Eps-spine..Is a serious condition' currently afflicting
The white house, and many world
potentates..Aquired due to close proximity to the
Walking death ( most commonly known')
As epstein jeff..I am afraid.? No.! Pleased
To diagnose' removal from drugs; radical surgery, by laser if
Required? Also, denial of access to social
Media platforms for all affected, immediate removal of funding, coupled with exposure to Biblical
proportianal purging regularly.!
Maybe also? a two year stint in sewer
cleansing? At citys of the incumbent peoples choice.? With a review at the end
And re-employment if they have not learned to a sufficent standard, and the
Same if they have proffiancy.' I beleive that they would un-derstand that rationale?
So i'd employ it to reduce any chance of
Trauma.'
Covers a life in shadows,
Crying tears of fear, a melody
Colored by doubts, mourning
Common times when healthy and strong
Calm days, taken for granted
Considered normal, before normal
Corroded beneath a deadly disease
It’s misty green and blue I bleed from my eyes
And the pale moonlight watches as I tear my shirt
And jeans as I am transitioning from man to wolf
The scent of her clusters of camphire and estrus
Holy smoke and evergreen has got me howling
As the thurible is swung I'm still howling, better run
It’s midnight purple patches that I use to bandage
The wounds after necking with a vampire, in my veins
There’s a fire of passion and I can’t help myself
Ironically, I help myself anyway, to another banquet of kisses
Your porcelain skin, and my engorged eyes filled with skies
This vision let down on a silken sheet, a sight for blood red eyes
Oh the lavender sickness of vervain
And as you wait I have the musty smell of legends
To unfurl, and the crystal ball tells the future and past
Midnight purple patches and misty blue and green
Set the scene combining for this reverie of Aphrodite with arms
More arms than Shiva even Durga to pull at you
Don’t pull me under with you, my life is just beginning
Blackness, please leave me alone, I sleep in silver strands
As sleep demands and the sun is coursing over
The office is cold, sterile
smells like the previous patient
The wait isn't bad, you get used to it
The questions keep coming like a string of tennis balls
You hope it will lead to answers
to explain your changing body
which silently moans
The answers come as quickly as the questions
The shoulders relax
The body is silent, barely a whimper
The mind is satisfied and the heart feels lighter
Thank you, Doctor
The gown and the sheet are bunched up
To prepare for the next patient
Who will endure the questions once more
Hope they too get the answers they need.
I am the voice inside your head
I am the hate in things you said
I am the devil on your shoulder
I am the one who’ll make you colder
I am the knife across your skin
I am the game you cannot win
I am the bullet in the gun
I am the fear from which you run
I am the rage you try to hide
I am the monster hidden inside
I am the noose around your neck
I am the reason you’re a wreck
I am the bridges that you burned
I am the hell that you’ve earned
I am the rope that keeps you bound
I am the forever lost and never found
I am the last of your breath
I am the angel of death
I sit nearby
As he receives
The treatment
My soul grieves
I sit by his side
See the needle’s prick
Skin so bruised
Heart feels seasick
I sit close by
As he gets chemo
Defeated by the fear
Heart beating, prestissimo
I sit, thinking
What he must feel
My mind wonders
Can this cancer be real?
I sit where I see
All the pain he endures
Light dims, he breathes
Hoping for real cures
I sit beside him
Worrying and fretting
Will he be ok?
Even my heart is sweating
I sit, on stand by
Where I can see him through
Longing to be his ally
As we seek a breakthrough
God knows the story
He sees us wait, in prayer
Giving Him the glory
With Him, we needn’t despair
sickness
Spills through the valley
Heavy like a winter river
Cold
My heart beats
A hollow thud
My eyes
Dry as the dust
My body shakes
It rattles and it bends
Yet I
Still refuse
Still I refuse
I will not die
When the sun sinks low
Past the edge of the hills
I will see Him
I will see Him
And all will be well
Yes all will be well
All will be well
At the table
He pulls out my chair
He satisfies
The hunger in my marrow
He wipes
Every salt stain
He binds
Every open cut
The past is a ghost
A shadow
Lost in the tall grass
A new dawn
A new dawn
Starts to climb
When the sun sinks low
Past the edge of the hills
I will see Him
I will see Him
And all will be well
Yes all will be well
All will be well
Maybe it hurts
Maybe I bleed
Maybe I wait
I smile at the thorn
I smile at the sting
I smile at the night
For now
Just for now
I hold it close
When the sun sinks low
Past the edge of the hills
I will see Him
I will see Him
And all will be well
Yes all will be well
All will be well
All will be well
Beyond the hills
I see Him
I see Him
It is well
Your hurt in turn hurts me
You are not sharing your pain
But you willing share your anger
I am not in your team
I am the opposition
You have closed your self away
Put up a defensive wall
Say little and expect the world
I can’t help if you dont want help
I can’t listen if you dont speak
I can’t read your mind if you isolate yourself
I can’t predict what will happen next
But you are doing a good job of barely staying alive
A good job of protecting yourself and hurting others
A good job letting others carry while you stay away
A good job of breaking everything while doing nothing
There is supposed to be a partnership
Not just friendly companionship
Two people become one entity
Not physically but mentally
A relationship or marriage isn’t ever fifty fifty
No need for a meeting or committee
One maybe extra tired
And the other does as required
The next day roles may reverse
But you work together and diverse
One may be injured or have the flu
The next week the foot maybe on the other shoe
This swings in roundabouts
Never any resentment or doubts
One is the doer and one is the taker
If your the taker don’t be the breaker
You shouldn’t feel guilt for being unwell
Don’t be the one to scream and yell
If this is a long sickness
Remember it’s both your business
One maybe giving up their sanity
To prevent a calamity
Communication is the key to success
Instead you dampen any progress
Now is not the time to feel independent
And treat everyone else like they’re unpleasant
Your own words can prevent frustration
Instead of worsening the situation
Talking to prevent resentment
Instead filling with disappointment
It’s living two separate life’s
For now it has to suffice
burying her face while counting wool,
each, an empty silhouette
in young hands that hold like old —
her shadow instead of dress falls
each, an empty silhouette
the bones that burst apart come back —
her shadow instead of dress falls,
a little girl with safety pins in her glass
the bones that burst apart come back
in young hands that hold like old —
a little girl with safety pins in her glass,
burying her face while counting wool.
In a distant thought, hear the murmur, the call
Rich colors of gray, indistinct shadows write
Black words, sting of grief, against a solid wall
While the darkness pours out a warning, the fight
Between hope and despair, a desperate fear
Rises in souls of those who know frantic fright
There is a nagging dread, calling with each tear
Anxiety climbs through those who understand
Tempting souls to doubt the truth of each prayer
Cancer’s rhythm can sometimes feel like sinking sand
What of those moments before cells multiplied?
This is a disease where nothing goes as planned
A curse word, a struggle, darkness will abide
muddle of cancer silences hearts who’ve cried
My veins black as burned psalms,a river of rot running under my ribs.
Each heartbeat bleeds ink scripting serpents through scrolls of my skin.
Call me the chalice of corruption chaliced by curses,chaliced by craving.
My blood boils with broken commandments,whispering "drink me" to the dark.
Heaven turned it's hose of light on me once and the flame got darker.
My pulse pounds poison;it drums dirges for angels who drowned in desire.
The marrow in me mutinies,begging for the beauty of decay.
When I bleed earth drinks deeply and dreams in sickness and silk.
I baptize myself in my own bloodstream and scream Amen through the aneurysm.
My shadow sweats- blackwater veins bursting hymns of hell and hallelujah.
sick tree bends and turns
another leaf touches ground
just a crippling sound
Cancer carves fear on the soul
Marking the life in black grief, dread
Words like hope, the cancer stole
But we’re holding onto Him by a thread
Cancer inscribes a panic into life,
Distress, so anxious and apprehensive
Words like faith, might end each strife
Oh, this disease puts me on the defensive
Cancer writes worry through each dream
Darkening the spirit with heartbreak
It feels so terrifying – I could just scream!
God surely knows all that is at stake
Cancer engraves tears into the believer
Silencing the prayers so softly spoken
God will soon destroy this dark deceiver
And quiet the heart who has been broken!
Cancer pens heartbreak in my prayer
While I reach for the light in the shadows
Knowing, deep down, He is always there
While I can’t understand, He always knows
Cancer marks the heart with tears
Pouring salt into the wounds – such grief
But God blesses away all the fears
With His gentle spirit, oh such sweet relief
Evil surely exists.
And it’s as simple as
That which is anti-life.
But each of us
Has a touch of evil
Within us.
If we are healthy
This touch is like an inoculation
Preparing and protecting us.
If we are unwell
Then without balance, without direction
We feed the evil
Thinking somehow we are the good
Without question righteous
And can do no wrong.
This is how evil grows after all
One heart at a time
Turned from the fluid warmth of Life
To the rigid chill of Death.
(11/7/25)
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