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Trapped like lab rats
By supposedly sick bats
What the hell, one never knows
This whole shit show blows
The lies and deception is crazy
Don't know if it's lazy or blindingly hazy
The totality of it has never made sense
It relies on people who are quite dense
No critical thinking just marching along
To the pied piper god Pan, following the song
Mesmerized by the unbelievable narrative
We need to wake up and that's imperative
The dogs are out and ready to attack and maul
While they steadily put another brick in the wall

© Jade Anjoun

Google, I don't really appreciate your ever present place
Quit trying to get up in all my business and my space
You must think that you're so big and just "all that"
When all you really are is invasive, pushy and too fat

Dial it down a notch we don't need you for everything in our life
Yeah, you are useful, but come on, you add to a fair amount of strife
We are in control and dismissing all the ad clutter is getting tiring
What we really want to do is some good old fashioned quitting or firing

Give us a break we're not all invalids, dependents or shopaholics
Oh, we're not using all the latest apps? Just some more sneaky tricks
The apps come with advertising and it is redundant and too much
Keeping us in over choice not to mention your sticky tentacles and clutch

Oh, Google, you were and still are the best of times and worst of times its true
As you've grown too big, too smart and greedy that we can't even bid you adieu
Yay, we're in a love hate relationship based on monopoly and necessity, its funny
Ah! It's the future! So we better put on our thinking caps and follow all the money

© Jade Anjoun

When we fell asleep last night
Did we wake into a world of fright?
Falling down a rabbit hole and then
Our lives and freedoms literally stolen

What phenomena occurred whilst we dreamt?
Were the evil serpents sent?
To conjure up the lot of us
In stages that are just treasonous

Our voices cannot be heard
Lines of insanity are now blurred
Why has the heavens fallen
And our hearts and souls called in

Silence gives permission to the not so pure of heart
Sharing the truth to rise above must have a start
When we stop fighting for a life that is free
We accept the heavy hands on the control key

For what give rights to some and not others
Forbidding reaching out and touching our brothers
Rulers come and go not without a battle
Rise up and put an end to the psycho babble

Look deep into the eyes of peace and tranquility
Knowing this is the true state of all of humanity
Contemplate truth absent of monetary gain and forbid
Succumbing to the false agendas made up by the wicked

Plunging deeper into a life of plandemic control
Becoming lowly victims in a chasm that takes its toll
Breaking free should consume our every thought
Because freedom’s fight must always be fought

“I know but one freedom and that is the freedom of the mind”
~Antoine de Saint-Exupery~
French writer, poet, and pioneering aviator

© Jade Anjoun 05/2021
TheBlissfulRaven.com

For a relationship to last without losing its glow,
as far as I feel and, late in this life, I know ...
I need to connect intellectually, emotionally, and spiritually
so we grow in the same direction ... at a same pace ...
and thrive with mutual happiness and compatibility ...

Those connections are the glue
to keep you from growing apart...
which if it happens later on in life,
will once again break your heart ...

Attraction is the spark
but the connect is what will survive through the potholes in the dark ...
and everything else that will challenge that bond
through time & circumstance
if the foundation is weak enough to give it a chance ...

And so that's why we can't settle for second best ,
no matter our resolve may often be put to the test ...
Best to pursue that which has the makings to last,
than settle for one with mere momentary sparkle
but will fall short when it comes to that hurdle ...

Grandma's rolling up the tobaccy
the afternoon always bringing a truce
from the cussin'
for Grandpa's down in the pump-shed
messing with the lines
water tomorrow he says
all there in the soapy tubs
and Grandma'll let him
sleep half a day
'for the cussin' starts again
'bout how lazy he been
so me and Grandpa'll
go fishing
down on the river
and he'll tell me over
how he shoulda married
Grandma's sister
but all said and done
life just run like the river
boiling over the rocks
'til you released
into the sea

Words are a great treasure of the truths and feelings spoken. They show a little of my person, who seeks to reach the heart that he loves, and thus, sometimes they call me a poet. For this reason, when writing them, I have to measure them with the feeling, each one that is transcribed. It only needs to have one weight. Within this understanding that I have, the words need to say something, just as I read them. This vigilance with the written words, I do only to please the feelings. I take the necessary care to write, this being my greatest and true treasure. I'm just love and affection, I have sensual thoughts and erotic attitudes.

When my lips touch your skin and my hands roam your body,
I will dive into the deepest desires of your soul and you will feel, within you, all my love.
We will then be one person. You will see that all our fantasies will gain wings and lead us to a universe of our own, and, like colliding comets, we will find ourselves ecstatic in extreme pleasure.
At that moment, the silence for fractions of a second will be absolute, being only broken by moans and softly whispered words, and our bodies, like river springs, drenched in sweat, will slide gently on the sheets, in movements of caresses and complicity. At that moment I will kiss you with all the intensity of my being and, looking into your eyes, I will say I LOVE YOU!

A light within that glimmers knowingly, yearning for the night
To take an aura of presence within the air, as the owl spreads,
Her wings, eclipsing the brightness of the moon, we know
That the world around us as we know it is ending soon
As the pangs of sadness wash over us, as we stand together
In the same light that yearns for the setting sun, we know that
Together, the world's conclusive internal battle will indeed be won
Our world, my friend, is not as you know it, yet, the twirling tide
Of emotion shows the way forward is lit by golden flares, of
A fiery glance of defiance by the one that silently dares, to try
And with the owl's vision, we will make it, beyond the battle of fools

And the disillusions of an enchanted vow, that spoke volumes
Of a silent frown, that enveloped the world in a sense of doubt
That made us all wonder what's allowed, allegedly, the control,
of a fearful reality that has been reborn into existence,
where love holds no boundaries except in the distance, where there is but only resistence.

My friends, who are reading this may not always see the crypticness in riddles of what might be, but guaranteed,
All you can do is be the change within and to make that light glow with warmth that stands true to you, show them your strength of who you are too,

be the warrior that is seen as the best, know in yourself that you are no longer fearful but fearless, to try and shine a light in a very dark world, even when, at times

You want to wade through the challenges to find yourself, and those challenges make yourself want to curl, within your being
Within the part of you that's you, be strong, my friend, always be true! And its time to resurect the reality too!

Little did I realize ... it was the last hug ... the last kiss ...
Whenever I look back, it is something I will still miss ...
Though I've become much wiser , more self certain ...
and stronger to deal with whatever pain ...
there will always be some trickle of sadness,
from what could have been but never again ...

I know so well that there are people meant
in our lives to merely come and go ...
Difficult when feeling but eventually,
I realize and know ...
That even if it rains instead of bringing sunshine in,
and sighing from what might have been ...
One good it does is show me,
that whatever my heart needs to weather ,
if I end up losing one or the other ...

My deep well of love exists without question ...
Survives ... regardless of
many a disheartening condition ...
To comfort, to inspire ...
not to forever lose its fire ...
That even though unrequited,
not enough reason
to become hardened or embittered ...

How I long for your skin against mine ..
the feel of your roughened fingers
that tenderly caress so divine ...

How I long for those lips to bless every inch of my skin ..
Yet in so doing, touch me so deeply
where you have never been ...
Cradling me in your arms like a baby,
but as your woman ..
So comforting and assuring that from then on, in turn ...
you will always be my man ...

How I long to take you in my arms ,
as I lay all bare for you to see ...
As you look so lovingly at me,
nowhere else I'd want to be ...
And as you gently fall into my embrace,
and love me passionately with body and heart,
till I lose track of time and space ...
Just as you it immensely gladdens
to see me on pleasure's throes ...
So it also warms me to witness,
you in such raptured bliss
only a truly loving man knows ....

Tucked away into my memory
and embedded in my heart,
I long to smell your scent
For that's just how my loved one
to be remembered, so lovingly meant ...

It has been abused and used
for less noble motives or reasons
But I will always hold to its truest ideal
through the passing and changing of seasons ...
When in making love,
a man and woman share their innermost physically ...
and join together emotionally ...
not just for that instant or moment ,
but to deeply be two of a one
with all devoted commitment ..

Like a dearly loved possession
one never tires of or throws away...
No matter the yrs that have passed, it will forever stay ...