Inspired by Bruce Dickinson song Darkside of Aquarius
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On the wings of the first hellrider rode venom —
so copious it stained sky and moonlight,
making mothers bolt their doors
against the eastern warmonger's hot gust.
From molten rock and flaming seas the second rode,
hawking evil wares; his tongue a forge of lies,
spinning promises, seeding secret agents
to rule and mislead in every land.
The third came as a preacher of war ~
turning brothers on brothers, sisters on sisters,
tilling the soil with blood to make it ready
for the fourth — who carved theology into terror.
I tried to run — my feet sunk in wet clay.
Then a lone silver surfer appeared:
from starlit sky or silver sea I could not tell;
he drew me from the mire, breathed strength into my arms.
I vowed to reinvent the wheel:
let fascists taste their own venom, feed their children poisons they brewed,
slay kin with the swords they bloodied.
Death will kiss them in their sleep.
Amalek is the archetypal enemy of the Jews and the symbol of evil in Jewish religion and folklore. Amalekites represent an "eternally irreconcilable enemy" that wants to murder Jews.
Israel begins a war against Iran
The battle rages on, it seems
The time has come, can wait no longer
Must stop the threats’ unending streams
From Tehran, Middle East warmonger
They’ve added fuel to the fire
And paid big bucks, attack Zion
Atomic bombs prepare, aspire
Their demise begins at dawn
Rise up, the land of lions, roaring
You waited long enough to fight
Stay on the map you must be warring
And ruinous deliver smite
Amalekites, the vicious slayers
Must never gain the upper hand
To answer Jewish fervent prayers
In truly Biblical last stand
No one to know what future’s holding
But let this be a swift defeat
We watch events as they’re unfolding
May Zion’s victory be sweet
June 13, 2025
Tui fele esechis Tagoreweb
Thou art an oblivion in forgetfulness
Pondering a wanderer for a long forgotten soul, my soul whence wills met
Henceforth, a life passed by within the blink of an eye, nomadic bohemian, mayhem, my warmonger
The path you took had none to console devoid oblivious a memory lane, obscured
The path that takes you in, the welcome wind catcher, song, knows no way anywhere
Waiting as a turbid river murmur along, dropping a song, a nature tranquil
Shivering she, a drifter soul, says to be in delight with those green leaves that sprung
Seemingly they are returning home , they left a clue with the chirping of the birds
Along the way leading to the starlight about the twilight, dimmed a soul. My soul, my reverie elite!
Positive mindset satiates my hunger,
In dark clouds, it finds silver linings to see.
It carves out success, not as a warmonger,
And its bravery swirls like tides in the sea.
Walking its paths fuels daily ambition,
With it, no time again will my self-trust fade.
No setback can stir the winds of submission;
My will makes failure retreat, deep in dismay.
Struggles create success of long duration,
That spark is a flame that I hold to chest dear.
Lasting success will demand dedication,
I pray that God's favour will keep my path clear.
Their gatherings draw me, my footsteps align,
For there, their uplifting voices rend the air.
Their kindness and courage in harmony shine,
Building new bonds through the wisdom they all share.
The hope in their lives remains my guiding light,
Proof that all dreams can be within easy reach.
It isn’t just how long one groans through the night,
But how one learns from the lessons life can teach.
What great menace pulls us to destruction
What warmonger! What hatred loving beast!
Who savages the innocence of children
The miracle of flowers and serenity of peace
Earth’s wonders plummet down in fatal vortex
In power of Atoms mortals misconstrued
Unleashed at last Pandora’s final power
Predictable Apocalypse imbued
If let die - this Earth - this living opal
This quondam living opal, if extinct
Will Infinity create again this miracle?
Infinity this span cannot repeat.
CHILDREN of the NUCLEAR AGE (version 2)
words by David A.P.
(verse 1)
Three angels were floating in the sky,
screaming with their wings that bled fire.
When are they going to die,
which of them is their crucifier?
Demons with frozen eyes, started to cry,
as they sank into the mire.
Can they tell the truth from a lie,
what is it in them that they desire?
(chorus)
The children of the nuclear age,
live in a land of debauchery.
They march to their tombs in rage,
to worship their warmonger deity.
(verse 2)
When they lost their control,
they didn’t mean to kill.
Although they enjoyed the thrill,
did they have mercy on their souls?
The mother earth swallowed their dead,
and she screamed in their heads.
Father time was laying on his deathbed,
and they drowned in a pool of red.
(chorus)
The children of the nuclear age,
lived in a land of debauchery.
They marched to their tombs in rage,
to worship their warmonger deity.
copyright 6-24-1995 David A.P.
I am a warrior and not a warmonger
The weapons of my warfare
Are not of this world
But they are mighty through God
I am a warrior, enlisted in God's army
I don't carry an AK 47 or an SMG
Praise is my weapon through Almighty God
Who fights my battles
I am a warrior clad in spiritual armour
Through the sword of the Spirit I pull down strongholds
By His shed blood, death is swallowed up in victory
I am a warrior of the end time army of God.
Have you enlisted?
People are separated from good food,
Babies delayed reunion with mother’s breasts;
The innocent begin to ape the crude,
Killer attacks a fresh retest of previous bomb tests.
Gravediggers maximize their income,
Mortuary services twenty-four hours;
The solders keep working the atrocious sum,
The chief sponsors of graveyard flowers.
War is their job in camouflage
In branches clad and leafy things;
All battles are a business of sabotage:
The flapping of deception like wings
Soldier faces, a garden of tattoos,
The identical twins of Yoruba masquerades;
Their arms asserting what paints do:
Very expedient things during raids
CIA’s involvement is reasonable guessed,
KGB’s quota remains frightening;
Some kind of godforsaken race is stressed,
God forsaken shows of might heightening
Is time we sang it like a song:
Peacemakers have never been wrong;
A war mongers with journalists moving his jaw
Only talk about the breaking of the law.
many have waited
we should be vaccinated
premeditated
we batted and sparred
for things had a disregard
removed and did discard
God we want you please
stop tornadoes ripping through trees
warm up and not freeze
trouble up they stirred
we have heard some say each herd
made picture be blurred
while we would ponder
Trump had been warmonger
is here no longer
did have a divorce
no longer are on same course
must consider source
tryst of the moon and the stars
- oh how far
off, when the greed of war
spoils with feldspar.
eruptions of not the loins
but clashes of steel —
political coins
care not how one feels.
a lightning grip on lovers,
mocking, celebrating their aloneness.
the dark hovers
over the waters of Loch Ness.
spouse weeps.
tears constantly fill
the freshwater deep.
the warmonger monster would’st kill.
any great and honorable name
that can be caught in the web —
her man would never be the same,
adrift in the ebb.
she tries to reattach limbs,
pry open his hopeful eyes,
fish for him with sermons and hymns
but he believes in Nessie-lies.
tryst of the moon and stars
-oh how far
off, when the greed of war
spoils with feldspar.
1/13/2021
the future
I have been listening and seeing a program
by David Attenborugh about the dire state of our world
listening to his voice, I felt his sadness.
He ended with a hope that we can find a way back
to a sustainable future.
I felt the last lines he spoke about hope was not
reflected in his voice.
I think as humans we are destroying ourselves
the USA and the Russian Federation are threatening
each other with nuclear warfare.
Should Biden win the race it will get worse he is
a warmonger and will confront Russia, unlike
the much malign Trump who has kept a lid on things
despite his showman bluster.
I think the eradication of humanity is imminent.
Nature will recuperate, forests will grow but
I fear we will not be there.
All's fair in love and war
I beg to differ
When I read this proverb
It got right up my sniffer
LOVE
All's fair in love
It certainly is not
It all depends entirely
On the lover that you have got
You may love a man
With all your heart
When life becomes mundane
He will soon depart
WAR
All is fair in war
Only to a warmonger
Can't they see the carnage
Children everywhere dying from hunger
All is Not fair in Love or war
This statement I find Silly
I did not pen this Famous Proverb
The writer was John Lyly
Democracy No Longer
We were America growing stronger,
But now are a democracy no longer;
Over sea's shipped,
And power Stripped;
Voting interfered with by warmonger.
Russia is interfering with voting
of other countries.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
With the humanization,
All of its progression,
A face of a nation,
Heading for destruction,
Power to power,
And land to land,
Bones of our ancestors,
Crumble by an unseen hand,
Life in a chalice filled,
With blood of those killed,
Rejecting all values until,
A new world is instilled,
Survivors watch as the wildlife disappears,
Earthquakes now normal yet remains in fear,
All around the casualties of war can be found,
Thieves pick pockets of those dead on the filthy ground,
Useless beings flood the street,
Many sick or dying with nothing to eat,
No longer a contrast between rich and poor,
When cold black clouds follow death to every shore.
The materialist item creates anger
Is none other than ‘Money’, ogre.
If it is available with us meager
We become a source of hatemonger.
It can make us sit or stand with finger;
It can taste sweeter than sweet sugar;
If in hands, it makes its owner stronger;
So that he can fight with wildest tiger.
You have it, and live even longer;
And will be called even younger.
The materialist item creates anger
Is none other than ‘Money’, ogre.
With it tensions, no doubt, linger
A lot of worry and threats augur,
What use is Salad without vinegar.
More joy of money leads warmonger
Lack of money people did malinger
The mundane things calling it vulgar.
All those who to receive it eager
Know well that demon in it appear.
The materialist item creates anger
Is none other than ‘Money’, ogre.
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