#oneworld
what is our purpose, if not to help,
why do we say these things, when they're not felt,
so focused on our next big break,
we've forgotten everyone it takes.
not meant to sit alone, meant to stand & test,
for those who refuse, for those who can't,
our helping hands only help so much,
set up against social norms & Picassos,
left to bludgeon, burgeon & bargain,
still only to be second best,
what Einstein life is this,
not one we lose to win.
Apr 27, 2025
Apr 27, 2025 at 4:09 PM UTC
For I found everything I needed
here in a world surrounded be me too.
Jan 18, 2024
Jan 18, 2024 at 12:33 PM UTC
Someone burns their vision of the world
In Western leaves some factory somewhere curled
And leaves the stump to burn upon the green
Where ducks and frogs make their domain,
And drops the package, too, still cellophaned,
Venom for the worms, a note to the society who brained
You - I see your disaffection's ribbon in the grass
And know I feel it, too, and yet, alas,
By all the powers that be, I know,
That I must be the change I want to show.
Apr 16, 2023
Apr 16, 2023 at 2:23 PM UTC
On the news
the language on the vehicles changed
from the ignored alphabets
to those we sort of got:
to ambulanza
then l’ambulance
to ambulance
to ambiwlans
to carbad-eiridinn
to otharcharr
to ours
Apr 8, 2021
Apr 8, 2021 at 5:21 PM UTC
There are two types of people in the world.
People who don’t have enough shoes
and people who…
There is one type of people in the world.
People who don’t have enough shoes.
The poorest people dream
of one pair of shoes-
a right and a left,
a pride to possess.
The not-so-poor-people dream
of two pair of shoes –
one pair for casual,
one pair for dress.
The not-so-poor-
but-not-so-rich people dream
of four pair of shoes-
one black and one brown,
one to walk and one for play.
The not-rich-but-better-off-
than-the-not-poor people dream
of multiple matching shoes-
one for each outfit,
a new pair each day.
The richest people dream
of endless lots of shoes-
two for every outfit
winter, spring, summer and fall,
some that match their pets
and some match nothing at all.
Yes, there is one kind of people in the world.
The kind who love shoes,
and that makes us the same
black, white, yellow or blue.
So, let’s love all people,
people with shoes.
And give shoes to the shoeless
so they can be loved, too.
Sep 17, 2017
Sep 17, 2017 at 10:45 AM UTC
I am broken
heart and will
the world is broken
festering and ill
its systems broken
pillage and ****
careening out of control
or standing still
from every side the scream
answers mine, loud and shrill
I choke on tears that stream
trying to swallow each bitter pill
Apr 5, 2017
Apr 5, 2017 at 2:45 PM UTC
The unstated part of the One-Party State:
non-compliant masses to liquidate.
Religions and tribes unwelcome to stay,
undesirable dissidents in the way;
when humans are resources—nothing more
selective reduction must even the score.
It’s a soft dictatorship: One-Party Lite
while global nimrods suppress the right
to our freedom of thought, word, deed, and speech;
our freedom to overthrow and impeach.
Stay late as you please. The party goes on
in the United Nations of Babylon.
Apr 3, 2017
Apr 3, 2017 at 8:01 AM UTC
My voice cannot be silenced,
for eons I've been dark,
a fire brought me the poet,
life held,
within a spark,
I've waited in the mountains,
I've drifted in the cloud,
I've divided with the river,
and my voice is pretty loud,
I am the mighty maple,
& I am the tallest cedar,
I've walked among the peoples,
I've stepped out with every leader,
I've soared above with eagle,
I've flown with every flag,
I've died with every soldier,
I came back in every bag,
I am the mighty heavens,
I am the rivers, lakes and streams,
I am in all you ever realize,
I am the wish in every dream,
I am a big ol' waxing moon,
I am in a starlit sky,
I am in every flower bud,
I am the thread in every eye,
I am in every sweet hello,
I'm in every sad goodbye,
I am the from bravest people,
& I am the fearsest one,
I am a savage warrior,
I am the shining sun,
I burn in every fire hot,
as I rage an angry fist,
for those who do not know,
why not?
this life a precious gift,
I've walked a million miles,
been on the valley floor,
I've climbed the highest summit,
& in the depths of hell before,
I've swam the biggest ocean wide,
I swam back to love on shore,
I always share in all I have,
I receive the humble poor,
I'll help with any needs you ask,
with an ever open door,
I ask not that you must like me,
or agree with all I say,
I say respect who is the person first,
I say respect the only way,
I fold my hands to hope that you,
you hear these words I pray,
I pray you show all loving kindness,
stop ignorance and human blindness,
I am me,
I am you,
I am us,
we... are all really the same.
Ma Cherie © 2017
Jan 27, 2017
Jan 27, 2017 at 9:14 PM UTC
Emptiness created by persistent fear,
The mellow heart of little emotional sheer,
Listen to me the brain said,
But the heart was mad,
About that one touch,
The magic touch of sacred hands,
It was difficult to decide,
Who will win the war of existence,
The fear or the love of gradience,
But if it still causes mayhem in oneself,
Then it cant be termed as intelligent radiance,
I became graved once again,
All I have lost yet found everything once again,
The mind told the starbirds,
Be back the home is not far nerds
Jan 27, 2017
Jan 27, 2017 at 5:37 PM UTC
Poetry ought to do things right
and document reality
but modern muses lose the fight
celebrating diversity.
Out-doing themselves, our leaders all
legitimize perversity.
Who gave them this satanic call
to demonize normality ?
The Washington nobility
who build a babel here on earth
display a versatility
for showing all their dubious worth.
They can't go One-World fast enough
discounting Christianity.
The matriarchy's mom is tough,
enforcing femininity...
Milk of mammalian global beast
(humanist animality)
From Nanny's withered poison breast
infects us biologically;
maintaining infantility.
Nov 25, 2016
Nov 25, 2016 at 5:08 PM UTC
Just like the wind before it was named,
we were one.
Just like the skies--whether blue, black, or gray,
we were one.
Before time was night and day,
we were one.
And before water became seas, rivers, and lakes,
we were one.
But the colors became powers,
And these differences of ours,
Named the weak and the strong,
and the right and the wrong.
When freedom became property
And feelings became tragedy,
That's when love emerged a warrior,
And time a dictator.
Long were the days when life was like the wind
And the skies, and the day and the night.
And the seas and the rivers and lakes,
One before the reconstructions of time.
Long were the days of the free,
But those days were long gone.
And with every peek of the setting sun,
I remember the time,
When we were one.
Nov 10, 2016
Nov 10, 2016 at 10:00 PM UTC
The notion of nations united
gets the globalist liberals excited.
Their party of Babel
is Nimrod's own rabble
(we're left with the Right uninvited).
Oct 21, 2016
Oct 21, 2016 at 4:13 PM UTC
Emotions,
Are feelings we have everyday,
To show others that each one of us,
Do things out of instinct.
Its that one thing that brings us closer,
As a nation,
As human beings,
To connect us all.
Sadness is so far,
From the other emotions,
Its Above the mountains,
And it grows cold.
But being loved,
That one emotion that makes us feel secure,
Like we mean something;
Special.
Jonesy 2016 © & K-mari 2016 ©
Aug 13, 2016
Aug 13, 2016 at 4:00 PM UTC
Oh I wish to be a bird,
For then there would be freedom.
I could be here or there,
And freely without borders.
Then I will not be blinded,
Flight of my will power would be untamed.
I could be flying in Srinagar,
And then in Peshawar afterwards.
Then nothing would restrict me,
Unaffected personal would be my choice.
I could be in Moscow,
And even in Washington.
Jul 23, 2016
Jul 23, 2016 at 3:20 PM UTC
You say it well in lyric time
your octaves fall to six.
The pleasant alternating rhyme:
keeps rhythm in the mix.
Your patience merits just rewards –
your port shall soon be passed.
while bureaucratic overlords
lend meaning to “less fast”.
Jun 24, 2016
Jun 24, 2016 at 5:12 PM UTC
∅⚢☢⚧☯✰⚩✿⚥∅☢⚧☯✰⚢✿⚥☠⚩☯⚧✰
Too little and of course, too late
they spend what’s left imprudently
attempting to alleviate
the love of God’s own liberty:
The world transexual one-party state.
They think it’s normal — right for all
lost in a prideful dying fall
their lions heed the sea-horse call
attempting to transgender fate;
the devil searches for a mate
his nightly Babylonian date:
the world transexual one-party state.
They’ll legislate the Lord away
(his fundie followers as well)
their hateful heaven, holy hell
shall wither up and disappear
before redemption can draw near.
Their myths no more shall obfuscate
nor dangle such celestial bait
that underwriters overrate:
the world transexual one-party state.
Their antichrist is overpriced,
the nations, globally enticed,
now glorify the deviance
in herd-like mass obedience
surrendering to expedience:
where good is bad, and bad is great
and Christ the only one to hate,
allegiances exacerbate
the world *********** one-party state.
Parties will form and parties end
but parties can no more defend
consolidation into one
than flip a switch and dark the sun;
the Caesars left this part undone
the Muslims are just having fun
with our *********** one-party state.
Bring on the night until we see
that dark means dimming by degree
two parties? Overdone by one !
So let it bleed and let it be
till One is All and all agree
that we are doomed to hesitate
when God cannot resuscitate
the late One-World *********** State.
Apr 6, 2016
Apr 6, 2016 at 6:34 PM UTC
Where the land of the hard rain
meets the people of soft souls,
No border controls.
Jan 28, 2016
Jan 28, 2016 at 8:49 AM UTC
Oh beautiful for specious lies
where Christless values reign;
for superficial battle cries
above the muted strain:
Diversity, diversity
God hides His face from thee—
and frown he should, while planethood
distracts humanity.
How sad it is when victim groups
monopolize the floor;
enabling the marginals
to agitate for more.
Diversity, diversity,
Your queer agenda rules—
with Balkanizing tendencies
imposed on witless tools.
Degenerate in decadence
the ailing eagle flies;
in spirals of irrelevance
through clouded toxic skies…
Diversity, diversity
the Left defines your terms;
the weakened body politic
grows sicker as it squirms.
Oh Lord we need a miracle
before the patient fails;
celestial intervention please
to purge us of what ails.
Diversity, diversity
We shall not overcome—
Unless the Lord reveal His word
twixt here and Kingdom Come…
Sep 17, 2015
Sep 17, 2015 at 8:41 PM UTC