There is so much love for you I feel,
so very much I want to reveal.
My love is a flood that engulfs your essence
with desire to consume your coalescence.
I am unable to lavish you with wealth galore.
I can only offer unrequited love; nothing more.
I humbly want you to know how I feel.
My love for you is forever and real.
It is dark in here
and I really fear
I’ve run out of things to say.
Sameness taunts me,
shameness haunts me,
I have lost the will to pray.
I am off the track,
my pen is slack,
I have nothing to relay.
Nobody has,
nobody does,
it’s all been said before.
Steal an idea,
make it appear
it stepped out of your front door.
They’ll think that it’s yours
and as sky-ward it soars
they’ll even come for more.
But don’t talk of doom,
of despair and gloom
and how your soul slowly dies.
They don’t wish to know
your personal inferno,
instead, just feed them lies.
Lies they’ll understand;
stories of dreamland,
alibis and lullabies.
Give them at any cost
the hope that you’ve lost
and the love you no longer feel.
Make believe it is spring,
praise everything,
let them think your verse is real.
Your sorrow don’t share,
beware, oh, beware,
nothing to reveal.
From behind velvet,
curtains drawn,
I peer with,
a glowing faculty,
of sentient,
embryonic paradox,
at entranced,
visual vine creeper,
that tiptoe cagey,
post dawn revealed,
picturesque glimpses,
stickler for the blind,
who treat with,
scorn dumbfound,
paradisal plinths,
metaphors for,
mountain tower apex,
or ground level placard,
to undulating urban,
tracts lavish,
where cerulean sky,
and town gossamer
mesh
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.
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