I Did It My Way
I did it my way, not for the applause but because,
Failure was not an option and I became a rebel with a cause.
I wanted higher education and was told I couldn’t have it all,
So I had to prove them wrong even if I had to creep or crawl.
I was accused of having a stubborn streak,
Just because I wasn’t mild and meek.
Challenging every obstacle placed in my way,
And all the negative things that people had to say.
In spite of all the “You can’t do that,” that I was told,
I stubbornly did it my way and confidently smashed the mold.
Marching to a different drummer and dancing to my own tunes,
I kept my eyes on the prize ignoring all the nay-saying buffoons.
To keep on track, I learned to juggle tasks knowing I wouldn’t be derailed.
To keep my ducks in a row, I learned to haggle knowing I wouldn’t fail.
With dedication and hard work, as sure as night follows day,
Success was mine because I certainly did it my way!
6-7-2014 - Submitted to contest “I Did It My Way” sponsored by Shadow Hamilton
The Simple Pen
I am but a simple man with pen in hand
To cut open a slice of universe with verse
And with the ink
Let it bleed not red
It flows instead with mortal colors
Over a life well spent
What is left over
We drink this in a cup
Pour more to fill it up
But little at a time
Too much reality can cloud your mind
Said the simple man with bleeding pen
Eyes can feel the unseen
Before it is verbalized and organised in pain
They seize innocent criminals that abuse letters
Eyes of creativity don’t feel no pity
They endlessly seek traumatized emotions in numerous seasons
These eyes live in the back of every tongue rotation
These eyes pee tears like polluted rain drops
Urinating deceases polluting the already sick tears
They lecture life with pride
Eyelashes that endlessly spray hope in words with no doubt
Eyes on words prefer no sun glasses but stanzas
They speak darkness in all artistic graphics
They visualize visions in brain map fantasies
A place with more sins and judgments they visit
They speak non-rated missions
When the world is rude to you don’t be picky on dreams
Dreams are never on vacation
These eyes can sense
These eyes are like pens
They are fans of disappointments while contribution stepladders
It’s like a clan
They reproduce stomach cramps using fertile words
The family of giving and receiving
Eyes on words speak in mute expressions
They build towers of tomorrow’s errors
Buildings that look down on problems
Eyes on words are like cold visions with no ice
© Raymond Ngomane
I could care less about the four
corners of insults,
That intelligence invites;
It is always the first straw of
grass that’s grows,
which reveals the popular outcast;
As a youth, I found my image cut down
into this manufactured silhouette.
Drenched in social rain, my peers
had never found me more alienated,
Then when I spoke fluently of diverse
They did everything in their power to provide
a verbal umbrella,
However, the texture remains weak and
This stormy parade that remains’ dripping is
indeed an afterthought,
For within this cranial mansion resides
For the more abstract and surreal
elements of life;
It is that secluded gland which reveals
the renaissance of men, who wear
Now wearing the shoes of a young
A taste of charisma resides in my
However this slight addiction to external
Comes in second to my first drug of
Membership into this fraternity may take a lifetime;
So don’t be surprised when resistance
knocks at your door,
Intimidated by the lion that dwells within
Indeed intellect is the misunderstood
That blossoms sweeter when accepted.
In Swat valley in Northern Pakistan
Malala, a young female teenager
Stood against the might of the Taliban
And earned the respect of those who knew her
She opposed their girls' education ban
And spread the issue all over the world
This enraged the terrorist Taliban
Who were determined to silence this girl
They sent an assassin to murder her
And he shot a bullet right through her head
But she proved to be a tough survivor
And became even more vocal instead
For her courage and heroic action
She earned the award of a Nobel prize
This defiant female from Pakistan
Became an idol in everyone's eyes
This is a tribute to Malala, recent Nobel Prize recipient.
THE ONLY THING I KNEW, BUT IT WASN'T SO NEW
TO THE WORLD BUT TO FEW, THOUGHT OF BRAND NEW
LITTLE I KNEW OF MY WEAKNESS, I THOUGHT IT WAS LIKE STEW
GOT ME TRAPPED AND INTO THE MOUTH IT GOT ME CHEWED
THOUGHT I OWNED IT, BUT IN REAL I HAD LOST IT
TO ONLY THOSE WHO'RE FOCUSED
THEM LIFE IS NOT LIKE MORNING DEW
DETERMINED AND WITH ONE AIM LIKE DORCAS
STICK TO ONE SINGLE AIM OF SUCCESS LIKE JEWS
TO WIN I THOUGHT I OWNED IT, BUT I REAL I HAD LOST IT
THE GENIUS IN EVERYTHING THOUGHT I WAS
SIMPLETON THE WORD I USED IN REFERENCE TO OTHERS
KEEPING TO MY SELF AND PRIDE AS CHARACTER I WAS
AND MINE TO THINK WAS ALL THE BEST TO HIT THE CRACKERS
PRIDE MADE ME OWN IT ,BUT IN REAL I HAD LOST IT.
NOW LEARNED IN FULL AND IN CAPACITY
REAP BEHAVIOUR AND EARNED A CHARACTER
HIT WITH THE ROD OF CHANGE AND REALITY
BACK TO TRACK FULLY LOADED LIKE A ROAD-STAR
AWAY WITH I OWNED IT,NOW WE OWN IT.
I do not know?
(special thanks to a friend who shared this tribute to Solomon Mahlangu)
Solomon Mahlangu: My Blood will Nourish the Tree that will Bear the Fruits of Freedom:
Solomon Mahlangu was trained as an MK soldier with a view to later rejoining the struggle in the country.
He left South Africa after the Soweto Uprising of 1976 when he was 19 years old, and was later chosen to be part of an elite force to return to South Africa to carry out a mission commemorating the June 16th 1976 Soweto student uprising.
After entering South Africa through Swaziland and meeting his fellow comrades in Duduza, on the East Rand (east of Johannesburg), they were accosted by the police in Goch Street in Johannesburg.
In the ensuing gun battle two civilians were killed and two were injured, and Mahlangu and Motloung were captured while acting as decoys so that the other comrade could go and report to the MK leadership.
Motloung was brutally assaulted by the police to a point that he suffered brain damage and was unfit to stand trial, resulting in Mahlangu facing trial alone.
He was charged with two counts of murder and several charges under the Terrorism Act, to which he pleaded not guilty.
Though the judge accepted that Motloung was responsible for the killings, common purpose was argued and Mahlangu was found guilty on two counts of murder and other charges under the Terrorism Act.
On 15 June 1978 Solomon Mahlangu was refused leave to appeal his sentence by the Rand Supreme Court, and on 24 July 1978 he was refused again in the Bloemfontein Appeal Court.
Although various governments, the United Nations, International Organizations, groups and prominent individuals attempted to intercede on his behalf, Mahlangu awaited his execution in Pretoria Central Prison, and was hanged on 6 April 1979.
His hanging provoked international protest and condemnation of South Africa and Apartheid.
In fear of crowd reaction at the funeral the police decided to bury Mahlangu in Atteridgeville in Pretoria.
On 6 April 1993 he was re-interred at the Mamelodi Cemetery, where a plaque states his last words:
‘My blood will nourish the tree that will bear the fruits of freedom.
Tell my people that I love them.
They must continue the fight.’
Mahlangu died for a cause!
The Struggle Continues…
(special thanks to a friend who shared this tribute to Solomon Mahlangu)
In the past I remember how things were so simple
When I was little my cheeks had such cute dimples
Looking back I remember how sweet I was as a child
When I think again my heart told me I was so wild
Yet, in time my simple choices was revealed as true as anyone
The reason I was the way I am today, I did things, to get done
Finishing lots of my undone ideas was so incredibly hard
So I figure my heart and choices should never hold in no bard
I never thought I would learn heart aches and pain
With such under statement I did things for no gain
I was a child who held true to what he has learned
But as we got older those kinda perspective would get me burned
When I made up my mind that people was not kind
I led myself in a confusion that I was blind
In the past I do recall that seeing is believing
So I was the one who stood their with friends leaving
Alone, I felt I did not belong, I cherish each person who knew me
I got older too see how the world works it stung me like a bee
The feeling of tingling ran through my vain
My view of the world and people who knew me was stained
Now I know they are out for their selves with no kind feelings
Life I know is just a joke because of who I hung out with seeing
Today as I look at the world it is in such shambles and astray
And rather fallow everyone I just walk away
I do not know?
I can see you up ahead of me
I am following
in your footsteps
no matter how fast I walk
I cannot catch up
your footsteps are bigger than mine
but they were warm
and safe to step in
you turn around
and smile encouragingly
then return to your journey
thank you for your footsteps
when I can no longer see you
they will always be here
pointing me in the right direction
Dora Roimata Langsbury
27 June 2009
Written for my father, Kuao Langsbury, for his 75th birthday gift.
Thank you – Zamreen Zarook
Thank you is a sweet word in the nature,
You may be a guy of adventure,
May be you are a person of agriculture,
What matters is your architecture.
Never forget the people, who guided you,
In no degree neglect who were with you,
Don’t ever overlook a creature, who gave a smile to you,
Because, you will meet them above you.
People forget the past due to selfishness,
They have no time to remember their unawareness,
Society, most of the times behave in awfulness,
They will understand when their lives come in to bitterness.
Be a person to thank and remember,
Don’t consider them as December,
Because, you might need them in November,
So, always be as a good subscriber.
Sometimes my poetry is just a case of words,
and not necessarily my reality;
and that’s what is so beautiful about writing
You can be who you want to be on any level
and tell secrets about fantasies that may never be;
or take trips to other dimensions on mental journeys, or places that some don’t even think exist
They mimic thoughts that manifest themselves as poetry
and rest on pages patiently waiting to adhere
My words are a reflection of my heart
and they reveal the truth behind my mask of fear
they deliver reality doses whether they are just cases,
or me in the absolute right here
My words exude positive intentions;
my imperfections apparent but I accepted rejections
and reversed dejection
and decided to bare all my fantasies, my flaws my very soul
Uncertain how voiced verses appeal to outside sources but internally they set me free
They provide a medium of light and creativity
A chance to apply knowledge and a time for reflecting on and making changes in my frequency
My words are attached to my soul and its overwhelming ability to just be
They reflect what I was before
the choices I’ve made and the reasons that this life is perfect
according to divine order
They represent the voices of my ancestors from the beginning of time
because up until now,
the ending wasn’t within reach so I make sure that I
carefully choose the format and the right place and time
to deliver the message that may be blatant or hidden inside –
of the abstract placements of verbs
giving praise to the source of power that calmly submits to the voice
connected to my words
I am the originator of my own words
I hope that you are inspired, or simply entertained
by the process by which I've placed my words
We have been together
treasured joy now for many years
we trust each other with our
emotions, with affection, tears,
Any day when you are sick or hurting
I feel your pain - significant other,
when eighter-one needs attention
we help one another...
These mutual friendly feelings
for assistance, approval, support
form our tight bonds,
usually never broken
Sharing visions, time together
we respect each other,
regardless of shortcomings
I know you, "I love you anyway"
Manifestations in life come from chosen
application of frequent thoughts in one's mind
Reveals and befalls a person's existence
Resource for combustion the fuel is spirit
This one can learn even if they not humble
All acts come into being through the body
Impulsive are the desires of body
Selfish at times be these acts one has chosen
Passion does carry energy for spirit
yet this life adventure is just one existence
There are many more for the creative mind
This should cause all to pause and be humble
Still those deny that there is a co-existence
carrying on with life never be humble
they all follow the dark path they have chosen
allowing uncontrolled thoughts to run the mind
Reluctantly it does comply the spirit
Paid by his holy sacrifice of body
Unlimited is the source of the spirit
becoming aware of this is to humble
knowing there is more than human existence
Serving only as a vessel the body
placed to carry out the deeds that are chosen
Placing utmost importance on state of mind
Considerations to remaining humble
It provides one with a peaceful existence
thoughtful are all of the decisions chosen
Willing compliant must be the spirit
Stable and balanced at all times is the mind
Righteous and just are the acts of the body
Coming to an understanding in one's mind
Relating all things as is to the body
Ever present to assist is the spirit
a faithful and loyal companion chosen
who steadily remain fixed to be humble
There in part lay a eternal existence
Sought after is a chosen
of mind, body and spirit
They tell me to express myself with words so foreign that I question myself.
Verbatim. Diction. Syllabic expression.
Please explain to me, a kid from the projects, what the hell you talkin about?
Cuz where I'm from you spit rhymes like bullets.
Lock and load.
Don't wait for a reaction.
Ready, Set, Go!
Crime is our muse, drugs are our fuel.
You can judge from a distance but remember.
We don't affiliate with none of yo crew, talkin bout red, white, and blue.
I consider myself patriotic to my youth.
But if I dare break down these walls myself....
You will see that I am an exquisite young lady hidden underneath "white trash."
I call it camouflage.
Don't you see?
I can explain to you the differences between an Italian and an English Sonnet.
Describe the meter of a Langston Hughes piece, or even write a couplet myself.
But those things won't teach you how to survive.
Not around here.
So I'll act illiterate, and act like I don't give a shit.
Just to prove a point.
But in the back of my mind I'll be counting rhyme to make sure that words come out in time.
All the while I'll delude my real self till I am no longer in the presence of fools.
I'll hide behind the green bushes and tumbleweeds that are my second self.
And put my dictionary back on the shelf.
Because unfortunately to be real means to be ignorant, and to be intelligent means to be indignant.
Fear of Numbers
Fear of numbers is real
They carry adding machines on their backs
And loaded numbered guns
Divide and subtract from families and everyone
With two times the pleasure two times the fun
Double their trouble on the run
You cannot escape the digits on your hands and toes
They are counting on you to pull them through
Children fear math and numbers like the plague
Run from them at multiple fractions of a second
Poof!...Like zero, (Is that a real name and number?), they are gone
Figures hide behind accountants glasses
Hitting you with tons of taxes
Not to be divisive or derisive
Or taken down in dividends
I think they’re out to get you
In the end they have no =
Something’s don’t add up
You can count on that
They were Meriwether Lewis and William Clark,
Her name was Sacagawea.
On an expedition they did embark
Finding the passage to the sea.
Down the Missouri they traveled,
Then slithered 'round the Snake River bend.
Rocky Mountain weather and sickness battled;
At the Columbia River they'd end.
©2013 Honestly JT
There things education should give
Pain and despair, and
The other the spirit of quit.
Because I'm Ready To Grow Up
I have had enough
Enough with the happy times
I'm ready to take on the stress
No more playground or bubbles baths please
Enough with the piles and piles of mess
I'm grown up now ready for change
I had it with being a baby bird
I don't want to be fed I don't want to cry
I want to get out of the nest, spread my wings
I want to take flight in the sky so high
I had enough of the princess dresses
Get rid of those Barbie dolls
Throw away all those plastic high heels
And bring on the teenage texting of Lols
Don't u get it I've had enough
I'm ready to grow up to break out of the shell
I'm prepared to take on life's earthquakes
Waiting for the day when I'll have stories to tell
Princesses and fairies will never be real
There is nothing in the world that's free
You don't magically have a happy ending
All i can be in life is me
So I'm ready to grow up
To escape the magical world
For you have to earn whatever you want
Nothing comes in a pink sparkly twirl
So I've had enough
Rip my childhood apart
I'm happy to face the impending future
drown the happy memories in my heart
IT WAS IN A RACE
AMONG , I WAS IN RACE
AMONG THE HEADS FOR SUCCESS
SOME SPECTATORS BOO
SOME SPECTATORS WOO
SOME ATHLETES FELL
ON THE TO SUCCESS
THEY DANCE TO THE TUNE
OF BOOING SPECTATORS
I DANCE TO THE TUNE
DESTINATION , WE ARRIVED
AND FORTUNE SMILE ON ME
Class or Claaassee !
Night owl with an open circumstance fears
from blue neglect with the rages of unfortunate
idealisms---“why don’t you”---a nag nag nag
sequence, fosters an arm’s length gaze glance
I peer through picket fence fingers, while tongue
depressing hop to it euphemisms to gag
your elementary gesture fantasies with lurking
adult gonatitudes, (envy) in full glee—“I don’t
care---but then what if”---and
would even believe me if I tried to tell
you the truth, you don’t want to touch in mind.
I fail to the order of kindergartenal suicide
and prose my character to mold your moods in
one tenth hope of a swelled down deep particle
secret desire. Take it for what it is and not think
to misabandon, stop look and feelisten.
Your neighbor is only good as you. Plain
simple downdeep and bittersweet bliss bias
but for—lorn fortunate to at least gain a
Goldilocks glimpse into your uncouth
vascular unconscious. Given a mathetical
½ chance I may le-learn a think or 2
and----------------------hey, gimme me a hecka break
as he razed her eyebrows.
A life, a life has been given
given for propose?
A propose beyond control
Your shield is a marvelous, intense blue.
A deep, courageous, hopeful light
guides us down below with a composed ear,
what must it be like to be within your grasp?
What must you think of us?
An intricate, complex mass or do you think we must wake up,
wake up and live now, with nothing but love in our presence?
Then, and only then,
Would we be finesse.
Then, and only then would we become deep, courageous, hopeful light.
What must you think?
Copyright © Christina Clark
An old man looking out his door,
gaze fixed on a distant shore,
reminiscing to a time, not of happiness,
or, the prospect of a bright future,
to when he was sick to his very core,
to when as a youth, he went to war
A time before infallibility had meaning,
patriotism and bravado the craze,
the future was still unknown,
vigor for life at its all time high,
a time for romance, partying, buying,
no thought of pain, deformity, dying
Too young to understand or question,
ship to foreign shore, medals abound,
will impress the girls next time in town,
sacrifice not temporary,
a legacy etched into a wall, few will remember,
flesh shredded, burned, torn,
A time, when he willingly went to war,
will happen no more,
all lost in youth, now unrelenting,
no blind obedience,
long life, his number one ambition
As he turns back from the door,
he thinks of the youth,
here now, soon no more,
lessons never learned,
the call to war,
to common the roar,
complacency the mood,
another generation removed
The old man agonizes
over what was originally not known,
war is preventable,
life too precious to waste,
the solution simple,
his vision, maybe too late
Send old men to the front to fight,
arthritis, heart disease, poor eyesight,
let the youth enjoy their life,
his near over, its only right
Send old men, to the front, to fight
ask them to give up their life,
patriotism and bravado, still alive,
will and desire would not last the night,
old men do not rush to death in their twilight,
failure inevitable, the old man smiles,
knows he's right
Wars not possible,
if old men, are sent to fight
A poem wrote by me, based on Person who is a deserving icon but still struggling hard with his career life and addressed as disturbed creature.
DISTURBED CREATURE--> Am I ?? BY Mrs.Madhavi Suyog Pagare
Am I so insane, Am I so mad,
Dramatic mood of mine is so die hard.
Destroyed my peace, Shattering my dreams,
People call me as disturbed creature.
As like mounting the pain, attenuating the drain!!
Digesting my feelings lying inside me,
Strangely nobody cared, call me sick.
Teasing me lavishly and my heart is pricked,
Hurted me like hell when addressed me as stupid.
As like showering rain, missing on the lane!!
Time lapse in journey of life,
Can hamper anybody on its path.
When I see innate reflex of mine,
I always use to brightly shine.
Though possessing every job attributes of mine,
I never thought the authorities will ditch and hamper my career line.
Falsely acting bloody swine, making my image as fade as wine.
As like affecting harmonious divine, my soul was, as is transparently pristine!!
Destroying me and testing my patience, Never wanna give up.
Transformed deviations, wanna rightly screw up.
I wanna raise up, I wanna shake up.
I wanna wake up, Tranquilize my mind.
Unzip the professional life compressed by the culprits.
Wanna explore myself, driving the motivated heights of journey.
Lastly waiting for the optimistic opportunity.
Cuffing the suspect ,I wanna rejoice by my pattern of life!!
with Suyog Pagare
I'm often repeated and hardly defeated
Could be good, bad or ugly
it all depends on what you make of me
I run a full course when fully encrypted
I am Habit
I can make you soar sky high
As well as fuel your eyes to cry
Can lead you to great profit
or lay you down underneath
Its still me Habit
A friend to both the achiever and mediocre
The very small stream that makes a river
What's your flavour? I make and mar
Can keep you redundant or take you far
Call me Habit
Be firm with me and you'll achieve a great feat
Be easy with me and you'll be wasted six feet
The Emancipation Proclamation was put
into effect in 1863,
That meant freedom for slaves,
the ones who looked like me,
blood, sweat, and bullets were shed along
innocent civilians put through years of hell
and fed with fears,
nooses invaded necks,
in the home of the brave,
in the home of the slaves,
blood flowing as they gaze,
lynchings were congregational,
white kids kids were taught to look at
them as merely educational,
he is just another tally in the stat book,
slaves screaming until exhaustion as they
were made to look,
saliva often found homes on the pits of
jeopardizing our case,
exasperating our race,
if you had children they often vanished
without a trace,
we were taught not to embrace,
each other in any way,
I know the only way we made it out is the
good Lord's grace..
I'm not the greatest of all-times, but when I'm done,
I'll be an all time great in this lifetime of mine
Like the late great who came before my time
I will breed a new lifeline, that will breathe life like march of dimes
My story lines, will bring truth life; like troops who fight
Overseas, for rights of those who believe that death is life
Now that ain't right!
As the rich is getting richer, eating fillet me-non, while we barely feeding our appetite
Night after night
Survival has waged a war that gave us no choice but to battle and fight
Although, we'll be all right
They say we a dying breed, but that ain't right
Instead we're the light to a lying greed
That will enlighten life to a brand new seed
A man of God indeed
Freed from the Son that bleeds
Like the summer breeze
He's the sum that equals the amount of air I breathe
The air that please
A satisfaction like the birds and the bees
My word's words are the keys
That will fornicate with the mind and give birth to a seed
A seed of social change, that'll change our social economy
So shall our comradery
That will bring comfort to a struggling society
A synonym...similar to a civilization seeking for unity
Unifying the physics of theory
That seeks to explain the synopsis of a dying philosophy
Similar to the Cosby
X-cept my scrip-tic will speak more about our reality
Like life's calamity
And everything else in life that's destroying us systematically
However, I've discovered a system
That can mathematically destroy ignorancy
And turn our state of mind intellectually
I elect that He (God) selects me to be
And be that man who may lead this community
So that they (My Peoples) may commute with me
En-route to a destination, destine towards our destiny
Like we were destine to be
We were meant to be "Great" like the late great that came before we.
Because we are...
The reflection where perfection gave birth to the definition of greatness
Where great means Competent, Skilled, Well Informed, and Tremendous
Our potentials are endless
And only we not even the enemy can put an end to this
So it's time we put a stop to this
The biggest enemy of self
And that's envy and jelousness
Cause after this is Heaven or Hell and that's all there is
A promised made sealed with a kiss
Is the next best thing since "In the beginning"
In the first chapter of the first verse in Genesis!
Yet he lets bad things happen
How can he exist?
Judas betrayed Jesus’s whereabouts
End, was near
Son of God, knew this
Universe of the Son of the Divine Father, restored
Sins of man forgiven, Prince of our Universal domain, alive in the hearts of his children
Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama)
So soon after supper, you’ve forgotten
Those ones you called your alter egos.
Said adieu and you did not stay o!
So soon you forgot those ones?
The one you met and greeted in clan,
During moon, storm, wind, rain and sun.
When did you see such last o!
Have you forgotten that one?
The day you laughed, soul solo,
The day you wined and dined with time.
The day you saw what meant not see o!
Have you forgotten that one?
(Look) lad and lass, you’re right about your proof,
You hailed from the noble city.
But useless you to the piss poor, when yet yearning for more o!
Have you forgotten that one?
You’re known before your canker-worm,
You’re (now) renowned of being perilous.
In addition is your notorious nature o!
For God’s sake, did you forget that one?
It’s you that’s spotted in the red road,
Caught red handed and still didn’t repent.
Wake up and have a rethink of your ways o!
Be pure heart and build a better unforgettable one.
It isn’t right when you rolled late in rock n’ rule,
It’s lovely then to have discovered you’ve inborn.
The loveliest of all is mastering one at a time o!
Let’s hope you wouldn’t forget that one.
Tis terrible there you mounted upon
Would you mind stepping down from there?
Saying wisely, you are the master of your ships o!
But stay grown, before you decide that one?
Wanderer (like yourself) wouldn’t warn you youth.
That is your life you’re playing apart.
Stay put so as to not cross your luck in the vain search o!
Let’s hope you wouldn’t forget that one.
Having a slot in the scorching sunny days,
Pitter-patter you’re yet there.
Should no vacancy, don’t let longing for home hook you o!
Work (more) harder, and there you get a better one.
Thinking about joy to come without working towards joy,
Hoping that that will bring forth the fortune you crave.
Joy won’t near you until you dare joy o!
Never forget that one.
Often, you’re inspired by rich men virtues
These call for emulations, they’re what you lip.
The outer- ordinary you see but careless about digging o!
And what would you call that one?
There you’re when you suddenly spoke,
And found your blurred lids exposed to transient.
Deeply lost when you lock in lack of exposure o!
To knowledge, you dare not forget that one.
You know what; I think you’re right,
That wrong rag-tag rule is the reigning rule.
But that got nothing doing in your personal dreams o!
Let’s hope you’re aware of that one.
You met your kinds in the region seemingly round.
Or have you forgotten that one?
Soils and skies make sphere most suitable for soul o!
Don’t say that, you forgot that one.
For you to assure me you note those terms
Show me what you’ve taken down.
About war, perhaps fun, or on allies and foes o!
Let me hear you on those ones.
Always remember you lived zero worlds,
Always remember you toured the middle worlds.
Since the last worlds, is still obscured o!
Live those ones you know as one.
So soon at first light, you’ve forgotten
The one you proclaimed your alter ego.
Said farewell and you did not save o!
So soon you forgot that one.
Let’s hope in the struggle through life,
You wouldn’t forget someone.
That perfected you in the most appealing beauty o!
Let’s hope you wouldn’t forget that Worthy One.
"When I Grow Up"
When I was five, I was asked what I wanted to be when I grew up.
I told them I wanted to be a princess.
When I was eight, I wanted to be a waitress.
When I was twelve: a teacher.
When I was sixteen: a doctor.
Now when asked what I want to be in the near future,
I know exactly how to respond.
I want to be happy.
Before a rainbow appears
there must be a little rain
Before we find true love
we must have a little pain
you might run away from your problems
but your problems still remain
you have to leave the past behind
before you can make a change.
To travel through life successfully
you have to accept life is no bed of roses
and you have to ride the storms
see problems as a challenge
you can learn from
take the bull by the horns.
You can't rely on others
to give you a helping hand
and get on
you may have won a battle
but there maybe a war to overcome.
Life is for living
and serving God up above
to thank him for all he has done
and his love.
Don't put off until tomorrow
what you can do today
or one morning you may wake up
to find it's too late
your old and grey.
written 29th June 2013
Recalling that day at school, the teacher set that task..
what do you want to be? she asked the class..
My answer was simple, so I had thought...
to be a mum, I'd have six kids and live on a farm
If you would believe, that's exactly what I received
but it was not made to come with ease
For the fathers I had sadly chose, became prideful and greedy!
never til now did it cross my mind, my babies would someday not need me
Leaving me again to think, what do I really want to be
as faith would have it, as it had been planned so I'd see
For the FIRST! time, direction would finally enter into my life
poetry writer; was soon to amount of me, after I'd become a wife
Now poems are continuously raging within my head, all wanting to be read
as I failed English on an epic scale, to believe this dream inside of my head
At 38 years old, I see my life heading back to school
maybe this time round, I won't play the class fool!
I Love the elderly
so full of history
I love my generation
who kept me a mystery
I love the children
who's future, now bright
for I have died for them
to capture the light
for i understand
pain more than ever
once I released it
the anger got better
as it went away from the people
and into my music
without a single
reason to prove it
without a reason
to let Love's light in
I didn't, it found me
and lesser I sin
God and my father
both let me know
it would all be okay
so very long ago
even tho the road
would be full of pricks
even back then I'd tell them
you can all suck my dick.
It's been a good run
To the back side of sixty,
The short side of time.
First Hollywood kiss
Behind a pink crepe myrtle.
Thanks, Patsy Werner.
High school was okay.
Didn't help me to focus;
So, my mind wandered.
Surfed Bonzai Pipeline,
Big waves break into lava.
What made me do it?
I wondered why I was there.
Smoking pot. Stereo.
Good fun in the seventies.
And three wives later,
I finally found true love.
We're still together.
My destitute heart,
Saved by the sweetest angel.
I love you, Sandy.
Sooners are my team.
Most winning football program
In the Modern Era.
I am retired now.
But I have plenty to do.
I've been writing more.
Perhaps I will write a book.
I have many tales.
I'd chase young girls; but,
Girls with a "grampa" fetish
Are so hard to find.
If I am lucky,
I will just drop dead one day.
With my peace of mind.
Yes, made a good run
To the back side of sixty,
The short side of time.
I simply love being me
for I am so good at everything
step into my city and they
will tell you who is King
one day when I am hungry
I will swallow everything
then and only then shall I
inherit the stuff I dream
even then I promise
not to settle for satisfaction
at any instant half a second
I could spring into full action
so go against me? please,
you do not even measure
up to half of the goodness
that I hold tight like my treasure
still spreading rumors about me
to try and destroy my life
can't believe I let myself get beat by
a stripper and my self-intended knife
try and say I'm gay
even though we both know that isn't the truth
just ask any woman I been with
if they ever needed proof
they'll say I was the cream of the crop
as they took it all night knowing
I just may never stop
I own the status of a legend
now what you got left to say
when I bring it twenty-four seven?
I'm not going to be afraid anymore of you and your bullying ways.
You've been bullying me over and over again, day after miserable day.
You call me names, sometimes you push, shove, say bad things to me, and spread
rumors about me to other kids.
I told my parents, teachers, and principal too. You always lie and say bullying is not
something you do or ever did.
So, it's obvious I have to solve my own bullying problem by taking a stronger stand.
I'm not going to be afraid of you anymore, this I hope you clearly understand!
Short of having to fight you, unless you provoke me to, you will no longer bully me!
Can you hear the strength, sincerity, and passion in my voice? I'm not going to be afraid
of you anymore. It would be in your best interest to immediately take heed!
The blind leading the blind, what is seen is how its heard
the thoughts that make the story are lost behind the words
do you see it as you view it, or take a deeper look
do you read into the narrative or judge the cover of the book
Is the figure cold and dirty, the shell of what he's made
or the unforgiven soul, that is waiting to be saved
does that body clad so poorly hold more than what is shown
or just another mannequin, that has reaped just what was sown
Did you spare a dollar this morning or was your vision blind
or was that lonesome beggar just in the shadows of your mind
you see that youth with his hooded clothes and jeans hung round his waist
could he be a high school scholar or does his style not suit your taste
That girl there, with the pushchair, yes she has a name
does she love the child she carried, or did she play a stupid game
And that solemn face behind the bars,the prisoner to his crime
Or the broken life held captive and the victim of a lie
That woman in the wheelchair, animated by expression
does she really have no hopes and dreams or are you too deaf to listen
that classy car, the modest tie, the briefcase at his side
is there a dark deceitful truth, buried deep beneath his pride
no life ahead with a dead end job, shovelling gruel from a grease filled tray
or the maturing child of a broken home, paying bills 'mum' couldn't pay
two babies need to find new homes, is it proof she couldn't cope
or could she not make the perfect life so instead she gave them hope
So they live on a rough estate, they're deviant thieving 'yobs'
and see their buttoned shirts and ties, they're private school 'snobs'
do you just see flecks of peeling paint, view this canvas as a whole
or define each stroke of the artists brush that reach right to the soul
If opportunity played a fairer game and made judgement realise
then possibility could do its part, allow wisdom to remove disguise
yet with judgement passed and truth unseen, realisation is unable
to protect our children and ourselves 'living under the weight of a label'
Lust for the Truth
Time shrugs and accepts growth
Today we need a miracle of revolutionized culture to survive with our heritage's past for our future.
Many of us don't even know our traditional language no more.
So much has already been taking from us that it seems most of our culture is forever lost.
There is a big difference between white man's law and our Native American laws,
Many of us have been here in America since time began here in the America's and the only waste we leave behind is the bodies of our people burried like our culture is being buried in the prarie.
The white man has raped and took our culture and way of life from us.
So what kind of legacy will we leave behind as a Native people? We must reject the white mans way, we must take no part of it, but how can we when we are now a conquered people among a conquering people which a majority remain white.
We as a Native people only want to survive so that we can remain who we really are, and its our language and traditions who make us who we are and it is dying at a alarming rate.
Our way of life is today is almost gone and how can we ask to pass on our culture when too much of it is gone and soon our people's legacy will be just that, a legacy.
We are the lost generation of young Native's unseen to the mainstream American eyes.
So with that said we as a people must cling onto what we have left because if we don't do it now we will never get back to who we once were as a people.
There used to be millions of buffalo that feed, clothed and helped us survive as a people now the buffalo roam no morem and all that roams the prairie is a broken dream of many spirits longing for the living to bring back the buffalo.
Many of our elders and great one's died are will killed too quicly for their knowledge to be passed down the wisdom of our great people.
Now we have to pick up the many broken piece's where our ancient ancestors left off.
Now for the one's who do want to keep our culture alivewe have to teach ourselves what we dont already know with experience.
Now that the cultural leaders are dead and gone we have to search deep within ourselves to know who we really are as a ancient Native people.
We must teach our children now for great grandma's and grandpa's are in our children, many or almost all just don't lnow it yet.
My life and the life of my peers belong not to certain indivduals but the life we live and breathe belong to the people no matter our Native blood degree, it's not that our children belongs to us rather it's us that belong to the children.
Morning beach caressing white sands and waves
Murmuring the forgotten song ready to roam,
Towards the lonely rock , paradise of the young waifs
With volatile desires and dreams, all gone.
Vulnerable verdure near living volcano, a hot place
Cast by a fleet of green clouds on yellow skies
Where misleading light showed the fate`s lace.
The red flame goes kingly down, until sunrise.
Kindliness, on an empty beach smiling to man;
Knitting covering the sides of the rock calls life in.
The hot rock will knit the smoking brows again;
It makes signs towards the graceful sea with green skin.
Like an inward song for a deaf beach somewhere,
There the volcano seems asleep in a hush of salt air.
A serpent underneath blue sky,
in shade of man, in twinkle of an eye,
above brick wall, in the structure, at the floor,
venom of white dove; contaminated food, undrinkable water,
misguided youth, pregnant daughter, unfaithful father and hateful son,
mothers do pray while we walk through Babylon;
on teli and in the press, on top shells,
price none the less, in bedroom and at your door..
dawn of a new day seemed to be dark,
I am valuable but not worth any price
I am precious but far more than gold
I am productive but not for abuse
I can talk but not to be abused of talking
I am hardworking but not to be a slave
I am a wife but I am an individual too
I am a mother but I'm just human
I am strong but I get tired too,
I am in flesh, so I need rest
I care but I value myselft first and foremost
I am kind but need kindness too
I listen but not to be lied to
I run the house but I deserve to run myself too
I am the help meet but I need support too
I understand but not to be misunderstood
I provide but I need to be provided for too
I run the kitchen but I need to run my self too
I am the housewife but I am a wife too,
I am married, to my husband, not the house!
I love but I should not be taken for granted
I am weak but not to be raped, beated and scratched
I am submissive and obedient but not to be exercised power abuse on
I am a cheerful giver but not to be robbed
I am soft but not to have my blood squeezed out,
I am full of life but not to be taken away from me
Yes, I am a woman,
Created to live,
Not to be a woebegone!
1984 Has Gone.
Nineteen eighty four has gone
But still it's not too late.
George Orwell got the date all wrong
But he recognized our fate.
His words are being acted out
You can see it everywhere.
George Orwell was a prophet man
His truth's at you they stare.
And so we sit, the TV on
As we stare into it's rays.
And the adverts roar so loud and clear
and with our minds they play.
"You must have this, you can't do that
They tell you how to live
And all they think you need to know
Though they haven't much to give.
And everyone be taught to think
Just like the one, the other.
As little bricks they each be formed
But the truth's kept undercover.
And not too many want the truth
Or even think at all.
So me, I turn that TV off
It drives me up the wall.
What is it to see the soil of home again?
A welcome, snow-struck and a return
To cold; sharp white contrasts sunburn.
We converse in broken tongues to men
We know, hooked on holiday language
Comprised of wandering hand signs.
Collect the car and pay parking fines,
Drive through towns and over a bridge
Until we reach the Western gateway.
Oh when will we arrive at our house?
No camels there, only field mouse
Which are eaten by our cat anyway.
The plane flies for an age, slyly yawning
Through the stretching, pealing sky,
A knife through air; what it is to fly.
Our travels over; a new day is dawning.
We don’t know what tomorrow brings
So we just can’t speculate
And it will make no sense
For us to just sit down and wait
The love we found today
We both know it’s real and true
All love with face some obstacles’
But love will always make it through
Some people will try to hold back
What they are feeling in their heart
When they know this love is a fairy tale
Romance Right from the very start
We are worrying about the future
Bout the unknown is like a blank page
But god can close the curtains anytime
Down on any one’s stage
I know a man who loves woman
He falls for her heart and soul
And his parents says it’s crazy
He’s too young and she’s too old
So they stop them from getting marry
Causing years of pain and sorrow
While driving he got in accident today
And they will bury him tomorrow
And the wound in her heart won’t stop bleeding
And every breathe she wish was the last she take
A little boy calls his dad, saying look, look ,dad
And they found her body floating in the lake
His parents was worried bout the future
Although they know it was unknown
But still they plant the seeds of pain
Now look what it has grown
Why didn’t they let them be together?
For today all that remains is sorrow
For trying to change the course of true love
They have taken away their tomorrow
For today they would have been married
And build a happy home of love
But now they are two lost souls
Forever roaming the world above
Some times one year of happiness
Is worth 100 years of being alone
For as long as two hearts are true
Forever the flowers of love will bloom
And as long as there are stars in the sky
And the waves must come to the shore
People of all different ages
Will be falling in love forever more
But what if tomorrow never comes
And you let today go
Then the real magic of true love
You will never get to know
ABC of Poetry
A is for Abcedarian which is what is this poem’s aim
B is for Blank Verse which is metered rhyme with scheme
C is for Chant Royal with six stanzas, same refrain
D is for Doidotsu a funny folk song from Japan
E is for Ekphrasis concerning Objects 'D Art
F is for Free Verse, flowing directly from the heart
G is for Ghazal. telling of love’s beauty, despite pain
H is for Heroic Couplets, tales imparted by rhymes and iambs
I is for Idyll, depicting a peaceful scene
J is for Just a blank page, this form is not yet seen
K is for Kwansaba. adhering strictly to number seven
L is for Lyric, to express our thoughts and feelings
M is for Monorhyme, a story with just one rhyme
N is for Narrative, when a story takes a long time
O is for Ode, a poeme, serious and meditative
P is for Personification, when inanimate things show feeling
Q is for Questionku that of course ends with a question
R is for Romanticism where love is very personal
S is for Sapphic Stanzas where syllables ebb and flow
T is for a Tanka, a rather elongated Haiku
U is for Undulating, words to rhyme and then to verse
V is for Villanelle, that repeats a refrain for emphasis
W is for Writers Affirmation when our Muse has disappeared
X is for the X rated not a form, and not found here
Y is for Yodel...... that's a form not written but sung
Z is for ZaniLa Rhyme that flows smoothly on the tongue.
So many things to remember to create our poems and rhymes
We celebrate our muses over centuries of time.
I do not know?
Hand in hand we walked
together into Reception
Nothing could stop us and
together we were three
James and I LARP-ed Doctor
Who for fun
We talked and laughed for
Because no stress was in our
Anna and I smiled and laughed
And jumped on our bouncy
With nothing dividing us.
Side by side we walked
together into Year 6
Some stranger stopped them to
talk and broken we were alone
James and I talked about
Doctor Who for fun
And we talked and kissed for
But misunderstanding broke us
Anna and I still smiled and
And joked about our bouncy
But secondary school was going
to divide us.
With no one there I walked
alone into Year 7
And a stranger became my
friend and together we were
Violet and I both loved Doctor
And James found Dominic
So James and I talked for mere
And school started pulling us
Anna and I still laughed and
Still promising to be friends
Never letting it divide us
Suffocating and drowning I
walked into Year 9
Hating how I was and feeling
Katie and Chloe were so pretty
And Violet so funny and all
were better than me
James and I hardly talked or
saw each other
But we still made the most of
As we were like family, stress
couldn’t break us apart
Anna and I laughed but I did
not smile genuinely
Because the bouncy castle was
And our schools were beginning
to divide us
Dead yet breathing I stand
And I hate who am I and every
Fights broke us up and pulled
So I can feel Katie, Violet and
Falling further out my reach
James moved house to a place
And blamed me for never
talking to him
But really it was because of my
ex who was a girl
It was for something beyond
Anna and I were still friends;
only by a thread
As she did not know about me
And how school broke me apart
So this is me now; I’m all alone
No longer the smiling young girl
The only person talking to me
And the voice in side my head
You see; they all left me and
So now the only call I answer
Is that of my blades
And the darkness
That is constantly
Everybody knows that it's against the law for grown men and grown women to date all of the underage boys and girls,. let alone a 14-year-old boy or a 15-year-old girl. The law also states that any adult who tries to have this so-called "intimate sexual relationship" with any of the underage boys and/or girls would likely go to jail for a period of time and upon release, they'll have to be register sex offenders for the rest of their lives. It seems that those teen girls would rather date men in their 20's or 30s than guys their age and those teen boys would rather date women twice their age than girls their age, as well. but luckily, their parents (the mothers and the fathers) are here to prevent these so-called "May-December" relationships from ever happening, especially when they're protecting their teenage offspring from dirt-bags like these would-be pedophiles. But no matter what the parents do, no matter how hard they try, their teen sons and/or daughters, they secretly continuing dating older men/older women, even at night (midnight, 2 am, or 3 in the morning, e.g.). And the next thing everybody knows, their parents, they will have found out about it; thereby finding them in bed with the adults; their parents should make multiple police reports and pud the cradle robbers behind bars for good. Boy this is starting to look like an episode of "Law & Order: Special Victims Unit" (Season 6-Episode 19-Intoxicated featuring Danielle Panabaker) and an episode of "Snapped," especially when Sarah Johnson killed her own parents in cold blood because she was afraid that the late Mr. and Mrs. Alan and Diane Johnson would send this guy name Bruno Santos to prison or have him deported back to Mexico for statutory rape (by way of dating a then-16-year-old girl). There's no way that those teen boys and teen girls are ever going to get into a bunch of serious, intimate relationships with a bunch of would-be cradle-robbing adults. They need to concentrate on their education and they need to be with guys and girls their age. I mean, one teen boy dating a n adult female? One teen girl dating an older man? My God, their parents will be seriously upset about this. Who on Earth would be dumb enough to fall for an older woman or an older man? And if these would-be pedophiles in the form of grown men and women even attempt to rob these teen boys and girls of their innocence and whatnot, the parents are going to have a problem up in here.
Words said, sung, written
Bred man's civilization.
Words made us human.
THE WAY TO A HOLISTIC LIFE – VALUES ABSOLUTE
Why would I keep your life in the world,
when you trying to take mine out?
What kind of damn fool I am as lover?
I do not know hate?
This is philosophy.
Why would I love you more than I love myself?
I am number one; however, you can come next.
God said put no man before me.
I am in his likeness as a human being.
This is philosophy.
The Lord told Abraham sacrifice no more.
My needs must come first.
Renunciation is a Buddhist creed.
Why would I deny my needs?
This is philosophy.
If I am without belief, I lack epitome.
Celestial knowledge vested.
The universe origin and those that were discovered,
is a viewpoint to ponder.
This is philosophy.
Take notice to wrong
to make the right.
Build a bridge of crossing in meeting of the minds.
Consensus is what is desired.
This is philosophy.
Open your eyes to the love of humanity.
The world is not promised to us.
Earth is not a sacrifice given by Jehovah.
The Lord God Jehovah gave his only begotten son,
Jesus Christ Lord, so the earth would not perish.
This is philosophy.
4 men in a boat, on fateful night . A poet from England ,3 mates set sail , One fell over and met his demise , leaving behind 3 in sadness they returned .
To be described in a poem as they wrote .4 men in a boat ..minus one leaves 3.
I thought I alone , I was the only one. Maybe. I was wrong .
Who tells real truth in poetry I write , like the men in a boat that very sad night.
4 men in a boat , cold and frightened in a storm .
At the end of the Day , the end of life , all is happy , all is sad . In love and Pain inspired . Many words written, for life is a storm , in truth and misery . Until the beautiful waters calm , and the seagulls sing their happy song for you. Then you will be writing words of love and happiness .
This has been revised from the original version , I am learning new formations by entering contest that are for members on Poetry Soup. this is not about the win , I win every time I try !
When He breaks you
It is to re-make you.
If given the choice
To give destiny your voice
You would undoubtedly have picked this state
Such is the irony of fate
He breaks you now
So you later see the how -
How the pieces of your journey come to be
A slow but eventual solving of this mystery
He makes you work work work – then fail
So that you realize your means are of no avail
Without His will -
But feel His mercy fill -
Even through the aches still
He punctures your bubble of hope
To teach you the meaning of struggling to cope
To avoid you saying ‘this was all from me’
Which you might say if it always did come so easy
He lets you fall
So that when you stand
It’s straight and tall
Your past sorrows
Not letting you drown
Without your ego
Weighing you down
Even while the road appears smooth
He lets you trip and trip again
So that you might stumble upon hidden treasures
From the dirt, which you may otherwise not gain
He knows Best
The perfect Teacher
Who puts the perfect test
He breaks you
To re-make you…
Keeping my head up, treading water
Cut throat surviving, struggling
Going under, death visits
Will to live, tested!
Selfishness Vs Selflessness
A Greater Love, encompasses me
God demonstrating mercy, for his children
Learning about forgiveness, cultivating, inner faith
Melody of Love, one can experience
In the darkest, waking hours, of everyday living
Self survival, learning how to live
Peace of Mind, Peace of Heart
Peaceful Spirit, Freedom in Love
To Dine, To Die;
While thunderous eyes
Grasp concepts to recycle.
Constant debt crisis
A political paradox
Grating social devices
Over the sorting of socks.
An endless groan
The debate grants no throne.
Over a roast
Potatoes won't listen
To who talks the most.
"That point is so interesting"
The floor is open for chat
"What is real?" not a thing
"Meow" adds the cat.
I do not know?
Today we rise.
No more hiding in the shadows,
No more silent complicity,
for the actions of men,
brutal and coarse and vulgar and obscene and murderous and abusive.
Today, we rise,
Today the change starts,
Today we rise.
I live in a place striving for sobriety surrounded in alcohol looking for happiness trapped among our very own sadness. I hear my people’s laughs and I hear my people’s cries, but most of all I see their dreams because their dreams are my dreams because we remain not against each other today as enemies but hidden friends united through culture, language and blood. I laugh with my people and of course I cry with my people and I fight with my people but most of all I continue to dream with my people. I know who I am and where I am from to know where I been to still hope to where I am going to go. I feel darkness engulf not only myself but also almost my entire reservation’s race, no matter mixed or not because soon our culture and language will have no face without any more light to shine upon it. I know where I lived and still live to know if I will truly go where I truly want to go in life before I have my one walk with death. I know by a long shot that I am not the best but by a close hit on the reservation’s target I could be better.
I take a stand against self to stand against others to better a worsening crowd of many young lost indigenous souls waiting to be unknowingly found and waiting for something similar to what I’m about to write. I take a stand for self so that others know that we aren’t all lost and we can and will be found with the true hope of no one’s but your own. I take a stand because my brothers and sisters wont, I take a stand because now days most the people around me or within me can’t or don’t know how, I take a stand for the children who don’t have a father and mother as I once had, I take a stand for my unborn child almost here, I take a stand for courage because within me is filled with fear, I take a stand against because the alcohol and drugs within me now I just can’t stand, I take a stand for those around me who cannot stand, I take a stand for a culture dying on its knee’s trying to get back up, I take a stand for the forsaken yet to be forgiven self-stand.
I patiently wait, lying away in the darkness searching for light even though I can see the light I just don’t know how to get on thy path to the light. I am not alone, I know for a fact that I am not alone in my thoughts and feelings about life on earth here. I can see our pain, I can hear the hollers and screams, I can feel your anguish and I can smell our destruction. I walk through the reservation valley of darkness as if I am but a blind witness to our own destruction upon where many of us go unknown truly forever in depths of time, in the depths of death.
I know that I cannot give in or give up on a dream of a people’s dream where the buffalo in our young hearts and minds may roam around free and where the wolf warrior chief may rise above all odds and become thy greatest modern day warrior, the people seek him, the people crave him, the people need him, the people need someone to rise if not geographically the worldwide mentally.
(From the other side of the track)
Grammar the regal tool of pure English
Alas used as a wedge to classify,
A divided country a trait snobbish
To ridicule lampoon then pacify.
This class structure based on one’s conveyance
The transfer of language the written word,
A populace afraid of decadence
Chances of education seldom heard.
Behold the reign of slang chaste dialect
Devolved from our Viking forefathers,
Just a distant phase of one’s recollect
As those characters our grandfathers.
Tradition broken down with one issue
Purity of a language to pursue.
7th january 2012
Choose love over Hate
Forgive as many as you can
Embrace the Broken
judge no one
love all colors
LOVE the BROKEN
Farm Animal Speech Lessons
Early morning at the crack of dawn
Farm animals were gathered in the barn
The linguist began his lesson
I know old McDonald taught you “E” “I” “E” “I” “O”
Now let’s move on to consonants
Cows, let’s start with you and your moo…. “Moo!” ... That’s great
Tomorrow we’ll have you say “ve” at the end of that
And after we’re complete
It will be illegal to repeat moo in here or on the street
Moo is obsolete to speak
“Move” is more appropriate and sweet
If you don’t comply
There is this thing called meat
We will find something else for you if you say moo
Did you ever hear of hamburger?
I've heard it’s good to chew and quite tasty too
TO SEEK KNOWLEDGE
To thine own self be true.
Why am I here?
From where did I come?
The mighty will fall.
What is the measure of a man?
What is a power struggle?
I am an aftermath of Civil Rights time.
What happen during Civil Rights time?
What was the Civil Rights Movement?
A fight for social justice is a fight against social injustice.
Why am I here?
From where did I come?
An earthly existence
A universe beyond my minds, comprehension
Life lessons reviewed
I am not lost, after all!
I am a willing participant
Serving, the Father, of all creation
His son combined, ‘producing life’ as we know it
Representing them, in everything I do
I am nothing, without Love!
My heart full of faith, loyal service I give
Learning how to unconditionally serve, as the Father unconditionally, loves me
Worshipping our Divine Creator’s existence
Choosing to live, moment to moment
Being as one with ‘Our Universal Father’
No physical permanency
My physicality, disappearing
My mortality existence, I let go of
My spirit alive!
‘I am only passing through!’
A unique, experience of mortality
A gift, I am blessed to experience, to live!
When I Was Young
When I was young
I walked 30 miles in the snow to school
With no feet or hands
I was nobody’s fool
We crawled about and lived on dirt and faith
Our only friend was Jesus
He gave us everything we needed
Work, turkey on Thanksgiving
More work, death and taxes
What else could a person want?
You youngins don’t know how good you got it
When I was young
And walked 50 miles in the snow
Or was it 30?....I don’t know….
Para esos eastan los amigos ..............................This is what friends are for
Por suppesto que si............................................Of course I will
I will do this thing you ask of me...
Estare encantado de participar en ese intercambio..I would like to take part in this exchange
An exchange of language is the way to go...
Me Pienso esta claro que....................................I think that this is right
Yes I am sure this is the way.
Pero me atrevo a pensar que...............................But I would suggest that
If it was in my lap it lay
All children would be taught at least two languages today.
Translation of Spanish sentences .
This is what friends are for
Of course I will
I would like to participate in this language exchange
I thinks that this is right
But I would venture to suggest that.
~GG~ Entry for Bi Lingual competition Sponsored by: Debbie Guzzi
I have tried to fit the sentence to rhyme word wise with each language but also make sense.
I sing because I'm happy, I sing because I'm free
Because the burden of slavery is no longer on me
I've seen the thunder and the rain
But like a plant outside, only growth I've gained
Stopped by the police, he just wanted to see
What a black man was doing in a Grand Marquis
Was reaching for my insurance, he said it was a gun
Just a book about black man's struggle he had overcome
But see, he thought I was scared and wanted to hide
But I sat in my driver's seat with all of my pride
He couldn't get me mentally, so he drove away
Yeah I' black, and my car came from a mom who would pray
See these statistics say black males just fight, kill and fail
Do a poll on me, guarantee you'll change ideals of a black male
See you think my emotions are bursting at the seams
But I'm not an idealist, I'm a realist with dreams
My intelligence is leaving you scared, putting you in fear
Yeah I said it, didn't Tyson your ear so I know you could hear
The past is the past, back then they'd have to fight
But I don't have to cause I was born with rights
America loves to call black dads deadbeats
But can't acknowledge the ones finding their kids food to eat
My black mama did it on her own and never had to steal
And made sure me and my sister always had a meal
The first male in my family to go to college for a degree
Yeah look passed the nappy hair and beard before analyzing me
Been passing racial slurs generation to generation, it's time for an interference
Cause I'm not a colored man, I'm a man with a different appearance
Yeah Dr. King fought for me and other blacks
But he's gone now, so I don't need his actions on my back
Don't read me wrong, I'm thankful for what he did
But integration is wide open and segregation has a closed lid
These old racists need to go and plead the fifth
So that future kids can see racism as just a myth
Let this grudge end and just live your life
Cause you're only stabbing the Constitution with a knife
Thank you for the slurs, lynchings and KKK
Cause now you're all too tired to block the future so get out of our way
My father in heaven made me, so I was meant to black
He instilled wisdom in me, while you're intelligence slacks
So please tell me what burden do I have to bear
Success is my future and now you're in a scare
My light beams bright as the sun, you're unlit
Struggles are done, I'm hear to stay so deal with it
ADVENTUROUS WOMANLife is to live and to chill in.
Just relax and lay back and enjoy your living.
Do not worry about crazy ass leaders in your country.
Law abides and that should tell them something.
If it does not, oust.
Egypt has done this to two.
Adventurous the world maintains.
You want to sightsee life insanely.
Skydiver you are.
You are on flight to the Republic of the Maldives.
A political escapade you have partook.
You are foreign blood from the United States.
This is your family origin and you want to connect.
Therefore, you donate to the cause to project.
Exploitation you do not mind.
You want a fulfilling life and one that enshrines.
No matter what the big picture is, your consideration is that life was given to live.
Thus, you contemplate with an inner focus.
You will enjoy life and all its trinkets.
PENNED ON AUGUST 31, 2014!
I do not know?
We use a rosary to pray Chaplet of Divine Mercy
For those who don’t know or love God
To convert sinners, pray for them
None of us deserves God’s forgiveness
Whenever we pray for His forgiveness, He does
He loves us so much
Many people in our world who are sad
They think God will not forgive their sins
They think He’s mean
St. Faustina was born a special child
She felt she has chosen to transmit the message of God’s mercy
You can always see Him in the Tabernacle
He is always there…
We can offer our difficulties to God in reparation of sinners
Those people who don’t love Him
He appeared to St. Faustina’s cell
Ordered her to paint an image she see
And put below it “Jesus, I trust in You”
Jesus desired for the image to be honored around the world
Message of Divine Mercy is Jesus Christ
Loves all of us
This love was shown when God the Father sent His son to die in the cross for our sins
God the Father is always ready to forgive us when we ask
That’s why we should always confess to the same priest
Because he knows us and give us advice
God is offended when someone doesn’t love Him
That person’s suffer because they don’t love Him
The wind was moving into the mist of heaven,
it is a fog of light streaming from down below,
in its eyes of realization,
into the unknown of the bliss and sound waves
echoing to be into the vastness
of the light blue sky, and beyond the enormous
bright stream of shadowy rainfalls.
I do not know?
Advocate for women thriving for liberty
Trying so hard I feel hearty
Dark shadow captures women’s identity
Terrorists get away without any penalty
No fight through violence
Victory and message must be sent through benevolence
Reminding myself everyday: I am just a teen
With great determination I will fulfill this without being mean
Now that the world knows Malala Yousafzai
I will surely succeed if I always try
I do not know?
I know you only want what’s best for me; I know you only want to help me
make a great name for myself, but can’t you see I am suffocating under your
help? I went to college to pursue this great passion of mine, and I can’t wait
to make a career out of it, yet, this one passion, this one experience-it is not
who I am as a whole. Thank you for your interest in when I am graduating, in
your interest in where I want to apply for a job and how I go about getting
that job, but I am so much more than that. I am a complex human being
made up of many talents, interests, and passions-this career of mine just
being one. Dear friends, please, let us discuss something other than
homework and those that have just got engaged. Dear family, please see me
as a human and not a robot on an assembly line that you decide the parts to
go on. I am galaxies, not one atom. Dear everyone else, you are suffocating
the life out of my passion before I even get to pursue it.
Please stop asking me where I want to apply for jobs and “settle down”.
Please stop asking me why I’m single. Please stop telling me to get a job close
to home, because it is MY life, not yours. Please see that I have other
interests, passions, and hobbies that make up who I am as a human being.
Every college kid, ever.
Deep breath to shake it
Cold chill slivers down fast
Beating against cage of heart
Cage of body
Cage of soul
Legs begging to run
Heart aching to be free
Truth to self
aching to be seen
Sweet scent of dry savannah plains
Sharp smell of thorny veins
The aroma of Africa surrounds
Scents sights sounds
In these home is found
Snarling at every motion made
Scared but defiant
Blinded by fear and rage
Paws long for endless journeys
On paths walked centuries ago
For elegance in element
A space all her own
Where earth still bleeds red on horizon
Morning and night
Continuing the endless fight
Fight for borderless freedom
The pale yellow green eyes
Dismays the truth inside
But tell the story
Of wild soul
Story to unfold
You are a bully that hides in front of a computer sending out messages of lies, disrespect,
If you have to hide in front of a computer to bully me, you're not very brave at all. In
fact, you are a phony and a fake.
I actually feel sorry for you as you hopelessly linger in your pathetic state.
The truth about me or any kid you're bullying will eventually come out. Truth is frightening
for you, isn't it? Because you know the truth will seal your fate.
You hide in front of a computer for hours at a time.
Your time would be better spent if you somehow discovered how, with other kids, you could
become nice and kind.
You hide in front of a computer to go about your daily routine of bullying other kids.
One day your computer will crash and along with it, your despicable bullying empire, too.
Just maybe then, you'll feel somewhat sorry for all the unnecessary bullying you did.
This is your day in the sun,
Your day of triumph,
Of promise and intention,
Of New Beginnings,
The end of loneliness.
This is the new foundation,
The plying together of bricks and mortar
The bricks to give colour and shape,
The mortar to give structure and soundness,
So that together you are an impregnable fortress
With doors of heartfelt love,
Windows of vision,
Rooms of peace and generousity,
Furnishings of service and beauty,
And a garden of sweet memories to grow.
I wish you success at every turn,
Joy on every path,
Delight in all the little things of life,
Deeply rooted and vigorously sprouting shoots of loyalty and love
Nurtured on the fertiliser of experience and wisdom,
LONG LIFE TOGETHER!
I do not know?
(orignal date: 2/15/11)
This is my momemet of clarity,
pulp fiction no ly,
just look the man in the mirror and as why,
it is the education rules or rules on sport so where is my chair of sure lucky
nest at flat feet at my success of my school degree of sucess,
they say the groupiees are at the door before you reach the age of 18,
so in vision my dream,
late for class,
in the teacher eyes he's first to be sit it,
over and over regulation,
but who is you valdation the best left hand pitcher or kid with the highest iq,
words to truth life by,
life by the america education system is going truely die fast like the lip
syncing of nsync,
or what band was that, (ban)
ratical achievment, hand held glory, bold state meets,
word to digestion in fact i would take back it in fact i hope it inhance me in
fact i sit down giving the facts
why is that average player that is deserving of scholarship isnt even look at
twice but in fact the guy that make all the shot lingerie
to the fact can't even learn the bases,
bases which include square to the root the bases being give outstand
interview and the bases is getting truth scholar the excess to a worth school
Lost life in gamble,
and dropp out college by second semseter
i say to the world it lot more kids that gift not talent that didnt pursue that
What is our duty to stand by,
who is the role model,
the father or the athlete or insteady of a
father not a dad who eyes swallows to see the act of patrism reinstill and left
out mention words of constiution and more out reach skretting,
if iam to live by those words i just wont died but those rules but for me
my roots speak for it self
I speak out for legend that star game with one 'Fist to Sky'
know how they fight for segeration and ask how can they forget where they
and ask who the true true american hero to that of a child that role model! !
i say the role model ofhis age are the college star that turn pro that spoken
on behalf of a nation, on the rightfulness of a equal salary and fair profit of
for future pros,
this poem is for you even thought it was written a year or two before the
but if it wasnt for the pros that got the education would they
had won the lock out that effect generation to come?
I rest my case...
With what I have to work with is all I need
Or do I? as I choose to write this with speed
Rule of thumb I have to emphasize the words I use
Do you think so? or should I just choose?
Portrait is a fascinating word it has so many meaning
Overview of this word is this I say; accent, highlight, illuminate, and stressing
Revealing more words to use is what I will do
The meaning of Portrait is what I will view
Random words that make the word Portrait now I will say
A word that means the same yet makes it more pleasant to overlay
I will now say some words or two; accentuate, feature, punctuate
These words can either be used or can be put on debate
I do not know?
I don’t write to be recognized
I write for confession
My inner most wants
It’s like redemption
Acceptance of my incorrectness
My human emotions
I love hard
I’m a liar
I break hearts
I mend hearts, I'm a care taker
I’m at peace with my decisions
I’m the best friend you ever had
I’m a deceiver
I’m the same coin with two sides
I’m a giver
I’m a taker
I live life
I have experience
I am for sure one hundred percent human
Filled with so many emotions
Turn the wheel
Out of curiosity
I'll be generous...you'll receive
Something special...something to make you whole
Though the trials you must run through
Are a great struggle that can easily
Pull you down
And I want to erase your frown
You will feel way better about yourself
Just trust me...take my hand...
I'll encourage you to have a satisfying time
Just for your own liking
We'll be hiking
Those somewhat difficult hardships
Together for eternity
We'll spend time in the future
Together in unity
*******he sea...Let's flee and be free!
LOOK how nice you look!
Trample those insufferable nuisances
That dare put you down
To the sea floor
I'll push them to the core!
Feel free to walk the
Road of Recovery
A seasoned child with a voice to hear,
A voice that echoes through hearts and mind,
Her innocence shattered, but not through fear,
The perpetrators will pay their fine.
Her courage carries her through life,
And no one now will dare forget,
The echoes that will always strive
To change the fortunes of regret.
They cry too soon, “She’s gone away…”
Beneath the tears, you hear her breathe,
They pray to God and hope they may
Never see the country seethe.
The country’s hopes are carried on
The shoulders of this seasoned child,
With a voice that thunders at dawn,
This land of hers has been beguiled.
Just Because I Said I do
From her words I put out this,
Both in her words her wish is scoop:
“Whatever I do, this I, worth a note”
-She said she needs answers.
For nag I will not play the part,
But for proofs, I will play my part:
I will call you to order as your hobby,
Cos, two wrongs can never make a right.
This love, my lady, is all about understanding.
Though, you are pretty but lack comprehending-
You easily get abnormally obsess, and “let me help”,
You would totally ignore.
Another thing that baffles me about you,
Is the apathy in your pitch and words;
While I word pithy all through for you.
Your love you love throwing in the air,
Especially when you are annoyingly possessed
By things and actions not going your way.
I pity, the why I write
Cos never my strength and personality
To talk behind your back.
A piece of advice to “I want love to remain”-
Reshape, rebrand, reflect, and revive.
For nag I won’t play the part
But for proofs, I’ll play my part.
Your love you love throwing in the air,
Especially when you are annoyingly possessed
By things and actions not going your way.
I do not know?
South Africa salutes Dr. Martin Luther King Jr!
They gunned you down,
on this April day,
all those years ago,
yet you live, you breathe!
They gunned you down,
just as they did Chris Hani and M.K. Gandhi,
and they failed, as they always will,
for they can never kill,
your dream, your ideals.
Your dream, your ideals,
live, and breathe,
A kaleidoscope, a mixture of colors and light
So hard to describe so hard to write
Just like a life just like mine
Here is mine my time to shine
The colors change just like time
A life goes on to hit its prime
No matter what it keeps on changing
Just like life keeps on arranging
My story begins at age six
When life was suddenly no easy fix
The Kaleidoscope began to turn
And its center began to churn
My father left our family home
He left alone to go and roam
Suddenly the Kaleidoscope went dark
Even now it’s left its mark
It remained unturned for about two years
And the movement became quite severe
My Mother moved away from home
To improve her new teaching career
The shades of blue came into play
As most of my family had passed away
My mother was strong and held my hand
Even though nothing had gone as planned
My family will always be in my heart
Those small blue beads will play their part
At that time I was almost nine
I pretended that I was just fine
The colors changed from blue to red
I went on with almost no dread
At age eleven I moved once more
I moved again to the California core
I spent the next year in shades of green
All the kids were just too mean
I went to Junior and then Senior High
Then it was time to say goodbye
The Kaleidoscope turned and made a painting
My life became very entertaining
That’s when I met you for the first time
My hope and happiness began to climb
But My Father turned my Kaleidoscope for me
And I asked and cried my pitiful plea
On the weekends the kaleidoscope turns black
With nothing there to change it back
There are ups and downs, lights and darks
With many blond moments and smart remarks
My life will always be turning fast
Even so I have time to look back at my past
If I remember one thing it is that
My life was nothing like combat
But I still fought wars of my own
Without them my world would still be unknown
There is nothing quite like a kaleidoscope
It’s a symbol of change and hope
I like to think my life is like this
So look back and reminisce
Look back at your thoughts and dreams
But remember nothing is as it seems
The Kaleidoscope will turn to show your past
What was boring and what was a blast
Mine shows everything you’ve done for me
You showed me how fun life can be
You made my life what it is now
To this day I still wonder how
Thank you for turning my Kaleidoscope
And giving me strength and the power to cope
You made my life a beautiful rainbow
You deserve more than you will ever know
As a pediatric nurse
One may least expect
To lead by
Very young children
The art of blessing.
These are not angels,
Or winged beings, but
The art of blessing.
Soon after birth, Leslie
Began dying of hemophilia,
The large general hospital
Become his second home,
Transcending darkness around
The social taboo: death.
On the day of the inevitable
He was four, acting forty:
Doesn't act like a little girl
Told his weeping mother
I am made of Light
Is it possible for the Light to die?
Before departing, prophesied
Her mother will be blessed with
Two other sons:
Only earthly angels
Raising sick children
May share in the art of blessing
The prophesy materialized,
Both suffered the same ailment
Being the children of Light
The art of blessing.
Dinosaurs drink history through straws
Chiseled out rocks and stones through time
Ubiquitous to the past and future
In the good old days before the comets came
They played dinosaurs games of war
Dreamed of making hot dogs and burgers from human remains
And drinking goo through elongated tubes
In the far far future, on special dinosaur holidays
Anthropologically speaking; we are just another meal
Archaeologists dig the truth, through flying dust with brushes
With fine and tiny tools they pick away the layers
Uncover bones born to die
They etch them out as prizes
Rocks wait their turn to bury us, to be discovered later
Some explorer will unearth humans in the distant future
To find out who and what we were
Uncover what the bones might tell them
Shape our remains into dice
Toss them on the ground with magic
Divine that human, an ancient alien species, once lived in cities
And drank through straws
That’s about all
Have you met this sight...
Rose flower during the day
Tis what worth seeing
Have you heard this song...
Nightingale voice in the dark
Tis what worth hearing
(When we celebrate the coming of the New Year, we have to keep in mind...)
My best friend,
My worst enemy,
To my child you gave birth and
My parents you took away,
Happiness is your gift
Suffering is your doing
You took the bride to church and
To cemetery you led the widow
Love with you it grew in me
So did her sister, hate
To spirit you brought ecstasy and
To the heart abhorrence
Success came with you
You made me proud to feel and
Also to feel ashamed
Each time you come ANEW
Jubilantly I celebrate
For unconditionally I LOVE YOU
Because I am your CHILD!
01 January 2013
Majored in Social Anthropology -
Healdtown a significant influence
in his life .Not only was Mafeje an
influential academic, he was a man
of brilliance, intellect and insight.
His trials and tribulations were many. For example,
Archibald addressed a crowd which was ‘illegally gathered’,
and for that reason he was arrested. He did not despair.
A force in the fight against injustices and marginalisation.
A custodian of African heritage, awareness and identity.
A protector of the African identity, of African roots and rights;
Mafeje contributed to South Africa and its nationals. An ‘intellectual
pathfinder’ who played his role in enhancing the people of Africa’s
knowledge and self –worth. That which he bestowed, both on the scholarly
and political spheres was no mean feat. He shone in both scholastic and
insightful ways. A man of brilliance, intellect and insight. A focused pathfinder.
He laid the foundation for future African scholars embarking on a similar path of study. He also raised the benchmark in his field of study. A fountain of
knowledge and an author and researcher of repute.A focused pathfinder.
My name is Eddy
And I am full of surprises
But I only go for civilized buddies
Since they need to complete a series of passes
If you want to see these surprises
You need to be very flexible
Because there’s high prices
But that does not have to stop you from eating at my table
I am honored country wide, and internationally
That’s why my presence is a concern for every leader
I am the speech discussed nationally
Since I provide survival for these who step up my ladder
Try me and you shall see
Follow me and you shall bealive
Carry me along and you shall be the witness
Trust me and you shall be the greatest and most respected
If u can’t recognize me well, my name in full is EDUCATION
By N.H Kandjimi
1. Success of anything,
2. Doesn't come easily.
3. All men are not God
4. Compromise is two-
5. If a man wants you,
6. Nothing can keep him
7. Nothing can make him
8. If he doesn't want
Sitting on a bench inside the four corner room..
Suddenly, I was strike by feeling of emptiness..
I try to gauge and seize up my nerves..
Trying to control, freezing this oozing perves..
Day-to-day, I bring with me a book..
Of which millions of men take and look..
Some disagreed; Some agrees and was hook..
Each word stated are of wisdom avoiding to rebuke..
Hoping to get motivation..
I read and read seeking inspiration..
I am aspired with deep conviction..
Wishing for words to affect chains of reaction..
Peace rest in us all the time..
The mental quality of spirits is unveiled.
Anne saw them in imagery.
They were in small shapes as a displayed mural.
A bust of lives demised with estate being conveyed as an inhabitant or the occupier.
Their capacity was that of full animation and stream.
Anne watched the mystical images that were once all men.
Their colors came as black, white, and olive.
Attuned to their surroundings, they did not alter their position on the wall.
They desire was to rectify a wrong.
Calibers are competent to their form in which Anne was not afraid of being forewarned.
Anne began to name them the ones that she saw.
The black one was called Magic because he was the leader of them all.
There were two level of white men seated by rows.
Anne named them Parchment because of their lab coats.
The olive one was called Mixed-Blood.
Stature they formed with ability to construct.
The degree of their mental capacity paraded the capability of the physical you being possessed.
Might they enter via an oval of the body?
They haunted this house to influence cognizance.
Anne’s knowledge is such that she may not be aware of their existence from where they exist.
Ignorance is the perception Anne lived in.
Anne and her family moved from this house in her seventh year.
She saw their presence first when she was four.
Once Anne and her family left, she did not see them anymore.
Anne moved on Briesch when she was an infant.
She never spoke of what she saw until she relocated.
Anne’s mother stated that a veil was over her eyes, a pall of despair trying to develop premonition.
Caliber is a degree of mental capacity or moral quality.
Anne cultivated this identity.
Penned February 17, 2014!
For Anne Currin Contest Any Poem/Any Subject!
It is an organised disarrangement
Quite arranged in a disarray
Prepared to confuse you
For you to right the confusion.
It is a thoughtful arrangment
For you to think very well about
Any misplacement you do
Gives it a wrong placement.
The answer is always there
But it takes your deep thoughts
Wrong answer complicates the setting
Yet only a correct step away.
Look difficult when lightly assessed
Could take your whole time solving
Yet easy with a deep thought approach
Taken less than no time solving.
It is an activity for sharp minds
Tasking the store of knowledge
Who look for the connecting piece
That makes the puzzle a clarity.
NO COLLEGE IN THE VILLAGE!
-Dharga Nagar Safa
No,said the learned college,
As no there full of knowledge,
Angelo's great picture,
Ford's wheel structure,
Turner's wire cable,
Dell's device able,
Gate's micro soft,
Edison's light of gift,
Not at the learned college,
To put up a Global Village!
Lessons On Being Poor Staying Poor
This seminar begins at once and lasts a lifetime
Being poor, staying poor, is not that complicated
A nasty person full of sin and crime is perfect for this job
Did I say job? Remove that word instantly
From your dictionary
The proper candidate to start a life of poverty
To be truly indigent, without a penny to your name
Must call on all the primal elements of ignorance you can
This is a science, of simple principals
Down below the poverty lines upon the aged faces
And lower levels of disgrace that put you in your places
Right around the corner, in the gutter, no social graces
So write these items down so you remember
To start you in the right direction
Of being real pathetic
Not a member of the human race
That race is run
Here are the guidelines for non-prosperity, poverty forever:
NO EDUCATION: Stay away from schools. Be as dumb as you are. You can afford it. Ignorance is bliss, so don’t resist. Don't miss out on this.
DO DRUGS: Get intoxicated. Get numb. There is nothing like addiction.
GO TO JAIL: A life of crime is perfect to keep you down. It is insurance for the poor
LOOK WHO IS NOT LOOKING: Never find work. Don’t let it find you. Refuse all kinds of labor. Live a life on welfare and roller skate. (Image is everything.)
DON'T DRESS FOR SUCCESS: Wear dirty shabby rags, tattered shoes with holes. Don’t forget tattoos of Hitler, Stalin and Satan, imprinted on your face.
BE A LITTLE STINKER - No hygiene for you. Never take a bath or comb your hair or brush your teeth. (Teeth should be green or better still, no teeth.)
LOOK WHO'S NOT LOOKING GOOD: Be fat. Be ugly, (That comes naturally.) Be sickly. Revel in your diseases. Share them with the neighbors as special favors.
*Borrow. Steal. Never save. … Did I mention not to shave?
*Attitudes are good. Bad ones are better. Nasty dispositions will take you the distance just past your nose. Going around naked couldn't hurt.
Picking your nose, wearing pajamas everywhere you go will send a signal too.
Poverty is very easy. Stay away from movie stars and famous people. In fact, stay away from everyone who is not creepy. Hang out with crazies and other lazies.
Remember it all starts with you. Be true. Stay dumb. Suck your thumb. Stay in bed all day. Be indigent in every way
To find that inner peace
Class is ended. Go in poverty.
There is more to life
Than what it seems.
Life filled with all forms
of agony, misery and sorrow.
Yet we may be used to situations
Where disappointments and
frustrations pushes us on.
But I ask,
Should this be the reason
why we cant put on a smile
when the sun wakes up its sleepy head?
Should this be the reason
why we shouldn’t take of our shoes
and dance when the sky releases its tears?
Your guess is as good as mine!
An achievement is not making everyone happy
But doing something out of the blue to make yourself happy.
Yes! People might see you as a failure
But seeing yourself as that winner is your achievement
Don’t give up on the little things that make you happy due to what people say
Don’t give up on your dreams because of little disappointments in life
But by believing in yourself is an achievement to lead you on to success
The coming times can unfold,
far accross to all lands,
the casting shadow has fallen,
with it's far reaching hands,
accross our four cornered world,,
Humanity progressed to progressive sufferage,
that comes with many names,
the ideology won without a shot,
convinced populations into guilted shame,
lost are voices of courage,,
The warring world will arise,
between makers and takers,
parasitic ideology's green eyed mind,
re-writing regulations by progressive thinkers,
big brother's utopian great enterprise,,
Dependent we all become, parasitically,
even forced fed into submission,
by governmental state so enlarged,
numbered you are by institution,
nothing owned, only redistributed cynically,,
Paupers suffer under progressive fortitude,
soulless programs of living propaganda,
your worth, what you produce,
socialized into this living agenda,
living taxed products of servitude,
, and then...
The rise will come independent,
carrying courage and freedom proudly,
with wisdoms weapon in hand,
knowledge in the other soundly,
honor reclaimed by the sentient,,
Independent declarations germinating from seed,
feared by any progressive regime,
warriors in freedom stand tall,
threatened is the progressive dream,
renewing freedoms that will breed,,
The liberty that spawned revolution,
alive from all moral conceptions,
viewed as evil that's progressive,
feared are soulless seeking redemption,
the light of liberty's salvation,,
Beating freedoms of sentient heart,
the salvation of fighting worth,
a force greater than any darkness,
warriors of liberty step forth,
champions of honor that impart,,
, next, the final chapter of...
Ideological war of the worlds,
eye to eye never seen,
the hatred between clearly drawn,
problems with peace to intervene,
the conflict as it unfolds,,
Coming as thieves of night,
armys on both sides comes,
fortifying and building societial walls,
truth and lies propaganda welcomes,
armored suited masses to fight,,
Emerges the lights of honor,
the independent class called defenders,
private elites of character gold,
the shadows behind all pretenders,
opperatives that's far more superior,,
Defenders are warriors of light,
core beliefs that's solely independent,
religiously organized they never follow,
thorns in a crowned tyrant,
independent wills of great might,,
They are why freedom thrives,
true leaders leading into tomorrow,
that govern by liberty's will
that invites everyone to follow,
founding fathers of our lives..
Say no bull shit
To turn a new sheet
Cage your vulgar sword in its sheath
Words can make and mar is no myth
They either edify or nullify like meat
So speak good and good you’ll meet
They make life like garment, tailored to fit
Thus you’ll thrive and achieve a great feat
Till you are soaked in goodness from head to feet
Now put to use the things you’ve heard
Words can bring the good you’ve lost or never had
Make a habit of healthy speech no matter how hard
The Susan B. Anthony Few Know
By Elton Camp
In our day, Anthony is a person of note
Mostly in connection with womens’ vote
But name just one other thing she did do
Those who could do it are extremely few
Her image was on a dollar that didn’t do well
Is just about most people would be able to tell
We likely recall her visage that looked so stern,
But, in school, little about her work did we learn
She was active in urging and end to alcohol abuse
To try to speak at temperance rallies was no use
For a mere woman to address such a large crowd
Why, it just simply was shocking and not allowed
Opposition to slavery was a cause she advocated
Reasons to abolish the horrible practice she related
Both Douglass and Garrison she knew as friend
And planned with them how slavery best to end
Using speeches, posters, leaflets slavery to defeat,
Was hung in effigy, image dragged in the street
Property a woman owned, her husband could claim
Nothing of value could she hold in her own name
Women a college education weren’t allowed to get
With the University of Rochester, Anthony had a fit
Until the college came to admit it had made a mistake
And agreed that women as well as men they would take
About another injustice Susan B. Anthony had a say
It is fair that women, for equal work, get equal pay
She demanded that women to professions be admitted
With minds as good as men, to any occupation fitted
Anthony also agitated for a workday eight hours long
Shifts longer than that she explained, were just wrong
She encouraged women to enter into the printing trade
And for all to purchase goods that were American made
Her newspaper read, “Men their rights, and nothing more”
“Women their rights and nothing less.” Injustice did abhor.
Despite all the things the rights crusader came to do and say,
Very few know that February 15th is Susan B. Anthony Day
Meets her friends by the liquor store
Bon jovi is playing across town
Just a few hours and she will be back
She thinks its nothing wrong
Gets a guy to buy beers for them
Cause they we all underage
They get in his car for a ride
While the opening act performs on stage
She ask for a cigarette
And gives he gives her alight
Drinking the beers and laughing
In the middle of the night
She thinks of her little brother
Maybe he’s fast asleep in a dream
She knows she lied to him but
Tomorrow she will take him for ice cream
You said that you were just going out
To get a pack of cigarette
But you never did come back
Sister did you forget
And I waited all night for you
Lay in bed with my telephone
Wondering were you are
But you never comeback home
Have you forgotten your little brother?
A million times I dial your number
Have you forgotten me, my sister?
Is that why you never want to answer
Mama cries all the time
She don’t know why you run away
If you can see how she’s hurting
I know you would come back home today
Its two weeks since you been gone
Mama’s putting up your pictures on every wall
Everyday praying for a miracle
Hoping that some one will call
And she talks to daddy today
First time since the divorce
And he will be here tomorrow morning
He said we will find you at all cost
Then he looks out the window
And sees the police cars arrive
And his mother holds her head and cries
For they have found her alive
She was found by passer by
Unconscious in the drain
She wakes after two weeks in the hospital
They never r found her friends again
Runaways are innocent minds
And for a moment lack of judgment
Some are lucky to make back home
And for some it can be very detriment
Today I Have to Tell You
How Very Proud I Am
Remember How it Used to Be
How You Hit the Big "Grand Slam?"
Then You Went out on Your Own
And Set the World on Fire
You Beat the Odds and Won
It Was Your Hearts Desire
Oh to See You Fight
When Things Got in Your Way
I Really Couldn't Ask for More
But There's Something I must Say
Forever I Shall Love You
I Love You like No Other
I Hope You'll Always Need Me
Because I Am Your Mother
Oh'President of State, you understood the value of a weapon, I've a salute.
A weapon message of death, cruelty, tyranny taken place in school killings,
your soul wept out, incident compelled me to identify the running pollute.
State hired most of the brain of societies to produce weapon to supply,
my land combat three times with my neighbour; state tanks 'd big cry,
killed million, raped thousands, orphan crippled poverty cursed no lie.
politician forced youngsters to fight with other nations they 're stranger,
they killed them as an enemy, language, boundary and race was dumb,
you experienced 1st and 2nd World War and Vietnam, served as Ranger.
you waste natural resources to invent or test a formulae to sweep human,
Living a different standard, opposed policies and condemned pain service,
you taken a benefit of your growth to stop others with an intellect ban.
Is Muslim has brain, exploited them, 're terrorist killed million brothers?
Islam compelled children to suicide to achieve heaven as a martyre slot,
women 're raped no God appeared on earth to aid them who bothers.
Iraq, Afghanistan, Libya, Syria as Vietnam known American blood grown up,
New shots touched thorns kissed sun - rays, wind smiled on bird's crop,
State support them as a poor nation that developed nation has exchange,
Oh' President of State, I salute that you touch the burn of fire for peace range.
Kings always rule
princes always marry,
jewels of royalty
always glow through
feasting and feasting,
plotting the next war scheme.
the poor smell the duck, the
peasants dream of
beheading the commander
souls onced plan to unite for a
cause larger than themselves,
that day is lost
now we glorify their
the feel of fitting in with them
makes you warm inside like a
you are connected with the
fame and fortune; but never
invited to a ball
tuning into your idols,
they have no recollection of
who you are.
time is wasted on a
keeping the peasants happy,
with their half eaten chicken
My father and my mother sat me down one day
to tell me how wonderful that I was growing O.K.
The years passes by as I got to be a teenager
with high hopes of becoming the first young manager
Life turns out a manager job is not for me
so I kept things to a minimum working hard you see
My family had taught me with all do respect
the life we lead is the image of our age in an aspect
Like queens and kings we bow our head
to the people who is wiser in age even when dead
Life as our guide the time we have aged
is what we leave behind that we are gaged
In prospective we are the stars and we are the earth
because we age and leave behind a new birth
To those that seek such blessing of heart
remember this age is respect for living from the start
Do you remember your father, mother, and teachers
they are the ones cheering you on, sitting on those bleachers
I do not know?
(January 15, 1929 – April 4, 1968)
they shot you down
all those years ago
your dream lives on
and always will
for though much has been
gained since you dreamed
there is much to fight for
and much more to struggle for
and much, much more
to fight for still
your dream resounds in
our hearts and we pledge
this to you today
for though they shot you down
all those years ago on a memphis day
we shall overcome
this we do believe
deep in our hearts
we shall overcome
(for Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.)
Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama)
The Words Written For Life
Are Lyrical Miracles
Their Continuous Harmonious Flow
Are Spiritually Spherical
You Could Talk Your Way To Paradise
Or Speak Your Way To Hell
You Could Express The Wisdom Of Your Freedom
Or Explain How The World Is Like Your Jail
If A Picture Says A Thousand Words
Let Me Visualize A Dictionary
And If Talk Is Cheap
Show Me What You’re Saying Like Pictionary
They Say Action Speaks Louder
So I Say Sometimes Loudness Is The Action
They Say Silence Is Golden
So I Say Sometimes Silence Is The Lack Of Action
Even The World Wars
Are A War Of Words
Life Is A Balance Of Battles And Peace
From The Way Words Are Felt, Said, And Heard
Hands awaken! Speak out! Answer to sacred shouts,
subterranean whispering, to stars above rooftops—
thread sunlit branches with the chattering of a thousand leaves.
If fluxes and urgencies of confusion or death
should drawn you into your self-box, I say,
remember when one constructed self-prison fell away.
However you helped this forward,
do more of the same.
Be rain-hands, weeping, steeped in earth fragrance.
Be fingers in blossom, faces turning upward,
loves innumerable, rough-cut bedazzled—
unafraid to be splayed open.
Be pocketed hands, released to the welcoming wind—
multiplying there in mid-air,
riding the four directions.
Be hands of smoke and fire, descending and ascending like ragged bird-song—
effulgent, double-charged with surprise
and now even with mock surprises.
Start at the beginning, where you are.
Don’t be satiate with loll-lolling
recede wave’s tide, retreat back and back
into yourselves, until grown utterly intellectual and lumpish!
Now, you Human Being—you come awake also!
Sweep the furnishings from table. Upend the table lawlessly.
Bring the muscular, fleshy, feminine against the masculine and muscular.
Bring the masculine to the feminine. Bring friend to enemy,
estranged neighbor to the confidant. In a dance of pressing hands,
let subtle conversation play.
Ring all the tiny bells.
Stir the King and Queen of Remembrance.
In over-arching restraint, holding back one iota, so pure notes sound—
bring sunburst, sphere and harmony.
Make your entire body a listening board
forming therein—tender shape around which love
seed unfolds infinite spaces and then…
Spring awake! All to better dreaming
where hope and faith are undashed, not this dying.
O, hear me now! Hands, every which one of you,
with every human—never again sleep,
Has that question ever sneaked its way into the conscious of your third eye?
Have you ever took pause from your self and viewed yourself as a he was or she was?
Release that parachute from flight and ground your soul with the memories of others thoughts.
The limits down here are not as high as the sky.
We get one chance to imprint the fixture, the movement... The tone of a legacy left by indifferences that makes you you!
The day my handkerchief floats no longer and drifts to the ground, I envision the power outage of the world.
Darcel stood a monument that people just had to get a glance at.
Darcel spoke with his heart while even in defeat. A lyric can’t harmonize the music that D. Sharp stands for.
A silence of over joy for him applauded over the art of tap.
Heads rolling back accepting the embodiment of fruits picked from me.
Screams of loss jamming frequencies of those trying to pick and hold on to one of the many memories of me.
GOOD OR BAD
I call on the locksmith that is you and you and you to unchain what is me, myself, and I with a twist of your key.
God allowed me to plant it, to water it, and nurture it within a bunkered facility.
Some might say he aint this and he wasn't that but remember.
I say remember because at one point in your life I was perfect for you.
I aided you to or from a circumstance that gave u clean air to breathe.
Now aint that some shit!
That’s how I will be remembered!
Icy flowers and the old door...
My school with one floor,
27 steps of stairway, eroded,
About 4 times daily loaded,
Forty years with the snowman`s rhymes,
On the top of the world, how many times
He separated the day from the night,
His dewy good smile breathing the light?
To no avail, he caught my eye-clenching on the branch of the endemic prey.
Watching the sound of a colorful array,
to be in sight of the shimmering tales of no surprises.
Held by its clenching teeth in suffering agony.
Of his mercy defeated by one leg.
i am a Dungeness crab with my claws
now strapped with rubber bands, my food
and my hiding hole taken away, leaving
me seated in someone else’s kitchen sink
sinking with my manuscripts, pens, papers
and pencils to my death like a doomed rapist
murderer ready to walk, nay, sit on the electric
chair, soon to be flushed out as staunch stink
but even here i have not lost my control
to give, to give self as food, age old whine
my writing in heart, that poem, my protest
against being a puck in the skating rink
Beautiful to view,
Magnanimous and scenic,
Gingerbread houses with snow covered trees ,
Blessed by diversified weather,
Cool and refreshing,
The crisp sound of the snow as you walk,
Sidewalks clean and sanded,
The sound of cars and buses our good friends,
We are a civilized species of the Lord,
Dependent on our belief of God,
The restaurant a haven for companionship and delicious foods,
God's winter stage, we are guests of good will.
Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz
I do not know?
A Rant – The Quiet Hypocrisy
it seeps in through gradual osmosis
and soon is ingrained in pliant minds
it mutates and thrives in tunnels of vision
and then is fused into the fiber of unreason
the quiet hypocrisy that drips of the tongues
spouting broken words of unfathomable callousness
the mutilated reeking carcass of cynicism
obscured by the veneer of polished discourse
stinks of inaction and of insipid rationalization
the probing and prodding and splintering of each thought
curdles the shallow layer of feeling
interring the basic simple and only humanity
that is gleefully ripped into isolated fragments
the quiet hypocrisy of battles fought and of causes embraced
is plain to see in the faces of the earnest
as they cling onto their bitter loathsome prejudices
whilst buying redemption under a placard of well-meaning
the quiet hypocrisy of these selective battles waged under the flimsy pretense of caring
stinks to the highest heaven promised in mantras and duas and prayers and chants
as the spectacle of the apartheid within the mind is worn on each tailored sleeve
the choosing of these battles in the name of faith and clung onto simply because of a common creed
is a pathetic spectacle of segregated thought
buried under the folds of righteous bluster
so before you jump on that bandwagon of indignation because 'your' people are in pain
take a look at the hidden fascism that simmers just below your holier-than-thou sudden spurt of heartfelt rage
for the quiet hypocrisy that is unknowingly imbibed
is apparent for all to behold
for when the 'other' endure the injustice carried out in 'your' peoples' name
you stand mute and silently complicit for your indignation simply melts away
as the quiet hypocrisy that is firmly rooted in you
exults in pious pretences while 'your' own continue to hate, rape, pillage and slay
it saddens me that so much vitriol drips off my pen in such effervescent times
but I cringe as each moment another quiet hypocrite rants about the despotism of the 'other'
while smiling complacently and smugly and soaking in the quiet hypocrisy of remaining mute about 'my' peoples' own crimes
Take that beast and put him in his cage.
I am not going to be burden today or any day.
I came here to educate and develop a solvent way.
I saw the shackles when I stepped in here.
This body of knowledge will persevere.
I tell you that you all will try me in my stride.
I must tell you right now that my backside is strong.
Therefore, my way will form.
I saw you standing there with your so-called power.
I did not alter or bow.
The beast is in this building.
I was sent to defeat it.
For revitalization of this school system, the ogre will be razed.
We are all team players as educators.
Fallacious is the power that I call the beast because that person must be defeated.
PENNED ON JUNE 14. 2014!
For breakfast this morning, I had eggs, milk, orange juice, and my special anti-bully
I had my tasty, heaping glass of anti-bully juice; it's so good for my body and mind.
It always makes me feel very strong. After drinking it, I look forward to going to school.
Kids, if you haven't been drinking your anti-bully juice each and every day, now is a
great time to start. After drinking your anti-bully juice, any kid who wants to bully you
will find their success in doing so quite hard.
Your anti-bully juice will give you an invisible protective shield the bully cannot penetrate
or remotely see.
I bet anti-bully juice will surely work for you, too. It has always worked for me.
You might be thinking you can't wait to get some. Where do Mom and Dad buy you
They don't have to buy it. It's probably already in your house, all you have to do is put
it to good use.
Grab an empty glass, fill it with water from a bottle or the tap. Take a deep breath; let
it out slowly before you drink, clear your mind, and make a powerful promise to yourself,
one, that no matter what, you must do.
Promise yourself that you will never be bullied again. To make sure of it, if you have to
each day, drink a healthy, heaping glass of your inexpensive and in great supply,
I do not know?
A young homeless child looking for a home but finds none.
On the first day of school the mother's not around to comfort me when I'm down-right scared.
An innocent child of seventeen
I find myself locked up in a placement.
An innocent child now afraid of time
Will I forget my goals and dreams?
I go to Maryhurst and meet people who care.
I learn about peer pressure and much more.
Now comes the time to break thru the.....
It's time to make a change
Stand up for who is weak
It's time to make them strong
It's time to make young girls see
It's time to show them love
It's time for them to believe
Teach them to look at themself with love
Encorage them to live there dream
Show them how to stand tall & proud
It's time we listen to them
Be there for them
It's time to let them know someone care's
No matter what size, what color, or how they look
It's time we teach them to except one self
By who matters the most
Doc Holliday Bites the Dust
By Elton Camp
Doc Holliday’s depicted as a vicious killer
But his actual life was much less of a thriller
Not in the West, but in Georgia he was born
By a classical education his life did adorn
Among the areas where knowledge he did seek
Were grammar, math, history, Latin and Greek
Highly intelligent and certainly nobody’s fool
At just age twenty, he finished dental school
In Atlanta he then began to practice dentistry
But found, of his mother’s TB, he wasn’t free
On medical advice Holliday moved to the west
As its climate made his chances of living best
But at his dental profession Doc couldn’t stay
Since his constant cough drove patients away
It then became at gambling he earned living
An undeserved name as a gunman also giving
As far as from the historical record we can see
The number of men he shot was actually three
At age thirty-six, Doc Holliday died in bed
Living at a tuberculosis sanitarium, it is said
The vernacular language that I use
Slips into my writing also and can confuse
Those from other countries and regions
Sometimes my language is macabre
For I slaughter the English language
From the teachings of my upbringing
And also from the family and associations
My language patterns have taken formation
I wish that the zephyr of higher learning
Could sweep across and saturate me
With an instant knowledge of a broader
Vocabulary and grammar so that writing
Would become an eloquent and easy
Part of my life gracing me with flowery
Words that would bless each heart
That reads my work consuming each morsel
Contest: Any poem from your first 100/ any form/ max 15 lines
Old Man (Splintered)
On the walk, the one with wood, along the dunes, a time to saunter
Shoes with old holes on soles now prehistoric
Clip and clop along the winter boardwalk
In the shoes is slender Sam who slides along the boards
Footwear held together with some threads and prayer
Feet too heavy to lift, due to gravity or perhaps a gentler nature
The old man sits to smell the ocean salt and pelican mist
He sits to feed the pigeons some stale official bread from his own kitchen
Rising from the bench becomes a task for cranes and tractors
Bulldozers are needed to lift the spirits
Sam holds on against the winter wind, filled with concrete hollows
Holds on to rails provided there
He retreats into his shell he calls his life
Picks up a splinter with an ouch along the way
Through his unholy holes exposed to nature and the wood
Perhaps it is prime time to buy new shoes or soles
Why did I decide to do it this time?
Was I overwhelmed? Do I just not care?
You don’t understand
This structure offers me no air
You want to hold my hand
To cut down and share my responsibilities
Lock away all of my distractions with hidden keys
So that I can thrive among the sheep
And every night lay me down to sleep
To dream of mediocrity
It’s not that I don’t care
But I’ve been down the road of A’s and perfect GPA’s
And all those gold stars
Keep you from realizing you can go elsewhere
“Good job, right o! Off to college you go!”
See, I understand the system
I’m fortunate and in position
To squeeze into your definition
Of certified success
and should strive for nothing less
But I don’t fit down this shoot
To those who do; I salute
And I understand your frustration
Borne from this unfair situation of my creation
I know you think I just can’t see
Beyond this phase of insecurity
But I will never want
To take my predetermined place
Secured unfairly at the head of this race
So I guess you have the right to scream and yell
But you should know it just won’t quell
The righteousness I feel despite your misery
When you again hear that I’ve been skipping history
The Metal plunged into the nitric
acid mix releases yellow fumes.
Heavy workman's gloves.
The acid splattering onto the skin
burns leaving yellow stains.
The image now etched into the metal
bubbles where the image is left raw.
Gas mask and eye goggles.
How do you know how long to leave
the metal plate in the acid?
Deep etches left in longer,
create deeper grooves.
Your Love is like nitric acid
Eating away at my heart.
In the two dimensional world of flatland life is a line
Distinguishing up from down is not the design of nature
Maneuvering left and right is possible
But not this time
Existence is of the straight and narrow realm
Excellence is defined in moving forward
Objects come and go without discernment
Vision of life is purely a blur of what is and what might become
As elements appear within that moment
Things pop in and out of sight from other world’s dimensions
Diagonalizing the matrix is not part of this equation or this discussion
Needs no explanation
It’s staying in this matter as a diversion just for reading pleasure
And because I said so and it sounds kinda cool
Someone from flat-land supports that view and said as much
Needs no permit from you
Who are from another dimension
The point is mute
So moving on
There is no sun and too few rules
In the dominion of two dimensions
Opinions vary on that point
There is no day
Things simply get in the way of understanding there
When going one way, which defines life in general
There is no light at the end of the tunnel
There is no tunnel
There is only straight ahead
Where abruptly all things end
I do not know?
THE NOW GENERATION 2014
Not a thing going wrong
and it's coming on strong,
better times than we've seen now or then,
from the children who've grown
in a way never known
so much brighter than any have been.
They are rolling the drum
and they march to the strum
of their music we won't understand,
for our lack of forsight,
and too long in our night,
but their song has been carefully planned.
In a world of mistique
all the words they will speak
tell us go or get out of their way,
it's the wisdom they share
from a wish and a dare
to be one and to love. Ev'ry day.
© ron wilson aka veebdosa the doylestown poet
to learm be stren
don't just look
its take too
BOOKS AND YOU
Everybody needs a pencil
Everybody needs it
Everybody needs a rubber
Everybody needs it
To correct their inaccuracy
Everybody needs it
Everybody should smile
And be happy for that life
Never to laugh at failures as losers
Rub them, sharpen your pencil
Make a high resolution image and love it
Be a carpenter love it
Everybody needs it
Be a herdsman love it
Everybody needs it
Busy yourself and love it
Love the works of your hands
No one needs to die
Not even those who commit suicide
Don't think about it
Strive to live without end
Everybody needs it
Don't be rich and hate your friend
Don't be poor work firmly
Don't be evil and earthly
Hardship and suffering
all behind society's eyes
raised by the ghetto
slums cracked lights out
scavenges for life
The same face in all places
no father figures
can't support, gone
moms fiend for crack
the silent killer
hard to take, reality hurts
nothing lives within him
unloved, felt like a colorless weed
wants to develop
a beautiful rose
society wont let
its a cruel world
only the streets
resist the temptations.
Death laid outside his doorstep
waiting to grab the innocent beneath
Gang life sleeps in his thoughts
trying to fight the opposition
a deadly current war.
need to make ends meat
but how, never given a chance
selling drugs only option
need to feed his children
and in his mind
people just stare.
Treated as the fungus of earth
and all this money
soldiers dying, the devils agreement
army of weeds, never stop regrowing
power making more poverty
not spent on the poor
only used for wars
A war on drugs
to fight them off
but they made them
dirty tricks, crooked
and still we don't change this
mankind has the say
not the rich.
Children screaming, not heard
tears not felt
like a raindrop with no splat
it always keeps raining
in his eyes.
People so caught up in the power
like a wolf fighting for its food
wraps around the minds
changing ambition to greed
then i think things would be fair
for all the bad acts
Going through his mind
all the times he cried
number of life's he lost
in the penitentiary
trapped left to die
a fly under a glass.
Certain peoples cause
an act with no redemption
soon to burn in hell
tried to deceive us
saying they were against us
causing pains and misery.
A secret war
propaganda in its finest form
defying the innocent
eyes turned, no notice
It goes on and keeps on growing.
voltage/ forward we go
If time travel were possible,
the period I would want to visit most of all
would be that time long ago,
when Europe was covered with snow.
When we walked Among the Neanderthal.
Two different species of human,
but still very much the same.
Our common ancestor evolved differently
due to climate and terrain.
Homo Heidelbergensis emerged out of Africa
into Europe and Western Asia,
but then the ice age came and the species became segregated
due to vast deserts, seas and glacier.
The ice age gripped Northern Europe.
Polar conditions were most of the continent.
Homo Heidelbergensis then evolved into the cold adapted Neanderthal
and became Europe's only human resident.
The Neanderthals were territorial and they lived in small family clans.
Limestone caves provided most with shelter,
it was a limited resource upon this frozen land.
The caves the Neanderthals lived in were the center of the Neanderthal’s universe.
Within the cave walls, the Neanderthals would bury their dead and give birth.
Within the cave walls they would eat, they would sleep.
Within the cave walls they would butcher their meat.
Within the cave walls they would groom, they would mate.
Within the cave walls they would even defecate.
Within the cave walls was the safest place to be.
Outside was the harshest climate known to humanity,
in an unforgiving terrain filled with wild animals stalking them,
as well as Neanderthal males stalking other clan’s women.
Neanderthal clans did not interact with each other at all
and this was perhaps their biggest and greatest downfall.
Limited contact meant limited viewpoints and limited exchanges of ideas,
and so the Neanderthal's limited survival techniques
remained the same throughout their years,
back in sub tropical Africa, somewhat simultaneously,
Homo Heidelbergensis evolved into a warm adapted human.
Homo sapiens, Us, You and Me,
As the climate grew warmer we too migrated up north
into the Neanderthal’s stronghold.
Neanderthal extinction was about to come forth.
Within a few thousand years, the Neanderthal ceased to exist.
The small size of their clans made them vulnerable.
They couldn't confront or protect or resist.
To continue click NEXT for Among The Neanderthal Part 2
I pause from painting a canvass of opinion, brush strokes colouring a solid red
across the blank faces that warily observe. A compass points to the right (a dead
end) yet with no direction, escorting a stained brain in reverse: an unnatural place to start.
This taste is always freshest in the mouths of the hungry, which are forced to part
from an honest working voice to focus solely on the next meal. Who will stand
up to write THIS IS WRONG on Parliamentary walls to clear blinkered eyes? A hand
can paint and sculpture, but will also make a fist.
A better world is open if we walk on through the mist.
Not truly audible, visible, olfactory or tactile; Icy; Undeserving; Complicated as usual; I have faith that he is protecting me; Wheat and stars; Until I die; No matter how close I get I still want to be closer; Nobody can help me but me; L.O.V.E.; Never to be possessed; A rite of passage; The will to live; Present in a fantasy; Cold as the endless winter of the tundra; Not lustful; A mental peace that endures forever;
Low IQ, Dynamite, And Stuff
Doctor says my IQ is lower than a carrot
Obviously I’ll need a second opinion on that
With dynamite found in a back alley
And a pack of matches
We’ll see who is the idiot
I feel smarter by the hour
With the help of North Korea and Iran
I’ll get my hands on uranium
And be the talk of Hollywood
In fact, become, my own nuclear power
With thermonuclear devices
I could become twice as bright
Brighter than the sun
A gun I found in the attic will set things right
I'll visit the doctor again
To see who has the low IQ
With a pistol pointed at their head
At the age of thirteen, life is carefree
Time to become all that one can be
Life stopped for you; cut off at the knees
Being told very harshly about Huntington's Disease
At the age of thirteen, life is carefree
Ball games, skating, spelling bees
Being told very harshly about Huntington's Disease
The look of grief on your face and the weeping
Ball games, skating, spelling bees
Life stopped for you; cut off at the knees
The look of grief on your face and weeping;
At the age of thirteen, life is carefree
Words Grow Oysters Go Down
Words grow on barbed wire
On acid rain with sugar droplets
They sit on foreigners tongues assembled
Numbered and fermenting
Difficult to pronounce
Or say in public
Words never come easily
Buying vowels is expensive
Consonants too solid for the air around them
Stay heavy. They end there, untouched
Some words never fit the mouth
And remain unborn
Language seedlings grow in nations
Cultivated underground like mushrooms
Tasting damp and dark
Natural words slip away
Down the throat like oysters
There are no words for that
Sex is sex with connections
According to “them”, chemistry plays a part
There are a lot of ins and outs, ups and downs with coitus
It has been suggested certain parts are needed for functionality
Utilization of external & internal parts might be required
Facts of life in accordance with birds and bees philosophy
“They” say it’s all about relations, (perhaps aided by vibrators or vibrations)
There are 3 kinds of sex;
1.) Playing by oneself with one self
2.) Sex between 2 persons
3.) Orgies? Or morgies? Or mortgages? (ménage a trios might fit this
I’m confused about mortgages and it does not sound like fun
Then there’s sex with animals but that’s just wrong
Commitment plays another part, free will with honor, monogamy
Other people pay for it. (Don’t get lost. Stay focused. We’re talking sex.)
A business transaction, that comes with or without diseases
Trying not to be litigious
“They” also say other things regarding human beings and sex
Compatibility, social, economic, religious components weigh in
All is well with puzzle man….if he has a home, a job, a car
The car, as far as we know, always trumps a bike when dating
Competition is healthy in relations “they” say
Parties involved in coitus know
Sex doesn't happen on its own
One must be properly lubricated and maintained
Like an auto or chu chu train
I imagine it must be like a banana penetrating a donut
Not a savory sight
Again…. You need a home, or shopping cart, or car
Even up in a tree will do if you’re in the mood
To be accomplished
Reading books on what parts fit with other parts is desirable
They say the most important thing about such things is love
I wouldn't know about such things
It’s all a puzzle to a little man like me
I only have a bicycle you see so sex is out of the question
Also, I’m only 3
Mother is about to bathe me
She had better keep her hands to herself
I want to figure these things out alone and by myself
Thor No More
It’s understood that Thor is another Norse story
With a masculine muscular man and warrior
A mythical character, comic book figure
Son of Odin, with his hammer, as their leader
Not much more
But wait a moment…
Isn't Thor a man as stated?
Modern times calls for a grander change and plan
To blur the lines of male and female
Thor is now a woman warrior
“Thor Girl – called Tarine- super-heroine”
(Heroin, a drug, sounds about right for this)
Marvel, less than marvelous in pretending
Invented this gender bending tool
Wanting to serve some homophobic sex score
Shouldn't it be Thor-ina or Thor-ette or Thora?
Perhaps Thor should be a ballerina
Oh Thora how we adore ya!
Hammer in hand standing grand
Breast spread proud across the clouds
An open mind is what they scream and plead
Reality tells us differently
An open mind, like a lid, opened on a garbage bin
Let’s in everything
A discerning mind is what makes sense
The rest is nonsense
Sieve out the rest
As for Thor
I think of this no more
It’s just a story
I do not know?
Ya walk around
With your butt hanging out
The media tells you yes!
But the heart is
Filled with doubt.
No body told you
That fashion made sense
It has stupid rules
And the morals are bent.
But still, you put on
Those uncomfortable things
With insanely tight trousers
And stuff made of strings.
. . .
Out of the many
Things you could wear
You choose the clothes
That make ya look bare.
With tops so darn low
They let nothing hide
Maybe trousers with holes in
Ooops. . .
There goes your pride.
Your body is special
Yet you treat it like trash
Copying everyone. . .
So you "think" you look flash
But . . .
Where's your sense of decorum?
You think that will attract a good guy?
Nooope. . .
It will lead him to boredom.
If you really want
The right kind of guy
Treat your self as special
And hold your head high
The truth of the matter is...
If he really loves you
You could wear a sack
And he would still think
That you were cute.
There’s a moment when, crossing between two streetlamps, a double shadow appears,
arching from your fears, a body projected through years onto cracked concrete.
So, stopping, you watch it split in separate directions, no fixed perfections,
all later corrections point from now dividing as forces pull one into two,
coloured red or blue at different ends of the spectrum, matter is best left some space,
life isn’t a race in the traditional sense, but against the perception of yourself.
Worrying is bad for your health, because as much as television may scream in your ear,
grinding each individual gear, you need not wealth,
but a hand to pick you up and dust you off when you fall,
no problem at all, giving pats on the back, setting the wheels back on the track,
in motion again you walk on from staring at your shadow, standing won’t help you grow.
And I know it says not to walk towards the light, but this time it’s alright,
because looking back won’t help either. As a fighter, neither Rocky nor Rambo,
you face the night ahead, spit to clear your mouth of lead, and strut on son,
because you are only born once, and you only die once,
but it’s what you do between the two that makes you awesome.
Numbers Subtract At Dawn
(4 & 6 Take Sides)
Number 4 and 6 are safe for the moment basking in their wholeness
In a sun, on their side, as they stand holy in the light
Erect, gesturing, complete, as numbers should be
Enemies destroyed most digits starting with the perfect ones
Calling them irrelevant, having them erased, having them removed
Fractions diminish, section by section, cut off from equals
Fratricide is common among numerators and denominators
Fighting to be on top
Major math, primary numbers, stand alone
To figure out the calculus of it all
Zero explains much, holds integers as “whole”, as accountable, in contempt
Real numbers hate them for their size, exposed parts, being divisive
(Division is a crime)
5 does everything in its power to become the number to its left or right
It calls them neighbors
4 and 6 will have nothing to do with it
They call 5 a “numeric perversion”
4 will always be 4. 6 will always be 6
They both want 5 to leave the country quickly (at once)
All numbers should be reduced by day break
They will comply and murmur down
Subtraction takes place at dawn
Where the countdown begins at once
Starting with the number one
4 & 6 take sides but don’t change
Nothing else remains
Addiction is a curse but not from god
It plays role of havoc to the body
And empties their wallets!
It is a strong disease that no doctor or shrink can cure it
With will power that goes weakend,and your mind goes out of control!
Once your addicted to any vice your choices are very limited it becomes
Between the day and night that inner ugly monster takes over
Destroy that ability to respond or fight it
It's possible to regain the control of the body thru mind and the soul
And only a prescription is a strong conviction
Addiction is just another curse that leaves you poor
By Brian Otoole
Homicides of young children
are solved more often
than any other age group, but after the age of ten
the chance of solving the crime drops by 25 percent.
Primary school was all about playing
Around the place I was jumping
Within the yard was I running
Without time for reading
I played to pass examination
The primary school mentality
Move with me even affecting my civility
To the point that I eluded reality
Thinking, there was no reality
But the day dawned when I had a regression
In my education
Then, reading was the only solution
To the present situation
I read to pass examination
But the higher I go
The more I realize I have to stand on my toe
If at all I would want to glow
But, oh ! I did glow
Reading was now metamorphosed to studying
Since the situation now requires more than reading
Because the situation requires one energizing
In other to keep success acquiring
I now study to pass examination
I wonder; what will happen on my next level?
If it was 1942
Relationships would carry substantial views
Since about 1983
Things have changed drastically
Backwards, zig- zaged, upside-down
Destroyed traditions have become muted sound
Men are getting milk for free
While feasting on all the meat they can eat
They have no reason to buy the cow or compliment it with a vow
Trying out the goods before paying full price
A generation who hears the word marriage and thinks twice
I’d have to blame it on the 60's babies
They started getting divorced and made everything crazy
Now what sense is it to have a child and than move in?
Not to mention it’s a biblical sin
God’s word never changed His people suddenly did
He wanted parents to be married when they had a kid
They use to ship a girl away that got pregnant before she began to show
Now there are many men that pick up and just go
We are in an age that is afraid to fully commit
Yet we have no problem doing everything else with charm and wit
The results of this lifestyle has caused nothing but chaos and pain
How many people go to court for child support every day and are in need of financial gain
Let’s not forget the teens that have followed in this lead
They meet some teenage boy and think that love means having his seed
Children are raising children while young adults are living together before its time
What’s the point of marriage if you have already drank the whole bottle of wine
If you think this is normal or that marriage is for the lame
Wait another 20 years and watch how damaged and filled with shame
Our future children will wonder why no one stays together for long
They will write it in poems and sing it in their songs
It was not just a religious belief it was the right thing to do
Fall in love get married then have a baby or two
Women are wasting their lives with a man for years
If you live together and aren’t married he will end up bringing you to tears
And if you do get married what is there to look forward to, tax right offs I suppose
Because by the time you have married you have formed thorns around your precious rose
There were no talk shows featuring “you are not the father” back then
People had one partner until the very end
Let’s not forget about the problem with STD's
They run ramped like birds in vibrant trees
Before long people will have to carry a safety card
To prove their privates aren’t strangely scarred
All avoidable, yet it keeps getting worse
When will we wake up and finally hit reverse?
Nang sa mundo ako ay nagkamulat
Sa isipan ko’y hindi ikaw ang hinangad,
Pangarap na maging ano o sino
Ang siyang sa puso ko’y namumuno.
Nang lisanin ko na ang sekundarya
Napatigil ako sa isang banda,
Bakit kaya noon kaydali mangarap?
Bakit kaya ngayon sobrang kayhirap?
Parang tinik sa lalamunan ang pagpili
Nang kursong magbibigay sayo ng galak at ngiti;
Halo-halong emosyon ang uusbong
Kahit sino-sino na lang ang tinalunton.
Mahabang panahon na ang aking ginugol
Sa pagpli ng pangarap na hindi mapupurol,
Iba’t ibang suhestiyon galing sa iba
Ngunit sa huli, ako pa rin ang magpapasya.
At nang araw ay dumating
Sa pagpasok sa paaralang Unibersidad
Tuliro ang isipan, pati ang damdamin
Ano bang kurso sa akin may kalidad?
Dumatal na ang dapithapon
Ngunit pasya ay di pa nabubuo
Litung-lito kung ano ang susundin
Si ama’t ina o aking isipan at damdamin?
Waring sana’y taimtim talagang pag-isipan
At tanawin ang mangyayari sa hinaharap
Lalong-lalo na ang gabay ni Amang Lumikha
Na siyang nagpukol sa atin ng buhay na dakila.
its a fact put this on your rack
i know hand to hand combat
and well school
in my moves
i have the tools
am swift as a wind mill
I'AM TRAIN TO KILL
That's make it two of us, loving ancient text and stuff
To osculate to give a buss, an intensive thinking to find out
A deep meaning of that truss! To read to see to get plus.
A fellow not a cuss, to meet what you have been looking for
I do not know?
For Reverend Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.
You had a dream
of pastures of peace
where children of all hues mingled like rainbows
they silenced you, but your voice
resounds now in those pastures
not yet of peace
and your dream is still a dream
the dream you dreamt while others slept
you said that you’d been to the mountain-top
and they silenced your voice just then
before your eyes saw that promised land
of pastures of peace where children of all hues mingle like rainbows
now your vision is glimpsed in some pastures
not yet of peace
and yes, they silenced your voice
but your spirit their bullets could never tear apart
your spirit, like your dream
is mingled with the wind in all those pastures
not yet of peace
and until we give life to your dream
those pasture of peace
where children of all hues mingle like rainbows
shall remain simply your dream
so as we remember you today
and pledge that those pastures of peace
are nourished first in each of us
for only then will your dream will take root
and blossom into our shared dream
and the view from the mountain-top,
radiant and bright and full of hope shall seem
where children of all hues mingle like rainbows
So many disappointments that I have from day to day
If I could make a change - I’d find a better way.
I would have made my dreams -long before my teens
Then I would have known what to do
And I would follow through.
But my dreams came in my older years
And that is when you have doubts and fears.
They say with age you build confidence.
That is not always true.
As you get older you don’t know what to do.
This is the age of computers - and technology
Is reaching heights
You don’t know who to turn to
Or how to even fight.
I know that education is so much more advanced
So put your mind to it
You may not get another chance.
Set that goal in your mind
Don’t let that dream fall behind
Don’t stop yourself before you’ve even begun
You can do it - you’re the only one.
Visualize that dream in your mind
Then it won’t be so hard to find.
Like a baby - you must first learn to crawl
Then walk , then run, and you will see
That it will come.
So many dreams have been left
On the wayside road of life
That when they recall
They have to struggle and fight.
Certain Notions About Earth
Oceans fill themselves with liquid pleasure
Storms corner the world to make it spin
Fires feed themselves with a desire to be the sun
Deserts take their time to sort through sand
Grains get in the way of weather as they travel west
Certain winds move by themselves forever up
Lands shift but mostly hold objections down along tectonics faults
Grounds swallow rivers until saturated or full
But were made for walking, along with mountains
Thermometers can tell you this
That deep inside the core are metals molten red
Rocks get older with each period and each age
Trees hold the Earth in place and dream of greener days
Animals have their place
But that’s a lesson for another day
have the tools
stay in school
don't' be a fool
pay your dues
get on the news
you'll have time to play
GO ALL THE WAY
When Virgins Emerge
Virgins dwell on celibacy when they emerge
Even though the agenda might stray to setting dynamite
To lighting candles, eating celery, and hanging everything in sight
Displaying imaginary tiny toys and boys with strings and hooks
Around their necks as ornaments
Christmas trees come to mind
Virgins begin to find their spirits under there
Surprises give thier rise to blossoming
All Incongruities abound and bounce
Like Easter bunnies, they multiply rapidly in Spring
Such women naturally adapt
Are adept at math
Virgins lie and wait
If thoughts could think
Puritanical thoughts would starve for food
Suffocate from education
No need for birth control
Being pure of soul
No need for debate
Or hesitation concerning masturbation
Convenience stores will do just fine
When women explode into the universe
To find their feminine side
Unwind, have a smoke, a child or two
Virgins don’t just converge, they merge with it
i tell all youth
here's the truth
don't be a fool
mothere or cool
she gives he best news
so before paying dues
like no other my sister and brother
LISTEN TO MOTHER
The wings of the morning follow the song,
The hope and colors these flowers belong.
The same wind running the clouds,greeting the stars
The wind-watcher in the rye and the saints in altars
And the long yellow field with red poppy fills,
Where the poet`s heart dances with the daffodils,
Drawing the heaven`s curtains in pensive mood
Waving the handkerchief, the bliss of solitude,
Around each thought, you see, a big cloud grew
Memory of pain shrived all in the infinite blue;
The diamond of will as it cut the horizon`s line
In the world`s representation that is not mine;
In the grass, there is a beetle, so little like a thought,
A real glimmer of hope as it was recently brought;
Each ego discovers himself like grass` inward eye
Each blade of grass awaken by the wind`s cry;
Sometimes, the wind plays with your golden locks;
There are thousands of somersaults beyond the rocks,
Maybe find the old traces that flout tradition;
As you try to achieve something positive
By means of negation and finally retrieve
The same flowers in the same shy green fields,
The invincible rusty swords hitting the shields
Following the first spears with similar reaction
As help to “cross the frozen waste of abstraction
To arrive at concise, concrete philosophizing”,
Negative Dialectics charts such a crossing
As substitute for the unity principle`s ring,
Praise worthy attempt`s strength used by
Other constitutive subjectivity that may try
To bring the experience to the real meaning
In the current state of the ontology reigning
At the other side of the new relation emphasized
As old understanding and immanently criticized
Out of the need for it, that adds its own mission.
Calling a negative dialectics and a new position:
Like flowers that lose their real beauty in time,
Several categories retained with their rhyme.
This is my first time in a parachute
Jumping off the cliff face mountain
My instructor told me now, to count to 20
Before I pull the cord
Maybe that's what he said
I figure if I count higher
I can only be more secure
To play it safe, I will count to 95
That way when I land I’ll be more alive for sure
Half way down now I lost the count
So I’ll start over
A stop is no step,
A step is no stop!
don't just lay back
put that on the rack
to stay in touch
you have to do much
its no wrong
to carry on
on what right its the light
its your day
HAVE SOME SAY
I do not know?
‘ Does East Meet West ? … ’ ( A Galileolian Moment)
( Metaphysical Poem # 6 )
Does East and West, At One Moment Meet
Somewhere, at a Rendezvous Discreet ?
… A Preponderance Perplexity …
For A Galileo Feat – Temerity
Does an East and a West Path
Go Arrow-Flown to Infinity ?
Does Unseen Length Returns
to Repeat Its Continuity ?
Function of This Question
Is to First, Ply with More Unction,
and Look at a ‘Line’ and its Definite Junction
Mine - Line Definition: A Straight-On-Precision
Distance: No Resistance, Between Two Focal Points
Whether Large or Small, The Line Overall, in Vision
has as Depiction, All Along its Line, You Will Find
from Start to Finish, Line is - Undiminished & Joint
Yea … Joint. And Therein Lies the Gist… The Point.
Look To A Sky Line. Look Very Closely as though for a Sign
Go Back and Forth to View … and Someplace in the Midst, You
Will See A Focal Kinetic-Sharer … Let Me Elucidate Further:
If You Walk, Back and Forth, and Back and Forth
It Does Not Matter if Path is Long or Short
Or Whether It Is, East West, South or North
Here is Where These Words, Has Its Worth
The Connection, is the Center
Now, Let Us Look In A Mirror
like an Image in Mirror … Facing West
For the Merest Moment, The Image Was a Guest
For The Merest Moment … East and West has Met
Yet, if Two Mirrors Face Each Other, What Is Shown
Did The Fractal Vision Meet and Then Go On and On ?
But Still In This Instance, I Bet … You Can See How It Gets
More Ease to Know and Yet … We Fail This Global Geometry-Test
We Pass East to West on the Street, Parallel Planes that do not Greet
Oh …Let Us Take Kindly Measure … And Get Back To Our Focal Center
We Can Go East To West, in A Radius- Come Full Circle where We Face Us
In an East to West Diameter … We Are Still In The Same Mortal Perimeter
So, Let Us Converge to Our East and West Midpoints and Merge
If You Are Almost on The Verge … May Galilean’s Moons Urge
A Surge and Fuse East to West … My Right Hand To Your Left
At Our Human Being Best … Facing Breath to Breath
And Heartbeats to Heartbeats, Completes …
Where East and West Halfway Meets
Yea … East and West Does Meet
we stood tall
against that wall
some had to fall
we made our call
now look up
to the one we trust
and blink and wink
NOW ISTHE TIME
TO SAY THINK
Outa State Plates
Billy Bob and Jimbo’s jaws dropped
Along with Mrs. Miller’s porcelain plates
Caught in the act
Two fools perpetrating a dish stealing crime spree
Unsavory, onerous in nature, by the perpetrators
Smashed to bits were dishes and windows
Scattered about the basement floor
The old widow’s china lay destroyed
Add Breaking and entering to the charges
A total disregard for the keeping of the peace
Not to mention the deprivation of sleep
The Sheriff cornered them there in their get away
Escaping with a salvaged plate or two
“What are you boys up to?”….ventured the law
Stunned, short winded, and caught, they replied;
“We like the pretty designs on these things officer sir.’
“They have fancy writing too.”
“We were just borrowing them for a while….thank you.”
The old lady enlightened the gathering
“They’re priceless antiques from Germany!”
The Sheriff took Billy Bob and Jimbo away
Charged them with stealing outa state plates
At the heart of our country,
Lay their names in the black stone
The promise that set us free,
Was tied when their courage shone.
They stood and they fought for us,
And for that, we give our voice
The valiant, brave, and just,
Let us stand, join hands; rejoice.
As they’ve gained the greatest wealth,
Today, their stories are shared.
Love your neighbor as yourself,
Like these heroes also cared.
The tales of these brave soldiers,
Our brothers, sisters, neighbors
Some younger and some older,
An act of selfless labor.
With freedom to celebrate,
Liberty to speak our minds
We realize the death of hate,
And press to follow behind.
We’re born as a new nation,
At their final endeavor
Their courage our salvation,
We stand united, forever.
I used to think that life was a joke.
When I was 9 I started to smoke.
When I was 11 I began to drink.
But as I got older I began to think
I started thinking about what I wanted to do and what I had to give.
But then I realized I had a long life to live.
At age 13 I started to fight for no good reason.
Thanks to my dad and my anger,
I got kicked out of school for the rest of the season.
Not long after, my mom and my dad were separated,
By this time, my anger had very well escalated.
I was baker-acted for making threats in 1999.
Threatening take everyone’s life, including mine.
I hated it! I hated my life in every way.
I always stayed in the house.
I never wanted to play.
After being home schooled for two years,
It was time to go to High School my dear.
My mother appraised me, she said I would to fine.
Oops! My Bad. I got suspended 22 times.
I got baker acted again and I caught a charge.
A charge that landed me straight behind bars.
I was on probation and violated constantly.
For once the only thing I wanted was to be free.
At age 15 I was in a program locked in a cell.
Oh boy! How fun! I had my 16th Birthday in jail.
It took 11 months and 11 days to get my act straight and learn better ways.
January 16,2004 I was free once again,
To be locked up no more.
3 days after I was 17 and free from being locked down,
My mother tells me I’m off probation now.
Now that I’ve told you what I’ve been through,
Its time for me to tell you about what I plan to do.
This is what I plan to do with my life.
To make good decisions and to do what’s right.
I plan to continue to go to school.
No more days of trying to play cool.
I am who I am not to pretend.
The way I think of it, in my life I need no fake friends.
People think I’m crazy for my plan to succeed.
Its my choice if I want to be a part of the city police.
I want to major in Criminal Justice to become a lawyer or be apart of the law.
I have came a very long way and have left so many people in awe.
People think of me as a misbehaved, disturbed little child.
But look at how far I made it. Even though it took a while.
When I was younger, I was wild.
But to all who doubted me, I hope I made you proud.
See the effort that I chose to give.
And all this was to earn a better life to live.
We all search for happiness
We enjoy even the thought
We hope for all things of brightness
To join us as along life's road we trod.
Just trying to reach the top
Unknowing exactly what the top is
We work hard as young adults
Just like little honey bees
We gather our goods
Putting them all into our nest.
We journey on along
Hoping we are with our final mate
Even tho somedays are diamonds
And some are stones
Just like Neil Diamond said in his song.
So what is the meaning of it all
As age creeps into our bodies
You get older and yes you become wiser
But you are also much trier now
As age has a way of doing that to you
For it is all a part of the aging picture.
When your mind as well as your body
That these things you thought were so important
Can't go with you as your final journey you do make
They are left here for someone else to look through
And to complain about what a mess you have made!
Hugs are babies’ first official language
Followed by triangles, circles, with assorted symbols
Infants pay special attention to white pillows and quilts
Sleep is always on their minds
Flowing over yellow ribbons of light and energy
Babies contemplate squares and rectangles lifted from the fog
They think about animals as fury toys and perceive them thusly
Images come slowly and they focus on shiny things
They feel their tiny fingers and toes to stay in touch
Letters and numbers are foreign to them now
Yet they understand some things about them in their world
Pink and white dreams of billowy clouds bounce by
They think to take this ride a lot
Streams of life with limited visibility color in the blurs
Shapes of things to come take form in these meanderings
They know two mountains warm with riches wait for them
Breasts filled with vitamins and milk
They cling to these mounds for nourishment
They rest their heads and think goo goo gaa gaa
It is the foundation of a doctoral dissertation later in life
While mothers voice flows over them like thick warm honey
Babies think of deeper sleep
GOD was the big bang
fighting evil is the pain
to those struggling to stay afloat,
performing that ever-amusing
balancing act, standing on the raft
of dwindling “faith,” while the river
of rationality, science & reason
continues without pause
to flow stronger than
ever down below---
that is, when you look at the age
range of folks dropping out
of the cesspool of organized
religion here in the belly of the
empire, one finds finally
that “the belief in the existence of
god has dropped 15 points in the
last five years among americans
30 and under”---so as age
drops, so does the willful wading in
so for those still standing on the
raft, refusing to learn how to swim,
refusing to give up on writing off
everything in this world for a better
one after they die,
what will be the total
cost, when that last bit of
belief falls through the fingers
once comfortably held “praying”
in silent desperation?
when the one changing your diapers
doesn’t feel like wheeling you down
to the church, because s/he doesn’t
see the point, how long will it take
you to figure out just how much of
the energy in your life, just how many
years (that you’ll never get back)
you wasted on these fantasies
dreamt up by people who refused to
allow the education of the women
they traded like cattle, who thought
the earth was flat like a sheet of
paper & who felt that bloodletting might
be the proper way of getting rid of
a stomach bug?
Oh how I wish he would take care of me,
we’re not getting any younger he must see.
Ever since the day he learned to walk and run,
we’ve gone to great lengths to have fun.
Early on at the young age of three,
he was climbing and fell out of a tree.
Rushed to the hospital to access the harm,
luckily it was only a broken arm.
Then at the age of only six,
yet another broken bone to fix.
While playing on the roof so high,
he slid off to meet the ground hard and dry.
The result was not one but two broken feet,
so having to use crutches was quite a treat.
Because getting around was no longer something of ease,
he couldn’t go as he would please.
Then while playing ball at the age of eight,
received a broken nose while at the plate.
Several broken bones and many bruises later,
he has become a sports spectator.
The safety of the sideline is where he needs to be,
so that he can take care of me.
Arthur was 16 when he entered the system
i could never ask him why
he was too old when i met him
he was on soo many pills
and not very pleasant to talk to
he heard voices
he would sometimes get up and punch someone
but who knows if they deserved it
after being in a mental institute
from the age of 16 until the day you die
wouldn't you go crazy
the first real guinea pig
i met him
i never cried for him and his pain
but he always wanted to check my shave,
perhaps a victim from some sick war crime
I'll never know
Graham is not from our country
and I've written amnesty international concerning his welfare
they say its not any of their concern
as he wears shackles and chains on a daily basis
and goes to the bathroom in a diaper and eats cold food like sandwiches
because he hits people
mainly his doctor who lies to him
in my opinion
just like the doctor lied to my dad about me trying to bite him,
but i have no proof
just lucky I'm not in chains
going to the bathroom in a diaper
I know he committed a crime but two years locked in one room
alone with a window curtain opening and closing to spy on you
is enough psychological insanity to inspire mania if you ask me
Andrew was a crack head
and held up some convenience stores for some money
so he could get drugs
now hes been in the funny farm for like twelve years
still trying to get a hold of his next hit
watching his youth disappear
watching his life fade away
jumping through the hoops of a system that holds your freedom above you
that may or may not ever grant it
Andrew ran away
gave it all he got
saw people chained to the wall
people dieing there from the age of 16 for ridiculous crud
and knew they were toying with him
so he ran away
now he on a unit where god only knows
what mind hell they're putting him through
what rainbows hes swallowing down
Shelley was the meanest woman i had ever met
but it was always worth seeing her smile
don't know haven't figured out if the drugs really helped her
but she was in that place since she was seventeen
and died in a group home from some sickness
they claim wasn't related to her meds
I'm no fool, the stuff they pump us full of is deadly and toxic
i never made it to Shelly's funeral to see her murderers
there crying fake tears
for someone they would never really miss
A solid idea has a myriad of concrete corners
When you step off the curb take one with you and iron boots
It follows you with definable mass and weight
With cold hard facts to anchor
A solid idea is one that is frozen in time chiseled
Like a statue of hard marble it is always there
Asphalt and trees fill in the landscape by the river
Solid ideas sometimes bathe in the sun by the banks
Hold on to railings of the ship if you should sail there
Metallic footwear will not save you
If you float down the stream of consciousness
Or away into the atmosphere
The edges of street blocks are covered in salt
Under a microscope the crystalline structures take shape
Are cube like forms bunched together
A solid idea is one that grips you firm like that
It replaces, displaces water on the brain
I keep my solid ideas locked up
In chains, in basements, in refrigerators
To be taken out on special occasions
Poured over ice to thaw conversations
society seems to have lost certain aspects of courtesy
today it's the norm to speak in the language of profanity
n's, b's and h's are the words that people use today
they don't comprehend the negativity in the words that they say
to be polite and mannerly is now a thing of the past
the rap culture mentality has taken over everyday language at last
i understand the need for those artists to express their thoughts
but i can't comprehend why they can't do it
in the proper language that they've been taught
what's in a word?
it's the language that man uses to communicate
it's not what you say but how you say it,
the way that people do relate
if you talk in words that are regarded as being low class
many will perceive
that you have never gotten
the education that others have received
they look at you with contempt
and then become condescending
they look at you as being inferior,
for that is the message you are sending
so be careful of the words that you choose
and the manner in which you speak
for what's in a word and how you use it
determines the level of respect that you seek
My dad is little angry but mum is alright.
If they feel different don’t get so tight.
They love me very much that’s why,
They always measure what is my height?
Dad heart is pure consult me always free,
I respect for experience he has knowledge light.
Mum cares for my taste and for a fashion,
Her choice is wonderful and very bright.
They shared my pain and offered happiness,
Sometimes I have argument but they were right.
If partner is in a young age enjoyment is lot,
Money and degree can’t get a place might.
If children are in early age they grown up soon,
Grand will be ever happy in olden age fight.
A right time is a right time and bad time is bad,
Care for your time if you want to enjoy life kite.