rid of to succeed
But if you come back and talk to me
I fear I won’t have the strength to flee
I’ll beg you to never insist
‘Cause I’ll never be able to resist
Resisting..Resisting all.' Of those creepy calls.' I've hear doctors say you have a choice today, a dead young girl or boy.?
Or a trans child, your forever joy.? Yet its
Not the same, in the abortion frame; it any
Way you please.' Death is ignored to say the least, oh how the tongues so droll, can set you on a roll, those who cannot redeem...Or deny the silent screams.' Its
All the biggest shame, and we all carry
some blame, in this convenient life..No
Evil see.? I guess some make that choice.? Yet when your lifes light fades
Will you go to the dark.? Or will you make
The grade? Plunge into Christ who only
Works to save.'
You who hide in the darkness of power,
Spare at least a thought for the light.
Do not provoke the youth under the intoxication of authority,
Or you may lose everything that makes your power worth holding.
If you truly have courage, then step onto the battlefield,
For this battlefield offers nothing except loneliness.
We, the youth, walk forward with our lives already at stake.
If you claim to be brave, then face us openly on the battlefield.
It's All In
The Resistance
To The Resistance
To Change That
Has Changed...
(Slow Down.)
It Might Get AWAY!
That Resistance To
CHANGE!!!
It Might Go Wild (Hooray! HOORAY!)
And Be Hilarious
Ironically...
(LASTLY)
Because You'll Be
Laughing AT
You, (Whatever THAT Is.)
Contentedly (!)
(You Tried So Hard...)
-Gray Squirrel
05-08-2026
Orientations of universal laws
The spiral vortex an awareness of sight
Tale told when scene a beam of light cut with saw
A perception of mind is like a star shinning bright
Vector in alignment is arc that does bow
Alpha Omega between the Beta write
Independent this unique biosphere
Mass of enlightenment within each tier
facing mighty force
asymmetric resistance
yields.slips, bends, deflects,
so thrust finds no grip or hold
felled by its own over reach
At the table of resistance.
On which fragile plates rest.
It's like an endless stream of tasty Kaitenzushi.
Hissing and fizzing life way.
Should you over indulge, on one too many plates.
You will end up bloated and stuck in space.
For what you resist, persists.
Thus resisting floating with a medium.
Given the temple of your body.
Adjust the right amount of calibrated meals.
Adding only what you need to the never emptying plates.
That could be processed in one seeing and seating.
If you find yourself in lost Vegas.
You could just enjoy the unique smells.
Or You could chew chew chew through every meal.
Or You could just drop your entire tray.
Too much resistance will make you a dull bulb.
So lessen the load by learning lessons in all seasons.
Yet at table of resistance one might not kneed light.
To say Itadakimasu.
Days of poet motivate calm compassion.
Sheer injustice evident—every turnpike
manned by soldiers’ wild unfamiliar passion
planned around harsh Strike.
Summonsed lamb to slaughter, but still respecting
burning bush—obedience lit by daydream,
Ares now advance with his pride, suspecting
alter in regime.
Bending truth to suit the occasion’s essence,
whispers coil in shadows of veiled renitence.
Glow of waters lap at the swirling valence.
Ebbing of sentience.
Psappho wept—her dream has dispersed as token.
Rose-fingered moon’s face will exceed all starlight.*
Silence now descends tableau muffled, Brocken
Spectre of moonlight.
My life feels like an undetached magnet.
I do run, yet I recoil and reset.
It's like addiction with no use of drugs,
Or a trap made by the users' warm hugs.
My dear Owner! Release me from this cage.
For I am sealed inside my own bondage.
Deliver me! Lift me up from this place
Of squalid magnets that do not efface.
Living a fourteenth century life in twenty first
waves of electro-magnetic circles
unstuck stuck resistance to unruly burst
fierce as a tiger ready to hurtle
mind making excuses in rehearsal
Scarcity a dominant stubborn thought
Freedom’s silent scream inside remains naught
Faith strong calls no craving or aversion
Honesty and Courage together taught
manipulation flies, a dispersion
(“Outside Looking In Merit Badge”, 2011, original oil)
In a dream
The repeated pattern of my own conditioning
Like a Groundhog’s Day set on reset
Reveals to me the futility of the human condition
Habitually doing the same things
While expecting different results;
As Einstein said, THE definition of insanity.
Yet again and again we also wake
With at least the hope of sanity,
The freshness of not being habitually driven
Until we once again start to do
And the conditioning of all these lifetimes
Kicks in again, as we
Without thought, without effort
Take the easy path of least resistance.
(11/24/25)
That night, they called me
And said I was ready
Ready for what?
Morning came, they took my school uniform
And gave me wrappers
They traded my school bags and books
To bridal beads and a veil
And said I am to be a bride
But my dolls are still scattered on the floor
My laughter still echoed in the rain
They dressed me in promises
Too heavy for my shoulders
And told me love was obedience
And obedience was womanhood
I wanted to play,
To learn...
To grow...
Instead, they grew me into a wife
How will I go from playing mummy and daddy
To becoming the mummy ?
Tell them.....
They traded my tomorrow
For customs too old to question
Tell them
A child's hands
Were never made
To carry the weight of a wedding band .
Live, live, live, my burning soul screams.
Down to ashes, down to nothing,
Sitting in flames, burning even my rage.
A symphony of screams escapes my trance.
Live, live, live, echoes in my head.
Burning pyre, pyre containing my dreams.
Crying sky, serves light at the death of the day.
Dying hope reincarnates, my heart rejuvenates.
Live, live, live, embedded in my eyes,
Eyes that cry but refuse to die.
Broken castle, castle of my dreams,
I fetch bricks, for I choose to live.
Orders descend like sharpened hail
each shard cutting language to ribbons.
We learn to swallow pain quietly,
to bow our eyes before the flag of silence.
Walls do not need ears...
fear builds its own cathedral,
where every heartbeat kneels
to the god of obedience.
Children are taught to trace straight lines,
never to bend them back into loops.
Curves are forbidden
too dangerous a hint
that what dies might begin again.
Even breathing is tallied,
counted like coins in the dark.
Still, a single breath slips past.
Unmeasured, unowned
a secret chord that rattles
the cage of silence.
From that small ignition,
the world remembers how to grow.
In halls where silence cloaked the dread,
You raised a voice, though fear had spread.
With leaflets fluttering like doves in flight,
You lit a candle in the night.
Not with guns, nor iron might,
But truth and courage, fierce and bright.
A rose in winter, pure and still,
Defying hate with steadfast will.
Your words, like whispers through the air,
Asked hearts to feel, to act, to care.
Against a storm of brutal lies,
You stood with clear and open eyes.
Though gallows claimed your final breath,
You did not bow, not even in death.
Your petals fell, but not in vain—
They bloom where conscience dares remain.
White Rose of Germany, proud and free,
You taught what strength and soul must be.
A bloom of hope in darkest hour—
Forever grace, forever power.
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