“Love” in languages by Day Williams

Love

Love is sweet.
Love is kind.
Love’s a beat
When we unwind.

Love is lush.
Love is warm.
Love will brush
Your hair in storms.

Love is swift.
Love is slow.
Love’s a gift
That goes and goes.

Love is wet.
Love is dry.
Love’s a bet
On two hot dice.

Love grabs hold
Of lonesome hearts
And forms a mold:
Potter’s art.

Love commands.
Love obeys.
Love will stand
When others sway.

Love is you.
Love is me.
Love is blue
When you aren’t free.

Love is young.
Love is old.
Love is sung.
Love is gold.

Love is blind.
Love makes me sing.
Love’s aligned
With angels’ wings.

Love is baby steps
And giant leaps.
Love can ebb.
Love’s for keeps.

Love is “A”.
Love is “Z”.
Love will claim
Your destiny.

Love is spunk.
Love is grit.
Love is funk.
Love won’t quit.

Love’s a breeze.
Love is sweat.
Love’s a tease.
Love’s regret.

Love’s a wound
That never heals.
Love’s well-tuned
When we kneel.

Love is Christ
On a cross,
Who for our vice
Paid the cost.

Love’s a flame
You must tend.
Love’s a game
With your best friend.

Love is space
Where planets whirl.
Love’s a place
For boys and girls.

Love’s a friend
Through sky, on ground.
Love is men
Who stick around.

Love is free.
Love is sweet.
Love is Jesus
Washing feet.

~Day Williams


Любовь Любовь сладка. Любовь добра. Любовь – это удар, когда мы раскручиваемся.Любовь пышная. Любовь теплая. Любовь будет чистить волосы в бури.Любовь быстрая. Любовь идет медленно. Любовь – это подарок, который уходит и уходит.Любовь мокрая. Любовь сухая. Любовь – это ставка на две горячие кости.Любовь захватывает одиноких сердец и формирует плесень: искусство Поттера.Любовные команды. Любовь повинуется. Любовь будет стоять, когда другие поколебать.Любовь – это ты. Любовь – это я. Любовь синяя, когда ты не свободна.Любовь молода. Любовь старая. Любовь поется.Любовь – это золото. Любовь слепа. Любовь заставляет меня петь.Любовь выровнена с крыльями ангелов.
Любовь – это шаги ребенка и гигантские прыжки. Любовь может отступать.Любовь к держит. Любовь – это “А”. Любовь – это “К”.Любовь будет требовать вашей судьбы. Любовь – это худой. Любовь – это песок.Любовь – это фанк. Любовь не уйдет. Любовь – это ветер.Любовь – это пот. Любовь – это дразнить. Сожаление любви.Любовь – это рана, которая никогда не заживает. Любовь хорошо настроена, когда мы преклоняем колени.Любовь Христос на кресте, Кто за наш вице заплатил и цену.Любовь пламя Вы должны стремиться. Любовь – это игра с твоим лучшим другом.Любовь – это пространство, где вращаться планеты. Любовь – это место для мальчиков и девочек.Любовь – подруга по небу, на земле. Любовь – это мужчины, которые торчат.Любовь свободна. Любовь сладка. Любовь – это Иисус, стирывающие ноги.«Дэй Уильямс»


حب الحب هو الحلو. الحب نوع. الحب هو فوز عندما كنا الاسترخاء.الحب خصب الحب دافئ سوف الحب فرشاه شعرك في العواصف.الحب سريع الحب بطيء الحب هديه يذهب ويذهب.الحب مبلل الحب جاف الحب رهان علي اثنين من النرد الساخنة.الحب يمسك عقد من قلوب وحيد ويشكل العفن: الفن بوتر.أوامر الحب. الحب يطيع. الحب سيقف عندما الآخرين التاثير.الحب هو أنت الحب هو انا الحب ازرق عندما لا تكون حراالحب شاب الحب قديم الحب يغنيالحب ذهب الحب اعمي الحب يجعلني اغنيالحب يتماشى مع اجنحه الملائكة

الحب هو خطوات الطفل وقفزات عملاقه. الحب يمكن ان تنحسر.الحب ليبقي. الحب هو “ا”. الحب هو “Z”.الحب سيدعي قدرك الحب هو الشجاعة. الحب هو الحصى.الحب هو الفانك الحب لن يتوقف الحب نسيمالحب هو العرق. الحب ندف الحب ندمالحب جرح لا يشفي أبدا الحب مضبوط جيدا عندما نركعالحب هو المسيح علي الصليب ، الذي لنائب لدينا دفعت التكلفة.الحب لهب يجب ان تميل الحب لعبه مع أفضل صديق لك.الحب هو الفضاء حيث الكواكب الدوامة. الحب مكان للأولاد والبناتالحب هو صديق من خلال السماء ، علي الأرض. الحب هو الرجال الذين البقاء حولها.الحب مجاني الحب حلو الحب هو يسوع غسل القدمين.~ اليوم وليامز


   Love Love est doux. L’amour est gentil. L’amour est un battement quand on se délique.L’amour est luxuriant. L’amour est chaud. L’amour va brosser vos cheveux dans les tempêtes.L’amour est rapide. L’amour est lent. L’amour est un cadeau qui va et vient.L’amour est mouillé. L’amour est sec. L’amour est un pari sur deux dés chauds.L’amour s’empare des cœurs solitaires et forme un moule : l’art de Potter.Les ordres d’amour. L’amour obéit. L’amour se tiendra Quand les autres se balanceront.L’amour, c’est toi. L’amour, c’est moi. L’amour est bleu Quand on n’est pas libre.L’amour est jeune. L’amour est vieux. L’amour est chanté.L’amour est de l’or. L’amour est aveugle. L’amour me fait chanter.L’amour est aligné avec les ailes des anges.

L’amour, c’est des pas de bébé et des sauts géants. L’amour peut diminuer.L’amour est pour les gardes. L’amour est “A”. L’amour est “Z”.L’amour revendiquera ton destin. L’amour est fou. L’amour, c’est du cran.L’amour est funk. L’amour n’abandonnera pas. L’amour est un jeu d’enfant.L’amour, c’est la sueur. L’amour est une allumeuse. Le regret de l’amour.L’amour est une blessure qui ne guérit jamais. L’amour est bien accordé quand on s’agenouille.L’amour est le Christ sur une croix, Qui pour notre vice payé le coût.L’amour est une flamme Vous devez tendre. L’amour est un jeu avec ton meilleur ami.L’amour est l’espace où les planètes tourbillonnent. L’amour est un endroit pour les garçons et les filles.L’amour est un ami à travers le ciel, sur le sol. L’amour, ce sont les hommes qui restent.L’amour est libre. L’amour est doux. L’amour, c’est Jésus laver les pieds.
-Jour Williams


Miłość miłość jest słodka. Miłość jest uprzejma. Miłość jest Beat kiedy się odprężyć.Miłość jest bujna. Miłość jest ciepła. Miłość będzie szczotkować włosy w burzach.Miłość jest szybka. Miłość jest powolna. Miłość jest darem, który idzie i idzie.Miłość jest mokra. Miłość jest sucha. Miłość to zakład na dwie gorące kości.Miłość chwyta łapy samotne serca i tworzy formę: sztuka garncarza.Polecenia miłosne. Miłość posłuszeje. Miłość będzie stać Kiedy inni kołyszą.Miłość jest tobą. Miłość jest mną. Miłość jest niebieska kiedy nie jesteś wolny.Miłość jest młoda. Miłość jest stara. Miłość jest śpiewana.Miłość jest złotem. Miłość jest ślepa. Miłość czyni mnie śpiewać.Miłość jest dostosowana do skrzydeł aniołów.
Miłość to kroki dla niemowląt i gigantyczne skoki. Miłość może Ebb.Miłość do trzyma. Miłość jest “A”. Miłość jest “Z”.Miłość będzie ubiegać się o swoje przeznaczenie. Miłość jest odwaga. Miłość jest męczy.Miłość jest funk. Miłość nie będzie się zamykać. Miłość jest bryza.Miłość jest pot. Miłość jest złośliwiec. Żal miłości.Miłość to rana, która nigdy nie leczy. Miłość jest dobrze nastrojony kiedy klęka.Miłość jest Chrystusem na krzyżu, który dla naszego Vice zapłacił koszt.Miłość jest płomieniem musisz mieć tendencję. Miłość jest grą z najlepszym przyjacielem.Miłość jest przestrzenią gdzie planety wiruje. Miłość jest miejscem dla chłopców i dziewcząt.Miłość jest przyjacielem przez niebo, na ziemi. Miłość to mężczyźni, którzy trzymają się wokół.Miłość jest darmowa. Miłość jest słodka. Miłość jest Jezus Mycie stóp.~ Dzień Williams

Melys yw cariad cariad. Mae cariad yn garedig. Mae cariad yn curo pan fyddwn yn ungwynt.Cariad yn ffrwythlon. Mae cariad yn gynnes. Bydd cariad yn brwsio eich gwallt mewn stormydd.Mae cariad yn gyflym. Mae cariad yn araf. Mae cariad yn rhodd sy’n mynd ac yn mynd.Mae cariad yn wlyb. Mae cariad yn sych. Cariad yn cyfeilio ar ddau dis poeth.Cariad yn gafael ar loneonau a ffurfiau moliant: crochenydd Potter.Gorchmynion caru. Cariad ufuddlon. Bydd Love yn sefyll pan fydd eraill yn siglo.Cariad yw ti. Cariad yw fi. Mae cariad yn las pan nad ydych yn rhydd.Mae cariad yn ifanc. Mae cariad yn hen. Mae cariad yn cael ei ganu.Mae cariad yn aur. Mae cariad yn ddall. Mae cariad yn gwneud i mi ganu.Mae cariad yn cyd-fynd ag adenydd angylion.
Cariad yw camau babi a chamau breision. Gall cariad gilio.Cariad i’w cadw. Cariad yw “A”. Cariad yw “Z”.Bydd Love yn hawlio eich tynged. Cariad yn spunk. Cariad yw graean.Mae cariad yn Ffync. Ni fydd cariad yn gwibio. Cariad yw brethyn.Mae cariad yn chwysu. Caru ‘ nghariad. Edifeirwch cariad.Cariad yw clwyf sydd byth yn heals. Mae cariad yn tiwnio’n dda wrth benlinio.Cariad yw Crist ar groes, pwy am ein harglwydd a dalodd y gost.Cariad yw fflam rhaid i chi dueddu. Cariad yn gêm gyda’ch ffrind gorau.Mae cariad yn ofod lle mae planedau’n chwyrl. Hoff le i fechgyn a merched.Cariad yw cyfaill trwy Sky, ar dir. Cariad yw dynion sy’n glynu o gwmpas.Mae cariad yn rhydd. Mae cariad yn felys. Cariad yw Iesu’n golchi traed.
~ Diwrnod Williams

Amor

El amor es dulce.
El amor es amable.
El amor es un latido
Cuando nos relajamos.

El amor es exuberante
El amor es calido.
El amor rozará
Tu cabello en tormentas.

El amor es rapido.
El amor es lento
El amor es un regalo
Eso va y va.

El amor esta mojado.
El amor es seco
El amor es una apuesta
En dos dados calientes.

El amor agarra
De corazones solitarios
Y forma un molde:
El arte de Potter.

El amor manda.
El amor obedece.
El amor se mantendrá
Cuando otros se balancean.

El amor eres tu.
El amor soy yo
El amor es azul
Cuando no eres libre.

El amor es joven
El amor es viejo.
Se canta el amor.
El amor es oro

El amor es ciego.
El amor me hace cantar.
El amor está alineado
Con alas de ángeles.

El amor es pasos de bebe
Y saltos gigantes.
El amor puede menguar.
El amor es para siempre.

El amor es “A”.
El amor es “Z”.
El amor reclamará
Tu destino.

El amor es spunk.
El amor es valiente.
El amor es funk.
El amor no se rinde.

El amor es una brisa.
El amor es sudor.
El amor es una provocación.
El arrepentimiento del amor.

El amor es una herida
Eso nunca cura.
El amor está bien sintonizado
Cuando nos arrodillamos

El amor es cristo
En una cruz
Quien para nuestro vicio
Pagó el costo.

El amor es una llama
Debes atender.
El amor es un juego
Con tu mejor amigo.

El amor es espacio
Donde los planetas giran.
El amor es un lugar
Para niños y niñas.

El amor es un amigo
A través del cielo, en el suelo.
El amor es hombres
Quien se queda.

El amor es libre.
El amor es dulce.
El amor es jesus
Lavado de pies.

~ Día Williams

Day Williams created this graphic depiction of “Love Divine.”

“Set Three,” Poems by Day Williams

When Spies Run Free

Last Days
Workin’ for the FBI
Senators’ Delight
Party
Becoming Sixty-Four
Renegades in Jail
Joe’s Movie
Look into Depths of Things

When Spies Run Free

When spies run free, then why not me
Across the NSA?
I can record the campaign plans
Of billionaires with cares
The other side will not collide
Because we will assure their loss
I share the best intel with zest
When spies run free.

When spies run free, why not thee?
Uranium will glow
I will enrich my family
Pay to play in my prime
Run with the wind across the sea
And trade your country’s best
To reach the zone where it’s been stolen
When spies run free.

When spies run free, then history
May lay our secrets bare
Such theft can be a mockery
Of patriots called
To share their lights in planet nights
Men have no friends in treachery
The conscience gnaws despite the cause
When spies run free.

~Day

Last Days

The homeless in America are cold
While Senators lean back in their sleek cars;
Abusive nightmares haunt the children’s nights
As parents huddle drunk in dingy bars.

The Dollar is adored from coast to coast
While prophets are attacked (or worse) ignored;
T.V. delights in violence and sex
As its consumers stay smug, drugged and bored.

As Chastity’s regarded as a curse,
Fidelity’s assailed on every side;
With easy money couples get divorced
As if the Lord, who hates all sin, has died.

The leaders lose their sight of Christ’s tall cross
And masses stumble under weights of sins;
The Trivial is worshiped at new shrines
And Lucifer cannot conceal his grin.

Men trample rights of widows and the poor,
Few hear the silent screams of those unborn
Who are aborted–murdered by the wolves
Who howl, “Rejoice!” when all who know should mourn.

The prophet Daniel said in the Last Days
Man’s knowledge will increase, and yet Saint Paul
Declared that knowledge puffs man up, and that
It’s love, which never fails, that’s over all.

For God so loved the world he gave his Son,
And an eternal life belongs to you
If you believe in Christ, the one God sent,
The Root of David who makes all things new.

The stone has rolled and Jesus is alive,
He will return as Judge of goats and sheep;
Now is the time to pray, the Day is near,
For those who labor in the Lord will reap.

~Day Williams

Workin’ for the FBI

Tell me a tale, you go to jail
You give me guff, you’ll see who’s tough
You get me pissed, you’re on the list
When you are killed, I am fulfilled

I’m workin’ for the FBI
I’m a law enforcement guy

You lie to me, you won’t be free,
Don’t call me out, I’ve got big clout
You “patriots” are monkey butts
You “citizens” are firing pins

I’m workin’ for the FBI
I’m a law enforcement guy

Embarrass us, we’ll fight and fuss
That Finicum was overcome
A cowboy hero was one big zero.
Don’t mess with fate, dude, we shoot straight

I’m workin’ for the FBI
I’m a law enforcement guy

You want the law? That’s us, McGraw
We’ll find pretexts if we are vexed
We lost some texts while having sex
And we’re perplexed below our necks

I’m workin’ for the FBI
I’m a law enforcement guy

You’ll go to jail and have no bail
We’ll hide your file with you’re in trial
You’ll never budge, we own the judge
So we can say she’ll go our way

I’m workin’ for the FBI
I’m a law enforcement guy

We want your guns, don’t fight us, son
We know the route, we’ll stage a shoot
You’ll walk and run to take the guns
So we’ll have power and you will cower

~Day Williams

Senators’ Delight

If anyone causes one of these little ones–those who believe in me–to stumble, it would be better for them to have a large millstone hung around their neck and to be drowned in the depths of the sea.
~Mt. 18:6

Before the vote, they drink and gloat,
Strong men on basement chairs;
They make the boys provide their joy,
And toast their love affairs

With blood and gore and sex-slave whores.
They chortle at forced sex,
The power pushes through their pores;
They crack the children’s necks.

The children’s pain excites their brains,
The world at their command:
They’re at the top and each new crop
Delights their ancient glands.

They can excuse each act they do
With clever rationales
As they abuse, pervert, subdue
The powerless with pals.

They smugly own the Nowhere Zone
Where consciences are seared;
With double face they win their race,
Their words and might revered.

With wealth untold, their acts are bold
(Protected from above);
They have beguiled your missing child,
That boy, that girl, you love.

The day they die, no angels cry
To see them fall below,
As sulfur fire won’t quench desire,
They burn in lava flows.

~Day Williams

Party

The hostess sells her paintings, thirty bills
Apiece, to pay divorce attorney’s fees;
Sammy swallows two hundred fifty pills
And drinks green tea for immortality,

And Nancy Narcissist preens in front of
Seven antique mirrors while the Vid Man
Records her every gesture in self-love
To make a monument for her mad fans.

High heels, big wheels, dark deals, sharp steals,
Stakeout is two doors down,
Rough drugs, bad thugs, warm hugs, good bugs,
This party’s goin’ down.

Psycho Sal checks the bathroom medicines,
Hot Pants the Supermodel checks for lint
On Stocktrader Tom’s sleeve; he drinks and grins
At Sallie’s dirty jokes (she’s worth a mint)

As she plays the latest music, knows the words
To every track and turns her back to Jack,
Who winks at her across a couch and bores
His editor, who suffers heart attacks.

High heels, big wheels, dark deals, sharp steals,
Stakeout is two doors down,
Rough drugs, bad thugs, warm hugs, good bugs,
This party’s goin’ down.

The Scientologist concocts a tale
To keep her on the tabloid covers; strange
Professor Vaughn has cut his penis off,
Tells students that the President’s deranged.

A kitchen pair play spoons to backwoods tunes,
Tuxedo Tom has tickets for the show,
Front-row seats for an aging pop tycoon
Who sells him his fresh drugs from Mexico.

High heels, big wheels, dark deals, sharp steals,
Stakeout is two doors down,
Rough drugs, bad thugs, warm hugs, good bugs,
This party’s goin’ down.

The rapper spills a drink and mops it up
With Cover Girl’s fur coat, her belt, her lace;
The late-night host slips her a mickey, licks
Her ear and cheek, and keeps a poker face.

The rising starlet bats her eyelashes
At the producer who has lost his wife–
A plane crash in the Andes–she lunges fast
At him as he derides the right to life.

High heels, big wheels, dark deals, sharp steals,
Stakeout is two doors down,
Rough drugs, bad thugs, warm hugs, good bugs,
This party’s goin’ down.

She checks her cell and pops a pill, she stops
To reapply her lipstick, blush,  and rouge
While Greenwich Village painter-man talks shop
About his triptych featured in the Louvre.

The Gender Studies major wants her X
To be a Y, so she has joined a cult
Where chromosomes are curdled by swan necks
In Psilocybin syrup for results.

High heels, big wheels, dark deals, sharp steals,
Stakeout is two doors down,
Rough drugs, bad thugs, warm hugs, good bugs,
This party’s goin’ down.

The upstairs bedrooms brew with body heat,
And no one talks about the campaign man
Who lured two girls downstairs with bags of sweets
And stories how he fought the Ku Klux Klan.

Behind the banister the nightgown kids
Sneak peeks at smoke and drinks and tailored clothes
‘Til Mom shoos them upstairs to watch their vids
Of princesses who would not decompose.

High heels, big wheels, dark deals, sharp steals,
Stakeout is two doors down,
Rough drugs, bad thugs, warm hugs, good bugs,
This party’s goin’ down.

The anti-fascist who derailed a train
Announces that the honored guest has come
With spells to share her Spirit-Cooking pain,
To make the babies squirm and squall in tubs,

To drink for power the adrenochrome,
To hypnotize with lights and chants and codes.
“With eyes wide shut start fires to chomp down homes,
Destroy the Old, bring in what will corrode.”

High heels, big wheels, dark deals, sharp steals
Stakeout is two doors down,
Rough drugs, bad thugs, warm hugs, good bugs
This party’s goin’ down.

~Day Williams

Becoming Sixty-Four

I’m coming up
On sixty-four
I’ll need a cane
To walk the floor

I’ll rise to pee
Ten times a night
Sometimes I’ll see
The food I bite

My bald pate shines
From porch to shed
A baseball cap
Will hide my head

I will employ
More doctors than
The wrinkles in
My swollen hands

I’ll check obits
If I’m not there
I’ll wander ‘round
In underwear

I’ll sport new teeth,
New hips, new hair,
I’ll have no job,
I’ll have no cares

‘Cept when I drift
Around the block
I’ll stop to pick
Up colored rocks

And trudge with cane
To First and Vine
And ask myself,
“Which house is mine?”

I’ll drive a car
When I can’t see
Firemen will lift
Me from a tree

I’ll tell about
My childhood pond
While grownups snore
And children yawn

I won’t recall
My childhood friends
Nor they me:
So do lives end.

I’ll mow the lawn
If I have aid:
While you cut grass
I’ll rest in shade

I’ll plant some seeds
And make them grow
Then wipe them out
With rake and hoe

My wife will ask,
“What of those seeds?”
“What seeds?” I’ll say,
“I took out weeds.”

And we’ll relax
On rocking chairs
And talk of days
When I had hair

As crickets chirp
And pigeons coo
I’ll fall asleep
And you will snooze . . .

We’ll whirl and twirl
On golden streets
Where no one cries
And life is sweet.

~Day Williams

Renegades in Jail

By stops and starts the storm arose:
Warm wind, soft rain, light snow.
At first it landed on the clothes
And did not brush the soul.

The storm increased as more awoke
And prayed for God to send
Sterner storms that would pick and poke
Beneath the skin, and end

The reign of renegades who’d gone
Unfazed by rising winds,
Lawbreakers who would wink and don
Cloaks that protected skins.

The wind bit hard, no longer warm,
And crawled inside the heart.
Poor reason perished in the storm,
Bright minds had lost their art

To plant deceit in treachery.
An evil plan recoils
Upon its maker, who won’t see
The traps until he’s foiled.

The wind bit hard, and when the sun
Came out from clouds and shone,
The renegades, their senses stunned,
Were found in cells, alone.

~Day Williams

Joe’s Movie

The local market offered me fresh fruit;
I held a bag of strawberries when Joe,
Film-maker who has never worn a suit,
Asked me to view his latest cut at home.

“This nightmare fogged my mind and followed me,
No matter how I tried to shake it off,
I shot the scenes as best my memory
Conceived it, though I may be growing soft.

Did we win World War II?” he asked his tea
As though I wasn’t there, and slid a disc
Into his player by a Harper Lee
Bird book to which he fixed a paper clip.

“A girl from the north woods gave me this book,”
He said, “when I left Phoenix for her place,
Which had been chaos, but on second look,
A midnight climax spruced up her mad space.”

“How did you feel?” I questioned. “Glad! I . . . Oh,
She made me feel I’d gone through gates to stars,
And we played like Bohemians in a grove,
Like we were space Marines who circled Mars.”

“Why aren’t you with her anymore?” I quizzed.
He caught himself, then wryly said, “Sometimes
You build a burger and make it sizzle . . .
Sometimes it tastes like Ajax dipped in grime.

What I am telling you . . . you understand?”
“No, here’s a coin if you will tell me more.”
And like a pro he said, “She met a man
Who talked of pizza, cheese, and dominoes,

Who salivated over hot dog stands
And went ballistic if the plumbing leaked,
As though he’d kill the man, for cash in hand,
Who caused it, rich or poor, urbane or geek.”

“So they weren’t meant to be?” “He skipped out on
Her; we’ve lost touch since she went to D.C.—
Another missing D.C. girl–foregone
Conclusion if you knew her company.”

“What of this movie you have filmed?” I asked.
“Inception plays among Joint Chiefs of Staff
Where Pentagon commanders wear black masks
Into great halls where spies take polygraphs

As Clockwork Orange chimes in Dulce base
While horrid mutants whimper underground
And robot soldiers run a close-watched race,
Roswell to Sandy Hook to Proving Ground.

Meanwhile, at Jekyll Island, bankers plot— ”
“I’m sorry, but I must go home to see
The missus,” said I, “and our boy, the tot,
Wants me to help him decorate the tree.”

And Joe I never saw again, though he’d
Sent postcards postmarked only with a “Q”:
The locals found his body late one eve
And deputies recovered his canoe.

~Day Williams

Look into depths of things

Change your way of thinking
Look into depths of things
Inside that scrawny boy
May be the makings of a king.

~Day Williams

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“American Freedom,” poem by Day Williams

American Freedom

You’re free to worship as you please, and speak
Your mind about your leaders, travel where
You want to go, associate with weak
And strong, with poor and rich, to share and care

With others, to begin an enterprise,
To start or join a group, to marry one
You love and raise a family, to buy
And sell a house, a car, some land, a gun,

To run for public office, to delight
In privacy at home, humble abode,
To be tried fairly if you’re charged with crimes

And have a lawyer for defense, to fight
The government for rights, for changing codes:
You’re free, freer than men in any time.

~Day Williams

JUSTICE

JUSTICE

“Follow justice and justice alone, so that you may live and possess the land the Lord your God is giving you.”

~Dt. 16:20

Haiku: A Tragedy
A tragedy:
So many murder victims,
So few convictions.
~Day

Justice and life for unborn and newborn children.

Justice for those bilked by Sandy Hoaxers.

Justice for America, trashed by traitors.

Justice for Philip Haney (d. 2/22/20)

Justice for Jamal Khashoggi, assassinated on October 2, 2018 at the Saudi consulate in Istanbul, Turkey.

Justice for Waco victims (d. 4/19/93)
https://tinyurl.com/y26xx3lh
https://tinyurl.com/yxj3kd3n
https://tinyurl.com/yymsns29

Justice for the Boys on the Tracks (d. 8/23/87)
https://tinyurl.com/yy6gujx9
https://tinyurl.com/3aqzq9 (The Crimes of Mena)

Justice for Vince Foster (d. 7/20/93).
https://tinyurl.com/y4xvfsap
https://tinyurl.com/y3236xbo

Justice for the victims of the 9/11 attack (9/11/01).

Justice for Navy Seal Team Six (15 fatalities, 8/6/11).
Death of SEAL Team 6 – Set Up and Cover Up
https://tinyurl.com/y5l4pztb

Justice for victims of the Clinton Body Count.
https://tinyurl.com/yxaautld

Justice for Americans killed in Benghazi (9/11-12/12)
https://tinyurl.com/y25ghmxj (Gun-running in Benghazi)

Justice for victims of Deep State fraud, corruption, and hoaxes.

Justice for Michael Hastings (d. 6/18/13)
https://tinyurl.com/yxpu5ytn
https://tinyurl.com/y6xnnmzl

Justice for Justice Antonin Scalia (d. 2/13/16)
https://tinyurl.com/y33ymfv6

Justice for Seth Rich (d. 7/10/16)
https://tinyurl.com/y5yv6xjj
https://tinyurl.com/y7y2u67e

Justice for victims of NXVIM.
https://tinyurl.com/ycfgvg9c
https://tinyurl.com/yc4b5kmp
https://tinyurl.com/y2q6zxvu

Justice for women assaulted, raped and acid-attacked by Muslims.

Justice for persecuted Christians.

Justice for children kidnapped, trafficked, beaten, raped, tortured, and murdered.
https://tinyurl.com/y5omdnxq

Justice for Donald Trump on Spygate.

Justice for churches in France that have been desecrated.

“Wake up, and strengthen what remains and is about to die, for I have not found your works complete in the sight of my God.”
~Revelation 3:2

Fiat justitia ruat cælum.


JOB CHAPTER THREE

JOB CHAPTER THREE

1 At last, Job cursed the day that he was born

2 By telling God: 3 “ Blot out the day I was

Born and the night my parents made a son.

4 Forget about that day and cover it

With darkness, 5 and send thick and gloomy shadows

To fill it up with dread. 6 Erase that night

From the official calendar; conceal

It with great darkness. 7 Don’t let children be

Created or their joyful shouts be heard

Again that night. 8 Let those with magic powers

Commit to put a curse upon that day.

9 Darken its morning stars; remove all hope

Of light, 10 for it let me be born into

A world of trouble. 11 Why did I not die

At birth? 12 And why was I accepted and

Allowed to nurse upon my mother’s breast?

13 Now in the silent world below, I=d be

At peace 14 with kings and their advisors whose

Palaces lie in ruins, 15 and with rulers

Once rich with gold and silver. 16 I wish I

Had been born dead, then buried, never to

Observe the light of day, 17 for in the world

Of people dead, 18 the wicked and the weary

Do rest without a worry. 19 Everyone

Is thereBwhere prisoners and slaves are free

At last. 20 Does God let me live my life

Is miserable, so bitter? 21 I keep longing

For death more than I would seek a rich treasure.

22 Nothing could make me happier than to

Be in the grave. 23 Why do I go on living

When God has me surrounded, and I can’t

Discern the road? 24 My food and drink are moaning

And groaning, 25 and my worst fears have been met.

26 I have no peace or restBbut only ills and frets.”

There You Are

There You Are

When you are nowhere
You want to go anywhere
When you are anywhere
You want to go somewhere
When you have the wherewithal
To go anywhere
and when you are somewhere
You feel like you are nowhere
So you go anywhere or somewhere
And there
.
.
.
You are.
~Day

“Nevada to Jerusalem,” poem by Day Williams

NEVADA TO JERUSALEM

(“His word is in my heart like a fire,

    a fire shut up in my bones.

  I am weary of holding it in;

    indeed, I cannot.”–Jer. 20:9)

I.

This is a country for a holy man:

Deserts like Moses knew, Sierra snows

As white as souls wiped clean, and tourist bands

Who come to plug the emptiness in souls

By playing slot machines: in short, a land

Where Paul and Peter might have rivaled shows,

Teaching Christ crucified upon a tree,

To fill those voids with Gospel truth for free.

II.

A man of middle age cannot aspire

To a youngster’s speed, and plods along to court

To plead the cause of clients, rich and poor,

Sinners all. He’ll bring God a sad report

Unless his bones are burnt by holy fire,

And like a faithful witness he exhorts

Those who prefer to mock and toss the dice

Rather than seek a place in Paradise.

III.

Angels and demons fight an unseen war,

Hendrix replaces Bach, police patrols

Bust drunks and punks, and mourn the liquor store

And crankster’s needle, symptoms of a soul

So self-indulgent Conscience works no more,

A lethal weapon on remote control.

God calls for many, is answered by few,

And battles rage on every avenue.

IV.

When Bride and Bridegroom meet in air, foreknown,

God’s trumpet call will stun the West and East,

As he, the chosen precious cornerstone

Who built a nation of his royal priests,

Returns and claims the spotless Bride, His own,

To take her to the Lamb’s Great Wedding Feast

Prepared in heavenly Jerusalem

By Him who was, and is, and is to come.

~Day Williams

Day Williams, Feb. 2020, Photo by Tanya Musselman

Important Stories That Fake News Ignores

You who are real journalists, cover important stories, and cover them fairly, accurately, and thoroughly:

Sedition and treason.

Spygate.

Adrenochrome.

Bill Gates’ and China’s plans to reduce world population.

Origin of coronavirus.

Protests in France.

Investigate what Oprah Winfrey has done behind the scenes.

Rep. Adam Schiff’s spying on elected officials and journalists.

Hussein may have spied on SCOTUS. Investigate.

Bill Gates’ efforts to depopulate the planet.

CEO resignations.

Q

Mark Zaid’s social media and his other activities behind the scenes

Child sex trafficking

Eric Ciaramella’s link to George Soros

California fires, PG&E, Gavin Newsom’s ties to big money globalists, Agenda 2030, Rothschilds. How did the fires start? Who started them?

Bernie Sanders’ honeymoon in Russia, his June 1988 visit to Moscow.

NXIVM
Pedophilia and Satanism in Hollywood

Joe Biden / Hunter Biden/ Ukraine Deal and China Deal

Joe Biden’s mental health

Sources of wealth for career politicians

Devin Nunes’ lawsuit against Fusion GPS

Rep. Adam Schiff and the Standard Hotel

Hong Kong’s fight for freedom

Yellow Vests in France

Murder of Barry and Honey Sherman

Antifa
Worldwide sex trafficking
Christian massacres

George Soros’s meddling with American politics

QAnon

Pedophilia in the Fake News Industry

Obama’s Book Deal

Obama’s sealed records

Disney involvement in pedophilia

Rep. Ilhan Omar’s immigration fraud

Booker, Harris, Kim Foxx, and the Smollett hoax

The Awan Brothers’ spying

Jeffrey Epstein and Pedo Island

Epstein’s death

Epstein’s island
Uranium One (Bob Mueller and Hillary Clinton)
Benghazi (Hillary Clinton and Barack Obama)

Death of Loretta Fuddy
Solyndra

Obama’s $65,000 “pizza party” while in the White House

Hussein’s alleged birth certificate from Hawaii
Fast & Furious
IRS targeting
Cash to Iran
Rigging a primary against Bernie
Illegally storing emails
Bleach-bit and a hammer
Hillary and DNC paid foreign agent for phony dossier
Lying under oath
Spying on Trump

Crossfire Hurricane

What really happened at Sandy Hook

False flag shootings

The Las Vegas massacre, what really happened

Sandy Hoax

Podesta emails

DNC server
Spygate
Haiti: Clinton / Silsby
Attempted soft coup against sitting President
Murder of Seth Rich
Weiner laptop
John Kerry meddles with Iran

Clinton body count

Hillary Clinton and the Waco massacre

DNC hired MS-13 as assassins

>150,000 sealed federal indictments

Murder of Michael Hastings

Murder of Ron Brown

Stories the Fake News screwed up (Bongino list):
-Covington kids -Jussie Smollett -Spygate -“Collusion” -The Ilhan Omar allegations.

For further information about stories the corporate news won’t cover, watch Liz Wheeler’s “Tipping Point” on OAN.