This is how my journey started. From death comes renewal. This is my story, told in parables of existential connections. Enjoy.
If I had one word for the masses... It's that one word that those dismiss The winding clock of hope grinds down to An irrelevant factor in existential reality
The increase in basic knowledge Drives them more to overshadow her? In the highlights of handle, they'll rip apart The empty hearts of humanism.
The increase of vicious socialist undertones Coining the horrible conclusion. That there is a much-needed examination On the true meaning of everything
Healing the body is one thing. Also, that act. Acting by yourself is not enough. Yelling by yourself is not enough. In the darkest time of our existence, Comes the surge of power from humanity.
Dreams are portals of what we are in another world. Connections transcend through the universe by etheric flow. Travel is unrestricted, so the possibilities are endless. A journey that entails your theta energy waves to explore the boundless worlds beyond this one. Orgasmic, action-packed, truly immersive shifts to calm the mind and empower the spirit.
Oh, and it's free.☺
A call...from beyond the astral channel Urgency, for the calamity is near Will I stay or will I move on? I made my decision, and face the enemy. Pain will strike me, but it will not end me. My strength is fed with love and nature. Time to awaken.
Retching sounds echo throughout the party room. Dizziness and pain morphed into a deep plunge of sharp, acute spasms and cardiac disruption. Cannot move without pain...weakness building... The venom is spreading without any blockage. I'm...dying? The human body can do one of two things... Heal you or become your worst enemy.
There are times that I ask myself would life have been better if I wasn't disabled? Maybe. When I first became afflicted by these abuses, I wondered if I should have given in... Then, I realized that I survived for a purpose. Something I won't take for granted. For every life that is afflicted, rises a warrior.
I sleep when I sleep when I sleep When I do, it doesn't matter how much I do When I close my eyes, I don't feel tired. It's like my brain goes on hibernate but still go through updates. When I'm done uploading all the software to my mind, I boot up my system and begin the day. At night, the time comes to go into hibernate once again. Sleep is deferred for the reason of elevation.
To be liberated in the realm of higher consciousness is fucking amazing.
Chorus- Don't meet me at the front door Thinking that ya getting what ya came for Making me sick to the damn core Showing off for the overlords So meet me on the rap floor Cuz I don't f*** with you anymore Ok, you a vision, but you not for Our people, you don't make the decisions
These people don't believe in me And I know it now, they won't set me free It's not about who I am They trying to take me out for What I am, Cuz I'm the-x2
Verse 1- Loving wife, caring sister Despite the fact it feels like My body's covered in blisters Ok, I think I didn't say it enough Think I forgot when you abandoned Us, when shit got rough No, I just switched up my position When I found that they are shitting On the constitution, declaration little field mouse, part of their Operations, to make the biggest heist And leave us on a bare plantation And push the harshest mandates, segregation And the ones who know better, about to lose their patience, not complacent in this end of days So we about to set it off, so get out of our way I'm the- *Chorus*
Verse 2- Bitch who destroys the narratives every day Because the legislation undermining us, foolish haze, and the lies that they tell, camera all up in they face, so they break into ya home and force their way, and the fucking Karens stuck in their entitled phase, and the half-ass activists, getting paid To cause destruction and division, with a happy face Until we're all trapped forever, locked in a mental cage, I'm the- *Chorus*
Climax- To make the heartbeat of humanity fade They have made it their mission to make things shake Foundation of our ancestral fathers, is crumbling under us, but we've gone farther Away, from the righteous faith, just make an excuse to listen to this rage and hate And when the times comes, when everything's gone, I'll be on the cosmic road, taking a bong, singing- *Chorus until end*
V.1-You must have brainrot But that's ok, you gave it your all To keep fucking with me You got big balls, until I rip out ya Scrotum, throw it on your plate Time you learned a little lesson Pick the fucking wrong place I feel the beast in me rising, but I feel like I'm dying Just about fed up, with little bitches lying Acting like you da shit, but all you got is a clit You about to find that I'm the one with that big dick Just left me to the wolves, hoped they devour me But with this bullshit you pulled, you just set me free To unleash the fire and the rage, you just refuse to let me be Rip out your motherfucking gut and consume the meat!
Chorus-A feast is coming You just had to be That little fuck That up and set me free The feast is coming I'm feeling hungry You must be dumb Unleashed the demon in me! A feast is coming Better start running The feast is coming Got my blood boiling My feast is coming The hunger in me Must be tamed Time to devour some sheep!
Oh, the tearing of the flesh It'll be music to my ears Just to see you writhe and squirm I'll just be crying joyful tears Watching you gurgle, struggle just to breathe And I'll smile real big, and laugh with maniacal need Imagining someone that creeps up in ya house Slice up your security, just taking them out Fuck ya clout, feeling all rough and tough Until your victim makes their way into your bedroom, drug you, tie you up and fucking rips your dick off, watch you cry and scream, watch the life drain from your face, pull out a nice strap, force fuck you in your place! See, this is just a little purge for me, but I hope this fucking nightmare makes you lose your sleep!!
Note: Just releasing some tension from the people messing with me. It's just a rage vent. Sometimes, humanity tends to screw itself. Love you all.
A virus has been around for a very long time The premise of the virus is very noticeable The damage left behind is too much to bear
A national emergency address is needed But, who will listen these days? Better than to try than to just do nothing So, here it goes, so know you'll know
My fellow citizens of the world, heed my words Every man, woman, boy, girl, doctor, teacher, scientist, activist, artist, creator, designer, poet, writer, journalist, author
No, I didn't include CEOs or politicians No, I didn't include lucrative law firms or investment groups Because this message is not for them It's for you
Yes, there IS a virus, a deadly one One that can keep killing long after Aggressive treatment, and intensive therapy It doesn't matter to the ones who don't struggle This is for YOU to heed, because you are still being weak
Fear is the complication, death is the end result The symptoms are very easy to recognize From a distance, it's just as described To the building of enrage and engage And the half-smiles that they wear while you're in a cage
Loss of property, loss of health, loss of being able to manage your own wealth Reduced life spans, limited goals Oh, if you don't bow, you'll have nowhere to go Loss of choice, loss of voice Certainly your life is VOID A rising dictatorship If you want to live with basic needs, better shut up, button ya lip Can't walk without being masked or jabbed And if you get out of line, you get nabbed By the CDC police, armed medical military You think they give a damn about your freedom? That's contrary
Think of yourself like a canary Can't even live without being someone's Delicacy And the mauling of the universal law So they hold you hostage, until all you can do is crawl Yeah, that's what you fought for, what you cried for For the system to have the right to go door to door To see who doesn't fit in their world anymore.
Combining efforts are a beautiful gesture For the way to save our democracy is through Collaborating with similar voices and groups
But, what's the real issue with collaboration? The way it presents itself to us, the focus groups, the forums that only serve the needs of the ones running it
The folly that stems from this illusion is The voices of reasons are just voices The action betrays the focus, betrays the mission, betrays the vision
How many times have we heard that The needs of the people are being addressed? The only thing I see through these eyes Is the collapse of society and undue stress
Don't get me wrong, I love teamwork I love the surrounding support of gravedigging through massive oversight and overreach The people just falling apart, the future looking bleak
YEAH!! I like the fact that the basic needs of humanity are being commodified into luxuries that only the elite can have and I just LOVE the fact that we are too damn ignorant to see what is happening to our overall communities.
The collaboration between the media, the government, and the corporations are well- planned but when it comes to OUR collaboration We have a poor attention span, being distracted by the new ps 5, our the rampant discounts telling us to buy till we die!
And with all the hell being brought down On us, we still bitch and fight and fuss We still wreck each other’s lives, whether it Be screwing over tenants that ain't done you wrong Or a bunch of irresponsible tenants stringing landlords along The delicious turmoil makes them quiver at the lips Their old dicks getting hard, their dried-out clit beginning to twitch Watching the masses freak out, throw fits Change the channel, I'm tired of watching the same shit That weak-minded drones that recite tyrannical laws, without taking the time to examine its flaws Yes, collaboration can mean good when it's done But you better make sure it works for everyone!
I want her back, I'll do anything Looking at her still face, remembering her Expressions, how she grinned, how she frowned And always kissed me when I was down
How could they do this to her, why the hell didn't they listen? As I think of our last night together My eyes start to glisten
Reaching out, to touch her cold body Remembering her warmth, her touch She's like a statue, a beautiful figure Immortalized like a goddess
Her lips are still soft My finger runs along her chest Why, why did you go, sweetie? Was it because of me?
I want her back, I'll risk everything The marks are in place, please I want her to move her face Make her whole again, make her live I'll do whatever it takes to get her to Forgive
The reports are burned The samples destroyed Because of what I've done Medical places I avoid
She came back, but she wasn't the same I wanted her back, but her eyes are full of pain She kisses the same, she smiles so sweet I wanted her back, but there's no heartbeat She eats the same, there is no blame So why do I, feel much shame
I got her back, but this time for sure If I lose her again I won't be able to anymore
The blue skys, the rolling clouds Drift along the clearing of flowing rivers And empty places, empty faces, empty spaces
Sunlight illuminates the dark tombs In the dank hallways of torture, of cursed legislation undermining the needs of, the pleads of the populace
A child, covered in bruises Smiles above the vicious abuses The old man, dispossessed Will greet you with a positive Address
A winding road of trash and piles of Broken homes and spirits, litter the Streets, the ignorance of blind sheep Smiles while the lost weep
A woman, who is dying a slow Agonizing death through life Finds the time to smile In times of hate, In times of strife Waking up to the illness inside her She greets the world with love Even as every part of her hurts
Learn from this observation Even animals can smile When abused and used For experimentation
The dripping pipes, which leak wet stench of shit, blood, and piss The hard floor, where they rest their head Dreaming while awake, of comforts they miss Wishing for the long-awaited sleep of death Of every protection that should have been made To prevent the vulnerable, that have begun to fade Too many walls to climb, the dream of affordable housing, sublime Effortlessly crushing the only rope they had to hang on to Still leaving tenants and landlords to make due The heart of humanity has been ripped out Blood still dripping from the vessel spout No way to win, many ways to be put out The way they played it in the dark of halls Was to rig the independent rental market to fall To make it hell to find a piece of heaven By selling your body, your soul Making you feel like there's no more hope to hold Take it up the ass to remain housed and safe Or fight back, call it universal rape Having the big dick of government insinuating Jammed down our throats, borderline suffocating To make the masses into a futile group of clashes The guts of our rights being ripped open by communist gashes Our back being whipped by tyrannical lashes The chains getting harder to remove, make you want to cut ya throat, let it drain away the anger, the anguish, the pain For as long as we live, we will suffer with great need To die, is to be free Though in the ground, your soul is now Unbound
@miraquill ❤you sure? POD (1) i can't put in words what it means to me seriously i don't even know if its worthy enough for pod you made my year forsure. I M GRATEFUL & I LOVE YOU❤ seriously this was unexpected it means whole lot to this kiddo :) *happy tears* Since this post gonna be forever one for me how can i not mention my dear ones you all are more happy than me i know. Sanam dii, purva dii, reetika di, bidya di ,rani di ,moonie, amruta dii, rajeev bhaiya, mona di ❤finallyyyyy you all know right Aqsa, mariya, buttery, sumii ,rimi, bhavya, shobhana, rizwan, mark, ❤✨i m thankful really.. Take my dil Thank you all
Thanku wn for repost (7) much grateful ✋❤ Thank you for EC (15) ❤ ily team #wnmeetssuro#mirakeemeetssuro _____________________________________________
Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet -Plato ❤
The Hour Hand struck 9pm The Ink Devoured The Virgin Hues Of The Skies Inhaling The Twirling Fumes Of Grey Behind Which Lay The Hidden Shining Dotted Figures(stars)~
The Tandoor's On Fire The Men Clinging Glasses To The Air Celebrating The Hourglass Layout Of The XX Sapiens While The Left Pieces Of Bread Crumbs Remain On The Table Untouched To Feed The Abdomens Of Stray Dogs~
Bleached White, Rusted Red And Pale Viridian Lighten The Entire City More Than The Igniting Sun Of Yellow Hues Still Every Time I reach Home I am served with a bowl Of Poisonless But Bitter Cyanide And Some Meat Loafs Of Melancholy Garnished With Some Elements Of Sadness~
Do Sapiens Uniting Behind Closed Curtains Interests You More Than Knowing How The Universe United With The Atoms To Produce Galaxies? Time passes The Canvas Rendered White And Yet Again Filled With New Shades But will HUMANS Ever Smell Cactuses Instead Of Roses?~
I recall the eve Of the new millennium I could barely contain my glee How fortunate was our generation
Not many throughout history Have experienced this billow When the calendar achieves A crest of three zeros
Then shortly thereafter The war drums were beating In the wake of a disaster Politicians were conspiring
They sold us all on a lie So many willingly bought it Louder echoed the war cries After all, the intelligence was "solid"
The spoils of this particular war Were not just about rebuilding contracts Our own citizens we now monitor They call it "The Patriot Act"
Anytime my government declares This is for your own good, so adhere You've just been the victim of psychological warfare For nothing motivates like fear
I recall the morning of the new millennium I recall how a surveillance state was born The calendar swears it's 2021 But it's really just "1984"
Copyright John Solomon
Most of the rebuilding contracts for the country of Iraq after the war went to a company named Halliburton, it just happened to be a company that the vice president at the time, Dick Cheney, used to be the CEO of. I tried to explain some of these facts to a few people that always reply, "yes but he ( Saddam Hussein ) was a really bad guy Jack", they miss the entire point. Of course he was an awful murderous dictator, but the only weapons of mass destruction that were ever in Iraq at the time of the war were the ones that we brought with us to destroy a country. And now we have a camera everywhere all the time watching and recording our every move without a warrant in my country.
WHAT IS A HIJAB? // Only if you knew I was a silhouette of you//
A gift of scarf am I from the shops of Prophet. Embracing your curious head like sky over earth, stitched to you inseparably. Never rusted or dusted in the racks of almirah but shining in glitters of silk, for you keep me treasured as your mother's last memory.
The songs of innocence and your radiant smile keep the quest of love unempty. You were a five year old seed of your mother, when inquisitively you asked " what is a hijab Umi?" Her trembling fingers touched your head softly as if searching for the answer on my fabric. I whispered softly with the tunes of wind and she replied "a hat of your faith".
Oh women of all age don't condemn me and the embroidery of gulmohars in red weaved, as a hindrance to womanhood or your marches of liberty and freedom. I will be a companion from cradle to grave, a protective halo and a crown of ethereal ethics. When you will be a 'wandering lonely cloud' I will be your 'golden daffodil' 'fluttering and dancing in the breeze' Not a chain of patriarchy but a bliss of feminism am I. -Samiksha
No offence to any body Have I had more time may be I could have portrayed better. Will read to my mirakee friends amazing composition soon. See you all soon today! #concrete my first attempt of concrete, if not clear it's a hijab ( a covering scarf for head) #clothing#wod#pod@writersnetwork@mirakee