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Jia Ming Feb 2023
The scents of Illness fade again
As godly Schedules run—
Her victor's Streak will be obtained
To blaspheme selfly Funds—

Then She awaits the planning shared
Immutably discreet—
For only apt the Mammal pair
When Intellectually—
Jia Ming Feb 2023
ايسوق لوسا، لاکو يڠ سام،
کلمارين جوݢ برمالس-مالس.
باݢايمان اکن برسام،
کالاو کامو تيدق ممبالس...
Jia Ming Feb 2023
In my heart I am grateful for something,
and that something is antibiotics.
I have seen how it saves human beings
in the form of a lollipop lick!

I have seen in its powder and pill,
there're so many formations to take.
You can swallow or crush, even chill—
to be snuck in a popsicle cake!

But the but for our butts to be butted,
is called Antimicrobial Resistance.
It occurs when bacteria get superly bugged
whence it's late for any sort of industrial remittance...
Jia Ming Feb 2023
If I were Irresponsible
I would Hallucinate—
To Dream for months if possible
and put away the Wait.

The many Persons doing hence
With Magic little screens—
Have thrown away to Consequence
their smallish sombre Scenes.
Jia Ming Feb 2023
"*** stop hoeing"

"I have,
       but my illness has faded,
                so i'll do other things,
like...

There's marriage and there's work to do,
there's plenty hobbies too!
There's studying, playing, writing, food!
And don't forget to ****!

I like to browse the Internet,
and check up on a friend.
To take a walk, or better yet,
to bulk-up, self-defend!

And reading etymology,
and entomology!
Biology, phonology,
even cocktomology!"
  Feb 2023 Jia Ming
David P Carroll
The Apartheid State of **** Israel has no respect for International Law
They illegally bomb Syria
And Iran whenever they feel like it and the EU and America says nothing Now they destroy medical supplies for the suffering people of Syria and the EU and America says nothing.
American Government said last night Palestine is vanishing of the map.
  Feb 2023 Jia Ming
Edmund black
Lately I  feel like this place
has become a house
that people has left
a long time ago,
with a lot of sun fading moments
and timeless spells
Where I hear people scribbles
Seemingly like ghosts
from a place I could never reached
Lately I find myself
fighting this game
of hope and catch me if you can
From a place
of fathomless longing
dreaming of words
as they whisper in my ear
to find my way back home,
towards the lingering light
that will otherwise
soon be a memory
among what feels
like a broken house.
Lately I feel like
there’s still a few words left whispering in my head
To keep speaking my story
where our golden light
engraves the secrets of our being upon this broken canvas
No matter what !!!
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