One after Another
They came for your head.
Aching, filled with dread.
Without hesitation, terror;
Breed, anticipation.
Their eyes were burning.
Cloaked in disobedience.
In a source ritual.
I can’t explain the sorts.
Burden with disillusionment.
Drunk in confusion.
Tipping and double-dipping,
In nightmares.
Whose reality has come chasing?
For what they didn’t ask for.
Now that the past is knocking
On your back door.
Wild and braggadocious.
From coast to coast, always raising hell.
They want to leave you alone.
Their agenda is well-organized and
They boast about not being in disguise.
And flaunt their deep depravity.
Pretending to be somebody they're not.
OVERCOMING THE STORM
Into the storm I must venture, knowing that any attempt to flee only prolongs the ravages.
Like any storm, it is relentless and destructive, just as a well-organized group of savages.
It rips and tears at the flesh with sharp talons, trying to gouge deeper into the muscle.
Perceived as high and lofty, it disregards those trying to survive by a legitimate hustle.
The storm of the century has crept into the present timeframe,
offering nothing but clouded truths, in-your-face deceptions, and false narratives.
While poverty sinks its talons deeper into the benefits of Veterans of the United States and the honorably retired, there is no remorse.
It is time to load up all the ammunition of facts and truth and attach it to a rocket.
Push the button, light the match, and for president of the United States, I nominate Jasmine Crockett.
The women who work in the lab have beauty and charm,
Each having a role to play in orderly fashion;
They never treat you like a guinea pig on a farm.
They take care in their work with a whole lot of passion.
There are so many jobs that they all have to perform,
But none of them are less important than the next one.
From the ones who scan to the ones who check on the dorms,
They are very well organized while they’re having fun.
Though the ones with the needles truly mean you no harm,
You may feel a little pinch when they break through the skin.
Though a minor discomfort in the fold of your arm,
Don't be offended; they'll do it again and again.
The women in scrubs are all very friendly and nice.
They are quite gentle and always have a nice smile.
If you stay on their good side, they won't even think twice.
That inch of kindness may stretch into a long mile.
Now, Mackenzie and Theresa have the same story.
They also walk around with a smile on their face.
Though not in scrubs, they are both as friendly as can be,
But we all know who is really in charge of this place.
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But for you all this corona period
would be boring, depressing
and difficult to manage!
Words of truth you have never heard before
If I ruled the world;
I wanted to create a well-organized world of the future
where all is - (... or virtually all ) - are happy
__ A Wonderful New World __
You may feel skinless -
no one can "vaccinate" themselves against problems
I would say that the most important thing is quality of life
Everything that is bad gets better when it gets brighter
Patience is needed, but eventually everything gets much better
Believe me in my word
I do not want to fill someone else's shoes
21/08/2020
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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My Mojo and Good Morning Joe
When I woke up so did my mojo,
While watching Good Morning Joe,
I had realized,
Well organized;
He told me what I needed to know.
Jim Horn
I'll join you for sure
and be there on time
at six-thirty sharp, there's
no need to remind
me that it will be fun,
educational too,
with ideas and discussions
well organized by you!
Fire of passion disclosed
Triumphs an endless butane battery
Storing up nuclear charge
All mystic splashing neon energy
Love of soul pools communal
Exchanging cryptic disguise for truth
The kind that bleeds through a coat pocket
Sending me to you instantly!
How I forgot
Love's incessant ecstasy
Taught to look, behave, restrain
Who's fools code is this?
Wild abandon redistrict
Trumps well organized automata
Engraved lifeless on the page-grave
Put out your far reaching desire
Blending mind and matter
We are the unprincipaled storage keepers
Taking care to love with fury!
The sky slowly grows dark
Like a seeking, creeping, shark.
Moving shadows disappear, but something
ominous and wicked is near.
It holds promises of fear my dear.
Leaves commit to a dance
as if well organized and not by chance.
Will circumstance meet your demise or
will it be a complete and unexpected surprise?
From the ground comes a moaning, groaning sound.
drumming, pounding, on your head.
Like the heartbeat of the long ago dead.
A wise individual once said,
it is the curtain of our mind that reflects our dread
making it real and not pretend.
The next time your fears begin to rise
Look within the window of your head
And shove them out until they are dead.
Frame is solid, some refurbishing needed; I have a room for rent
Only needs a few repairs and my patience has well been spent
Ready for immediate occupancy as soon as one can spare
Renovations commencing instantly; rent is somewhat fair
Equipped with all the essentials; a spacious room is what you’ll find
Needs an well organized individual; one able to dwell inside this mind
Today it’s clean and tidy as can be; tomorrow's a new day, I'll wait and see
© Stacy Lynn Stiles
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