️Title: The Ministry of Ungentlemanly Warfare [2024

Rating ⭐️: 7.3 / 10|
Release Info: 19 / 4 / 2024
Genre: #Action 🎭 #Drama ⚔️ #War
The British military recruits a small group of highly skilled soldiers to strike against German forces behind enemy lines during World War II.

*Abyss*


Your eyes are an abyss of butterflies; butterflies that feed off my blood
Who knew love could make me this numb?
There is no one to save me as i fall
She lured me with her beauty
I traded my soul for pleasure
Who knew what was buried under that innocent smile?


chipfikovongai

I don't know what happened to me,
It's all very weird, so strange to see,
My heartbeat races, quick and free,
A chill engulfs, holds tight to me.

Each pulse within, a bullet's force,
Coursing through a frenzied course,
Unusual fear, its grip so coarse,
An unseen threat, a silent source.

I feel like something dear will go,
A loss impending, sorrow's flow,
A voice within whispers low,
To leave it all, surrender so.

The darkness calls, its lure is strong,
An eerie song, a siren’s throng,
To pull me from where I belong,
To something distant, something wrong.

This fear, it binds, it chains my soul,
To depths unknown, a shadowed goal,
It whispers secrets, takes its toll,
A void within, a gaping hole.

The coldness wraps around my heart,
Tears my world, rips it apart,
From all I love, it makes me part,
A poison dart, a painful start.

What is this force, this silent thief,
That fills my nights with endless grief,
My mind it clouds, beyond belief,
A haunted house, with no relief.

The shadows deepen, thoughts collide,
Emotions swell, a rising tide,
In darkness, there is no place to hide,
From fear's embrace, I'm pulled inside.

The heartbeat pounds, a drum of dread,
Echoes loud inside my head,
A phantom's touch, a feeling dead,
To what is real, I'm slowly led.

A specter calls me to its game,
To lose myself, forsake my name,
To be a puppet in its claim,
A hollow shell, consumed by shame.

Yet still I fight, with weakening might,
Against this force, this endless night,
To hold on tight to hope's faint light,
To find my way, to end this plight.

But the voice persists, it never fades,
A ghostly chant, in twilight shades,
In every pulse, it deeply wades,
To drag me down, where sorrow parades.

I don't know what's to come of this,
A deadly dance, a serpent's hiss,
A battle fought in dark abyss,
With every breath, I feel amiss.

The fear it grows, a shadow cast,
Upon my soul, a spell is fast,
To bind me to this haunting past,
Where peace is gone, and fears are vast.

Each moment feels a lifetime's weight,
As terror shapes my fragile state,
I stand alone at fate's dark gate,
Unsure of what will be my fate.

It's just it, it, it, no more to tell,
A silent scream, a muted yell,
In this strange, consuming spell,
In this dark and endless hell.

~ Ñ@$hh.....

Welcome to June

Season of Sorrow

You are the cause of so much pain,
and the inspiration of so much fear.
But to me, you have become an eagerly anticipated guest during this my season of sorrow.

So feel free to visit,
for at the sight of you, I would rush into your embrace;
merely for the sweet escape you offer,
for the ultimate desired rest from a life that nolonger feels worth living....

A life plagued by trouble,
flooded in tears,
overcast by sorrow,
and heavily burdened by grief.

A life that has given nothing but grief and sorrow,
pain and anguish_
For daily, I find myself a quarter to tears.

A life during which I have sweat, bled and wept, in vain...
my blood, sweat and tears yielding no result,
for the desires of my heart have not been granted,
but denied with a deafening silence that exceeds the noise of a mob.


Daily I am in pain,
my body is diseased,
and my mind is in turmoil.
I now revel in fantasies of non existence,
for I would never have experienced this,
My Season of Sorrow.


(to be continued.....)
#my_Words
(c) b l katsaura

*Feeling*

There are the hands that can feel.
Hands that've been gloved with pain,
hands that have nursed her heart,
naive as it got broken, was mended.

There are the eyes that can feel.
Eyes that've seen the light of the night,
eyes that've seen her ghostly shadows,
dark as they were, never gave him fright.

There are ears that can feel.
Ears that've heard storms in melodies,
ears that've read terror from her voice,
shackled as it was free, yearned to be free-free.

There are lips that can feel.
Lips that've opened to pour healing words,
lips that've told a flower to bloom, and it did,
dying, as it was hopeless, came to life.

@Tino

The Body and Blood

The Head of the Church blessed everybody…
“Then took up the bread, and gave it to them
‘Take it, all of you, this is My body,’
Then He took the cup, and gave it to them,
‘This is My blood which will be shed for many.’”
These words of Jesus surpass every gems
They’re hard to fathom to some, to any
But can be trace from here to Bethlehem.

The head of the house stand up with splendor,
He gladly announced the party is here;
This yearly event brings us together
Such like occasions are good souvenirs.
We’re bonded as one in any weather
With bread and meat and drinks like wine and beer.
These meetings are glued with us forever
And give all the love decent and sincere.

San Diego 1 June 2024

The Great Reward

A drained father feels great
When her daughter reached the shore,
Though the budget is strait
But he wanted to do more.

A tired mother feels great
When her family redeems
All the love she creates
Developed a decent dream.

God the Father feels great
When the Holy Word made flesh
Ascended to the Gate,
And the old world became fresh.

Now my greetings today -
The Ascension of the Lord:
Congrats, Happy Mother’s Day.
Enjoy the great reward.

San Diego 10 May 2024