Memories written in my book of life
Some carve out everlasting joy and some everlasting sorrow
Each one is precious as it guides our tomorrow
Who can forget the first crush or sideways glance
The first steamy kiss or awkward dance
Who can forget the starry bridal night
Lovers caught up with each other in arms so tight
A mother’s musing, the baby she brought forth in this world
Its tiny fingers curled into hers
Who can forget the day we stood proud,
Holding our degrees, our head in the cloud.
Who can forget the first paycheck
The way we slowly climbed the career deck
A mother’s musing, the daughter now standing tall
And the time when she first caught her first fall
Who can forget the people who caused us pain and those who made us laugh
Those who taught us life’s lessons and to separate the wheat from the chaff
Who can forget loved ones laid to rest and children leaving their parents nest
A mother’s once beautiful now wrinkled face looks from the mirror
Speaking the silent story of our life’s beautiful memoir
Muzzle the people while making billions
unleash a maelstrom of communist virus
into the veins of the harlot media tyrants
into the hat of power magician- politicians
spread fear-mask -divide the people
inoculate a frightened population
with experimental vaccinations
endless mutations-booster brigades
rinse and repeat-new age slaves
frighten-mask-silence-divide-globalize
turn abnormal into normal.
Stalinize the children
brand parents as terrorists...
groom their children not to think
to blindly follow Godless sheep...
where abnormal is normal
godisdevildevilisgod
menarewomenwomenaremen
While in our mental lethargy...
a man tinkling the word "woke"
in the stall next to the little white girl
who's being taught that she is inherently racist.
This is just the beginning, folks:
wake up mamma bear
lock and load pappa bear...
fight for the soul of your children
there's a snake poking holes in the nest
of New Eden
stealing eggs at your expense
fight for the soul of your children
slap the snake with the rake of God..
separate the wheat from the chaff
sprinkle today with the blood of snakes
Amen!
-Lawke-
Disillusioned by a moral compass. Pointing every way, besides the right direction. Separate the wheat from the chaff. Is there merit in being cursed?
Our nature, certainty of blatant hypocrisy.
Test upon test.
Never knowing when the cast of shadows lurking. Forever is a long time, when existence goes on and on.
Shown wrong when rewarded as willful treachery.
Albeit seeing progress, granted no mercy. Sought out for belonging. The craving of divine love.
The balance unforgiving. Born with the best of both worlds, follow suit with the worst punishments.
The heir, heavy with black clouds at hand.
Temptations of kin smoldering, laughing at every torment bled dry.
The chains of Olympus withering away.
Open the heart, plead for understanding.
70 Years Ago
Riding through the flat ancient agricultural between
two the soft modulation of a stone less mountains
this place has every could green from the dark olive
to shimmering bushes so delicate it looks like air
temporarily has taken a green plant´s form?
Something is missing though an animal that brought
us humans up the ladder of civilisation: the donkey.
Look into its eyes; know the final chapter is missing.
Those beautiful eyes so full of sweet melancholy
A resignation of the cruelty of life after serving man
It ended up as dog food for spoilt pooches that are
so totally enslaved by us that they could not survive
in nature´s hard selection. Is that why we have wars
to separate the wheat from the chaff?
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