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SLAVA UKRAINI
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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 greed
The 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.
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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 markets
a single price, rising once every few years.
No more trade in things are are essential to humanity.
Money is just money.
Isn’t it?
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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 reminder
They’re here, but for how long, how long must putting off
what should we find that was more important than
VISITING YOUR PARENT(S)
ONE TIME .
Think about things other than your important perfect self.
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Think about others!
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 reminder
They’re here, but for how long, how long must putting off
what should we find that was more important than
VISITING YOUR PARENT(S)
ONE TIME .
Think about things other than your important perfect self.
AVSeer
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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
AVSeer
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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?
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Roaring out defiance,, howling screaming wrath
Who walks amidst the flames among the dead
along its path.
Fiery blazoned tears burn as acid upon the ground
Searing fallen innocence shattered all around.
Stalking through eternity, the hallowed vengeance raged
Drowned by solitudes vision, the fury is engage.d
Amidst the souls of darkness the fires of perfect hell
The Devils own hath leapt upon the angels here that fell
Swords upon the scared wings, red eyes and savage cry
Vanquished purity this night and left, the innocence to die.
Now softly he stalks where hell dare not to walk
Listening to the secrets whispered
of God’s wrath hear them talk.
As the sword will settle into the sacred ground
And spirits will be silent, now sleeping at his hand...
In the solitude of sanctity prayers for a remission
In past severe is the lesson here, a fleeting ghostly vision.
What creature deems its presence so
With vicious intent with eyes aglow
Captured and did rape the innocence of love.
How saddened upon jagged rocks, crushed bitter and rejected
A smile cast out, the soul erased a spirits force neglected
At once the victim rises aghast
Bloodied, ravaged from their darkest hell
To try and wreak vengeance, and shatter the past
Covered in a weakened shell.
See creature here hath come the spawn of hatreds kin
Deprived of the innocence once burning here within
Staring from eternitys breast demands the secrets of your sin
That can never be erased and washed from the skin.
You stole my love, my innocence, my joy, my life, my heart
To have faith to be, the will to live, the need to be a part.
So I meet your disregard with my withered souls disdain
And scream your sins aloud and from life love will refrain
Staring into reality, the childhood stolen, at the thief
Your 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 wrath
Who walks amidst the flames among the dead
along its path.
Fiery blazoned tears burn as acid upon the ground
Searing fallen innocence shattered all around.
Stalking through eternity, the hallowed vengeance raged
Drowned by solitudes vision, the fury is engage.d
Amidst the souls of darkness the fires of perfect hell
The Devils own hath leapt upon the angels here that fell
Swords upon the scared wings, red eyes and savage cry
Vanquished purity this night and left, the innocence to die.
Now softly he stalks where hell dare not to walk
Listening to the secrets whispered
of God’s wrath hear them talk.
As the sword will settle into the sacred ground
And spirits will be silent, now sleeping at his hand...
In the solitude of sanctity prayers for a remission
In past severe is the lesson here, a fleeting ghostly vision.
What creature deems its presence so
With vicious intent with eyes aglow
Captured and did rape the innocence of love.
How saddened upon jagged rocks, crushed bitter and rejected
A smile cast out, the soul erased a spirits force neglected
At once the victim rises aghast
Bloodied, ravaged from their darkest hell
To try and wreak vengeance, and shatter the past
Covered in a weakened shell.
See creature here hath come the spawn of hatreds kin
Deprived of the innocence once burning here within
Staring from eternitys breast demands the secrets of your sin
That can never be erased and washed from the skin.
You stole my love, my innocence, my joy, my life, my heart
To have faith to be, the will to live, the need to be a part.
So I meet your disregard with my withered souls disdain
And scream your sins aloud and from life love will refrain
Staring into reality, the childhood stolen, at the thief
Your guilt lies deep within you, my innocence is grief.
Life lessons learned left, mourned and broken.
