Though we dwell in dense matter
And move about on land
The mirrors of fear are working
Against all we can understand
Light has the power to grow
And expand territory within
So that TRUTH can be known
When sight waxes dim
Learning to breathe through pain
And stay in uncomfortable spaces
Allows the trajectory of embodiment
To occupy uninhabitable places
Our journey is not for the weak-hearted
We are warriors sent to fight and win
Tunnel systems of terror hide in wait
Though death may take us, we rise again
We are living light radiating to pierce
Strongholds of doubt and fear
Basking in the heat of LOVE"S fire
Transmuting darkness into cheer
Written by Trudy Schrader on 05-21-2026
The Company which keeps titles in time does so in profited excess of allowance as time.
Under Guilty
Titles held in Observation of build, create discussion opposite of direction.
This Co Direction
Company Directions real estate holdings today include delapidated uninhabitable dwellings.
Dwellings owned by the poor.
Letters, titles, transfers and objective to directed finance create a trust opposite of intent.
Assembly Member Irwin are you withdrawn
from holdings described?
Message Sent
Your email address has been verified and your message has been sent. Thank you. Trust file in the supreme court
"Drill, baby, drill" entreats Trump.
Fossil fuels burn.
Climate warms.
Parts of the world, near equator, become uninhabitable.
Populations, who can no longer survive, move north.
In US, UK & EU, where things are better, people complain of immigration.
Fascism thrives.
Inevitable consequences!
I see the throbbing bass and liquid windswept flute in colorful everyday accompaniments companions really helping guiding finding myself quite champed as I weave through parallel realms not commonly accessed by learned energy observing interacting always respectful as I understand these entities exist to expand my mind chasing swallowtail butterflies and the aliens among us dragonflies whose speed of acrobatic art can only be duplicated by beings from another dimension the reason my 30 mn hikes always become 2 hour soul journeys connecting with all I encounter some boring sad joyful recompense but none grumpy mean or uninhabitable
08/18/25
3:11am
A random road wanders across the desert
as voluminous clouds chase the rising sun
nary a sound can be heard, save for the
whipping wind and clicks of insects.
The yawning horizon stretches out
reaching towards a vast, expansive sea
its crystalline beauty is but a deceptive liar
for death surrounds her ever lapping shores.
Almost uninhabitable she is
like a barren womb in want
her waters are lifeless, a fluid grave
bearing witness of her desolate decay.
Fish carcasses tell their solemn tales
along her distant, lonely shores
their bony apertures are splayed and pecked
hungry seagulls circle, hunting for scraps.
Relentless winds are spreading littered
whitewashed bones
causing them to tumble about
conjuring up a false sense of life.
Now the moon is rising
as acrid air hovers over the sullen sea
the winds seem to shout, “go away”
a dull emptiness prevails.
The blackest night, save for the moon
descends upon this accursed place
where the bony beach rattles its lifeless tunes
along a haunting shoreline
that no one wants to see
where no one wants to be
beside the Salton Sea.
The world transformed many times
From uninhabitable to habitable
From deserts to tundra
From volcanic rocks to rainforest
We, humans should take care
Of Mother Earth.
She will be going fine
If we let her flora and fauna
Thrive in their own natural habitation
Let life find its way.
Save Water
Water is life, water is life, The world is desolate without water! Without this there will be no forest or park, Will food grow in the fields? Water is nectar, water is life, The world is desolate without water! Without this neither animals nor dogs, The world will become uninhabitable! Water is life, water is life, The world without water is a cremation ground! Water is a precious gem, Save it everyone!
Bidyarnab Das
I hear it more and more,
Every time I visit the store,
Walk along the shore,
Or hear our neighbors next door.
"Nobody is going to tell me what to do",
No wonder I am feeling blue,
Every time I put on a shoe
And have to take it off again and forego a live show,
If nobody, is not there to tell the children what to do.
When will we come to realize that nobody is indispensable,
And we need to find his missing relatives as soon as possible,
As, it may soon become impossible,
For just one nobody to save the world that is so inhospitable,
It may soon become uninhabitable?
.
We died in the night
Humanity’s quarrels
Caused by spite
The world
Seems to crumble
In our hands
The earth now seems like
An uninhabitable land
It seems like
Our happiness will end
And darkness will be rushing
Inside our hearts instead
When it seemed
All was against me,
I looked to the sky
The sky,
glamoured by the stars
Encased bright
No matter what
happened in our world,
They always show light
They sing their own song
In spite of the music,
No, quarrels,
Of our world
And then I realized
The stars, they shine
When we are broken
Our fate
Captured bright
Our tears
They fall
When we are hopeless
But we
Will live
To see the
light
There’s light inside us
One day it will shine so bright
Everything in the world
Will be a clean sight
We will see the light
Violent offenders released without bail
a senseless reform, it unfailingly fails
Victims walk alone in dark alleys at night
then rant on the news 'bout the lack of streetlights
Movies at theatres feature a killing a minute
Hollywood's culture of death implicated in it
Crude rap songs glorify every nasty habit imaginable
blare from sidewalks and streets uninhabitable
Guns so easy to score on the meanest of streets
adolescents own more than the cops on the beat
Single mothers on drugs, absent fathers in jail
young kids left untended, what do 'values' avail
Do murders seem senseless ~ They're so often not
They happen for good reason in the society we've got
Call it as it is!
Not mistaken.
Not uninformed –
They just don't care!
Death in record numbers
at our Southern Border;
Death in the streets
of large cities from
Fentanyl...They just
don't care! Mask-less
getting her hair done;
at the seaside with
his obedient dog, steak
for him and Kibbles
for the population. She
parties in Florida,
while the streets of New
York are rapidly becoming
an uninhabitable sewer –
Even pigeons, rats and
roaches objecting to
piles of feces on sidewalks,
along curbs, obstructing
their normal foraging, healthier
diets of tossed pizza, bagels
and imported lox – They just don't
care! Using God and religion
as a prop, to control the naive
masses, while they get richer,
sitting ever higher on their
imagined Royal Asses. Already
card-caring Mammon's. They
just don't care! Obsessed
with Pursuit-of-power –
badly in need of a soul-cleansing
shower – the Devil Delighted,
fiery-plans for each selfish-hide --
advance reservations on a
Subterranean Ride –
There is that momentary pause
a second or two locked in hidden space,
darkness, calling out from somewhere
lapses of the uninhabitable reality
in the in-betweens;
we cannot help but enter in
escaping what lay behind
what waits ahead
all that haunts the now
the blank void that is nullified;
the quiet stillness
of emptiness here,
the chasmed abyss of nothing
the journey into lost time
over there, beyond.
for Unseeking Seeker's contest on the Void
8/7/21
Haiku
Beautiful horses
But it is the modest mule
That carries our load
Tidy office building
Busy and efficient place
Kept clean by janitors
Our great cities
Without armies of cleaners
Uninhabitable
Galloping filly
Bets are on black beauty
The jenny won
Island
If I were an island
Made by nature or by man
I wouldn’t feel alone at all
I would devise a plan
I’d slowly but most definitely
Proof I was smart and wise
For I would turn myself into
A most desirable paradise
Where everything was thriving
Plants and animals, the whole lot
I’d labor steadily and with joy
To make exceptional this here spot
As I would lie there by myself
I would seem isolated
But that would only be assumed
I would be underrated
I would have no appeal or charm
Nobody would come near
Who knows if some would even think
I was a place to fear
But in my isolated state
I’d flourish and I’d bloom
For all the silence and the peace
Would leave me lots of room
And when perhaps by accident
After quite a lot of time
Someone who ventured over here
Would see that I’m sublime
And off he’d go to tell the rest
Of the jewel he had found
He’d tell of all that he had seen
This would for sure astound
What they had seen as overgrown
Uninhabitable and scary
Now caught the interest of them all
They were no longer wary
But by that time I would have been
A natural reserve
All guarded and protected
From those who would have the nerve.
Wendy Nipas
Demise
The mansion anchored seaside
erosion
from the wrath of the tide
impelled now reposes
haunted on the rise.
The ocean floor raw,
uninhabitable,
like a barren womb,
surrounds the symbol of
the über wealthy 1%
alienated
when the world collapsed.
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