Today I decided to write you a letter.
Honey I know that life is hard, and sadly it won't get better.
The world is not a friendly place
Some people will dislike you because of the melanin dancing on your face.
They will call you names, and I know that it hurts.
But no matter what they tell you, always know your worth.
Because statistics don't make you,
So please don't let the words of envious people break you.
Dear Minority you are wise beyond your years.
Such a beautiful soul, that has cried too many tears.
It's okay for you to be happy, and make your dreams come true.
You deserve to do and be more than what's expected of you.
People can be insufferable, but don't let them change you.
Because when victory is yours, they will remember all the pain they caused you.
Dear Minority you don't have to be lonely when you're alone
Look at it as a time to advance, a time to grow
Because self education is the key
To understanding who you are, and molding you into who you are going to be.
POEM " A STRANGE ADVANCE " by martin gedge
Worlds away we siege the day to brave a new sunrise
an orbit in this atmosphere with automatic sighs
a love that comes electric so until the stars fall down
we run a prisoner in the dark to make this world our ground
we tune in sister radio this alien in time
we rock and whirl this island earth this distance down the line
and walk this watermusic in the chambers of blue fire
love games she played this lady blade controls me with desire
we hold the nite and challenge light a stranger lives next door
the second that I saw you there to hold you evermore
one chance a million crystal tears won't cry an ocean blue
lost in your eyes I realize that I am just like you
a strange advance a second glance a kiss into the dark
in wild blue these thoughts of you are running through my heart
a prelude to a perfect day the 2wo by means of mars
to race across this galaxy to satellite the stars
do what you want this space we haunt for fantasies we roam
the sounds of life will point the knife to find our way back home...
by martin gedge©
With so much that is invested and so much being on the line
Have you ever tested such theories to figure out who's lying
Even a party takes a week to get all the things planned out
But as I now sit here and speak there are so many in doubt
Vacations booked long in advance a date long set aside
But what if just by chance this was the day that you died
What plans have you made what savior have you picked
And to whom have you prayed, I hope you weren't tricked
You say how will I know who can be sure they are right
It's your emotion that will show when you finally see the light
Over 300 prophecies fulfilled too many miracles to mention
For our sins He was killed, for the Father sent His only Son
He said to love one another and forgive others trespasses
Treating each other as a brother as we're among masses
He said have a child like Heart and blessed are the meek
Jesus played the only part of the salvation that I speak
You do not enter by good deeds lest anyone should boast
He"ll fill all your needs but especially what you need most
The road is narrow and so very hard to see if you're blind
Just look for the sparrow and they're His love you will find
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Intro
Feel it, can you feel it
A disco feeling
Verse 1
Casting all your cares, embrace the moment to be there
The time to feel alive, captivated deep inside
A fascinating trance, we’re in the motion of a dance
For this night to last, step into the.......
1.06
Chorus
Discoflash, oh
Discoflash, ooh
Discoflash
1.36
Verse 2
The rhythm on repeat, with such avid harmony
Moving at a pace, flowing movements interlaced
An eloquent design, we’re a vision of the time
Together here at last, step into the........
2.05
Chorus
3.10
Hook
Feel it, can you feel it
3.42
Chorus
4.12
Verse 3
A vibrant atmosphere, with only good vibes here
A solidified appeal, soul discerning what is real
A crystal clear advance, a sudden movement of a chance
Could this be at last, our time.......
Chorus X2
Written by Geraldine Taylor ©?
J-ust advance a noble cause,
A-ccelerate the progress;
N-ever mind the hindrance,
E-levate no regress.
A-dvance a noble cause,
S-oar toward the heaven;
T-riumph is in view,
E-ven though there's storm once again.
J-oy has filled your heart,
A-s you overcome the flaws;
D-ay five of February morn,
A-dvance a noble cause.
My colleagues have doubt about my ability.
The fourth dimension can be traversed quite easily.
I sit inside my time traveling machine on New Year’s Day.
Pushing the throttle forward to the future, I’m on my way.
Snow and ice are on the branches of the apple tree.
Just a lifeless winter is what I now see.
Toward the future, I advance a few months into the spring.
On the branches of the apple tree, I see renewal of everything.
Leaf buds and white blossoms suddenly appear.
I hear the song of the birds as they return back here.
Forward into the future I go to satisfy my curiosity.
Bright red apples on the branches are what I now see.
I noticed a fluttering butterfly and a buzzing bee.
I behold the summer in all its beauty.
The leaves on the trees die as I sit in my place.
I am steadily passing through time and space.
I can see autumn moving by at a rapid pace.
The speed of the machine increases, and years are left behind.
I am now inundated with curiosity to see what I will find.
Inspired by the novel “The Time Machine” by H. G. Wells
Toddlers teeter on the hollowed trunks and sport with juts of ice.
'Cross boulder bridges, flouting rapids, hop the agile blond and beige.
Yet in close chase, for or found, and on uneven ground, they’ll slip.
Clots in black and rose bespatter tans and whites.
Though clouds may cope the flights of cubs and fawns in torrents spirit laden,
steps shan’t be erased, where o’er plight’s edge they’re furrowed.
Would least the cliff lay lad to nestle upon drifts of pedals fallow
or as cradled by green swaths of summer blades.
For if to hope, the whelp when bade need but renounce a bed of clover,
might a father’s beckon stern retrieve the slain.
But scolds can echo no reprieve where o’er forever’s precipice
the yearling brown has left the seasons scarlet stained.
Though with the day’s advance, a glance would chance the fact all tracks do fade,
in the havens gray, in every trace, we dawdle.
It’s the cleft that blanched a mother’s face. Bereft, her tears are gained.
And blood ‘s been shed till never, like the rains.
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