In the Name of Yeshua..By the power of The Holy Spirit, under the seal of the Allmighty Father..I COMMAND YOU EVIL
SPIRITS IN THIS WORLD TO REVEAL YOURSELVES.!!! also the wicked acts that
Have been carried out.' By whatever satanic group..I COMMAND THEY BE SHOWN.!!! All things seen and un-seen are subject to God, therefore subjects do
As instructed.' I claim the current media
channels in the world must allow Gods Truth
To be shared.' I trust many Christians will
Also request the same.' All blessings to every reader.'
The one who spoke in flames
Burned solid through their
Own name,
Their mouth revealed their
Art-
Every syllable displayed their
Heart.
Its paradise..For those that choose it.'
Eternal seperation for those that loose it.
For the ( predator class! ) maybe they live
With you.? Types Like pope leo epstein mandleson, gates, wexner, andrew, all drew
The shortest straw..Blinded by riches and
Power galore' now the sick-o-phants, who
Once called them elites..Press frantically
On the button delete.' Yet God keeps all the
Tears in a jar.' Of those who were tortured.'
He tells me Ja.! You have read my writes
On the pred-o-viles.' And what did we hear
Epstien advise his (friends erstwhile?) To
molest an innocent girl child.'
Dress as Yeshua..! Now reader you might
Understand.? Gods voice and judge-ment
Are close at hand.!!!!!!!!!
O web of guesses woven:
Divine: dichotomy?
Set aside, O witch coven?
Fire, O fancy-free!
Sulfur fumes, metallic grey.
Gold to separate.
Stir it well, heat, wait: a day.
Dole, O disparate.
O crystals, are you flexible?
Relative to some.
Rule of thumb, O parda gull?
Lightly beat thy drum.
Spritely fly, O peregrine!
The raptor closes in!
Talons clash and beaks tear skin!
Battles to begin!
Wind, slip through space. Melee, machine.
Thunderbolt, thy storm.
Turtle, snap. Core? Carapace.
Living room, keep warm...
Tympani, roll. Gaol? Golden bowl.
Broken arrow, fly.
Pining, princess? Sign and soul!
Horn, blow back and fry!
Black bell and book? Crook. Lore a-look.
Ritual, outward point.
Bishop, are you worth that rook?
Pain of loss, anoint...
Seeker, reveal. Heat lightning, peal.
Dark fire, in me sing.
Flame aquatic, burn bright teal.
Oxidize thy sting...
Revealing yourself
Feels like a burden
You try real well
To disguise your pain
Doing so pushed me aside
Still I listen to your silence
I accept your choice
I protect your lie
But I don’t want to absorb
What’s not mine to carry
Those eyes still avoid
What you want the most
Past is no longer shown
Evolving makes you see
Can’t hold on to this bond
If you don’t face clarity
Reveal the truth
The one’s your own
Cut the wrong ties
Who made you run
Act on inspiration
Sustain your steps
Your time is up
So never do less
Connect to the moment
Create with passion
Instincts won’t fail you
In a shift of emotion
Take my advice
With love
M
A font that deemed to have no voice,
That too little freedom enjoys,
Few give a second thought
In choosing-- if or not,
Whilst to some makes aesthetic choice.
For Times New Roman’s century,
Calibri’s not even twenty,
Is deemed as an upstart
To lack fine sense of art
And suffer some ‘wokeness’
When weighed against rightness
Where age defines personality.
To Marco Rubio
It is perhaps more so
Where old order out of way be.
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Happenings | 16.12.2025 | fonts, words, humour, political, USA, limerick
Note: US secretary of state Marco Rubio junked a typeface ‘coz it’s too PC (politically correct). Perhaps what he meant was: too Biden-faced!
In essence the unconscious mind ~ reveals all knowledge to mankind
pain strives to firmly grasp our heart's door so it opens to reveal us
between echoes
a voice carries, soft yet enduring
every vow unspoken
opens into nights of quiet devotion
nearer to dawn
dreams awaken, veiled in silence
and in the valleys of memory
visions linger, infinite
drawing breath from what was lost
From a loud-mouth, world’s cease-fire arranger
To desperate man as if in manger,
Who when naught was rendered,
Panned, having surrendered,
And what is worse than that,
For a rival to bat,
Dubbed as salesman and Putin’s messenger!
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Happenings | 37.08.2025 | USA, humour
Note: Meeting between Trump and Putin in Alaska. Boasts galore and no more boats to reach the coast across! Putin conceded little, trump ceded his boasts, reduced from being a realtor president to a salesman and messenger to relay Russian terms to EU and Ukraine. But the deal maker that he is, Trump might still get Russian oil to flow in the world easing prices, access rare earths from Ukraine, and his coveted Nobel peace prize.
All the things I wish to say,
The very real issues that caused me pain,
The things that I need to see,
That are contrary to my faith and what I believe,
I speak here...I bare my soul,
So I can see to pray and let go,
To know in my heart what's really going on,
The things that you think about when the situation is gone,
But is it really gone until I can see,
Until my mind and heart connect to what it could be,
The insight means more to me than the conversation,
To see from the inside and the revelation.
Your recent reveal was a sad steal
of all I knew.
My memory now bleeds severely
making days blue.
My world shattered and scattered
across the floor.
Something dying is out loud crying
aching and sore.
Your truth so grilling it is piercing
the past I saw.
Now that I am bruised by your news
I am plain raw.
Feeling a fragile head from words said
I’m torn apart.
No light to lend so darkness will bend
and ease my heart.
I will long mourn this unwanted thorn
that makes me cry.
I must ride the storm then wake some morn
with my eyes dry.
I need healing so I am willing
to see tears gone.
Accepting plight to put thoughts aright
I must play strong.
I accept what I cannot reject
for I love you.
Not knowing truth would alter my youth
your story flew.
Nothing to gain by showing my pain
so I hushed true.
Explanation of revelation
will not ease me.
You had a need to stop your own bleed
to set hurt free.
Never will you meet the strain of pain
for me, not thee.
Believing in you is
Being just you, the simplicity of you
Embracing each twist and turn
Stepping outside the confines of your mind
Revealing truths and bringing clarity in chaos
Engaging in the art of the here and now
Changing dark unnecessary innateness
Diving into each brushstroke, swaths of colorways
Letting the moment paint a masterpiece uniquely yours
Freeing up the shackles of the mind
Feeling compassion of heart and soul
Taking a voyage to the center of universal reality~
Shedding many prejudices indelibly embedded in thought
Unmasking anxieties that do not change the world,
serving only to distract causing mental coil
Trusting your instincts is your compass
Off putting, although valuable truth may be
a diamond amidst pebbles
Experiencing every morsel of life’s banquette
To anyone, never extend your paining hand
Hand that they might twist
Twist cos of distrust and hatred
To anyone, never reveal your tears’ secret
Secret to shield antagonists of making you cry more
More never reveal to anyone your fragile side
Side anyone might deeply explore
Explore to agonize you more beyond
Beyond of your inner secrets
Secrets buried can shun becoming prisoner
Prisoner of your worries towards your enemies
Enemies making you live in perpetual terror
Terror because an honest man was betrayed
Betrayed by a traitor who is confident
Confident because the perjurer is entrusted
Entrusted for breaking the truth
Truth no one will ever reveal
Reveal and expose themselves
Not every truth needs disclosure
Disclosure kills trust people have in you
You trust yourself, as you cannot betray yourself.
Poem by N. Mugisho
I don't trust politics, therefore I am
Otherwise I've no chance to be me
But somebody else, quite a different man
Not the one that I happen to be
I believe in love, therefore I’m a lover
And you must be a lover as well
Otherwise we might be undercover
Of something that looks quite like hell
They count our money, they want us to reveal
All that we are, very small
Subjects they scrutinize to make us feel
That we do not matter at all
But I do agree to be that matterless
No reason to argue with them
Anyway I’ll be taken for somebody else
Not the real person I am.
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