Life is beauty, and life is pain,
a dance of loss, a song of gain.
It shimmers gold, then fades to gray,
a fleeting dawn, a waning day.
It lifts us high with whispered bliss,
soft lips that touch, a lover's kiss.
Yet breaks us, bends us, tests our will,
a mountain steep, a climb uphill.
It thrills, it aches, it sparks, it wanes,
it hums in blood, it roars in veins.
It is laughter, it is weeping,
a waking dream, a midnight creeping.
It is the light that warms the skin,
the fear of losing all within.
It is the hand that pulls you near,
the shadowed doubts, the strangling fear.
It is the mundane, the slow, the still,
the silent hours, the quiet will.
It is the rush, the reckless run,
the roaring fire, the setting sun.
Yet if we never knew the fall,
would heights be precious things at all?
If never lost in tempest deep,
would peace be something worth to keep?
The jagged path, the winding lane,
the burning loss, the hard-won gain,
they carve the heart, they shape the soul,
they make the fractured spirit whole.
So let us rise, though winds may chide,
embrace the waves, the turning tide.
For life's not meant to be a line,
its peaks and valleys make it shine.
DEMONS BE GONE
YOU DON'T BELONG HERE
GOD'S LOVE IS STRONG
WITH LOVE THERE'S NO FEAR
Discordant Note
Scratching, floating
Hanging in the air
Pressure ebbs and flows
Headpiece filled with straw
A twisted melody lingers
Confusion and rage entwined
Resentment's bitter sting
Wrestles with sorrow's whine
Innocence stolen, trust shattered
By hands meant to protect
The child within still bleeds
Silently searching, begging for respect
Justice denied, our secrets buried
Master manipulator
A monster cloaked in lies
Crimes still hidden
Despite Death's hand
Too late for tortured cries
Feet of clay now returned to dust
From whence they darkly came
Leaving behind a tangled mess
Of trauma, grief and shame
The urge to desecrate, destroy
Wage war upon their grave
Wrestling with guilt, pity and relief
Yes, he is no more
But I am not yet saved
This victory feels hollow
An unearned, empty gift
When wounds still pulse and throb
No closure, the burdens unshift
I imagine looking for the tombstone,
Fists and soul clenched tight,
Anger, disgust, and rage.
Shadows cast doubt over my morals,
Compass dysfunctional, truth estranged.
Like Basque tongues tangled with Ainu clicks,
A labyrinth of questions ethics inflicts.
No tears of mourning shed
No idea the monster was laid to rest
Three years later, a happy accident
Release a demon locked deep in my chest
How to reconcile the little child
Who needed love and care
With the person now made to carry
This discordant note hanging in the air
In the depths of this discordance
Frustration and confusion still rise
Dare I confront the shadows
Curse their peaceful demise?
Every anguished scream swallowed
Each day, coerced, suffocated in silence
Transmuting years of buried aches
Why not release in rightful fierce violence?
Through serpentine paths of healing
Piece by shattered piece remade,
Scars shimmering with untold stories
Of battles braved and traumas mourned
In owning all that was endured
By innocent hands and shattered trust
Languidly learning to cradle, soothe
My inner child waiting, weeping in the dust
Each breath is an act of bravery
Every step is defiant, resolute
Reclaiming fractured narratives
No longer voiceless or mute
Through my poetry, I find release
May its rhythm grant me peace.
This journey from victim to victor
Is paved with shards of broken self
Reassembled by courageous hands
Into mosaics of pain and health
A symphony of survival
Echoes in the spaces in between
I cannot rewrite my cruel history
I yearn like others to live and dream
Beyond the reach of phantom hands
That sought to break and steal and mar
I rise in revolutionary softness
Tempered by battles, reminded by scars
The discordant note, a stubborn seed,
Resists the soil, its tyranny decreed,
Yet woven slow, within the larger frame,
An ostinato may conquer its shame,
Finds solace in the weave, a timeless plea,
Echoing Eliot, Stravinsky rewrites history.
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say deep truths include
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"Primum non nocere," a principle profound,
Not rigid law, but wisdom found.
In healing's halls, where choices weigh,
It guides the hand, but doesn't sway.
"ὀφελέειν ἢ μὴ βλάπτειν," a balanced plea,
"To benefit, or harm not," complexity's key.
Not black and white, but shades between,
Where modern medicine's challenges are seen.
The caduceus gleams, oft misunderstood,
While Asclepius' staff stands where healing stood.
Symbols twisted, meanings blurred,
Yet ethical practice remains undeterred.
In sterile rooms where decisions loom,
Doctors and patients dispel the gloom.
They weigh the risks, consider gain,
In partnership, to ease the pain.
Some peddle falsehoods, sweet and bright,
While truth seeks haven in the night.
But evidence-based practice stands tall,
Against deception's siren call.
"Primum nil nocere," evolving still,
Not perfection, but good faith's will.
To strive for best, while harm to shun,
In healing's never-ending run.
In research labs and by bedsides true,
Ethical minds seek what to do.
Through trials tested, with knowledge bright,
They pierce the veil of health's long night.
"To benefit, or harm not," the true decree,
A beacon burning, for all to see.
Not simple maxim, but complex art,
Where science meets the human heart.
With shared trust, respect held high,
Patient and healer together try
To chart a course through health's dark sea,
With ethics as their guiding key.
"Primum non nocere," oft misapplied,
Not absolute, but a principle to guide.
In Hippocrates' time and modern day,
It's context and intent that hold sway.
The Greek, "ὀφελέειν ἢ μὴ βλάπτειν," rings true,
"To benefit, or at least do no harm," anew.
A nuanced approach, not black and white,
Balancing risks in healing's light.
The caduceus twined, with wings so bright,
A symbol of commerce, not healing's might.
Asclepius' staff, with serpent alone,
The true emblem of medicine, long known.
In modern clinics, where science reigns,
Ethical practice carefully maintains
A balance 'twixt benefit and potential harm,
With patient's values central to this charm.
Open communication, a cornerstone strong,
Where patient and doctor, together belong.
In shared decisions, they navigate
The complex paths that health dictate.
Some may twist ethics for selfish gain,
But true healers strive to ease pain.
With evidence-based practice as their guide,
They stand against misinformation's tide.
"To benefit, or at least do no harm," evolves still,
Not perfection, but good faith's will.
From rigorous study, and trials so keen,
True healing emerges, complex yet clean.
In healing's art, there's no guarantee,
But ethical practice sets conscience free.
With care and skill, and wisdom's light,
We navigate health's day and night.
Πρῶτον μὴ βλάπτειν, a principle misunderstood,
Not black and white, but shades of good.
Where healing's art meets science's light,
And ethical minds must choose what's right.
The caduceus gleams, a symbol misconstrued,
Where commerce and care are often viewed.
But Asclepius' staff, with single snake entwined,
Represents true healing, carefully refined.
In modern halls where choices weigh,
Doctors and patients find their way.
Through risks and benefits, they navigate,
Shared understanding they cultivate.
Some peddle cures with hollow claims,
Exploiting fears for selfish aims.
But true healers, with knowledge sound,
On evidence their practice ground.
"Primum nil nocere," a guide, not chain,
Encouraging thought in health's domain.
Balance sought 'twixt act and pause,
For healing's not without its flaws.
In research labs and by bedsides too,
Ethical minds seek what is true.
Through trials tested, their wisdom grows,
A beacon bright as knowledge flows.
ὀφελέειν ἢ μὴ βλάπτειν, the call remains,
For those who heal, not those who feign.
In partnership with those they treat,
They strive to make care more complete.
Primum non nocere, a guiding light,
Not rigid rule, but wisdom's sight
ὀφελέειν ἢ μὴ βλάπτειν, in balance true,
Weighing risks and benefits anew.
In halls where healers ply their art,
With science, skill, and caring heart
They navigate the complex maze,
Of modern medicine's intricate ways.
Some twist this creed for selfish gain,
Exploiting fears, causing pain
But true healers, with ethics sound,
Engage with trust, solid ground.
Caduceus coiled, a symbol pure,
Of commerce now, no longer sure
Asclepius' staff, the truer sign,
Of healing's art, both old and fine.
Shared decisions, patient and physician,
Together they assess, talk with clinician
Of risks and hopes, of fears and dreams,
Charting a course through health's extremes.
In shadowed corners, whispers grow,
Of cures that science doesn't know
But evidence-based practice stands,
Against the lure of charlatan's hands.
Primum non nocere, evolving still,
Not perfection, but good faith's will
To strive for best outcomes always,
While minimising harm's dark haze.
From trials rigorous, knowledge flows,
Not from deceit or cunning shows
The path of healing, nuanced, true,
Leads through care, both old and new.
AN OUT OF CONTROL
CONTROL FREAK
WHO REALLY IS A GEEK
WANTS TO CONTROL
EVERYTHING
THE WORLD JUST SEEMS SO BLEAK
GMOs AND PESTICIDES
IN EVERYTHING YOU EAT
GENETICALLY MODIFIED HUMANS TOO
WITH MRNA TECHNIQUE
CHEMTRAILS POISON OUR AIR
HE WANTS SATELLITES EVERYWHERE
TO WATCH YOUR EVERY MOVE
HE TALKS ABOUT THIS TOO
HE'S RUINING OUR LAND
AIR AND WATER SUPPLY
DEPOPULATION IS HIS PLAN
YOU HAVE TO WONDER WHY
I THINK THE DEPOPULATION CLAN
SHOULD DO US ALL A FAVOR
AND START WITH THEMSELVES
NOT ANYONE ELSE
AND RID US OF THIS BEHAVIOR
PSYCHOPATHS SHOULD BE LOCKED UP
NOT FREE TO RUN AMUCK
PAY ATTENTION STAY ALERT
BEFORE EVERYONE GETS HURT
HE'S PAYING FARMERS TO FALLOW LAND
AND KILLING OFF THEIR LIVESTOCK
I GUESS HE WANTS US ALL TO STARVE
OR EAT HIS GMO CRAP
WE MUST BAN GMOs AND ALL THEIR PESTICIDES
END THE BIOWEAPON PLAN
BEFORE ALL LIFE IS LOST
NOTICE HOW MANY SPECIES ARE
ENDANGERED OR EXTINCT
WITH THIS RAMPANT TOXICITY
WE ARE NEXT THAT IS THE PLAN
DUE TO HIS ECCENTRICITY
HE'S OBSESSED WITH VACCINES
NOW GMO MOSQUITOS
FLYING SHOT MACHINES
WE REALLY NEED TO BEAT THOSE
DR ZELENKO LEFT US ZSTACK
FILLED WITH SUPPLEMENTS MOST OF US LACK
GOOD TO HAVE THOSE WHEN UNDER ATTACK
VITAMIN C, D3,K2
QUERCETIN, ZINC CAN ALL PROTECT YOU
MAGNESIUM,SELENIUM,BROMELAIN
EVERYONE'S DIFFERENT SO ENERGY TEST
TO FIND THE THINGS THAT WORK FOR YOU BEST
EAT ORGANIC,FILTER WATER AND AIR
USE ENERGY MEDICINE DON'T HAVE DESPAIR
SIGN PETITIONS BOYCOTT STUFF
LET THEM KNOW WE'VE HAD MORE THAN ENOUGH
PROSECUTE THOSE WHO CAUSE ALARM
AND DO SO MUCH HARM
WE CAN HAVE HEAVEN OR HELL ON EARTH
IT'S UP TO US TO DO THE WORK
MAY GOD SEND HEAVENLY BLESSINGS OUR WAY
TO SAY THE THINGS WE NEED TO SAY
SO MANY DIFFERENT PERSPECTIVES OUT THERE
I THINK IT BEST FOR US TO SHARE