Category Archives: Unborn yet able to see my dead mother

Glastonbury

Posted on June 29, 2024 by Rex Tyler

Glastonbury snorts at the evil that be The degenerate acts bring a soul agony It be a vile aspected dairy of sorts Where hundreds of babies have dark Ragged thoughts They swimmingly wander their mothers desire All Raped by the … Continue reading →

Posted in A not my king story, Abandonment, activism, Animal rape, Animal Rights, Animal sacrifice, animals used for food, Captivity, Dairy farmers criminals, Disrespect of female animals, Dumbed down and ghoulish, Duty of care was never there, Egypt, Emotional Poems, Ethereal Poems, Famine, Farming, Food, Food Processing, Glastonbury where mystery and realiity meeton the crossroads of benevolence, Humanity is a shithouse, Industrial management, Meat trade, Musical Bric-a-Brac, Nutrition, Rape, Simon and Ann, Sisterly love against all the odds, slaughterhouses and operatives, SLAVERY, The dkin trade, The skin trade, thoughts of friends who have passed on, Torture, Unborn yet able to see my dead mother, vaccinations, veganism and me, war zones, womens issues | Leave a comment

With eyes to see

Posted on April 17, 2024 by Rex Tyler

With eyes to see And a heart to feel And a mind to know That outside it’s real My country states The need to fight To back the rogues And smell the shite I have feelings for This world where … Continue reading →

Posted in activism, Animal Rights, April and it’s gloriousness, birds and the environment, Breathing and pollution, Coutryside meanderings, Dreams, Emotional Poems, Environmental Poems, Ethereal Poems, ethical pointers, Explorers and Visionaries, Feelings, Fluoridation of our water supply, Freedom and what's happening to it, Haarp and weather moidification, Human rights sex enslavement ISIL, Humanity, Internal Environments, Macrobiotics, mountains, People I have observed, Sleep, Sunshine and wintry Splendour, The crafte, The Sabbats and the old craft, Tree's that I am close to, Trees, Trees our silent friends, Trust, Unborn yet able to see my dead mother, Unrequited Love, war zones, Warriors from the medic circle, Wildness is our friend | Leave a comment

From my dead mother

Posted on December 6, 2023 by Rex Tyler

Imagine this evil What God dare peer Into the blackness The intolerable fear Unborn still warm eyes seeing all Slaughterhouse HELL HOLE

Posted in CAFO's and factory farms, Calves and Cows and Bulls, Unborn yet able to see my dead mother | Leave a comment