I have the strength
I have the will
I have the wisdom
I have the courage
I have the passion
My mind is a fortress,
No fear can creep in
My resolve is a great wall,
It shan't be swayed
Yet my vessel betrays me,
Hands tremble when she sets foot into my line of sight
Lips spew nonsense
Shoulders imitate the coward's posture
My ribs sink inward, puncturing my lungs with every breath
Treasonous feet seem to forget that I'm fully sober
How will I fare as your lover
When the most virtuous intentions are coupled with the worst of deeds
Blame me if you really must,
curse my soul into God's dust.
Make a fist held way up high,
make fake tears whilst you cry.
Scream at me while you cuss,
call me out as treasonous.
Make believe it's all true,
pity contemptuously that's so you.
Tell my friends who you believe I am,
but they'll condemn you, amen!
God, he knows you all too well,
he has a good place for you to dwell.
There is a language barrier being created
adopted and fostered by social media
controlling certain dialect from surfacing
kept down with bad manners treasonous acts
Governing bodies has signed the soul of democracy away
to address another human life form rubbished neologism
firstly a status of hate filled pride needs to be brought into account here
to alter facts and grammar suiting a wicked agenda
This has no value when examined for what's right and just
silence is no longer a tool of the innocent
when powered to speak with lawful manners
From the wool of a Lamb knitted into a soul
the Lion will roar within this arena
words are enslaved put in chains by bigots
backwards justice in the end will fail terribly
because the finger will always point out
the truth from deep within a person's heart
"There's a river meandering through the mind,"
older than the Englishmen who raised a bridge
over its Constitution, a nude Indian sped away
from a warring Englishman behind
absconding by canoe to an adjacent isle
but smallpox caught the indie afore ammunition
"There's a river meandering through the mind,"
that witnessed the grapes of wrath in '37
and suffered its wine, the black potential rebelled
against the clear minority who had signed
emancipation letters without intent
ergo, cars with bodies went flying upon the riparian spine
"There's a river meandering through the mind,"
leaning on treasonous city hearts, wrinkling under the trebled
degrees of island sun, chuffing at progressiveness
and how the colour schemes lightly redesigned
black power free, it seems, walks unfettered to its banks
carrying tackle, tiki-torches, tourists, a picnic, and gun
Cells held secret ballots in my bones,
voting for mutiny in whispers.
Cancer, that drunk architect,
scribbled collapse into my blood's blueprint.
They built black gardens in my lungs,
where breathing became a treasonous act.
Tumours whittled my ribs into broken bridges,
pinned eviction notices on my veins.
Every chemo drip was a gamble—
waging war against a traitor
that wore my own face.
Hair fell like forgotten promises.
This was no battle to win;
only a siege to outlast.
Why Hello, I am Danger
I am a stiletto in the shadows, ready to slit your throat
Should you gloat about laws I broke
I am precariousness in a dress
Peril, hazard, and risk, I'm menace sitting on a fence
I will take you places you've never been
I'll tell you lies and make you believe in sin again.
I will make you comfortable
And then you shall fall ill
A demons day in madness kissed - still
Danger is my poison, Danger is my pill
Taunting you, haunting you
Daring you to take that terrifying step
Take a chance, hold your breath
If no one's looking - spin the wheel - make the deal
Mistress Death will tell you - kill to win - heh he heh
You guessed it Dangerous.
Riskiness and distress are best friends - a hot mess
With endangerment, there is entanglement
Both factors are a possible part of the experience
Mordacity, depravity, and the unsavory
All of these odious and delicious - found in the essence of Danger
Dubious unrest, a fear fest test, a chaotic crest
A mischance of a tense whisper portrayed as a treasonous event
Hellbound or heaven-sent
Just remember - it's me Danger
And I am Dangerous
And you fearless - Your soul yearns for me....
Immobulus,
ocular fixation;
Like a piece of the cumulonimbus
feathers in the palm of your hand;
Go on make a fuss,
just don’t let it lock you in place;
Remember to indulge the superfluous,
solidify it in all of your alliteration;
Ignore where you can go? Treasonous.
l ron hubbard, aimed amiss at Coronado islands.soon captain no longer, relieved of command' Also Husband E Kimmel
For Pearl. Had to carry the can! From fiasco to disaster.'
Either didn't really plan' one trained 'guns willy nilly'
The other got caught' with terrible life tolls' all ships trapped
In port! So retribution was given (under maritime law) as I
Understand things? Anything else would be poor.' So what
Of the actions.? Of commanders in chief.? Should they
Endanger their charges, and their country in breif' can there be
No reprecussions? No treasonous charge? In my estimation i find (such a proposition) too hard' to hard for
Comprehension 'specially should there be willfull intent' in
Knowing of disaster yet never to relent.! I have heard so
Much of the gravitas of Admiralty law! Part of the base of
The governance for co-hesion and so much more.' If you're
Prime minister or even President grand' can you carry out crime withought compunction
Let treason be planned.? denigrate your own citizens? And
Care not one bit.' Cause murder and destruction yet think
You will not pay; not one whit..!
In the flesh, He came to save us,
With His sweet love, He paved the way
Love this alive is worth the fuss,
Grateful that He hears when I pray.
Love personified came to earth,
In the flesh, He came to save us,
Our hearts and souls know what He’s worth,
He is the light we must discuss.
Doubting His grace is treasonous,
We must keep the faith, our reason,
In the flesh, He came to save us,
He brings love for every season.
Without Him, I wouldn’t have a hope.
Jesus, the answer abides, thus,…
Due to love alone I can cope.
In the flesh, He came to save us!
Our differences are like the pieces of a puzzle called life.
~~~
We’re like black and white, forever disparate.
While I look to the right, you search the left side.
Though we’re so opposite, I see your merit.
When I’ve been confused, you’ve often clarified.
What seems like love and hate, could be crazy fate.
You’re outspoken while I’m totally tongue-tied.
At times, we’re night and day, which can complicate.
Still, our hearts are linked by our feelings like love.
Our dreams bring so much wonder to captivate.
Our bond was surely started by God above.
Only He knew what this union would teach us.
Though unalike, our two hearts fit like a glove.
Some think this relationship is treasonous.
I still believe love is meant to make a fuss.
Flim Flam
the hero man
sold his story
and away he ran
From Hanoi to DC
before swamps could be drained
karma would catch him
and rot out his brain
But the damage was done
in the Great Halls of power
as his bombs of war
the whole world did scour
So what is now left
when the hero has faded
same as it was
a nation all jaded
Clamoring to praise
what was clearly a fool
a spoiled near despot
the ultimate tool.
(8/25/2018)
When it’s breezing in the trees
‘cuz the wind’s begun to blow,
Or the leaves have been relieved
having fallen down below,
Or that treasonous first freeze
makes the temps drop to new lows…
When the birds are headed south
and the geese are on the wing,
When you’re looking for the daffodils
but haven’t seen a thing,
When you’re thinking Christ’s return
is more likely than the spring…
When the world is painted yellow
and the pollen makes you sneeze,
When barometers are falling
and you’re aching in the knees,
When everything is dry and hot
and you’re praying for a breeze…
When you’re planning your vacation
with regards for hurricanes,
Or you fret about umbrellas
on legs where you deplane,
Or you check Fujita scales
when a twister hits the plains…
You realize opportunities
for interrupts are rife,
From how you plan your day
to where you take your wife.
A thing o’er which you’ve no control
that causes some much strife:
So, stop fretting weather whethers
to avoid an anxious life.
Some folks call Holyrood Castle a palace
but it's a real gloomy dump,
there's a right royal rogues gallery
and dank haunted dungeons,
The gift shop is run by Scottish mountain trolls
and the cobbled stone courtyard was hard on my knees.
I did find a distant ancestor of mine,
described by the tour guide
as a 'notable treasonous bugger',
so day not wasted day.
Forlorn, my treacherous heart has betrayed me.
Pricked my conscience and disobeyed my mind,
for it desired passion, and chose to set itself free,
seeking a love, it should've declined. Love is blind.
Feigning childhood innocence, it took control,
and its betrayal caused great weeping in my soul.
Since then, my life has been filled with gray skies.
My soul empathized with heart's burning flames.
Without my consent, they spawned a compromise...
forming a treasonous tryst, making intimate claims.
I was disturbed by the self-betrayal taking place,
and prayed for God to forgive me with His grace.
My soul longed for freedom to sing its spirit song.
My heart yearned for romance, plying me with deceit.
What could I do to show them both they were wrong?
To them, my voice had become droll and obsolete.
I will find a way to surmount the sabotage committed.
Guilty, I find them, but with hope of being acquitted.
April 15, 2022
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Treasonous heart, burn in flames!
Take back your frame,
which is now my torment;
this portrait that decorated our room,
now burns my eyes, bathed in tears.
Take back this fatal treasure,
which I adored every day and
gave me warmth.
Take everything back.
Your ghost troubles my timid courage,
even in the clouds, I see the gaze of a deceiver,
perfidious.
You taught me how to love and now,
how to hate! You broke everything
without fear, without efforts.
Was it the work of a novice cruelty,
or a simple unhappy heart?
And take back all these love notes
littering my house. If you dare to read them
at least have the courage to admit 'it's not me'.
"You're the keeper of my heart,
You are the sweetness of my life;
For you I would go to war.
Like the first rays of the sun
your sweetness wakes me from my sleep.
The exquisite vision of your face
Take me on a tender journey.
I love you, passionately.
How to live without breathing you!
I want, with you, to dance in your arms forever."
You still want to burn and misguide, borrow
other people's eloquence. Oh how far you've
travelled away from me in such short notice!
Take back time too, I hate witnesses.
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