These people
always like
to say that
“the gloves
do not bite”
but sadly now
they are being
used to shock;
But I do know
what it means
to burn red hot
for I once felt
very hot water
on my torso
and was quite
cruelly mocked;
“Never forgive,
and never forget”
is precisely what
they always seem
to want to say,
but false leaders
always lie to the
misguided flocks;
They take from us
and manipulate war
to fool the ignorant
and betray the wise,
and that is exactly
why they scheme
whenever they are
off the work clock.
Only a monster tainted by evil supports the use of electric shock to control other humans. You cannot change my mind.
LIFE AND LIVING HOPE
In life, never give up hope;
For hope supports faith’s
Living belief in God:
Knowing, not wishing,
God’s healing grace
Will sustain life—
Keeping you here
For a while longer—
To serve Him
In labors of
His love:-
The goats are breeding a new bloodline
inside cells tampering with the sheep altering their genetic code
Starting signs come under the triangle translating delta
a global warning is in place within revelations
when looking to the right then left
There is no middle ground when they own your bodies
dig this error for what it supports ignorance and arrogance
The balance can be found making an informed choice to speak
why does fear drive an angry mob insane with hate
because they are driven mad by opposing opinions
Unable to take on board we are all on a spiritual journey
petition has already signed acts that butchers the truth
Innocence has now become the new convict sacrificed
at what stage will this world end up admitting doing wrong
Equality has become something unfamiliar to some
freedom is a captured body silenced by the enemy
we can see the blood of martyrs spilt soaking into the land
It is hard to draw a picture from the backward mindset
what glue holds their soul's together I ask myself a difficult question knowing the answer inside out
a beautiful nymph descending from the heavenly skies
dispel the sadness that grinds the root of days
cheer me with your voice
and let your ankles squeeze the wine of the days to come
be for me the temple of the dancer
that writes in the dust the mystery of the days to come
and let your body be the wonderful minaret
that supports the call
be my throat that struggles to whisper
and prayers and whispers and curses
be the luminous foundation
that supports this vitiated life
Who supports and follow the charlatans, whether he knows it or not!
The silent hum of divine magnetism,
this morn has ignited the head ovoid,
heart, spine and all nodes in mind-body prism,
state of being-ness pure and unalloyed.
The tip of nose chakra whirs with vigour,
whilst the soul star node glistens on our head,
with toroidal heart as always demure,
looks to crown and third eye where bliss is bred.
All the vertebrae in our spine align,
fused together now as a seamless whole,
that thus though caged in form we feel divine,
radiating God’s light scriptures extol.
God’s hand, a disc of light, supports our back ~
Magnetised head to toe, we feel no lack
They built a life from second chances~
his divorce long past,
her first marriage finally found in him,
two late-in-life soulmates
who learned tenderness the hard way.
Together they raised children
who were never hers by blood
but wholly hers in devotion~
managing medications, meltdowns,
the fragile labor of special-needs care
that society applauds
but never supports.
Now the phone stays silent.
No calls. No cards.
Distance has become an alibi
for abandonment.
Their loneliness grows heavy,
a quiet emergency
no agency tracks,
no policy names,
no system prepares for.
And the question echoes
through their dimly lit home~
Who will care for the caretakers
when the world they held together
lets go of them?
There once was a woman called Gina
Who really was rather obscena
While folks had the blues
She wore gold on her shoes
She's as popular as cyclone Katrina.
* Gina Rinehart is Australia's richest person and
supports political parties who promote tax
reductions for the rich and the watering down
of environmental protection laws.
I found a book with someone else’s name inside
a reminder that she was loved, encouraged, chosen.
But I am not Mary Angie,
and no Lisa writes hope into my story.
I hope I was Mary Angie sometime
so I can express my love and passion
without being judged or shut down.
I wish I had Lisa as a family,
a person who supports and encourages me,
but for I am not Mary Angie
nor have Lisa on my side,
so I will shut my hopes
since hope only fuels the hunger of a fool
a fool who dreams too big and alive.
Oh dear Mary Angie,
for I am not like you,
a person who dreams and loves…
for I am taught to follow my parents’ dreams
since I can’t dream for myself,
nor truly live or love.
So dear Lisa, I will stop here,
Because I am tired of living in pain and lies…
for I am not Mary Angie,
nor have you on my side.
very clear to me
idiot supports evil
I hope you are not.
does not know the past
nor knowing what was going
nor reading future
I'm not "Always ok"
nor "Always joyous"
But I'm trying,
at times I'm not even willing to keep going on,
but I'll find the will to make a way out of here,
they say "fake it till you make it",
but it was because of high school,
I found the heart to lie with hopes and dreams,
I lied because,
I wanted to be happy,
I wanted to be free as sin,
so I had to start somewhere,
with only financial support,
my back up emotional supports gone,
walking alone with only friends and teachers,
all these lies I knew I could never be,
became the foundation for my stepping stones,
but I genuinely do fear for what's to happen if my lies crumble,
-kitsuko Dragonstar
Dusk is blinding, but champagne illuminates.
—Poet
Champagne Date at Purple Dusk
Purple champagne and candlelight.
Dusk’s hue through flutes; the beach forthright.
Butterflies; two chairs sink in sand.
Her crescent smile as moon takes flight.
They’ve been beached in gleam of dreamland.
Bashful lashes rise; sea tears land.
Bubbles rise to her nose; she snorts.
The chortle of horizon scanned.
Her twilight eyes - amethyst quartz.
His aquamarines, she supports.
Alas, rough and tumble, this date.
High tide and tension as he courts.
His romantic gesture isn’t late.
He’s new to this dame…and there’s fate!
Lips lock as they’re kind of tipsy.
Friends set them up on a blind date.
The Ever-Changing Crown
A root that grips the turning world,
A silent anchor, tightly curled,
Supports a truth both somber and clear:
The life and death of every year.
A realm of silvered Winter,
Where boughs are stark, a frozen splinter,
The grey sky hangs, a promise kept,
That life beneath has merely slept.
Then, bursting forth, a blush of Spring,
The cherry bough begins to sing,
With clouds of petals, soft and pink,
A hopeful dream upon the brink.
Next, a heart of sun-drenched Summer,
A canopy of vivid comer.
The leaves are lush, a fortress green,
The shade a cool, majestic screen.
And where the vibrant curtain falls,
The bronze and scarlet Autumn calls,
With gold and russet, fire-kissed hues,
A final glory the tree renews.
Though separate seasons frame the sight,
One single spirit burns so bright.
It wears all gowns, from snow to flame,
And knows the seasons by their name.
A living clock, a steady sign,
Of passing time, and art divine.
For the pen refuses to write;
Even struggling doesn’t seem right.
And for all one cares, I see no light—
Yet these legs walk, fortnight after fortnight.
However strong one’s mind seems,
At unending, nerve-wrecking scenes it dims.
For all supports appear blurry, even strong beams,
Striking uneasiness and swaying wherever the path leans.
But breath goes on—uncaring and unfeeling,
Offering no remorse, no solution, not a thing.
Every rotation carries its own unsorted fling,
Yet breath goes on for this wretched being.
"I know your race. It is made up of sheep. It is governed by minorities, seldom or never by majorities" ~ from The Mysterious Stranger by Mark Twain
What causes war?
Why does it perpetuate?
Power? Greed? Money?
Man's obsession with lining his pockets,
his valuation of money
above humanity,
above the earth that ultimately supports us?
The separation of the leaders,
those who profit,
and the complicit followers,
from those wielding the physical murder weapons?
Rationalizations?
Does money, which has no heart,
rule leaders and marketers,
who, in turn,
leverage and manipulate
emotions, tribalism, us vs. them?
Click.
I don't understand it,
but I wonder
if we all share part of
the guilt.
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