🃏😈 Cassy Black 😈🃏

Poker player, pole dancer, kickboxer. Nose broke, rebuilt. Thx photoshop, botox! Humor black. Spades a spade I'll hit you with it! Blunt punchy tweets 💀

[🃏😈 Cassy Black 😈🃏 @OracleOfTears]

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

[🃏😈 Cassy Black 😈🃏 @OracleOfTears]

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

[Grimnien 🌍 ⏳ @Grimnien]

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.

[🃏😈 Cassy Black 😈🃏 @OracleOfTears]

@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? ✊🤜

[Grimnien 🌍 ⏳ @Grimnien]

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.

[Grimnien 🌍 ⏳ @Grimnien]

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.

[KYA ZORA @KyaZora]

PULSE , lyric by @Grimnien
😍🥰

[KYA ZORA @KyaZora]

Check out kya Zora's video! #TikTok https://t.co/QxxJ2PhMRs
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

[Grimnien 🌍 ⏳ @Grimnien]

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.

[Grimnien 🌍 ⏳ @Grimnien]

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

[Moveo Associates @MoveoAssociates]

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 https://t.co/OR1pqQRSYq a non existent website. This crime has been covered up by all involved.
https://t.co/DF1W0vEf7u

[Moveo Associates @MoveoAssociates]

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 https://t.co/OR1pqQRSYq a non existent website.

[🃏😈 Cassy Black 😈🃏 @OracleOfTears]

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

[🃏😈 Cassy Black 😈🃏 @OracleOfTears]

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

[🃏😈 Cassy Black 😈🃏 @OracleOfTears]

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

[🃏😈 Cassy Black 😈🃏 @OracleOfTears]

@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. 🐷🐽🐖

[🃏😈 Cassy Black 😈🃏 @OracleOfTears]

@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. 😡🤬🤢🤮

[KYA ZORA @KyaZora]

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

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[Grimnien 🌍 ⏳ @Grimnien]

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.

[Grimnien 🌍 ⏳ @Grimnien]

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.

[🃏😈 Cassy Black 😈🃏 @OracleOfTears]

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!