The most destructive force on this planet might be mother nature herself.As we erode every single safety net she has to deal with our greedThe more ferociously she fights back.Hurricane, tsunami, earthquakes, volcano, drought, flood, famine and tornado.She has bigger weapons than we do. Maybe the men who so badly eroded and rule this world might want to listen to her.
Some things are just different.Money is just money.Until it comes to using it for good.Then if becomes charity.Let’s rethink our system. Remove fuel from the stock marketsa single price, rising once every few years.No more trade in things are are essential to humanity.Money is just money.Isn’t it?
Each breath, each smile, each heartbeat.They are because of you, Many times the excuses are made.Had to do this, that needed sorting.When will the penny drop down beside you,Maybe to guide you, with a gentle reminderThey’re here, but for how long, how long must putting offwhat should we find that was more important thanVISITING YOUR PARENT(S) ONE TIME .Think about things other than your important perfect self.
I am a person. I am a woman Who Are You, who who, who who!I am a person. I am a woman. I am a survivor of child abuse by a then close relative, now rightly dead to me in flesh, but haunting me since that abuse. I did take said rapist to court 30 years after the end of my abuse. I did reveal that abuse to parents who were quick to dismiss it as lies, my only salvation is that my abuser wasn’t exclusively targeting me… a sibling came forward to tell my parents, your unloving, often unfeeling, often excruciatingly hellish monster who refused to do as she was told, was not a liar. I am a survivor of child abuse by a then close relative, now rightly dead to me in flesh, but haunting me since that abuse. I did take said rapist to court 30 years after the end of my abuse. I did reveal that abuse to parents who were quick to dismiss it as lies, my only salvation is that my abuser wasn’t exclusively targeting me… a sibling came forward to tell my parents, your unloving, often unfeeling, often excruciatingly hellish monster who refused to do as she was told, was not a liar
We look for the truth. It is always so close, yet so far. Politics is the business of lies, deception and misdirection, but there is nothing magical about it. The things they don’t want you to know vs the parroting of propaganda. If something is important, look out for the continued echoes of the precise same message. If something is hidden, it is hidden - journalists know more than they tell you. The news cycle is a race for the exclusive thus it fails to truly tell us the real ‘news’ but rather goes for that banner headline, with just about anything being‘breaking news’ I have long felt that our system is so wrong. We’re fed a diet all our lives about working hard and driving forwards, and whilst much of this is its own reward a sense of achieving a pay cheque, a sense of worth for contributing, what is it we contribute to? It isn’t us, most of our taxation is utterly squandered on the vanity projects, the overseas aid, which whilst absolutely compelling is a drain on resources for this country. Should we just become a what’s that term, ‘third world country’ to atone for the sins of our great-great-great-great-great-Grandfathers? Outrage is what anyone should feel about vile abuses of power. Vile acts, vile theft and stealing. We must remember much to ensure we don’t repeat it. But we don’t and we do. We allow genocides in Africa, Asia, Europe, and even the America’s the pithy statements and disingenuous outrage of our leaders the world over is sadly bordering on theatre. Another monster raises his or her head, and we say those words proclaiming how evil they are whilst sitting by and watching it all unfold, again and again ad-infinitum. The problem with a conspiracy theory is, it is amped up beyond the crime or the conspiracy for effect and misdirection. Trump echoing Roy Cohn’s method of ‘it’s a conspiracy against me by the liberals’ who are liberals? According to Oxford Dictionary a liberal is willing to respect or accept behaviour or opinions different from one’s own; open to new ideas.2. relating to or denoting a political and social philosophy that promotes individual rights, civil liberties, democracy and free enterprise. These do not sound like people that would railroad anyone. They sound like people who tolerate, encourage and promote your rights to say whatever the hell you like, and within reason do whatever you like that doesn’t breach the rights of your fellow citizens. We have a duty to be honest, to be fair, to be accepting. I am possibly none of those things deep down, but I am trying. How about you?
Roaring out defiance,, howling screaming wrathWho walks amidst the flames among the deadalong its path.Fiery blazoned tears burn as acid upon the groundSearing fallen innocence shattered all around.Stalking through eternity, the hallowed vengeance ragedDrowned by solitudes vision, the fury is engage.dAmidst the souls of darkness the fires of perfect hellThe Devils own hath leapt upon the angels here that fellSwords upon the scared wings, red eyes and savage cryVanquished purity this night and left, the innocence to die.Now softly he stalks where hell dare not to walkListening to the secrets whisperedof God’s wrath hear them talk.As the sword will settle into the sacred groundAnd spirits will be silent, now sleeping at his hand...
In the solitude of sanctity prayers for a remissionIn past severe is the lesson here, a fleeting ghostly vision.What creature deems its presence soWith vicious intent with eyes aglowCaptured and did rape the innocence of love.How saddened upon jagged rocks, crushed bitter and rejectedA smile cast out, the soul erased a spirits force neglectedAt once the victim rises aghastBloodied, ravaged from their darkest hellTo try and wreak vengeance, and shatter the pastCovered in a weakened shell.See creature here hath come the spawn of hatreds kinDeprived of the innocence once burning here withinStaring from eternitys breast demands the secrets of your sinThat can never be erased and washed from the skin.You stole my love, my innocence, my joy, my life, my heartTo have faith to be, the will to live, the need to be a part.So I meet your disregard with my withered souls disdainAnd scream your sins aloud and from life love will refrainStaring into reality, the childhood stolen, at the thiefYour guilt lies deep within you, my innocence is grief.
Life lessons learned left, mourned and broken.
Poetry from the broken child
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Poetry from the broken child
Roaring out defiance,, howling screaming wrathWho walks amidst the flames among the deadalong its path.Fiery blazoned tears burn as acid upon the groundSearing fallen innocence shattered all around.Stalking through eternity, the hallowed vengeance ragedDrowned by solitudes vision, the fury is engage.dAmidst the souls of darkness the fires of perfect hellThe Devils own hath leapt upon the angels here that fellSwords upon the scared wings, red eyes and savage cryVanquished purity this night and left, the innocence to die.Now softly he stalks where hell dare not to walkListening to the secrets whisperedof God’s wrath hear them talk.As the sword will settle into the sacred groundAnd spirits will be silent, now sleeping at his hand...
In the solitude of sanctity prayers for a remissionIn past severe is the lesson here, a fleeting ghostly vision.What creature deems its presence soWith vicious intent with eyes aglowCaptured and did rape the innocence of love.How saddened upon jagged rocks, crushed bitter and rejectedA smile cast out, the soul erased a spirits force neglectedAt once the victim rises aghastBloodied, ravaged from their darkest hellTo try and wreak vengeance, and shatter the pastCovered in a weakened shell.See creature here hath come the spawn of hatreds kinDeprived of the innocence once burning here withinStaring from eternitys breast demands the secrets of your sinThat can never be erased and washed from the skin.You stole my love, my innocence, my joy, my life, my heartTo have faith to be, the will to live, the need to be a part.So I meet your disregard with my withered souls disdainAnd scream your sins aloud and from life love will refrainStaring into reality, the childhood stolen, at the thiefYour guilt lies deep within you, my innocence is grief.