She heard the first heartbeat, a tiny, steady rhythm, A sudden, heavy weight, but a future coming with it. At fourteen, the world feels loud, sharp, and quick to judge, Yet standing in the doctor's room, she refuses to budge.
Scared of every step ahead, of how her world will shift, Everything is changing now, a sudden, permanent drift. Let them whisper, let them talk, they don't walk in her shoes, She holds her ground, protects her own, with everything to lose.
Her life is rearranging, the quiet room grows still, A mother’s love is waking up, a strong and steady will. "It’s mine," she says into the noise, clear above the fear, A promise made in silence to the beat she came to hear.
We can tolerate anything
But not being overly loved
It feels like flood sometimes
And famine at other times
He deserts her when she is need
Yet drags her close when he is in need
He doubts her a lot
Criticizes her
And demands her explanations
Yet she gives even more
Because she loves him so much
She admires him
She wants him
And never wants to lose him
She can do anything for him
But who is going to explain
The suffocation of her heart?
He never understands the
Beat of her heart
Because that beat is HIM.......
Local Knowledge,
Will always give you the edge,
On what bets to hedge,
Where best to plant a hedge,
Where not to dredge.
Ask a local and pay no fee,
Get the best info for free,
Even comes with a cup of tea,
And a garden in full bloom to see.
With local input,
You can increase your output,
With no no time out,
To hear the locals shout,
why were we not told about.
If you want long term profit,
Local knowledge will always be a better fit,
And save the need for a costly refit.
Best of all time for more golf will be a given,
So, why not give in,
Meet with the locals at their local Inn,
Put your original plan in the bin,
Giving logic time to settle in.
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Chicago, Milwaukee, Minnesota
Indian names of American fame
Lake Winnebago, Mt. Moosilauke
Indian names, American Jabberwocky
LeBron, Te’Oscar and Shaquille
Black Men, America’s athletic ideal
Beyonce and Megan Three Stallion
Black women, enticing hellions
Yet in the White House we get Joe and Donald
Next time, maybe ‘Pete’
Those white names’ve got no rhythm
They’ve got no beat
The time we look into each other’s eyes
The feelings between us rise
My heart beat skips at once
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reaching the limit of his intelligence
she felt more obligated to the other
feeling a need to
process her feelings
to rebuild emotional intimacy
that intimacy she needed
from the other man
so she could feel validated
Expressing emotions aloud
unfulfilled needs in her
current primary relationship
such as a lack of emotional
connection, excitement, and validation
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I already got me someone else
(Since you already have someone else
tell me what you are looking to do
so we can move forward)
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Whats ah man to do
tell me
whats auh man to do?
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Chops and woodshedding
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Yaaa taa yaa hey hey aaay
Soul sweet your precious
Mi eyes don hook your vessel
Com here mi dear
You are more than a lot
Com, com here love shoot your shot
When they mi heart beat drops
Com here my love shoot your shot
Your heart dey do burst my brain
Mi body sighs, shines like rain
Liken a arrow shot from bow
I'm firing myself unto, you
What you do, I'm coming fo you
Like water on a rock
Come shoot your shot
I swear mi eyes don't hook
But mi heart and mind look
Have in good time yo face be better jollof
Heartbeats kpam-kpam
You don be rhythm minded
Body be sweet got mi guided
Com here mi dear
You are more than a lot
Com, com here love shoot your shot
When they mi heart beat drops
Com here my love shoot your shot
Don let yo heart beat stop
Beloved, shoot your shot
oh how i envy the moon.
the light in the darkness.
the light i can never enjoy.
the light i will never be.
oh how long it’s been.
lost, trembling in the darkness.
was the light ever real ?
i don’t understand.
there is no light.
not for me.
it’s left me.
it’s left me like…
like everyone else.
Ever have a song
Stuck in your head,
Saying you have thirst
For sound koolaid?
Koolaid, you know,
The stuff that controls
The body metronome,
Whether moving the mind
Faster…or stopping it altogether.
Fans become cultists.
Do you have Bad Blood?
Are you Never Gonna
Not Dance Again?
Do you imagine tacos,
Magical tacos, falling out of the sky?
At concerts, do brain waves
Become one wave,
While the masses belt it out,
Swaying lighters to and fro,
Predicting the beat,
Or repeat
What words have caught hold
Over you
And taken the moths,
Flying out of leather folded homes en masse,
Flapping wing beat to song.
A plague is afoot and hive brain has won.
Is that dope, or dopamine,
Helping me work, work out, love life, escape life,
Or take in a better or more macabre scene.
Inside the outside of everything
Colors conform to retreat
I seek not what is lost or gained
I only seek the truth or fiction
Inside the Outside of all
I stumble against the wall of remorse
And in the distance of morning or nightide
I see the truth as gospel or not
Colors bleed into morning or night
Like the dharma of dawn reborn
I see the raven flying or hanging
On a rope-ladder to the moon and back
I am dead but hopeful of life
In all the usual places or not
I am dead and only now
glimpse the truth
You can’t hear me, I’m voiceless
Winds will tell what I say
If they won’t, I’ve no choices
Got no decent PA
I don’t meet expectations
You can’t see what I hide
The most distinct explanations
Sound in splashes of tide
It’s just me on the shore
Walking over again
Empty shells by the score
Glisten in the light rain
The ozone tastes so fresh
And the seagulls fly low
And my heart in your flesh
Keeps its beat while we go..
.
thuh percussionists
each beats
theirn
bongoz
castanets
harps
theirn pluck
your
hips mine
'gainst
stuck'd
My strongest muscle
beats with desire
to love you always
Today I stand in front of the mirror
Naked with a big cheeky smile
Eyes pooping out of their sockets
Teeth big, white and beautiful
I dress up and put on a flowery suit
I stare at my obviously muscular build
Almost at the door when I remember one important fact
You're not fully dressed without a smile
I go out into the bright, shiny sun
A still breeze caresses my shiny skin
I dab my face with my white handkerchief
Complete with my plastered cheeky smile
I drive off on a long stretch of road
Listening to the softest, gentlest tone
I nod my head to a booming beat
All while I wear my brightest, cheekiest smile
I get to a hill at a lonely place
I walk slowly to the looming hill
I look at the height with a slight relief
As I wear my brightest, cheekiest smile
I step back a little with a deep breath
I looked around but there's no one to see
I wear my smile for one final time
And then I go up, up and away
And their biggest star was a white boy named
A Quiet Field in Autumn stood —
Unrumored — and unknown —
Till Sudden Thunder split the Sky
Where modest Seeds were sown —
The Mighty Wind from tropic Seas
Came roaring — proud — and Warm —
Yet met a Chill from Prairie Air
And faltered — in its Storm —
No Laurel Crown announced the Lad —
No Herald spoke his Fame —
A freckled Flash — from Nowhere sprung —
And set the Night aflame —
The Giants stared — the Crowd drew Breath —
The Tempest lost its Claim —
For Glory loves the Hidden Path —
And seldom signs its Name —
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