🃏😈 Cassy Black 😈🃏

Being a decent human being costs us nothing. Greed, dishonesty, selfishness, indiference to the suffering of all that is good on this planet will cost us everything. We will only have a better world when it is occupied by better humans. #ClimateCrisis #Truth #Humanity #Justice

@Grimnien @ECOWARRIORSS @rhosking252 @EconNature @keha_Bianca @NBPTROCKS @CelovskyDanny @ElektraMadrigan @cruze12345678 @dudly_mohr @sattack89 Grim this is brilliant and thoughtful. Cheers for the New Year. 👍🫶🥂

At the heart of the shadow, The old year’s deepest wrong, Are the walls Built between us; The lies that some belong. But the Great Spirit knows, No pride of rank, nor birth; The king and the petal Are one within this earth. Many measure days in shadow, In counting coins and breath, Fearing winter's ending; The transition of each death. But the Spirit is the doorway, The shattering of the glass, To see the soul’s true beauty, Knotted within, The growing grass. As the New Year bleeds in gold, Let us break our human clock; Move beyond the hour’s hold, Beyond the key, Our time; The lock. The Great Spirit’s endless love, Beyond all those decried, Resides in the eternal, Unites the soul's divide. We flow into the eternal Beneath the broken ground; To speak beyond our resonance, Beyond our human sound. The fox Within the thicket, The moss upon the stone; The depth within the forest, Leaves all our kind alone. The value of our being, Is the mercy we bequeath, Not within our confines; In the flesh we must unsheathe. Did we hear the songbird’s plea? To the insects were we kind? Threads in a single garment, Stiches woven, torn behind. We breathe as one together, Under the vast and endless sky, We dream alone and endless; The soul shall never die. So let us seed the morning With a humble, giving hand; Become the very forest, Become the pulse; The living land. For the Great Spirit moves In the leaves of sweet Wild mirth, To rise against tomorrow, In each seasonal rebirth.

@Grimnien @ECOWARRIORSS @Jekka231 @NBPTROCKS @EconNature @dudly_mohr @keha_Bianca @sattack89 @cruze12345678 @ElektraMadrigan Great to see you back Grim. You staying? This is a great poem. It's about Trump and Epstein? Right? ✊🤜

In the closing hour, veins unfulfilled, pulse no more with nectar of the vine; nor through the friction of the law. Our lifeblood stands redacted now, upon the ledger line. Flesh betrays a life, the marrow holds the grime. Look toward the salted orbs to find the guttering wick, while "great" ones rise to swallow light and bloom within the dark. The mighty do not sit; they sew a throne from brittle bone. The king is not a man, but hollow echoes trapped in stone. In these halls, the ink-stains do not cling— they bloat, they grow, they own. The masters weave a web of law where every line is blind, a blackened vein of ink that leaks to leave the rest behind. The ivory house is shrouded now, where crystals frost the stone, and every hallway holds its breath, to listen for the groan. The leader speaks with iron tongue, a voice of heavy chain, to harvest every weary soul and sift through all their pain. Beneath the velvet and the silk, the quiet rot still grows; they barter off the small for gold, that only power knows. They trade away the quiet ones, pile debt on debt, pursue their every whim, bathed in ink, black and grim, the light is growing slim. Behind the ink, secrets kept that the world will not forget. But no heavy stroke of any pen conceals the path they’ve trod; the earth is keeping careful count where feet have bruised the sod. Though names are hidden in the vault and spirits may retreat, the ledger is wide open now; The final count's complete. When predators fall from their height, tumble from the sky, the fruit shall find its hidden seed, beneath a clearing sky.

Dance in the memories Of times of love and loss Toss away the burdens Not be a stone that gathers moss. For time is but a passage A route we each must take, It shapes us in our passions Divides at each mistake. Each day is borne for making Not consuming in a fire, Love is not forsaking For greed and grim desire.

PULSE , lyric by @Grimnien 😍🥰

Check out kya Zora's video! #TikTok vm.tiktok.com/ZNR1w2CYH/ Share a song for Christmas with your loved ones! ☺️ Peace on Earth! 🙏🏼🥰 Lyrics by @Grimnien . Thank you all for support! Wish you all a beautiful Sunday! 🤗 @Grimnien @MathiusQuinn @GothikaBlaine @ElektraMadrigan

The fall of rain, The fade of day, The grey Of winter’s shroud. The lonely ghost Of summer’s glow, Behind a fold of cloud. The pine is bold Amidst the cold; Its soul is evergreen, A flow of life That pulses on Within the still; Unseen. We trace The space Of ancient stars, A blaze of gold And red. A wave of light Upon the tide, Before the flame is fed. The breath we hold, Is bought and sold By seasons born of ice. A debt of form, Of leaf and bone; A holy sacrifice. To feel the need Of every seed, To see with open eyes: That low and high, Are bound as one, Beneath The boundless skies. No heart shall beat In lone defeat, For all Are starlight spun. The root, The leaf, The joy, The grief; The many, And the one. So let the glow Of melting snow Return unto the deep, As quiet souls Awake to truth, From ages Lost in sleep. The path is clear, The end draws near, Yet birth Will thus renew. The holy flow of all, Is the Dharma Shining through.

Remember our humanity, compassion in adversity and despair. They shall grow not old, as we, that are left grow old: Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning. We will remember them. #ArmisticeDay #Remembrance #TwoMinuteSilence

Richard Edward Davies of the Worshipful Company of Farmers defrauded an 86 year old lady out of 34,000 pounds of her savings, 3,000 was extorted from her for voiceboxlive.com a non existent website. This crime has been covered up by all involved. linkedin.com/pulse/richard-…

Richard Edward Davies, RedComms3d, Red Communications Consultancy, the Worshipful Company of Farmers. Richard Davies defrauded an 86 year old pensioner Mrs Carter out of 34,000, 3,000 extorted by him with menace and threats for voiceboxlive.com a non existent website.

Being a decent human being costs us nothing. Greed, dishonesty, selfishness, indiference to the suffering of all that is good on this planet will cost us everything. We will only have a better world when it is occupied by better humans. #ClimateCrisis #Truth #Humanity #Justice

@MoveoAssociates Richard Davies is a thief, a bully and a liar. That's it for him. 🤢🤮

@CassyBlack @Redslowwe Richard Davies is still an evil minded, greedy, bloody crook and a bully, who blackmailed and abused a pensioner. Sicko. 🐷🤢🤮

@redslowwe Richard Davies of RedComms3D has covered his tracks and hidden himself from angry customers. Money matters more than reputation.

@CassyBlack @Redslowwe Still valid now as it was then Richard Davies. Richard Edward Davies should not be left in charge of a child's piggy bank or the coins on a dead man's eyes. He's a greedy piggy and a thief. 🐷🐽🐖

@MoveoAssociates Richard Davies is a crook and wouldn't drink anything his company manufactured. Rather drink poison. He blackmailed an 80 year old lady. Now he's working with his wife to make her son homeless coz he complained. Sickening. 😡🤬🤢🤮

Forests, the cathedral of the Earth… hope you enjoy it! Thank you all for your support and interest!… Lyrics by @Grimnien @ElektraMadrigan .🥰🙏🏼 🌳💚🌳

I am the first, I am the last. I am The beginning; I am The past. I am no one, But, I am all, I am rising; As I fall. I am below, The one above; The one In sorrow, The one In love. I am the voice Inside your head; I am the living, I am the dead. I am the one Torn apart, I am the one With A broken heart. I am the lost, But, I am found; I am the earth, Below the ground. I am shameless; I am ashamed, I am the one Who will not Be blamed. I am the giver, But, I will take, I am the one Who will not Forsake. I will honor; I will scorn, But each of us Shall be Reborn. I am the raging Of the tide; I am the one That hides inside. I am the reflection Of your mind; I am free, But, I am confined. I am strength; I am fear, I am the passing Of each year. I am the soul; An open mind, Or, The blinkered Vision, Of the soul, Gone blind.

The insect community Has no immunity To a well cut lawn Where they cannot spawn A natural garden is always best To welcome in our insect guest When planting seeds For butterflies and bees Sunflowers empower Alyssum and Delphinium Should have dominion Foxglove they love As they descend from above Hollyhock and Potentilla Is a true life fulfiller.

Training! Getting stronger! Ready for battle! Fighting all disinformation, lies, kicking butt for truth. Let's get in the swing, knock down #ClimateDeniers #FraudsAndLiars. Stay focused on keeping yourself and the world in shape! #Fitness #ClimateCrisis #ClimateBrawl #TruthWins!