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Antipathy of God’s magnum opera: \
An anomaly, \
It is preternatural, \
& it is entropy. \

As Children of The Most High God, Jah, \
The Cosmo-Plexus of Empyreal Love, \
We must rise above, we must transcend \
Hate, Malice, & attrition. \

The Spirit is beckoning you, \
Embrace amour & revere the one who is love: \
8 “Who ever does not love has not come to know God, because \
God is love.” —1st John 4: 8 (NWTSE) \

(—Se’ lah)


10-04-2025
I’ve recently become the victim of multiple hate crimes. As I mull upon them & contemplate the life I’ve lived, I now realize that this world will never accept me with unanimity. It saddens me to think that people can be so cruel & unusual. Hatred of others is truly an aberration.

Thank you to all the people who have stuck by me through thick & thin. You shall know the truth & the truth shall set you free. (John 8: 32) —I am a devout Christian, LGBTQIA+, African-American, Native-American, & Sicilian-American man. For this reason, people have for all my life marginalized me.

By the Grace of God, I have faith that I will transcend my woes. “Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.” —Hebrews 11: 1 (KJV) Please keep me in your thoughts & your prayers. (1st Thessalonians 5: 17, Philippians 4: 6, 7). —I love you all.

Rise above hate. Rise above entropy. Rise above suffering. —We see you, we hear you, we celebrate you.
Jayden 7d
It’s a windy day, and you’re boomerang in my mind, or rather a yo-yo back and forth, incessant mayhem, never lost.

Although to and fro I still search for you;

I still check the tree where we carved our initials to see if it burns with the same passion we once shared. All the while reminiscing, giggling about the prospect we told, about sharing our finite eternity together.

I still place my forefingers on the left side of my chest and the underside of my chin (the familiar one, which your hands couldn’t bear the urge to explore) and wonder if our hearts have remained in sync.

I still flick through the photos we took, negating me, so my eyes could hold you solely as the centrepiece. And as you encapsulate my peripheral, your statuesque looks through me, my attempts to meet her gaze are done with unfound desperation.


Now I peel the bark from the tree to unearth the truth, the once tree of life is now cold. Gone.
I need not check the rate of your pulse, as mine exists in irregularity when my thoughts are of you, and yours remains a constant “Ba-dum”, with no reason for variation.

Alas, as the “what’s” turn into “when’s” and the “where’s” transpire into the “why’s”.
A “who” is never uttered, for who else but you?
3 10 minute sessions on 3 days. Didn’t really have an inspiration, just felt rather expressive.
Esme 7d
I hear her name
Sometimes its not even her
So why do I still feel the burning torch on my skin
Why do i want to crawl out of my naivety and want her back
I shouldn't
Its wrong to want them back
They hurt me
Yet all i want it for it to go back to ‘normal’
Go back to when i was happy
When i heard her name and shouted from the rooftops
When i didnt curl into a shadow everytime someone asks me if i have seen you
Everytime i want to hug and stab you
Everytime i hear your name
Everytime i miss you
for the best freind that left me and dragged my name through the mud
(context she shared my deepest darkest secret with everyone after she had a crush on me when i rejected her and bruised her fragile ego)
A half truth is worse than a lie.
They have a tendency to spread, and don’t die.
A forked tongue serves tempting mouthfuls
of sugar coated hate.
From Charlie Kirk to Andrew Tate.
You wanted change. Be careful what you ask for.
Without compound sentences
there’s no thought behind it all.
Telling men what they want to hear–
they’ll make America great again,
with plenty of cash, chicks and beer
for all the guys. Get wise.
If it sounds shocking,
that’s because it’s wrong.
The sun is still in the East at dawn.
Hate is hate, and water is wet.
We haven’t seen the worst of it yet.
Carlo C Gomez Sep 27
Engineering to the Bridge:

"Time passed, but without us. A bit like Kepler's third, I suppose."

Express your "law" another way. Throw rocks at the moon. Stone the satellite because of your own despicable sins.

I see demise in your face. There's something strange about the through lines of your crew, the yellow journalism of their spacewalk.

Posters of the wild frontier, staggered and torn, said nothing will go wrong. That sometimes death is merely the devil changing colors.

"I think not, Captain. You laugh when you should cry. You tear to pieces the pictures of the overtaken. You run from the lie detectors. Otherwise, your narrative falls apart and all you're left with is your withered mind funneling down a ****** abyss..."
Charlie Kirk:  Called  for “God’s perfect law” of
stoning gay  people 
to death !  Do you know how painful it is to be killed in that manner?
  Constantly and. repeatedly   called women *****,  
dumb ****** , *****  receptacles    etc.  
His main target was susceptible youth, and he spent the majority of. His early career targeting college campuses with Turning Point USA, a national conservative youth group and media platform he launched.  Potential members say they were brainwashed, coerced,        fleeced repeatedly.  and  bullied. Hazing was common and encouraged.
  He openly and  cruelly   mocked trans people, saying someone identifying as  trans is akin to a white person putting on
blackface.
Pushed “great replacement” trash,   doubled and tripled down on the whole Haitians eating pets thing
  called  for  open hate  
and  condoned  violence.  he’s discussing real deaths of school  kids  as acceptable collateral, which is morally grotesque said it was just.......“an unfortunate cost”  ...  

  ALL  with corporate sponsors and social media reach.
No  self-righteous,
self important CARR  and the    FCC chair threatening   him  
or  his ridiculous dog and pony circus of a  lopsided hate  filled   GOP  propaganda  labeled  as  a show .
  No  stations    lost  licenses over that.  

 Charli could (and did) spew YEARS   of
hate filled  
, racist
misogynist. bile .
Uncorroborated. Unchecked.  dogwhistles, anti-LGBTQ screeds, conspiracy theories  . etc ad  infinitum....
all the while defending violent extremist movements. Including, but not limited to, attacking gays at funerals and AIDS victims.
The worst type of mental garbage anyone could possibly imagine cranked all the way past 11.
All of it dressed up as “political commentary.”
As vile as it is, the Constitution protects that speech because it’s viewpoint.
The First Amendment doesn’t let the government say:
“We like this opinion but not that one.”
It only makes very narrow carve-outs (direct incitement to imminent violence,
true threats
, obscenity,
terrorism etc.).
Kirk’s   non stop  SEWAGE 
  apparently   didn’t cross that legal threshold, so it’s   some  how shielded.

Meanwhile, when Kimmel drops one pointed line  like...
“hey, that shooter looks like one of yours”
suddenly the  full  trump  hammer drops.

That’s not about protecting decency.
That’s about selective enforcement.

Here’s the hypocrisy in plain language: Jimmy Kimmel: makes a single satirical jab pointing out an uncomfortable political truth, and suddenly affiliates yank his show

Disney  cowards capitulate.   and suspends him,
FCC chair   threatens  at regulatory action.

That’s not “free speech vs. consequences.”
That’s government- demanded Trump  protection  

vindictive  suppression,
because the punishment only flows one direction:
against criticism of power

. The First Amendment is supposed to protect
both
Kirk’s hate filled inane  religious fueled Christo-fascist  bile
and 
Kimmel’s mild mannered  and accurate  satire.

But what you’re seeing in practice is the government and corporate media conglomerates selectively shielding one side while punishing the other.

That’s why the Supreme Court’s Vullo ruling matters so much: it’s exactly the kind of unequal, government-pressured suppression the Court just said is
unconstitutional.
These are important issues,
but no politicians are allowed to even address any issues
because of the constant nonstop Trump circus.
No one can even focus
or understand because he's continually doing. It
one. Thing that is even more stupid than the last.

The important issue
already occurred

and that was when a vote approved the so-called right of a corporation to donate or support and fund a candidate with unlimited resources.
And the American people just let that slide like nothing was even happening.
What that means is that any grassroots decent human being trying to run against the corporate sponsored, dictator approved puppet has absolutely no chance of winning that office

because, as the presidency of the United States just showed us, money. 
 Can buy  any position.
  Even for a
******. 
 He  *****  E  Jean  Carroll
   and a *******.
Repeated trips to Epstein's island.
Repeated flight logs from the ****** Express.
no notes  needed its all there.
VD Sep 23
Recorded my goodbye
a whole month ago.
I dropped that heavy word
but now, I just don't know.

Because if I had ****d you,
Wouldn't I have fought?
Wouldn't I have bitten back,
Against the end you wrought?

And if I had ****d you,
Wouldn't I have tried?
To swallow your friendship,
Even knowing that you lied?

These questions seize me,
And rattle my spine.
Brand me ashamed,
As though I crossed a line.

And then it floods back:
My certainty, my rage;
That howl of grief...

If this was not ****, nothing is.
Wanted to try something a little more interactive, but not sure if it works. Lmk!
Sleek Sep 23
Hate is never describes as pretty
Never looked at like a blooming flower
Sprouting life into the ground
Bringing fresh air into the sky
For the wind to carry high

Hate is never described as a butterfly
Every flap of flight signed by grace and beauty with a ballpoint pen
Every color a screenshot of pure emotion
Every movement architected to perfection modeling God’s holy touch

Hate is always described as
Ocean waves washing you down to deeper waters until your dying in the very thing you need to live
Or thorns and weeds growing in a garden, attacking every plant like they are thoughts in my mind
Or fire spreading and growing and burning everything it touches, flames licking at my body till I’m ash
Hate is always described as poisonous, cruel, evil,
Because that is the way it makes you feel
Hate is really a sculpture
Every line shows something new
Every curve a double meaning
Every smile hiding something cold
Every eye revealing something untold
Hate is the sculpture and the sculptor
Mastermind of its own masterpiece

no one sees the flower in the fire that burns in my soul
No one sees the roots in the deep wading water threatening to take hold

If hate was a fire, we wouldn’t allow it to control

Hate blooms and blossoms into our life slowly
It starts as a fleeting thought
Planting roots in your mind
Then your questions becomes answers
A system stems and builds leaves of loathing that infiltrates your heart
The despise desperately develops in the depths below my diaphragm
And a flower of hate blooms from a beating heart I don’t even want beating anymore

Hatred is a flower.

It blooms it doesn’t seize
It grows roots so deep
Twisting and turning around every *****, every emotion, every thought
Until it’s impossible to **** it without killing yourself

Hatred is a flower and it makes you into soil
Decaying in despise and detest of love
Until body deflates in the darkness of your soul
-S.L.K.
August 13th. It rained
And I thought of you
And it make my stomach sick
For the first time
I didn’t want to be reminded of you
If in a world of hate, there's love,
Then I shall never rest,
For every breath I take, I fall,
Wishing for a chance.

In the city of the dead,
My brain is heavy in my head,
For all the souls that followed me,
Into a trap I had to set.

Maybe in another world,
The souls would never die,
But in this place of blood and hate,
All these demons cry.
I believe that everything, and nothing, has reason. Without that, why care?
I live in a state of paranoia, the shame follows me like a plague.

Memories flood my brain like horrific hurricanes.

I wonder what they speak about before they sleep?

I wonder what is said through walls as mumble words softly bellow into my place of rest.

But yet, it is silence that keeps me awake, my brain likes to form the words for me.

“They will speak to you in the morning”

My mind laughs as my heart beats so hard that I feel it almost jump out of my chest.

Stomach in a knot, I’m constantly filled with dread.

Maybe it would be better if I was dead.
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