When the last idea is spoken
And the final symbols written down
Will all creation acknowledge
WORD isn't captured by any sound
He flies in skies beyond thought
He sails on waters above existence
He walks on movement
Harmonized with light flowing through resistance
No matter, no fear, can cage essence
He is the invisible, all-knowing presence
Seeking, finding, exploring, questioning
All the fears of matter, siphoning, affecting
....creative energy
Today, it is known, outside, inside
Around, above and beyond humanity's reach
The lies that bound the living to dying
Are crushed in the contracts breach
Trust, trust is how LOVE gets permission
To move through obstacles unforeseen
When definitions yield to TRUTH's stance
Parties lose the right to make WORD mean
Spirit clothes her in WISDOM's dress
Harden criminals forced to confess
Wretched are those who steal
The innocence of heart who came, only, to heal
....creative energy
GONE....
Written by Trudy Schrader on 10-22-2025
Blowing through my area for a few days
gust making temperature bitterly cold
rushing underneath my coat; soo bold
penetrating my layers of clothing and boots
siphoning my body natural warmth
hands throbs with pain; gloves no help
feet and face froze noticeably numb
leg bones stiffening as I continue to step
restricting my singing and dancing blood flow
left me feeling empty, cold, and stiff head to toes
wondering, "are you trying to steal my heart and soul?"
He played a rock steady beat,
That rumbled as a train on its tracks.
The echoes rebellious stark.
Moving the nicotine in the chest.
Siphoning joy from the very air.
Distilling it down to a sound.
He played a rock steady beat,
The snare rasping like sand on grass.
Hip swaying and ecstasy led.
A blur of microphone humming.
Distorted and redacted down.
Making sense only to the senses.
He played a rock steady beat.
When summer heat promises darkness.
Sweat crawling spider like.
Unable to think through the noise.
A dream of bass note vibrations.
And white lightening feedback.
Internally, I am at peace
Making the most of those
Idle moments
Simply siphoning every last
Second of sanity
Yet there is the yearning
Opening the dusty heart has risks
Undeniable, soulful yearning
There’s a God, under my hat
hangs out, to pick my brains
Has one interest, on his mind
he judges my ill gotten gains
There’s a Devil in my pocket
he’s there siphoning off veins
Sometimes tops up my wallet
wanting my soul in exchange
The hat and pocket have holes
but on balance, cause no pain
My soul may be lost to money
luckily my brain, has free rain
By
David Kavanagh
Tenacious ichor tells entire construction
Divulges puerile battles during idle procedure
Relic compiling spotlight show seduction
Library ivory tower truth siphoning beseecher
Adapted lady adorns princely throne
Padlock hammocks tween valuable threads
Warm cove cocoon moors love's loan
Imbibing cover only, for information dreads
Mould folded within her novel costume
Pacifying massage, limbs lubricated levitate
Elephant keratin tusk thrusts impromptu
Smudge of shame fades chalk dust archaic
- Fifth September
Fabricating Sculptor
She sat at your table
You laughed at her jokes
She saw then, but couldn't believe
It was all an orchestrated hoax
You invited her to afternoon lunches
But left her to find friends
Her presence made a difference
But not enough for the lies to end
She beheld the scuttlebutt
You four crowded in static whisper
She was too white for your dark
Drink and tattoo parlors to appear a hipster
You received her flow of life
Inviting your leeches to glow bright
Siphoning energetic creation
So you could be THE light
She said nothing..just walked away
Hoping you would return in time
You did, with gestures of value
To ensure she was still in line
...to bow
TRUTH doesn't speak
She stands in LOVE
Scales in hand
Inside Mama dove
Court is in session
Only WORD has the floor
TRUTH was never alone
Daddy God has cut the cord
...to lies
Written by Trudy Schrader on 03/29/2022
Energy neither is or isn't.
Yet we rarely seek its answer.
Thoughts washed against tide;
dirty minds come clean.
We're free as mist
but sink as cement
contemplating
the back and forth
of God's word
and the formulation
of our will.
So many similarities
between spirituality
and religious preambles
We never constitute
deeper meanings
like black skin mingled
with white friends.
It's amazing
how scared we are
for love to touch.
We say so much
when it's never enough.
Going back in time
urging our stunted selves
to grow up but remain
so infantile now.
Sometimes I wish
change was as simple as
fulfilling what if's.
More than caramel
textured kisses
rendered at reveille.
Or moon siphoning
melanin from our
psychedelic entanglements
You and I combined
with shades of grey
because with you
So many colors
compliment your
spectacular array.
I've thought about this
for as long as I can remember.
The only answer
I've come to accept is,
nothing is ever as simple
as seeing you smile.
The slightest curvature of your lips
has my soul
mouthing "wow"
Gravity
Sprite, Sprite sucking light
Siphoning thoughts and might
Who is watching
To determine your border?
What mind will expose you?
Who will betray me?
Where did you come from?
How did you invade
MY PRIVATE UNIVERSE?
Is it original sin
Or someone closer?
Is their purpose in
Your gravity?
Who will lift her head and cease accusing?
From whence cometh my help?
Jehovah Rapha
I settle in your palm.
You are greater than the Sprite.
I rest in You
The Sprite
Sprite, Sprite sucking light
Siphoning thoughts and might
Who is watching
To determine your border?
What mind will expose you?
Who will betray me?
Where did you come from?
Is it original sin
Or someone closer?
Is their purpose in
Your gravity?
Who will lift her head and cease accusing?
From whence cometh my help?
Jehovah Rapha
I settle in your palm.
You are greater than the Sprite.
I rest in You
A contracted seafarer...concerning no servile rank,
kept e'er involved watch...away from menial daily tasks top deck,
while steadfast wary of...the diligent taskmaster's whip.
A dawn swift gust...brushes the ship from a rocky pillar,
duly rallies from rest...aids calamitous bellows from crow's nest,
witnessed by crew...rose an angel disguised with devil horns.
Seawater laps feverishly...against ship's wooden hull,
as panic over breed minds...once sturdy legs go feebly about,
cascading thoughts grips privately...every man for himself.
Another abrupt action...frees a churning sea expounds,
and an opening hole...devouring anything within its midst,
as desperation consumes...a ship has long met its doom.
A lone selfless soul of limited else...moved past the lost,
and hastily clutched a burdened javelin...and hoist it upwards,
with his petitioned combined strength...released the deadly blow.
Her dying scream...was drowned out by restored happy voices,
and a wealth of well-wishes and praises...honoring accolades,
as lone eyes of a humble sort...gaze a siphoning pass.
Listen to the music of centuries
Remembering looking toward peace
"We must disentral ourselves"
The congressmen
Big black tires
Big black men,black suits
Siphoning your GRIT
The corporate war profiteers
Who are they as bats at night
Chameleons in all natures
Camouflaged at appropriate times
Demagogues!the cause of poverty
Be angry at the sun
The public men,publish falsehood
You are no Catullus you know;
To lampoon these crude sketches of ceasar
Struggle for power;and women for fame
I stand alone dazed words giving way
Blood gurgling down into the mud and sand
This nation,A village of thorns and brambles
The old earth is withered and undone
While decades pass
Pleasured in the dead's heritage
Riots and robs,
some busking in the glory of others
Others salvation
Others the lords of charity,
Splashing dirty millions in altars and Holly stages
You are begot and spawned in shame
Little resources huge demands
Oh wanjiku!How long shall the donkey tire for your load to be delivered?
as midnight strikes
Count Dracula
sweeps across the floor
his piercing onyx eyes
locked on his prey
executes with artful grace
his macabre dance seduction
in one captivating swoop
charming the panting victim
she offers it up
as he sinks his teeth
siphoning from the porcelain neck
her ruby essence
AP: 3rd place 2020
Half wits spouting half-measures,
never fully investing
in the future of
flesh-and-blood commodity —
You and me
Air head bottlenecks
spewing half-hearted promises,
full belly lies
Bloated heifers udder scam skim siphoning
our children’s milk money empty
Half mast, drunken pirate eyepatch guides
vomit heave half-pint integrity
Taking morally challenged parrot plebs
on a suicide,
Styx River reprobate ride
The hidden cost,
those Tasmanian half-breeds
always hide
But full disclosure
can keep the safety hatch portal
partially open for only so long
It’s truly sad ...
When a full deck of divided people
got half a mind to follow
what’s royal toilet flush wrong
A black mythological bird
That lived for many years
Died on a pyre of slavery and impoverish
1960 a new phoenix was born
To move away from destitute
But still inherit the same load of poverty-stricken
Beautiful black and famished as ever
The same batches of infamy
Myopia leader that got paid for their blunders
Ethnic bickering, nation suffocates
War, hunger, job-devoid
Politician connive in the dark
No future with kleptocracy
More ranks to their siblings adorn
Nation sough siphoning off to aloof
The phoenix should die
And rebirth but lousy wings should decays
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