The Voice of the Casualties and the Fallen in Wars

The fallen, a soldier, a fallen. Imagine in a hospital gown, three weeks it's been now, just get me out of here man. I still got a lot I wanna do. I can feel in everyway who I am, no point me worrying, I'm still here, what they can't cure I will endure, its not as though I've got worse, I'm still a casualty, I'm not a hero fallen. Shell shocked all the same, its odd I feel real strong, my family is all that goes through my mind. I love this life, the gift to feel to smile to love & be loved, I bow my head down loose my breath as I think of the hero fallen. I give thanks to God, although my injuries severe, against all the odds I'm still here, I put my trust in the Docs, Nurses & the Surgeons, even the water I drink. I miss the morphine, not just for the pain but to aid my sleep. I refuse surrender rosa then red to rosa colour bieng passed then I block the fughing cavator. I should boast the pain has eased & I can eat & eat. I imagine the person in my mind I have become, how blind I was, what is life? Is all we love, all we have, even if it be a small cloud passing through a strip of blue sky from my bedside, or the fresh smell of a sea breeze, even now somehow it feels as if it's a dream, maybe I'm still in the picture & my focus has changed, everydetail seems so possible, when at any mo your another fallen hero, a number in a bodybag, this gown Im taking off. I such a desire to live, to love, to not give up, feelings of dejavu, lying on my side for near a month. I just wanna stand, run into that sea and swim until the golden sunrays set pretty babe. I have a desire to throw myself into nature's breast, smell red roses, breath, breath a sigh of silence for the heros fallen.

A letter to the Future Human’s of this Society

Shac we must strengthen our resolve. Victory against the sadist money making pill pushers is certain, we have one objective and that is to do what future humans will eventually do, and do it right fughing now. The drug dealers and there lab cronies wouldn't be expected to test the little white tablets or new brand on themselves, so they think! For now the Insurance only guarantee's a test and go policy..In pre-history when the aged lab techy was admitted to hospital, something familiar as the different nurses done there runs and the drug charts was monitored and they stared at a cardless table. what the drugs didn't cure they had to endure. Karma cloaked there reality, originally the lost loveless lab skives friendships was fused by the phony white tablet pushers fake flag stories of medical advancement fuelled there evil natures. All abstract social discrimination and money monopolized one dimensional realities will be overcome by the power of love-spirit and body-protest activism A three dimensional force. I'm not fazed by the token law and what it stands for and will only serve to change it. There is no matrix, only Love-miracles and a unrelenting fearless believe. I will stop at nothing.

Three little Angels.

I love you, you and you. Like the beautiful blue that is always the sky, even when it's cloudy its still blue behind. I love you, you and you. All of me is for all of you, you and you, that is so very easy to do. The heavenly golden sun dew rays kisses our Earth paints my favourite colour at first light. You my true loves im gonna lift always any clouds from your hearts, everyone gonna be able to see the wonder of blue, the love in you. As the sun always burns, and gives light, all of life, all of love, all because all of you, you and you. All of me is for all of you, you and you.

The story of the elephant and the twig

The story of the elephant and the twig. The ele tried so very hard to budge from a twig, but couldn't! All her life.. tied to a tree! she didn't understand the feeling to run free, but hidden deep in her heart, was a butterfly that inspired this to be. Mine is the angels stares, my soul reaches out to there smiles I endear. The flowers in the colours, the stars in the light, In the milkyway hour, empower,ignite the butterflys daydream of paradise of a day gone by another life. This love flames with fire, as she closes her eyes, pictorise and sings, a lullaby she is. Once upon a lullaby. Always upon my heart. The story of a butterfly. A lullaby you are. A lullaby you are. The morning sun burns through the fog in the reality of the day, in a golden ray of love. She flies hi, by the movement of her wings, creates phenomenal change. The sun shines in her hair with a golden daisy behind her ear. As she flies with her rainbow wings and magic fiery waves a lullaby she is. Once upon a lullaby. Always upon my heart. The story of a butterfly. A lullaby you are. A lullaby you are. So in a kind of blue, corn yellow sun, under a knotted oak, lying on a dewed green. All the leafs sparkle in the breeze..the sounds of change..a palace of dreams. The elephant listened deep in her heart, what she felt was right, was the best fight shes got. The elephant become free..when she listened to her heart, alone with the gods.

The Outsider and the Caged

An Outsider Yes! Seems like what I've stand for and stood against..has made me aware how many traitors I am surrounded by, including discrimination, Justice and the Law.The only concilation is that I've got no regrets protecting the innocent,and always will do. Yet the evil that lingers in the traitors reality, mirrors there sense of worth and place, I can not forget the hunted game looks in the faces of the guilty, the pain they can give me I will surpass with my endurance and cosmic power. I have exposed truth so as to protect. What draws me to disbelieve is how very few real good people there are. In my mind comes these few.. Thankyou to these visionaries Junior Westcar, John Rooney, Martin Jenkins.Shany Zamir, Sergeant Clark,The Red Cross, Julie Long & Alan, Maya, Ruben, Jacob, God and the Wymans Brook Posse..for giving me insight to rattling the beasts cage.

Mark Maloney speaks J Rmaya

hi, this is Mark Maloney from Jacob Rmaya, saying my writing and music will be going more in the direction that I wanted. A spell in hospital for three weeks both humbled me and inspired me.I wrote a nurseryrime and a prose about the fallen soldier.

The Story behind Jacob Rmaya

Haters, Liars, Cheats, and Bullies will come to know me well. Mark Maloney of Jacob Rmaya suggests you cool your thoughts, and then turn to God, that you remain cool and calm, up against any quest. Like riddick give me serious pressure, and I'm at serious leisure in a moral crisis I do not neutralise I’m going to make you pay, and trust you will not see it coming, what’s my name! Jacob Rmaya. I stood up out of the grave, to live another day, for the love of... So you wanna step, then grow your hair, there is no void in my river of thought, I'm at peace in a war, I'm not going to bow or become an average man with an average love that believes other peoples love is incomplete, measuring it on there own average. A chaser, liar, hater, A cheat or a bully, if you are! I'll make sure fate reveals and uncover your untruth, and then let destiny, life reveal the news, Goodbye, See ya, Call me Jacob Rmaya.
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