(A triple acrostic)
F - Faithfulness
F - Fervence (significant reverence)
F - Feeling good with neighbors
A - Ambitious and admirable you
A - Acknowledging animals endearingly
A - Apple to my eye… oh my…
I — I love You, Lord of Accord
I — Imagine illuminating illusions and allusions of appreciation
I — Ideas flood my brain of beautiful benevolence and brilliant blessings
Tension-whelmed and…yet…
Tormented by uncalm spirits in the realm of resurrections unknown to me…I’m of the Spirit, not man alone
Tranquility matters to me and I’m all on my own…humans are unreliable and always changing, yet God never changes…He’s incredible and dependent on our peace-making skills and talents of plenty
Hope I have faith too no doubt! Walk His narrow route…
How about a handshake of gentility? What about you free me from my captivity? Sin has enslaved me inwardly
Handsome hurts…
Through winding roads and stormy skies
In silent thoughts, my spirit flies
A quest for peace, a heart’s decree,
This winding path is a journey for me
With every step, my world unfolds
In Dark Ally's tales, My Future was told
I picked up a canvas blank, there was a chance to be
Each brushstroke marks a journey for me
Through storms uncalm, I found my way,
In moments lost, in the grey stormy rain
A search for self, I break free
Life’s hardest treks are a journey to me
I paint with purpose,
colors blended ferocious
For every bad start comes a victorious end
In hatred of my disdain
the climb turns in hope
I find my truth, a journey for me
Between the hustle and bustle,
Of the burdened chaotic land,
On one end of the horizon.
And the uncalm sea dancing wildly,
On the other end.
I sit unburdened and hopeful,
On a mound of soft powdery sand,
Unmaligned,
and my soul washed white,
Just like the happy chirpy gulls,
Amongst the numerous starfish shells.
The wind lifts my spirit high,
The crashing waves play a lullaby,
And the earthy smell of the shaking sea,
Cleans my flitting, ruffled mind,
With a subtle fragrance, so divine.
I creep an inch forward,
and two backward,
To play with the frothy blue water,
As it foams my toes with its smooth lather,
This sliver of a creamy white space,
Has become my sanctuary of undivided peace.
Ah, the shimmer of the sun, mellow,
Sinking rapidly into the endless ocean,
Paints the environ in a peachy glow,
And the blue and white, golden.
With closed eyes and sealed lips,
And a soul stirred, fresh and crisp,
I sit there longing for more,
As the last vestige of light,
Leaves me forlorn,
On this strip of silver,
Folks call, the beach and I call,
Home.
kids are all tested
on reading writing and arithmetic
trade workers are tested
to ensure they know what standards fit
industrial and institution leaders are tested
before they take over to eliminate personal
why then are presidential candidates not tested
for their humanity and mental abilities as well as their logic
reagan was who many wanted and he was tested
and proved out of it by dementia but allowed to stay on as a patriotic
t-rumps uncalm can't walk talk think (his education bought not tested)
his traits more serious than just symptoms of a frontal lobe that no tick
daily he threatens to overthrow election results if he's bested
this shows his ego's panicked and seeks a legal trick to remain the big dick
got to quit the us-against-them and we'll-not-be-bested
demon-cracy's not democracy and doesn't deal with all sides like the sick
many democracies health care systems beat that of the wont-be-bested
more than two political parties (a voice for all sides) and acceptance the trick
stan sand
Terrorists know how to matriculate into normal life,
adapating to their surroundings like clever spies,
winning peoples' confidences as they go about their days,
all the while studying their movements and ways,
waiting for the right time to attack or give reason for alarm,
taking their victims off guard,
creating unrest and uncalm,
They are hard to deciper or spot,
because they can warp into any
form or image, having no misgivings
of what they are doing is wrong,
They proceed with their misadventures,
stalworth and strong,
deriving pleasure in every sick, sadistic,
inhuman act,
Once they start, they have the inablity to stop,
Terrorists are of a different mindset,
unable to be decoded or talked down,
Their sense of creating terror is profound
and can only be halted by an act of God,
or an army designed by King Sherrod.
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