Truth is a universal law
It is indivisible, is one with everything
Cannot be drawn to the side of the night
Not denied and twisted by dark forces
Even if these forces give their utmost
It has an indelible ink
Immortalises itself beyond space and time
DidiArtist, 02.03.2022
To invade peaceful countries with superior force
Waging a brutal war based on lies
To turn weapons against children and women
To traumatise and kill children, women and ordinary people.
To make millions of people homeless
To insult innocent people as neo-Nazis
Only to disguise the lust for war, power and murder
To set in motion and maintain the war machinery
To incite and encourage one’s own people to war
To sow hatred, enmity and the will to kill
By calling the invaded country the aggressor
As so-called security measures for their own country
To justify reasons for their outrages
How many of their people fall victim to these lies?
They are victims of a large-scale fake propaganda
Without really knowing the truth
Ignorantly supporting this brutal government
The aggressor is not the invaded country
It is the warring country, its leadership
That is the aggressor itself
It is a…
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Born fragile
Not able to walk
The head broke first
A small piece fell off
It didn’t matter
They glued it back on
a chip on the shoulder
Came loose later
You can’t see it
It’s hidden underneath
A layer of clothes
The perfect disguise
More scratches
More scars and scrapes
Broken pieces
Missing parts
Fragile I am not
A symbol of strength I am
And Beautiful
Born a male provider, my shoulders shaped wider than my cousin's, though we'd both cry like all boy and girl tykes always do in their childhood days, but 'twasn't just a phase for me - romantic comedies, movies 'bout loyalty and love... soul still flutters like doves' wings soaring high above soft morn; tears, no matter men's scorn…
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Is there a hell
an afterlife of suffering
retribution to those
who fee on others?
Or perhaps there is
a system of karma
where one pays for
past sins in another life
or even in this one.
Life could be a crapshoot
what you see is what you get
then you are no more.
Somehow, not of the options
satisfy, yet what would
we prefer?
Do we make our own reality
built in layers of imagination
or does the seed sprout, grow
then is consumed
by life like an apple
from the tree?
Tell me I’m special
wonderful
amazing
feed the need
for approval
another fix until
I crave again
willing to give up
my soul
piece by piece
“approval junkie”
to the end
where “I” disappear
and become totally
what you want
me to be.
A bad habit
becomes a friend.
We hang on to it
not able to let it go.
Slowly it becomes
who we are.
Tough nut to crack
sweet meat inside
life seems like this
so hard on the outside
that few look inside
thus never savor
the goodness within
stop pining
she doesn’t even notice
you aren’t her type
she’s ignoring you
as a subtle hint
to move on
it’s the kindest way
to spare you your feelings
take the hint
that it’s never going to happen
letting go
is best for everyone
© 2022 Jason A. Muckley
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Feathers Touch
Feathers soft touch
Goose bumps rise
Tease me such
Cause erotic sighs
©Chris Chonos
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