My one heart as a part of humanity's great heart,
spiritually holds the indwelling God presence as sought.
A human hold shiftily slants and grows knots tied fraught
with false-held, gloomy feels that egos and fears impart.
Divine truths dawn in our souls thru imagination,
not from human workings but graces gifts in-working.
Imagination can stop fears from falsely out-working
and foil mankind's believed limits of false accreditation.
In still solitude, spiritual truths as held in our being
meet our consciousness, our divinity's hidden place
in which our indwelling Christ gives ALL with God's grace
and intellect joins intuition to seek a soul's true freeing.
Through spiritually held faith one is belief aligned
in God's power, greater than any fear episode
man may encounter or engineer to earth upload.
No one or thing can malign what our Father designed.
My faith would never crumble feeble as styrofoam
when the worst that could happen is I'd get to go home.
WHAT THEY SAID:
MASSES: Our votes must count!
AREA BOYS: We only know our pay master, the originator of stomach infrastructure
PARTY MANIFESTOS:
LP: You won't labour in vain
PDP: When we were in charge, we were the biggest economy in Africa
APC: We will "cushion" the effects of subsidy removal and increase "minimum" wage.
THE UMPIRE:
Bimodal voter accreditation system (BVAS) and Viewing portal (IREV), are both "game changers!"
We "shall" UPLOAD, and TRANSMIT "results" immediately
The electoral process will be "FREE, FAIR and TRANSPARENT."
THE PRESS:
(A)
We have noticed election malfeasance, like: vote buying, voter suppression and intimidation
THE PRESS
(B)
Elections haven't started, but reports say "results are already being announced" in Nasarara
THE PRESS
(C)
Sources say "ballot boxes" just "arrived" Kogri at Noon
THE PRESS AND MASSES in UNISON:
Which one comes first, the results or the election?
THE UMPIRE: You reserve the right to go to court
THE COURT:
Ours is to "AFFIRM" victory and "DISMISS" noise makers.
Im officially the official of officialness in the matter of all matter that matters to anyone who is anyone who belongs to someone who is officially known as to be something of a descendant of man or men but probably preferably man not apes or monkeys but humanoids of this tiny tiny blue marble of a planet.
So cheers!
So since I'm officially the official of officialness you all can go about your official business.
And if you ever need any official advice or guidance or assistance or support or help or direction or instruction or supervision or regulation or authorization or approval or endorsement or confirmation or verification or validation or certification or accreditation or recognition or acknowledgment or appreciation or praise or commendation or compliment or admiration or respect or esteem or honor or tribute or homage or salute or toast or cheers, you know where to find me.
I’m always here for you, my fellow officials. ??
The writer in me, wants you to know that she writes to just be
She seldom writes to please
Or appease
All she writes for is to be
In writing to be
She creates a space within her that allows
her to become a writer that she was meant to be
The writer in me, wants you to know that she barely writes for accreditation
She does not know much about it
Or care for it
She cares about the space in which she wants to be
In writing, she finds joy and peace
And liberation of a special kind that writers perhaps need
Writers are freedom fighters I believe now
They fight for a cause
That have no hope at all
So what is the cause I am fighting for
I still don’t know
Perhaps it will emerge in tiny bits here and there
The writer in me will find one very soon
For now, the writer in me
Just writes to be.
Some do this because they
are good at it and some do this
simply because they can
And so to have excelled and
both had an affinity and natural
ability to do it since school
Lucky to posess a high I.Q and
university grade education
Who do it merely it for the joy
and kicks and accolades
Whereas other's not so fortunate
Neither nor blessed with inherent
talent , gifts such as like them
Have to work at it far much harder
than them or they will ever know
But what they lack in naturally
gifted ability or talent
They make up for in terms of
dedication and application and
shear determination
Who do it rather for personal
pleasure in spite of the fact
it's hard and doesn't come easy
to them
As for some don't and won't let
something as simple as knowning
Critical accreditation being
acknowledged may never be
achieved , reaced or attainable
But they don't care about that
it is irrelevant to them
And they are also jealous fan's
and in awe of those
Who make it seem far more
effortless and easier than it is
Than to the mere rest of us
wishing to hold on to there
coattails and bask in shadow
afterglow
Verily verily you are not all alone
Unfairness has stayed with us history has shown
Injustice to anyone is injustice to me
I lament any injustice to those yet to be
Everyone is part of the universal soul
For whom the proverbial bell truly does toll
Across our globe intolerance moves listlessly
Through compassion we find Blessed Community
I mostly worry about what I cannot see
It is on us to secure our own destiny
In united lands of the indivisible
A strong siege rages over the individual
It takes but one wise being to add to us all
One defining link between our victory and fall
Once this epic battle has been finally won
Thereby it will certainly be all said and Donne
Tribute poem to John Donne with further reference
and accreditation to Martin Luther King, Jesus Christ
and Buddha
She’s the self-diagnosed bi-polar type.
Google, M.D., full accreditation.
Reliant on prescribed medication
her cousin fills she sells to fill her pipe
with methamphetamine, crystallized, ripe
for thrills derived from sleep deprivation.
She shares all this with no provocation,
disrobed in my bedroom, the prototype
poster girl for dull, desensitized leeks,
stretched six feet tall like a used rubber band.
I call her filthy, so, she draws a bath,
snaps a nude photo of pale, passive cheeks,
and rests her breasts in the cup of my hand -
her clay spun for play now a sociopath’s.
“A Sinners Prayer”
Lord, it’s me, as torn as I am
Asking you for another chance, Everyday I’ve committed sins daily
And you’ve forgiven me, how can I repay thee?
I’m nowhere, Perfect or righteous
I am a sinner; I want you to lead the way
Lord I’m a beginner
That will someday
Come out as a winner, I fall short and you pick me up
Regardless of any given situation, you don’t require accreditation
Lord, I come to you, asking what I can do
To draw myself closer to you, how can I make it?
Without full understanding, how can I make it?
When life is so demanding, Lord sometimes I feel like the root of a flower
Sometimes seems like my darkest hours, you still somehow find the light
To let me know I’m precious in your sight
Lord I fail you daily, and you forgive, So that I can live
And I’m humble, so with my praise I can’t mumble, I have to shout
I don’t know look like what I’ve been through, Lord hear me out
Thank you Jesus for dying me and paying the price, Mo one else would give that big of a sacrifice
You see my outside but judge me from the inner, this a simple prayer, Coming from a sinner
Written by: Concetta Hardnett
6/27/2016
Diamond
Diamond does not know the value of self before processing
Human does endeavour to make its claim after risky playing
Tradition, similarly set and beautified by value set by name
Miscellaneous present and hidden culture dignified by men
Friends those should not be categorised as if of empty brain
Multiferous cultures are still present in men to men like gem
Those which vanished in scene from the days were also queen
Accreditation by men for unknown hard aren't grounds for fun
Come, share the important of brain adorning it with a diamond
With development and pass of era enabled men allowing fame
Diamonds are not those only objects which glitter after evolution
All supreme behave which gave men life of glory and pride behind
Whether all humanity should have endowed with honourable behave
Life, on earth, would have bestowed bright diamond for all and for ever.
Deepak Chalise
21/4/2016
they say i do not live in a mansion
neither do i have
a huge salary paid occupation
and poverty is my accreditation
so i do not deserve love
but what is love
and who is love for
the poor begs for love
the rich mistreat love
some have it all
but they don't have love
others have love
but do not no how
to treat love
Time to write a poem,
Marooned, Sole,
Try to get to know em, Confused , whole,
Seems to be faded,
Deserted, Soul,
Feeling kinda shaded,
Black , Hole,
Singular Delineation,
Blue October- Its just me,
Identify , Accreditation,
Motivation is the key,
Persevere , veneration,
Hold your glass high,
Revelry, Celebration.
Hello, Goodbye .
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