It seems bill gates, has moved the posts.?
Yet how he stands.? Regarding the roast.?
The cooking of the globe, thats now more green.' In mass near big as the USA is the
Intel; it seems? the old narrative is creaky
Maybe as fake, as trumps tan.? Not that
I hold it against the man.. As long as he
Does not make it law.' As I own a green suit and that combos raw.' Apart from that
All is as it seems, the crazys are still at
The levers..Like in a whacky races scene..
I'm worn out from laughing' from both the
Extreems, of comedy and tradgedy, wasn't
Con-vid just the scream..! Now we are supposed to celebrate again horror and macarbe.? OK tell the whackos we are all
Broke now, so can't pay into their game of
Cards.'
We should pray, I have been praying more.'
I am maybe..Or was maybe not a strong
Prayer.' Yet I am becoming more aware of
Its major position in the setting of faith.'
I have been warching for instance the family
Of 'Rev Tom Horn' i don't know of his particular
Conviction in Chritianity.? Yet if he is saved.?
Which to all intents he is, the prayers appear
Superflous..' Yet in our human frailty we pray.'
As I have indeed bowed my head with his
Family, and prayed moved by the devotion i
See, So this highlights more the need to pray in
To unresolved situations of life in general if
I look back 30 40 50 years ago, the Christian
Nations Would have been called to prayer on
Occasions of tradgedy disease war threats.'
I can't speak for other religions.' I address that
Which I know most of.' So we see a different
World.' A supposedly more inclusive world.?
However what are the 'inclusions? And do they
Cause strength? I note in diamonds they are
Not. Desired' what of us.?
Yer i danced the devil
And i just gor away
I played its game
Now its over. Now its paid
Yer...deciet...i got somethin to say
Get rid ..this smog
its no longer your way
I am.. makin sure
You willl remember my play
You stuffed with a label
Overseeing this earth
See..it all depennds
To which level...to which end
Now its all yours lonliness... Thats your curse
As you wander your tradgedy and roam
Aimlessly...this earth.
Like a knife in my back. Or a thorn in my side
You broke me..deciet fractured truth
So i bid you ..goodbye
What a tradgedy when they flew the planes into the twin towers
such thought out violence in the heart of those men
what about the wife who lost her husband that day
what about the son who lost his dad
brother sister mother all died because of hatred
that was a sad day even though i did not know any of those people
the whole act of terrorism is evil
why take anothers life who has done you no wrong
purposely destroying him and others lives
what right do they have
it is totally wrong
when i saw that my heart sunk
i felt so sad and angry at the same time
it was so horrific
to the ones that lost love ones my heart goes out
Candy apple dreams crushed
a one shot arrow turns you blue
what comes around will come around
dirty lies tied to delight
a pretty girl all high just getting by
stuck in a hurricane this storm is gonna strike
along the edge of this city you play
A crying heart bleeding under a moonlight of lust
love is a devil's wish, full of tradgedy
mixed up all over you there's no beyond
you take your fate at the devil's gate..
my knowledge on the
impact of radiation
is quite limited
but I do wonder
if radiation would be
in a brand new car
that was produced in
Japan after the earthquake
and the tsunami
if the water has
radiation, would the paint
on the car be safe?
do we realize that
dangerous radiation
impacts the whole world?
do we realize air,
water and nature will not
be safe for mankind?
sadly, inventions
without preparations for
disasters proceed
and mankind welcome
each with great expectations
to increase comfort
until the next time
a tradgedy occurs, and
many lives are lost
He used to pace back and forth like that
while smoking a cigarette and then
when he sat down
he would thrum his fingers
his expression would seem to be other worldly
etched with sadness
I knew instinctively that
he longed for happier days
for he was saddled with a sick wife
and a fourth child on the way
to escape was
his job I'd say
he had a lot to take on as he eaked out a living
still
he had the kind of family that would keep on giving
their support and their love as he toiled and he tried but
in the end he was alone
amd he died.
I barely remember the funeral
but I do
remember being taken to the park
as if this whole episode was merely a lark
I remember feeling lost that day
no strings to bind
angrey and despondant
knowing he left one behind
it was a tradgedy really he was still so young
his life
and our lives
barely begun.
How are you feeling today,
Are you full of hope and inspiration?
Or is life proving a little too much
Bringing you to the point of desperation?
Are things really as bad as they seem?
Sometimes bacause of imagination;
We build up fear and disappointment in our minds
Where we star in a tradgedy of our own creation,
Making our world seem an unfair place
And despair a downward destination......
That's why we need a little thing called TRUST
And to have a positive intonation---
Try saying ALL IS WELL
And BELIEVE in its' implication.
And even if things are really that bad
It will at least give strength to face the situation.
It might even turn things around;
For when we give HOPE and TRUST an invitation
To work their magic in our lives,
To them their is no limitation.
So whenever you're feeling negative,
Welling up with fear and indetermination,
Remember these words-ALL IS WELL
And let them be your life's inspiration.
No need to speak with mouths.
Moons have dropped like tears from our eyes.
Sadness is a ladder for us all to climb
Atop, where we'll eat sandwiches together and laugh,
Knowing
The struggle of wonder, that
Tradgedy is the forgotten joke,
The last ride at the fair,
The last star of the night.
In the winter we will walk shoeless,
Talking with other parts,
Bare-eyed and wandering,
Compassing hearts.
She reaches far into my chest
And pulls out a handful of emptiness
Our embrace, enough to drive a master lockpick to madness
Both our hearts, pounding rock hard
Hard enough to shake leaves from the tallest, wisest tree
She has hair like wild lava
Eyelids of a butterfly's wing
Petals of rose dance in her cheek
Lips lush as fresh blood born of the finest sabre
Her lobes are the very first droplets of morning dew
And her voice, one hundred children running through a hilly field
Laughing and falling and falling and laughing
I am a harrowing tradgedy
I have lost her
Now I must wake everyday, until I meet the end of time
The sunset took her hand held high
She slipped from my arms, while the lockpick laughed menacingly
My eyes conquered by a salty ocean
Burning like a lick of the sun
All colour left everything my vision falls upon
All I see now are black rainbows and grey sunsets
With her, she took spring and summer
A bird's songbook and scents of eucalyptus woven on warm breezes
I live every hour at the beginning of fall
In the middle of long graveyard-cold winters
And ending only when fall wakes again
Colors of the world
washed before me
I'm too far down
to even care
I can't make sense of
anything anymore
So helpless without
what i thought was
once real
I don't know how
to begain again
I don't know who I am
or where i even belong
Pain inside turns numb
without no one I have to turn
Life becomes my own tradgedy
Too far down to even notice
stones set in my eyes
No where to run
No one to turn to
I'm too far down
to even give a damn
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