If Black is beauty
We should have the fury
Ready to bless the scary
And chase away the treason treasury
To stand all a one unity
If Africa is great
That all true records she ever chest
Are ours; should it be colligate?
A snatch cum valid blood attest
Or be the genuine far away debate
If Man is a true clan
Will he submit to condone
And stand in place for his fan
To watch destruction under his pan
While taking refuge off plan
If Woman is a weak vessel
Should she be overlooked actionable
Clinch to addle
While we claim no boss; continue to saddle
For all the pleasure pleasing nestle
If nothing is to be counted upon
Men will make no peace of anyone
And find only hell a daemon
But somethings are to count on
Yet killings are all of fun
If the aftermath result war
Nigeria becomes what we saw
Eating up the law
Burning in insurgency and hatred raw
Have we more to abhor?
If Black is beauty
We should have the fury
Ready to bless the scary
And chase away the treason treasury
To stand all a one unity
If Africa is great
That all true records she ever chest
Are ours; should it be colligate?
A snatch cum valid blood attest
Or be the genuine far away debate
If Man is a true clan
Will he submit to condone
And stand in place for his fan
To watch destruction under his pan
While taking refuge off plan
If Woman is a weak vessel
Should she be overlooked actionable
Clinch to addle
While we claim no boss; continue to saddle
For all the pleasure pleasing nestle
If nothing is to be counted upon
Men will make no peace of anyone
And find only hell a daemon
But somethings are to count on
Yet killings are all of fun
If the aftermath results war
Nigeria becomes what we saw
Eating up the law
Burning in insurgency and hatred raw
Have we more to abhor?
This is letter, an autumnal leaf from the abode heart
There are many alphabets, many words, many sentences
There are immense desire, fragrant emotions
There are dyed intoxicated soul, delightful idol of you
Everything there are sermonizing the speech of you
This your are none but the soul, my soul of love
But sometimes I lose this highlighted letter
I see myself being idolized in the very distant past
Again sometimes see I’m the sound of supreme being
That's why
In this wordy statements,
In this actionable confessions,
in this realistic presence
I can't find myself
Cause- there is you
This your are none but the soul, my soul of love
Yes, sometimes where I feel
Love is eternal young,
ever powerful
when it lives in control
there another time same I feel
Love is savage, heartless killer
when can't control it
oh! What a terrible power of love has
when it crosses its limitation then it kills all
In fear of being killed
In one winter morning
In the foggy grave
with the tears of falling dreams
The lifeless spirit lives as a corpse
On the letter which cut into pieces
20.09.2020 Chattogram
Hiranyagarbha being the God source
From where emanates all life force
Present holographically in every lifetron
Including of course mind body we adorn
It is the absolute singularity
From whence arises pulse of duality
That that we may call Spanda or vibration
The omnipresent Ohm divine love reverberation
This is our true essence
Speaking to us as conscience
Actionable as innocence
Manifesting as bliss in continuance
The man I am is the man I made,
Inventing, reinventing all through the loss and the gain,
The joy, the fun the cry and the pain,
In my was and now, the loss I learn, appreciating the gain.
On a side my desires, on other my deeds
Then hate and love on the side that precedes,
Freedom in captivity my actions hide,
Wisdom and stupidity, my ego, my pride,
Judging the judge that made the judgment I judge,
Laughing the laughter to loved, then fake-smile those I hold grudge.
The man I am is what society made,
Taking from the poor then them pretend to aid
Corrupt values, moral vices,
Unrighteous religious men, holy politicians we praises.
The man, I am is the product of my was,
Those I abstained from, and the instinct I trust,
The actionable action, cowardly acted upon,
For the gold, the silver, the pleasure, the fun.
The man I will be, will be the product of the man I am,
The books I read, the already made plan,
The road I pass that determine the destination,
Then the most important of my decision.
Isaac Asimov wrote of scenarios unimaginable
Robot companions and industry-wide takeovers
His 1940 classic, "I Robot," is now quite actionable
If anything, a bit outdated, ripe for a make-over
In the 1950's we marveled at the audacity
A woman totally oblivious, a 'seashell in her ear'
Ray Bradbury's "Fahrenheit 451" fantasy
Today is surely audible, easy to hear
We couldn't believe his notion of 'entertainment walls'
Now we mount flat screens in living rooms and on stores in the mall
No way, we felt, that real-life 'firemen' would ever burn printed books
~ Yet those very kind of books are now being replaced by digital looks
Yesterday's science fiction is flat-out routine today
Pay attention to new prophesies ~ they're already well on their way
Chiming of the clock at midnight,
rings ominously in the shadow of city hall
Terror lurking in the fog cast a chilly pall,
over frightened ladies of the night
Tales of fear mixed with myth and fact,
helps the urban legend to flourish unchecked
Streetwalking work is an unavoidable regret,
gallows humor now part of the paid act
Whispers of a black-cloaked red hand of death,
keeps the gossip whores and tabloids talking
Police fails as the maniac continues stalking,
someone this night will breathe their final breath
Screams are heard coming from a darkened alley,
rumors said her neck had met the blade
Body is discovered by a local hotel maid,
this sparks an impromptu march and hasty rally
Citizens cry out, demanding an actionable plan,
something drastic to apprehend this monster
It is so good right now to be a Gothic painter,
selling gory images of a death-dealing red hand
ACTIONABLE ACTIVITY IS NOW A FASHIONABLE PROCLIVITY
A paean to Rap celebrating criminal activities
And the audience screams approval of illicit proclivities
Guns and drugs,The Law are the subjects rattled on about
Of course "street Pro's" gawking on like loose lipped trout
This is the picture of where society has descended
To use a word I hate it's "cool" to be a criminal defendant
The Law is not to blame for the things people do
When screwing with the Law The Law will screw with you
Midnight
The clock strikes twelve!
The Hiding Hyde's wake up
Sleepless nights
With blank eyes wide open
The dead ghosts of your life
Don't let your eyelids droop
Actionable entanglements
Quake your damp pillows
Overinflated remorse
Erratically updates you at night
These midnight attacks sadly
Terminate the silent sleep
The days pass by peacefully, but
The midnight hours are unrequited
November 12, 2015
Contest: Midnight
Sponsor: Nathan D.
Deliberation is functionable, actable or actionable task.
Denouement is defendable, chargeable or restrictable mask.
Delicacy is cureable, correctable or subjectable bask,
Demonstration is testable, referable or retractable ask,
Driftwood is adoptable, retreatable or careable Rask.
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