Transistors fizz
Electrons bustle
As robots claim
The daily hustle
The hinges creak
The oil of words
Is missing from
The mindless herds
They oft parade
With heads bowed low
Quite frankly,
Nowhere else to go
As hooked in tasks
In ruts with traction
Replace the normal
Human faction
Robots make robots
Or so I'm told
They replicate
The lies they're sold
Perpetuating
All that manic
In ways that seem
Somewhat satanic
The robot wars
Are not to fear
Just realise that they
Are here
Dispense with screen
Release your mind
In un-robotic ways
You'll find
The beauty of
The world around
When eyes you lift
Will soon be found;
Through trees and rain
Bare feet on grass
A world machines
Can ne'er surpass
The pores of life
Should breathe it in
Beguiled no more
By wars of tin.
Why choose war
& recuse ourselves
from peace as a whole?
For this we die boldly
in pieces for
puzzling reasons
Tell me
who's responsible
for this
ungodly treason
The news
spread like wildfire
as fire rained
from the heavens
Is this a message
from The Most High
& spoken blessing?
I'm guessing you should
listen with ears
on your heart as to
avoid convalescence
Subliminal waves
roll in like high tides
crashing a beach party
We reach partly because
we're blind to
the darkness of
the abyss
Reminiscent of
darker times
that's why it's
so hard to reminisce
Our experience
is tied to an ocean
of deeper things
Fish for
the right answers
& take in what
the question brings
We're reeling
in real time
casting lines
with aspirations
Questionable acts
staged for reactions
but we block them
with affirmation
It's internal
demonstration
that rocks them
to the core
Bring forth
infernal flames
from within
shining light on what
earth is spinning for
I have an impression about
The exuberant frill of it all
Sorry it leaves no doubt
My world seems to get old
Doctor Tarr and Professor Fether
Set their sights on a safety course
The Sheriff of Tariff goes further
Busy stopping and making wars
The development people erect
Ugly buildings destroying the old
But what can we do about that?
Mammon is an active god
So what would be a place for us
If only you were here?
But you went away from our path
Without meaning to disappear..
A WAVE SPLASHING FLOW OF
WARS, LANDS, SEAS, AND US
Today’s war waves flow;
Oily frothing away lives
And once useless ships:
Soaring ships costing so much
To be replaced and bombed out:-
Today’s warring times
Unanchors old warrior ways
Of making money:-
Not only do gas prices rise,
But also its shipping cost:-
Ocean warring times
Leave much collateral ways
To make land-money:-
Land-money to support the
On land-power mongering:-
On land or the sea,
Political war making
Is about money:
Money to support power;
Not winning equality:-
Just check it all out,
And see what this war has done
To poor you and me:
We do not have equity,
Justice, nor democracy:-
Final awareness:
Oceans have us surrounded;
Ships daily cruising.
Can not warships also cruise,
Right up to our shores as well?
The cursing blank
pages held
traces of
knavish hooded
knights riding
forward for the
sake of
scum un-
godly kings.
I have lived the ways of darkness, I have done it’s part,
I spoke those words of destruction, that had filled my heart.
Anger, hurt, and pain, yes bitterness, was all there,
those things I had been given, freely I did share.
How it made me feel better, when I bit back you see,
as I lived out the darkness, that was inside of me.
I could feel the stings of anger, growing in my heart,
and from those thing’s, I gave others a part.
The hearts that I’ve destroyed, the destruction I left behind,
I was always justified, by the darkness in my mind.
I had no cares in this life, it was plain to see,
if there were true darkness, it, would have been me.
Now from these ways I’ve turned, I live in the light,
only with my own darkness, now I choose to fight.
To speak words of life, and begin to build you see,
cause from my darkened destructive past, God has set me free.
To live life anew, and to walk now in His Light,
from these ways of darkness, I stand now in God’s might.
Now waging wars of forgiveness, for love, for peace and life,
in His truths, and guidance, I will overcome this strife.
597.
Learn History of World Wars 1 & 2!
Learn World Wars 1 & 2 History
A time of rage, hatred, rancor & enmity
The 1st World War began with a royal assassination
Then conflict spread from nation to nation
The 2nd World War began with invasions by Germany
Then battles occurred from country to country
In the end was the formation of the United Nations
To solve the conflicts & avoid aggravations.
-12/16/2017
(Dumarao)
*WHN Poems
Don't drag me into
your petty wars
I am not into that sort
of claptrap
I am off with Enigma
in the real world
walkin on the beach
making gourmet food
and some whoopie too
What is it with these drama gals?
I swear you can never escape...
Always a villian in someones eyes
like living and breathing is bad news
and you stole their thunder
even if you don't live in the same genre
You just happen to breath the same air
Use the same tools
I make my music for me
not for anyone else
I don't give a if you like it
It was never about you anyway
So keep writing your diss songs
into the wind, that's your issue
few people even have a clue
what you are belly achin about now
Just next week it will be someone else
its your drama oh rama... pattern
the invisible war, no one else started
but you always happen to show up for
Bi polar much?
Bi polar much?
Bi polar much?....
A Thousand Years from now,
in muddy feilds,
We are still fighting,
Our Fathers' War
we fought over crumbs
and who touched whose side of space
daily civil wars
yet somehow we still grew up
laughing at the same nonsense
My lightsaber can be a mood ring,
that is what makes it so powerful.
It is cathartic when you must swing.
Between lavender and aqua flexing,
never do two shades appear equal.
My lightsaber can be a mood ring.
There’s danger in emotions building,
be cognizant and keep them stable.
It is cathartic when you must swing.
A slash will leave your body stinging.
Keep the core temperature normal,
my lightsaber can be a mood ring.
The goal to be the last one standing,
your fire makes that unavoidable.
it is cathartic when you must swing.
I wield a weapon ever-changing.
Pick a fight? Mind the hue be careful.
My lightsaber can be a mood ring,
it is cathartic when you must swing.
it’s my birthday,
which already feels special
but also
may the fourth
so it’s like
the universe remembered me
like
“may the force be with you”
just for me
and yeah,
maybe that’s a little dramatic
but i like knowing
i’m that important
and somehow,
that makes it
my favorite day!
Sometimes there is only one thing
that an orchestra brings to mind.
Harsh image of evil marching
with nothing soft, it isn’t kind.
Can you feel it rip through the air?
Breeding rebellion you loathe it,
all you can do is pause and stare.
Overwhelming you fear it’s size,
delicate helmets hide black eyes.
Brave pilots in the air battling,
unfairly matched some fall behind.
Rebels still continue fighting.
A cadence leads the war you’ll find.
Our Outer Rim’s beyond repair,
the Empire’s crushed it bit by bit.
Desperation’s all that’s left there.
Alliance and what that implies,
they won’t stop ‘til they free the skies.
From Hoth to Bespin,
it’s been a turbulent ride.
Swapped frozen tundra
for a city’s slick hustle.
Built to survive the severe.
In just one year ‘Star Wars’ will turn fifty,
yet it wears this inviolable crown.
A motion picture of such high renown,
George Lucas gifted us his galaxy.
I can say with absolute certainty
I’ll be at its opening day downtown.
In just one year
we can see it how it was meant to be.
Han shot first is how it really went down,
no need to discuss the scene’s runaround.
Back on the big screen causing a frenzy
in just one year.
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