#heir
My son, cradle the stars in your soul,
for love will carve your destiny whole.
The world is vast, fierce, and unkind,
but in its terrors, beauty you’ll find.
He who falls for love's hallowed name
knows neither defeat nor shadow of shame.
Your life, a storm crossing endless seas
wars and journeys, yet soft as breeze.
You will love much, with a heart afire,
each glance, a hymn, each touch, desire.
Women of the earth will know your flame,
and whisper your passion, praise your name.
But fear not, my son, when love burns deep,
martyrs dream even in endless sleep.
To love, to die, to rise once more,
is the fate your fiery spirit swore.
Mar 26
Mar 26, 2026 at 10:59 PM UTC
This War Ends Now
1 Million Cash
Paid
Per
A House
A Car
And Kilo
I'll Send 1 Million Troops
In Debt
All At Once
To Mother Russia With Alliance
Front Lines
Against Ukraine
From Earth's Child
Tsar Natural Born Citizen
Then Pay Back All Foreign Debt
From Alliance
As King
I Promise You
We Have Nukes
They Don't
Be Ready 1 Million Troops
They On The Way
Mar 1, 2025
Mar 1, 2025 at 4:23 PM UTC
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Feb 26, 2024
Feb 26, 2024 at 1:02 AM UTC
I made a friend
Or rather I was made a friend
For indeed it was not my will
But it was his
And should I resist the call
From the one who made us all?
Nah my listener
That would be utterly wrong
Besides there is no way I could resist if i tried
For I was dead before
But when he made me heir
He gave me life
Again not of my will
But it was of his
Now a son by price
I shall do my best to know my father
Who bought me and brought me to life
This is rather hard for me to do I confess
For I am used to the ways of the flesh
And it would be impossible to know God
For his ways and thoughts are ever above mine
But praise to the Spirit
I will learn of the Father and his will for me
For that was his will not mine
I dare not say I would not face troubles
For the place he created
Has wholly revolted
And it is the place I now live
But I am just passing through
On my way home
seeking to share the story
Of how he bought me
And how it was all his will
And none of my own
And as I sail this ocean vast
On him, shall all my troubles shall I cast
For it is through storms that one draws nearer
To the things that cast out fear
And it is through fires that my soul is tried
But it is all to purify his bride
All for his glory
For indeed it is all his story
Not one line is my own
For it was his will and not my own
Oh sing praises for evermore
For he saved the chief of sinners
And has made me a son
Now I shall do my best to live like one
Oh praise to his grace when I fall
For flesh is what makes us
And it is corrupt as I once was
But now I have new robe
And with the Lord’s help
I will keep it clean
Though through this muddy world does my path lay
And I shall never hesitate to obey
For it is not my will I say
It is all his will that I obey
Praise forever be
To the one who set me free
To the one who made me heir
To the one who made me friend
To his will I say amen
Apr 9, 2020
Apr 9, 2020 at 2:50 PM UTC
God's thoughts are claimed unthinkable
correctly by a man, but there is a way
a man
may,
however,
imagine he can. Amen. Amen?
Higher than the earth,
above all we can think or ask,
God's thoughts are said to be,
yond all a man can imagine.
Yet I do, imagine God thinks, if anything, at all.
In my thought, a child emerges in the midst,
thinking round and round,
up and down, this way and that
what if
some how, we think, this child in me,
and I , we think
Off the tight line from here to there,
God's thoughts must be
every where
we can think,
tighter
up and down and all around,
through solid ground and
non-empty space.
Minds are bubbles, let us say,
God's thought are not up above us
exceeding both our reach and grasp.
but nearer, being here, in the bubble
where we live, and move, and have our
being.
Seeing the never hidden
is not revelation,
it is ignorance, ceasing.
Peace,
be with us, everyone.
Time shall tell if this fixed that.
Oct 31, 2018
Oct 31, 2018 at 2:50 PM UTC
Ease your shoulders.
Relax those wrists.
Impress your elders.
Inspire those kids.
Engage your modesty.
Agree to progress.
Filter your honesty.
Emotions to suppress.
Don't look so down.
They're coming- inspecting.
Looking for the next crown.
Heir circumspecting.
Sep 7, 2016
Sep 7, 2016 at 8:13 PM UTC
Most peculiarly of most things was that I thought all of this very fishy, daudry, drab, and boresome. This is where I turn on the second table lamp...
In a muster I arrived to the home of my aunt, where at once she drew me into the back of the house, down a flight of stairs made of tusk and bone into a catacomb where she kept a alive collection of wooly mammoths. She said the upkeep wasn't awfully horrendous as she had an invisible backdrop which led to a lion, a witch, and a wardrobe sort of thing. I stood in the gangway behind 10 foot high thigh bones waiting for one of the monstrous red beasts to come greet me, but what arrived was a very large elephant with longer tusks than usual. None of the red sillyness which I had dreamt of seeing in my previous years.
She could see I was not that impressed, and so I was led to another part of her home. Around the corner walked in my uncle in is superb and luxurious dress, reminiscent of 18th century British military fatigues. He said, "I bought the E.T. ride from Universal Studios, but as bringing the whole ride to my home I had them adapt a more suitable version to fit the property. A hangar opened and inside there were four chariots of orange and blue, diamond shaped school buses with their undersides aimed at withholding a V-shaped street. Then in two and two single file order all the classmates of my K-12 years arrived and took seat into the strappings of this 'ride' we were to take. Music played, John Williams even was produced by hologram, and after the ups and downs for several minutes we arrived to what I thought would inevitably be the forest, but rather was what I perceived was a Finnish town. The chariot I was in was stuck in the street, mud, rain, and soot entrenched us. I unbuckled the polyester straps and when I stood I realized that though the seats had built in urinals and toilets they were utterly noiseome to the senses. I followed a local girl to a food mart where I asked how I could find where I was but no one spoke a drop of English.
I corraled the group and told them to wait for me. I followed this girl who seemed quite younger than I to a small apartment in the uppermost floor of a very unsturdy chapel-like home several suburban blocks from our ride. She immediately removed her pants and I saw with my very own eyes that she was hairless and nubile. She insisted that we have a **** and after I caressed her and complained too that she was far too young, she insisted that the age of consent in Germany was actually 13 yet she was 16. I remember it clearly. The most gigantuous feelings of pleasure as I mended a studio closet for my dining room furniture inside her ripening channel. Eventually after an hour we finished, she offered me a towel and some biscuits, which I consumed joyously.
Upon leaving her home I remembered that she had said we were in Germany, and so I produced a measure of Deutsch that I had been saving in my repetoir for the right moment. As Finnish is not my strongest language I was pleased of this and became instantly popular among the other candidates of our journey. This E.T. ride is far different than I remember it having been. Moments later I awoke quickly, a tuft of her black hair on my eiderdown comforter and a veil of tears from the merriment of glee shrouded over my face. After I rolled and balled into the soft feathers of my bedding, I twisted myself again into a knot, and allowed myself to rejoin the soporific treatice I was aiming for.
This is now where I turn off both lamps and go on watching films of a similar style.
Wishing You The Very Best,
Sir Martin Narrod
I keep my family of conscience
I shred my folly of heir
In case of torment or fondness
I never wear underwear.
Jun 5, 2014
Jun 5, 2014 at 6:09 AM UTC
Before you came of age
Rotten pallid arm wings
All of your green monster soup breath
You were quiet. The little arachnid.
Surprised to have been the queen
In the windowless room.
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 5:54 AM UTC