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My hands are there
just like an instrument
in need,
to feed
to embrace
to **** out your space
And so do people
as they like
to disguise themselves
unlikely greedy
to feed the world
with love of none
to scare the others
who are finding them
dumb

And what a frightenance
to seek a skeleton
like wind blows
imence
in a greater atmosphere
of the 8th sky over divine.
Unlost.

Halle lujah , who will praise
who will try to seek their own
way.

As sparrows eat the seed
and narrows finding their ****

The babys still can grow
the world needs more to show
and when you are there
you hope and find later  what was worth
was an ego of  longings
to enter the harder ship
were humans are contaminous
into sensitive.
fragical,
Just gaze, what is there
and the beauty appears
rehealing the one and beauty
of Gods,
were humans still can
that little
feel.
and powers reheal
your hands ,
and you Breath.
Zac Walter Jul 2017
Inhale Exhale
I die along the way
Take a pill, it'll all be okay
Refill my cup
Reheal my heart
It used to be in pain
Only place is up... From here
I thought I was insane
But it's just a part of life
And the silly games she plays
Sometimes I lie awake
With drugs in my system
Thinking about the next day
I'm not sure if I even listen
Society seems to be missin
Something it needs to say
Trying to find the right words
I'll lie awake, searching for the meaning of this place. This earth
I inhabit, this place that gave birth to us
Still stuck in philosophical queries that must explain our values and trusts
Our virtues that must be hurried into action,
A time of peace,
token to those such
known to be a disciples or much more

Gods and Goddesses inhabit the world around us, that ground us to the core.
Concrete streets and light rails fill us with more than we ever needed
Just heavenly beats and hiking trails
But not everyone can understand what I'm seeing so what being is to being me is a different trip than our believing in God
Or another facade dedicated to something old.
I think humanity will fold unless we be who we are.
One life told over a Millenia
Once sold but now sowed into the Earth in rest or life
In death or revived

Its time for us to get along
Stop bombing each other
Talk it out and be one
Like we have always done
But on a world scale that
agrees and prevails to expand
Us into a world
in our world
We didn't realize we could cure and heal
Marshal Gebbie Jun 2023
Insidiously creeping through man as mist
Infecting, with, occasional, mortality's twist,
Unceremoniously spread around the world
A dire inconvenience, so darkly unfurled.
Cost to production to Covid's disdain,
The cost to humanity cited in pain.

Tho hark deep in bowels of offal's speak
Malignants dwell, where few do seek,
Malignants which through eons past
Deigned not to regale man's repast.
Deigned not to seek to penetrate
Until this moment's hint of hate.

But reality strikes just round the bend
Lurks deadly that, which portends... end.
A virus unknown, so lethal to man,
That it's virulence cast will infect all it can.
Anticipate death on a planetary scale
Where half will fall to expire in it's flail.

50% a conservative guess
And rabidly spread in it's virulent quest...
And fast, from pole to pole in a week
Leaving ravaged remnants staring and weak.
Leaving whole populations reeling in shock
Now frantically bulldozing millions en block.

New, this world, with it's paucity's few
Where grief and ignorance combine to hew
A continuity, new to man,
Where expertise is a rarity planned,
Where humanity, left, strives to reheal it's goal
On a planet that, now, can support what they stole.

M@Foxglove.Taranaki.NZ
20 June 2023
Somewhere out there, in the festooned, guano filled, bat caverns of the wild or the secretive, filthy live beast cages in the street markets of Wuhan...the ancient microbes lie in wait....Waiting for the key.. the circumstance which will augment their release to fulfill their archaic and inevitable dire prophecy.
Be warned!

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