America - for pilgrim sake and land once of 'Native' soil Allegiance pledged of conquest gained, from Earths borne spirits' bold. America, Proud America Our Earth need not be harmed When war tales are often told and blood stained flags unfold America, we Love thee - of gifted Earth bequeathed Ne'er we forget democracy and those enslaved be free America, America May Peace and Love be our Quest Of womanhood and brotherhood, from shore to ocean sea. Wherever Earth Be Shared Support Peace ! Louie Levy 07.04.2007 WW 2 Vet.
See me sad Have me glad Hear me ... not all too soon Life is here to play Love has passed our way Never will it stop unless it's hitch hiked by our hearts Backpack all our dreams 'Forget Me Not' their seeds Plant some on the way Love came by to stay Bless our hands that plant Eyes that feel to plow Cultivate with hope Tomorrows Sun will rise for our gloomy nights surprise Happily will clouds be overcast Welcoming its fruitful rain to last Blossoms will the smiley Sun reward together will lost hearts beat - love ever forward Thumbs Up, Thumbs Up, Peace with thumbs UP ! Rally up our lonesome selves be hitched with friends - all the world be of loving Elves War will end its evil sound with Loves ride upon Earth's peaceful sacred ground Not all too soon to heart pack and lease Hitch we must ride for Ever lasting Peace All together NOW ~ All together NOW ~ All together .... All aboard who's coming aboard Peace right NOW !!! Peace right NOW !!! Ride for Peace Right NOW !!! Yes, John Lennon, we hear what you are saying is, "Give Peace A Chance" Louie Levy Your 'Beat' Conductor 6:07 AM 3/28/2006 Louielevy@aol.com Comments from Louie: However created, all life on Earth be faithfully loved. Contemporary solutions for Peace are complex. Spiritually prescribed are lyric prosody in search of impassioned voices of love and empathy. Please celebrate this poem's debut here. Together, with 'Thumbs Up For Peace', We can and 'Will Voice' it to happen, 'For our All Mighty Love for it, please let it be, Now ! '
* Readers; I've just made an exciting discovery, all because I looked further into the magic of my computer screen. Who would know, being of such limited acquaintance to this evolutionary conTRAPshun. Oh yes, how it can addict to a point of becoming, back sick, sore and near cataract blind. And; yet we learn to hunt, peck and tickle the keys, stimulating some weird electronic nerve endings at our brains command. All this, being a prelude to my creating my next literary contribution adding to the legacy of what I never would have dreamed to being ;
who are you ? just as you see me - what are you called--- many by many things and by your own thing--- 'louie' why louie--- how else than for Louis why are you here--- why am I not where have you been--- nowhere I can prove why's that--- what proves anything that we're all of human--- prove that where have you been---where I can remember what have you seen--- all that I've been where are you going--- nowhere out of a circle why's that--- around and not ending what are your goals--- non to win why--- losers win for themselves how's that--- how's it different how old are you--- how new are you when were you born--- is when I was built what year--- pick one and you'll be wrong why the secret--- why need you know are we not all of an age--- not of the calendar then what--- that's the mystery that's no secret what do you wish for--- are you a Genie must I be--- yes if wishes are to be counted then you have none--- none other than for 'Love' why is that--- Love is my Genie what's Love--- what is it not when it is are you in Love--- never been out of it with whom--- with itself can it be with another--- yes when shared can Love be abused--- never please explain---Love is pure, without it is, abuse where is Peace to be found--- where Love resides where is that--- where hate is forbidden why are there wars--- when we are without Empathy and only that--- calling God 'Love' would help please explain--- few would war Loves validity should you find heaven, what would you say to 'Love' Heaven had been all ready found here on Earth. Hell is what it will become if we are not to wish for others. We are the 'Genies' able to grant for one another that which we pray for ourselves is that all there is to life---a thought to ponder- 'Within or Without, the answers are within us, Without Confusion.' ____________ Louie Levy 12/1/2004
We write the poems that - the whole world read I write words that just know their need Our faithful Sun will heal each day Children having fun out of harms way Need we change our minds with each fruitful season Love will guide ourselves without war and treason People are crying Our children are dying Our sons are suffering No longer home coming I wish to write poems that the whole world sing Brides that see Love with wedding rings Words that play and line dance in country fashion Healing all our wounds with Human Compassion People are crying Our children are dying Our sons are suffering No longer home coming Harmonize with loving empathy Help write the songs, help write the words Inspire we must write, 'A New World Melody' There can never be war when hands are weaponless and all people embrace their families with loving tenderness People are crying Our children are dying Our sons are suffering No longer , home coming Peace can't be all that very far felt , when - 'People Are People Who Care' Louie Levy WW II Veteran This offered Comraderie fund raiser Lyric is searching for a celebrity vocalist and music LouieLevy@aol.com © Copyright Louie Levy, USA All rights reserved
this figured form eye view
impregnates my spirit
captures my mind
satisfies my quest a shrouding veil of curiosity
hinting urgency, smiling defiance
oh! the tease, 'tis unbearable
to imagine, and no image revealed
only the loveliness of youth
poised with curved breast and
beckoning arm, invitingly ...
implores all hearts, my own inevitable
pray fate would not err, that
which is loves destiny
this vulnerable heart exposed,
in poetic prose, dreams
in restless repose
awaiting to be embraced
where love in darkness
awaits the morning light of "Life"
© 1999 ...louie levy
without Peace for all saddens our abused Earth, with reminders that we are all privileged tenants; all are to feel the wrath of environmental fury being invulnerably Omnipotent over what seems to be, we the feeble, less than grandeur, human life. Keep then spirit, we are that, which helps others who cannot. Hell hath no fury like Earths unpredictable, predictable, scorn. I am not of heart and joyful spirit as I look upon this new years celebration as one of selfish, assuring security I'm so very saddened and worry for us all. Life that we've been given, may not continue Bearing the ravages brought upon ourselves. Unreasonable suffering that must be mournfully accepted by all beings less deserving of. Family, friends, we support your life rescuing efforts with our love and generous aid forthcoming... Please know that we all care. ...Louie Levy 2005-20007 'Love Helps Those who Love Themselves For Giving'
Let not woes or strife nor tribulation falter in
the relation that ... ' We Are Life '
We resemble and assemble -
offsprings of generation, each of us a revelation
Composed in the universe its song of evolution
We are but 'One' verse
One of why we are gathered and
why we are not to disperse
Our cup of Love runnith over,
filled on this day, together
with children and friends our hearts joyfully play
Beseech of the spirit, give credence to thought
In Love we have gathered,
with Love we are sought and;
from within are hearts-spiritually close
.
We, are all Family
...Louie Levy 2007
Ca, USA
Toasting;
Thanksgiving, loving days
1998 - Forever
I will Love you still when my Heart you cannot fill Autumn leaves, leaves of Love Blossoms, fragrant flowers, Pure Heart - White Dove Wintry winds ... eerie sounds ... Clouds drifting , Sunless Sky Trees as my Heart, barren of leaves Summer awaits, Love sleeps Shine bright Sun ! Cloudless Sky Awaken ! 'Spring' of Love Awaken our Hearts to Blossom Leaves, as our Spirits Re-birth Blossoms' immortal fragrance Breath of Life, my Heart to fill I will Love You, Still ... 1990 Louie Levy For Gloria
is to find him in some hidden cavern, wall sculptured of dazzling aberrations.
None of which, he will confess to being preposterous and, or of downside up
appearance, never having to bat an eye, nor the impersonation of other
than his own impropriety.
His having no qualms about uncensored literate perversion, the following poem
has resulted in his responding to experiencing various immortal effects.
Combustibly brought upon by the notorious human male hormone. Further
compelling to fantasy , test drive. Energy concern and in compliance with
heart saving need limits.
What with jeans now shelved in various Butt Gloved sizes and; teasingly,
low cut, pull me down, hip snuggers are reaching daring depths for the
emotionally fathomable. Concerns of those who dare estimate the styles
effect; and the recurrence of the babe wetting boomed era?
Prophylactic stylists are under way...Just off the draft boards; approving
are supportive parents, in denial of their own youthful promiscuity agree
to large wide gem decorated hip belts be umbilical coverings and fancy
laced blouses reaching far beyond the view of insatiable, belly peeping,
dirty young men eyes. Oldsters, have long since not been on their favorable
mating list. Once, vulnerably drawn to view the mid-waist frontal to the
bun-some rear cleavage...Youths virile voices restrained, now inwardly shout,
'Unfair, allow nature to take its own love seeking course!'
'Thongsters' of the 21st century.
Herewith, this bard of literate viewing audience
applaud your defiance of ancient inhibition.
Dedicatedly;
Party Time Favors
Where Dudes and Thongsters
play their clues and pleasure up to
what will get them down to the
spurring madness of sexual drive
Focused pupils
directive thoughts
along the twin breasted canyon
to the forlorne umbilical
Womb felt passionately,
its plea for fertility
The dance has
just begun ...
© 2004 ...louie levy
This turned our to be what it is. It took some hours and personal insight. The poem was first written as part of some fore playing fantasy. Having to reflect what almost every female teasing has done for the sleepy male libido. Hmm, could there be a message for what's been hampering the committed, monogamous male performing art show ? Consider all this rhetoric, and an exploratory voyage unto an uninhibited realm of creative composure. Strictly, metaphoric and un-indulging. My theme may be expressed for peace but; I intend to bring it to date, w' stories that bring about immortal feelings left forebode, to waste.
has been the result of todays plan where
the events of yesterdays
greed continue to prey upon Peace,
Happiness and Immortal Love
Human emotions will change or create,
distract and attract, given
the power to map for freedom or
wasted paths to enslaved doom.
Lifes survival - the inherent behavioral
course of all specie. Prejudice, cultural clash,
festering from within, without empathy and
decency of moral doctrine. Such, will humans be
fated to either perpetuate or terminate lifes survival
on saddened, abused, retaliated weathered Earth.
The future will continue within its own plan and
none will edit its course without reaction.
Prophet preaching will lead to disasters, motivated
predictions of all wars and their eventual environmental
destruction and human annihilation. Less the aggressive
biological human male specie position for peace and
negotiation, brethren will ne'er be victorious, while
possessing the evil contaminate of human enslaving.
Thieving, Earth conquest and false condoning scripture
Today, all peace loving youth must save themselves
from the warring plans of their fore-fathers and together
unite loving hearts that breathe of empathy and
goodwill among Earths family of evolved life.
Only then will they mentor the antidote for the inhuman errors
of the past, and have the future nourish their planet as it
was birthed and not plagued with
historical hate and mal led by all militant,
evil and ignorant politicals.
'Love, eternally created,
th' common denominator
for all fractions, celestially
calculated for Peace'
...Louie Levy
(c) 1/24/2006
A human-Birds eye view of Peace Natural sciences of growth Nature and possibly, contemporary - Poetic literary Salvation .... Chartering discourse, being briefed with miniscule definition, what with of the universe theorized to be and not, nor anywhere possibly observed by the masters of Earthly science and or, of astronomical dreamers. Lay-person's opinion, night-marish of reality, fantasies of the here, now, after, and all the while Earth being in near total chaos, pending life's Armageddon and extinction. Count drowning for inner exploration, surf rocketing to the moon Mans' out flown birds space view will have their curiosity diminish existence by the mere numbers of human - 'Actions to Earths Reactions' Man, their subservient woMan, preached religious sermon in control of Earths gullible guilt ridden family of massed brethren clergy Computed with infinitesimal circuited robotic response, feebly evolved to cognitively configure some phantom operational program yet to be 'Good Willingly' written for Love and Peace ... All the while; Wasting are questioned solutions for Peace and not War Wasting are un reincarnated lives loved and treasured Wasting are political leaders feebly depleting of negotiations Wasting are immortal virtues for Love and empathy Devastating are 'Mans' inherent obligation to youth to survive and protect their family tree of ever rooting souls. Intelligent braggarts falling prey to ignorance, lacking in the realization that human submission be not with self annihilation, pityingly, of their own wasteful coffined internment. The physics of what 'Matters' are most naively simple to define; Life may calculate as a single atom losing velocity within its own imploding nucleus. Possibly, physics disproving that 'Emotion' lacks material 'Matter' nor th' spiritual-ness of indefinable Love. Faith, and the awakening of a nightmare that have inhumanly clouded Mans purpose on Earth Assiduous are of another smatter to matter ever expanding and unwittingly , universally , minuscule. Students need search for that which has not been taught Only their own self preservation will have motivated their victorious plight for peace and not war. Human awakening, be that of ill tiding, best be waved . Peace prosody inviting harmony ...louie levy 3/10/2006 Authors note: This story like prose, came about after my listening to a one hour lecture on physics and how the subject relates to Peace. Given by a brilliant PhD at a Peace gathering recently. My never having formerly studied the subject, the following inspire just decided to become what I'm also still learning , a message at a time. * The science of matter and energy and their interactions. The physical properties and composition of something.
Faith suggests that there be Peace and Love that the living deal with their birthright in other than warlike controversy. However, such has not been, with history proving otherwise. From within the indigenous conscience of human behavior, there be intolerable differences of religious and opposing, controversial faiths. Just what are the solutions other than resulting in their self warring annihilation? The answers have hardly been clearly given by scripture nor political government. Countless martyrs for Peace and Love have long since time, been assassinated, why? Poetry, propagate feelings that often reach unfathomable depths to where empathy and decency reside. Other than the Darwinian theory, has since become a matter of DNA and helix programing. Earths cultured creatures have been exposed of their predisposed behavioral programing. near proven discovery. Will the religious preachers update the Holy Curan, and realize that 'Wholly' need be one of that which offers valid solutions for Peace and not horrific war, nor the prophesy of Armageddon? There are no victories of any permanence for human kind, and; all of living organic substance will perish, faithless, mostly in the minds of the male, aggressive human specie. This rather elderly author, well meaning to un-shadow the future with the raising enlightenment of peaceful reasoning. Make Love and not war, procreate for peace by the sharing of Earths Generous Cornucopia. The infant, lame and elderly ask only for their meek share for survival. Wealth, spoils of war and death, are of those who greed, and salute to conquest banners Falling as victims of their own mortality. Decaying flesh, hath no enrichment but for the impoverished, death seeking predators motivated ... only for their own survival. 'Earth remunerates itself, unconditionally Louie Levy 8/22/05
Ready, ripe, are the fruits of evil having seeded dormant, mutant Freedom from oppression Depression and poverty Ingredients for sociological disaster Governments breed rulers, culturally prejudice Nesting environmentalism gestational brewing Population, outnumber, complication, statistic Human pollution, extinction by sterilization Communed Monarchs, Republics, and Socialist wit-lists All of their own, common preaching, competitive power struggles, weapons pawned Hail to creation, we've a nation to nurture Cultivate the gifted and plow slaughter th' weed common Inhuman plans for notorious victories Life be likened, selfish 'Self' where individuality becomes a carbon copy Data, be the program for hosting 'War' Glitches exist, eliminated Abbreviate their robotic identities Secret dead file, labeled, 'Objectionable' Take to view an upside down cross, holding terror to a single post Nail not hands, nay, legs of innocence nor, barbed crown upon the temple, proverbially, Brain stake all who preach of misled doctrines without ties, for lies, and; greed political agendas Hell be that of all ill-mind spent Erect that which banners that of 'Human' display voice intent, without conquest love without condition Council with all that be Omnipotent from within, and negotiate without weapons that slaughter goodwill and result in political extermination ...louie levy 06.19.2005
Can we share ones selfish pain with the wearing of purple ribbons? This, a sincere and empathetic gesture. Emotions fathoms deeper, than our eyes view. There's no greater loss, no more dastardly harm, inflicted. No meaningless significance, the insanely inhuman evil, portray. We, are with anger, compassion and vengeance. All these, not will misfortune, reverse. In alliance, our spirit invulnerable, setting goals for a courageous victory over tyranny, discovering the solutions for everlasting peace and good will. Peace will prevail, historians have quoted wisely. No such profundity, by itself, will ring forever true. Omnipotent Love, as is inherent to life. The whole of its entirety, suggests a gathering for world unity. Criminal terrorists, their submission, unfailing. An era of human empathy and vigilance be our goals. Reinforced and sacrificed by our heros bravery. The world listens to cries and cries with relentless compassion. Ribbons of empathy, turning to a glorious rainbow for peace. We need heed to our "Omnipotent" legacy, ever guiding in our efforts. Peace will have reigned, and forever kept guarded. Holding within the boundaries of human decency, securing our immortal love for a Unilateral, Universal Family... ...louie levy © 2002
Earth hath no remorse for its own terror,
likened upon for the human drilling of its
death laden black sap, making fools of their
feeble science, having done no more than
the atom denting of its crust...
Be they must, war, likened the lunacy of
moon to play with ocean tide, lands belching
of indigestion, puked upon all existing,
showing no bias or prejudice from within its
unpredictable wake...
When will we not see so blindly that all
terror be myopically ill, contaminating
without self immunity, less we deal
empathetically with our ignorance and
hypocritical solutions for peace...
With Love immortal, help enlighten a
darkened awakening, invalidating prophesying
fools, and predictions of Armageddon....
Louie Levy
05.13.2005
*Dedicated to;
Dr Santosh Kumar, Editor
Cyberwit. net India
for his wise, literary teachings
of Love, and Peace on Earth
{Dear Louie,
Thanks for your kind words about the colored cover of TMR . I shall
post your poem on website online, and it may also be included in our
future publications. I'm really obliged and indebted to you for
dedicating the poem to me. Your poems are full of unmistakable moral
purpose and flawless style. It is time the world recognised your rich
and attractive literary qualities. Cyberwit will definitely dedicate
one of its publications to you. Your poem is now on web. To see please
log on to
http://tajmahalreview.com/poem.htm
Regards
Santosh Kumar}
Similarities Vulgarities, language irregularities and censoring moralities All become literary targets for the evolving of human expression Whereby, an infantile flora, from seed to bud naturally matures with inherent birth rights Critiquing of its beauty or poor appearance while still at Bud, desecrates all that it self embraces Unforgiving, stifling creativity and that which all are hopeful of, herewith promises to self-flower to dignified maturity louie levy 8/9/2005 *Best we proudly self appraise then to be invalidated by poor esteem
Has fantasized my phantom soul Not much of her will she reveal Nor; will this weathered spirit need surreal Query, has curiosity intervened be left that which fate see ever blind We roam life's shores, for its sandy lures In hopes of a wave, bathe our lonesome bore Evening awakens my sleep less hands Their stroke upon letters that softy speak of - Mermaids and Gods of ocean depths and spiritual sky Dolphins, friendly Whales swim freely by Horizons and moon lit waves reflect - Impassioned wakes of their Omni presence peek Raiment finned, with swiftness they swim Of my own, disrobe without their need Speed these arms, and ever their heart rule At last, have stars wish these dreams be true Jeweled shells, upon sanded carpet lay where mortal steps discover, and giftedly embrace O Mermaid, Thou hath lured me with thy beauty and; will ever more, these dreams be on moonlit shores and magic keys ...louie For; *Shelley, really real 5:48 AM 6/2/2006
Sigh for a love song , Reach for partners , whom ever comes along No matter the chatter Sing swing with sound Smile unto eyes that blink back with style Cloud upon sadness shine brightly with charm Embrace body harmony feel deeply beyond Love dancing's sublime Where Heaven exists .... Gasp be breaths 'On Your Cloud or Mine' ...louie levy 4/9/2006
What would we call God By what other name? For many, the meaning's not the same There seems to be a feeling for it all A feeling only people see at all No other could tell of heaven or hell Just a cat, looks for a pat The blind could see with a hand for thee If a cat you would be Would the love you seek Be Gods hand you'll see? Who could deny this feeling for us all. Is it not everywhere? God by any other name? Only 'Love', would be the same "As a rose by any other name" would smell as sweet, so God be called with much confusion. Ones faith in feelings as a fragrance of 'Love' No one can confuse" ©1989 ...louie levy
Another awakening, another adventure another unpredictable circumstance encounter Pause the moment, grasp realization, challenge - My years are few as I breathe, while at this moment there are but the nothingness of minds importance to separate living and dying. Caring less, fearing fear of other than the existence of my own survival, among those who, in youth, face their own denial of mortality These hands seem to map the countless movements of my own existence. Paths that measure of no distance Moments of joys are few to sight-see, no such fortune has robotized my random course, due directions of unpredictable, destines Pause, breaths more assured, sneezing of allergies that my cat Paloma, has released of its own methane bloats Urinating her existence, deposits of digested fueling and my own flushing method of un-littering this reclaimed territory that bears not, the permanence of possessive occupancy Searching, thoughts fleeting, more rapidly now than these bony fingers can transport language. There, here, what with fueling of no concern, nor traffic of delay to have stressed this soulless unmoving electronic voyage. Realization now copilots the steering along the blankness of this barren computerized idiot vacuumed notepad. Imploding all that it devours of emotional sentiment Love, that rules my heart, preaches within my lone spirit Diseases that were overcome of their treachery Elixirs prescribed, less dedicating medical entrepreneurs Laboratories, filched with greedy profiteering, while victimized guinea pigs confuse the placebo with side effected, terminal disablement. Pay to live, Expire impoverished Back 'On the Road Again', pacing more assuredly of the next moment to recollect and distribute .... rhetoric Not daring to have wasted the universal heartbeat of Times Omnipotence, and; the Human need to consume and war within its vast, universal reproductive immortality. Bottom lining, never silvered nor embroidered Spooned from delicate infancy to obese extinction Such, have the befallen trees, seed for their own survival Desperately and seemingly flawed have Human life evolved Disgust of their waste, lay victims, of greed and contrivance Civilization mentoring the forthcoming of more primitive societies. Technology culprits its venom upon the meek and helpless. Enriching their frail existence to self destruct and reluctantly return to that which 'Dust' be ever recycling. Love will prevail Empathy sail, Ill tiding will - storms ever weather. Awaken, plan this day, like no other, waste not ... Contribute for Peace Earths pleas go Forsaken .... Louie Levy 1/27/2006
Walk the night, we've no fright Cast be winds, Ill from within sorrow spent, where bombs burst and; souls cry for none, repent Oh, not we say, now see, late by early, dawns dreadful night, where banners fly high, and bones rattle skies Children at play, laughter, tearfully their songs scream out, to an explosive halt Assault, as all have fault, that salute to gods of self destruction, There be lands of th' free, and homeless braves Slaves of the militaries, and safe sat adversaries Victim soldiers, we hear sight of your might Left with remnants, wastefully spent Pieced bones, spiritually joined, all walk the shadows of grave sights and head stoned sorrows Sadly, this ww2 Vet, muse rest not, without peace Mind of many, predisposed and leased Earth erupts with liken'd vengeance Warn of atom, phantom goals, fruitless trees, festering corpses, disease rampant, fields barren, families famine, lost of, one anothers precious Love Lands be not, of those selfishly free Young Braves, spent to inhuman sacrifice Take to the damned polls, cast votes without straws, pluck splinters from thoughts and empower, the devour of peace predator hucksters, unrest, flesh torn, soldiers and innocents Solutions, non for conquest, be saluted Universally there be need to weave of a Brethren Banner, felt with hand at breast, Love be th' star spangled blue sky of peace-filled eyes All O, can we see, ne're redden w'blood embroidering world nations united of their own cultural threading There be no lay to rest, for all in peace, without that of Love, good will, be birthed on restless Earth... Louie Levy (c) 05.13.2005
http://cyberwit.net/subs.htm I really feel honoured to get an opportunity to peruse "The State of the Onion" and "Wastelands". "The State of the Onion" is a remarkable poem devoted to Peace. The title of the poem is very shrewd and placidly humorous. The poem represents your love for Peace. The whole poem is steeped in humanism and it testifies to the moral earnestness of the poet. In "Wastelands" there is a clear evidence of the poet's quest for Love guiding "blue sky of peace-filled eyes". Both the poems are of a very high order, and reveal the poets fervour of conviction and faith. I shall certainly include these poems in Cyberwit future publications. Regards Santosh Kumar
A friend is trustworthy, one of whom to love, confide and share Quite hardly any 'One' or another, to be of friendly enemy by recipe. War adversaries reason w' such lunatic metaphor. Especially, since poetry, has other than... A Bard to regard and trust with cliche' nor a reader to gullibly comply proverbial, poetic reply. Enemies and Allies preclude predictably with un-predictable motive Deviated Peace, perverted enemies who remorse Relenting of all to a war battled grave. Deciples of biological endocrine Of cultural and religious in-breeding Lay to unrest their erred victims Expulsion decreed who trust in 'Will' Condoning doctrines and Man to evil prey upon his friends enemy? Enemies becoming friends Nostalgically to ne're forget the Warriors that lay coffined , Un resting of such ever hypocritical political surrender and that of innocents' trust. There be 'Terms of Friendly Endearment' Attacking prey for security, joining the parade of rained terror and murderous fire. Hopefully, all of sane humanity be ever literally vigilant for Love immortal and Peace free of all inherent, prejudice The Enemy of Peace, clearly foes of other than whom hold double sided firing weapons Destined targets, unrequited of evils hellish prayer Louie Levy (c) 2/27/2006
Wings sprout Creatures without Swim, crawl to fly Try and die Immortal time Birth to survive Whatever deemed whenever extreme to exist will persist Deaths D' termination Spinning equations Composing matter Existence left To persistence Out survive prey Brute the fractional Meekness prevail Complex of origin Effect self demise Earth Maternal Without admonition Evolve bastardy Illiterate impropriety Offspring th' feeble brained Defiance of purpose Disrespectful of birth right Another planet, wastes The infernal directive of creatures evil ordained Insanity, be Earths promised downfall of malignant humanity ...Louie Levy (c) 4/15/2006
I've concluded that there may be to Voodoo and fortune telling, as there are to scriptured predictions - can lead to poverty and ignorance of belief and will result in self destruction. It seems, after viewing the TV history channel that; each and every prophet portrayed had their perspiring quotes from their god, of the catastrophe befallen sinners and violators of all fathered divinity. All were described as 'Master' oriented and never included themselves as to what will befallen to others Such as, "The wrath of God will be upon ALL of you" , never saying, 'US' . My guessing that they were all without sin, best they should have read about the 'stone' throwing tale, or were they on a specially, favored list being sinless messengers, and all ? Here's how i scoop poop it from where it all started in the streets and surrounding temples. Imagine if they had the radio, tv or the evils of the internet to popup 'n gander and have you pissed about ? Prophets self appoint and preach loudly and with great conviction, predictions that they say are from 'god' and because of 'Your' (never 'our'), disobedience, this and that horror will burn your temples and 'KILL' you on such and where, a time. 'IF'...you don't obey 'ME" Revolutions of religious doctrines have existed since MAN had written the scriptures believed to have been divinely inspired. I believe that prophets were the intimidating activists' of their time. Cleverly subversive and saintly masked well for their self appointed religious role-play. Think about when predictions came about ? Hundreds and thousands of years in the past. The plan predisposed and penetrating in the gullible minds of preachers, god fearers and fascist, religious breeders, Many, many years pass, the prophet now dead, his writing indelibly written, the plan spelled out. His evil legacy will get him medallion'd by HIS god at the pearly gates turned crimson red .... The roll players, having rehearsed the 'wholly' edited script prepares and attacks without mercy or respect for the innocent and obedient. Enemies clash and war is inevitably as scriptured for conquering. In the name of their lord. "We must make HIS predictions the horrific contemporary reality" Less we cease to be driven to war and murder, obeying scripts written during similar religious controversy Man, beastly and aggressive, train, lead, their male youth to war and find justification for the murder of all innocents. Tomorrow's TV topic my be of the holy grail. Would it have been half full of doomed sinners or half empty of yet to be, more predicted prophets? Possibly an association can be the 'Voting' ballot box and why it happens that the destiny of all life, be in the hands of a fractional minority. Best all youth and elderly, be aware; Prophet, profiteer, and activist All are one and the same. Mastered divine voice Selling faith for attendance Barding for heaven or go to hell With that assuring 'close' for sale The choice can never be, never the answer, nor the solution for world Peace be yet concieved. ...louie levy 12.13.2005 8:29 AM 12/13/2005
Tear jerked and peeled for preparation
The obvious effect addresses to be one of
pure culinary emulation.
Paging news sales for sopping gullible eyes,
beholden of surprise and head line, shaking
Journalized to concieve for disaster and murder,
denial'd empathy confront their readers
Applaud the decorated coffin'd martyrs
Youth regimented marchers, star spangled hero'd corpses
Medal tributes failing to appease inpoverished familles
Ignorance prevails where military often map
asinine directions that conquer for political ideals
Leaders masquerade, enpower and command
the armed vigilant'd mob with visions of peace and death.
War makes fallible sense, as common sense, convinced
Motives debate with prejudicial teaching
Maestro clones, planted among the breed of wild,
seed brewing invulnerable camaraderie of weed spores.
And; so the state, reaches for the proverbial onion,
peels, cuts through cores of patriotic shelling
Page print papered blots the fumed blind eye
Enemy, O enemy, where sought are thee, hell-bent sent
Are not your familles left at home with but likened
flags soiled with remnants of splattered body parts?
Missions that return gruesome retaliation, such, the
epitome of hypocrisy and inhuman, sacrificial wasting.
Such, seed all the Onion armies, unionized in a field that roots
of stanching corpses and hearts that hitherto beat joys of
love and tears for peace.
Where, how do we end it, for endings lack
within recurring circles
Historically, repeatedly,
mercilessly unrepealed
The core of its savory weeping, becoming the
inevitable effect for all inhuman tiding.
War, the political defeat for
Armageddon victories.
Louie Levy
05.08.2005
Imagine, being alone, wishing to have not been split and; left with only half or that part of, how you felt, swapped with another needing, being? Losing such precious flesh, leaves no audible description to emit, of self, insufferable pain. Trials sequel remission Age, tribulation to the point of hope, fled, ne're to return .... Bar hop'd to pop'd eye view, Deja Vu, think screwed, to outfox, the fox, the while, cocks crow quaintly smooth, w' do-me eye-blink Heart struck and felt below the belt of un-redemptive, temptation? Loves prophesy forthcoming, reprieves of oath promised Commitment, emotions unfolding Heart, sex, perplexed and sorrowfully, annexed Love be where weeds share pride; w' garden roses, nurture of Earths promise Dandelions, casting countless seeds. Mother Natures tempestuous Omnipotence Waste-not, of all life to exist and perpetuate. Spiritually ponder thought; 'Be the impotent that curse of life's cruel theft - the unrequited potent, left thorny and wilted, aromatically wasted - Whereby, the weed, happily discarded - left alone with its self appraised sentimentality 'Tempt-less of fragrance, yet, immortally, Earth enchanting' louie levy 11/20/2005 Authors note; A realization that marital divorce is not the parting of another mates 'Being' , an ending, but the self felt Love of being left 'Whole' again without commitment.
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