Monthly Archives: November 2023

Avalon expressions of 1st of November weather

Posted on November 1, 2023 by Rex Tyler

Tumultuous crescendo’s Coming across our skies November’s blast of stormy hail Enacts & then denies The art of manipulation Contrails seemingly Episodicwizards Impress usconfidently The tower is being battered It’s deafening out there Avalon’s corrupted By the ongoing despair

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Ballerina cruelty

Posted on November 1, 2023 by Rex Tyler

Cruelty personified Staff members made to be As evil as the owners Remember dolphins in the sea Do tricks but don’t hold a ballerina On their noses they Are being badly treated For frozen food each day Don’t ever support … Continue reading →

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Taiji’s mutants

Posted on November 1, 2023 by Rex Tyler

These are the scumbags The murdering team Who go to the temple And try to redeem Their violence and evil Their countenance dark Heartless and rotten Leaving a mark Of resentment and hate For that’s who they be Murderers actually … Continue reading →

Posted in Abandonment, activism, ARROGANCE AND DIEOFFS, Dolphin drive W banging boats, Duty of care was never there, Humanity is a shithouse, Hunting and Poaching ( includes canned hunts), Japanese food obscenity, OCEANS And water courses, Orca's and Dolphins | Leave a comment

Japanese Embassies

Posted on November 1, 2023 by Rex Tyler

The Embassy Knows of the sea Knows of the dolphins And where they be I have stood outside And bellowed long Knocked on their door Explained how wrong They are they were They have always been Told them their fishermen … Continue reading →

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Gone forever

Posted on November 1, 2023 by Rex Tyler

The cove runs red More souls are dead Their loyalty breached Tragically Youth faded fast The dye was cast Taiji broke A spell sweet folk Obliterated from this earth Imagine they knew what they were worth So much love and … Continue reading →

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Supping the obvious

Posted on November 1, 2023 by Rex Tyler

It dawns on young fawns That nutritions arrived Love and devotion Survival survived Supping and tasting Serious stuff Knock back the miracle We can’t get enough

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Hawthorn Hart

Posted on November 1, 2023 by Rex Tyler

A babbling Brook In our privacy We Took ritual to task Deliberately A wild stretch of greenery Dotted in flower Where horses stand peacefully Their chance to devour The freshness of Autumn Each cooling desire Look over yonder Our beautiful … Continue reading →

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Scary

Posted on November 1, 2023 by Rex Tyler

Be wary of dairy For dairy is scary And farmers are thoughtless And calves seemingly Are killed without question With little suggestion Females hang fast And they die frantically

Posted in A not my king story, Abandonment, activism, Animal sacrifice, animals used for food, CAFO's and factory farms, Calves and Cows and Bulls, Duty of care was never there | Leave a comment

Stevie

Posted on November 1, 2023 by Rex Tyler

That voice those eyes It was no surprise Confidence she drew Expounding in her beautiful way All that she could do Independent of Fleetwood Mac Survival seemingly An eternal prospect For an eternity

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Samhain

Posted on November 1, 2023 by Rex Tyler

It be 3.00 am And awake I be Samhains shadows Delightedly Turn forests into light filled places Deers and foxes show their faces Portals to a distant view A thinning veil Stands good and true A secret sense A soulful … Continue reading →

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