I finally have a man who believes in destiny
Just as much as he also believes in me,
As well as knows about all of what I see:
The vast greater Truth of reality in its entirety.
I hold his heart so closely, as though my own.
I finally reap the crops of seeds of love I sown.
I'm a spiritual scholar who once felt so alone,
But now I found my teacher whom is so grown.
I finally have someone promising me forever,
What may or may not happen, doesn't matter,
I just want to hold him close as my true lover.
Our love is beyond any affiliation or border.
I'll always keep him in my thoughts wherever.
I know one day we'll finally always be together.
He's the only one making me truly feel better,
And together we'll endure any and all weather.
Halloween
A twin we do not already harbor on
The inside, cannot reach from without grasping
Its relationship — as love needs love to complete
The docket...so does fear. So does terror need
Its own horrid port if to impress.
Halloween...little devils in costumes —
wee, creatures dressed for the parade,
Door to door. Trick Or Treat! The real trick,
Is that of evil seeming harmless. Playful. In
Theatrical, fantastical sense. And the treat,
The Devil activating negative seeds for future harvest.
Evil — sly, subtle.
Our makeup exteriors reflections of far deeper
Dyes within, tattoo illustrations, spiritual stains —
The many indelible, wrongly nurtured traditions —
World fruit bear witness to their sources —
Man retaining affiliation with dark illusion.
let's make a joyful noise
as we sing songs to our Lord
let us strum a guitar, beat a drum
and tickle the piano key board
in harmony, in sync
let our voices now be raised
as we give our Lord God
all of our praise
with pious psalms of devotion .
theological tunes of a spiritual notion
reverent rhymes of acclamation
loving lyrics of a Christian affiliation
so let's make a joyful noise
as we praise and worship God
a Christ filled cacophony
from the depths of our hearts
How many stories need retelling
for this object to achieve sentimental value?
Does importance have an expiration date
that’s reached when no one‘s left to gather in celebration?
How many years must elapse
before this object becomes a family heirloom?
Does perpetuating an affiliation to the past
become burdensome to those living in the present?
How many memories are required
to turn this mundane object into a cherished keepsake?
Does nostalgia become obsolete
after multiple generations are gone?
Is my legacy inevitably doomed
to suffer the same fate as this object?
Don’t add me to some country if you can
Affiliation of the small to something big
Is not my thing, I’m only what I am
Not greater than I was, and used to be
Don’t mix me with the current politicians
Do not expect that I would stage a coup
I was an artist but I lacked ambition
I do not paint since twenty twenty two
There are much better artists whose conception
Is in someway akin to realism
I don’t belong to that most popular direction
My art is something like anachronism
Nobody buys it anyway, and I can’t sell
The world appears more stupid every day
Dear Lord up there, can you stop this hell
This boring hell, with endless games to play
The devils part became way more expanded
Than it was meant to be in your dividing plan
Return me to my home, for here I’m stranded
Bring back to life my love and me again.
He was a born teacher
From birth destined to be
You'd know by his phene.
In capitalist-run schools
He's taught for many years
Earning pennies for labour.
Three years a beneficiary
On stipend of N-power teach
The Program axed by corruption.
Then long a community teacher
He's rendering public service
For little pay out of community levy.
He's adept; he got more papers
Hoping for full employment
With satisfaction in the job.
He got a conversion to EdoStar
State-run, two-year probationer
On the barest wage.
On his appointment
In the civil service, he got
The news of his careerlong pursuit.
The government is youth-centric
On account of his age, maybe his status
Or affiliation, he's disqualified.
Meanwhile politikers in the council
Of politricks make millions
By the seconds chattering all day.
May I serve
whatever the capacity --
and not be dissuade;
God knows His faithful,
not by glitter
nor by volume of voice,
but by salves of compassion
knowing no color
knowing no shades
nor party of affiliation
may I nurse humbly, soothing
and healing, while bearing the
stigmata of love --
For Christ-like is a cleanser,
a shredder of sin --
a star of radiance, a moonbeam of
warmth, a sun rejoicing in the
projection of Divine Light
Though tents of shadows
riotous they abound
let not your heart fail
to make the short step…
though the chains rattle
and cuffs’ metal dig in,
no one who moves in
the direction of our Lord,
in good faith, will find
a path more brighter, spiritually uplifting,
for Truth swings wide open Heaven’s door
to even one from grace seemingly fallen
Amen
Attraction
Affection
Axis of affiliation
Filled with
Fires of
Fuelling passion
Sizzling
Show-off
Syndrome
Hypnotizing
Hub of
Heart-heat
Comely
Consciousness
Commotion
Surmise of
Sunrises and
Settings
Sign of
Struggle-filled life of a
Sex worker
Symbol of
Sacrosanct
Sacrifice
Lustrous
Labyrinth of my
Life-blood
ECCENTRICITY
tireless
assiduous
an ostentatious
display
modelled
&designed
unveiled
in a
motif
to bring
a smile
& appear
a unique idea
a an affiliation
a
a fracture
so
beguiling
momentarily
transported
themes of
the elementary
yet classic
style
traditional
conventional
drawing
inspiration
& ideas
coming
a realisation
distinctive
& vivid
colourful
philosophy
& imagery
of phenomena
in
concept in
&
conceivable
profile
beyond
the world
of the cognoscenti
I can't help but find it ridiculously absurd
when people call Biden a liar and a fraud
yet believe Trump is truthful with his word.
Cheering his fictitious claims, they applaud!
That man has spun so many webs of lies,
that he has to tell more to cover his butt.
Blaming others for everything, using alibis
that are nothing more than ludicrous smut.
It's not our Democracy that has failed,
but narcissists who want to act like a king.
He's the guilty one who should be jailed.
Alcatraz is closed, but what about Sing Sing?
I had no intention of being political again,
but sometimes lines are written that irk me.
I've no political affiliation, but I won't abstain
when some wing nut is on an anti-Biden spree.
The claim seems to be that Biden likes to rant
but who bellows and rages more than Trump?
It befuddles my mind, and I swear I just can't
comprehend why they defend that ogre's rump.
Sometimes I think sleeping
is entirely overrated,
especially when thoughts come creeping
into me unabated.
From whence they arrive
I'm often surprised and void of explanation,
other than the atmosphere
and strange affiliation.
With whom these letters think I am
some sympathetic host,
as if I'm nothing but their bloody ride
to take them coast to coast.
How dare they arrive inside of me
with no invite from my brain,
they just jump in from where and when
another dimension, place, or plane.
(And yes, I know it sounds insane)
I know it sounds ridiculous
as if I'm crazy as a loon,
but I swear sometimes I think these lines
comes straight down from the moon.
So go ahead, call me a “lunar-tic”
Or don’t hesitate to call me weird,
but letters and words fall free from the sky
landing right between my ears.
Maids were dainty and pleasant to look upon, the north wind thought.
She crept up to see them in silent affiliation within the tones of twilight.
Twilight was not worried, she could feel the cold wind dissipating a bit.
Others in the forest headed for shelter, not inviting the outsiders.
It is chilly here, Vendetta whispered to her sister, feeling a bit cold.
It’s the wind, Venicia replied, because twilight is leaving in a few.
Twilight wanted to stay around, but alas, she was not a protector.
She was merely a magnificent sight. She gave them a parting smile.
Congratulation,
It's time for celebration,
enjoy your life's most precious occasion;
your marriage function
finally, the moment come of our cessation
now, with me you got seperation
very much Congratulation,
move ahead in your life towards a new direction
handle your momentum with a best configuration
i know, very smoothly you manage all your situation
without conversation, you will always be my favourite person,
with eachother we can't express our emotion
now, don't ever think about our affiliation
you are a man of marvellous conviction
never bring your life in desperation
bloosom her life, who will keep into you her own aspiration
welcome your new life with your arms extension
my love towards thou is non-fiction
want to stop here my narration.
THE TENSED ENVIRONMENT.
Hurdles come in between
My teaching and preaching
About keeping and maintaining
The beauty of my horizon.
Little did I know
That my thoughts were unknown
To my users whom I bestowed
My body and soul.
I have been trying everything within me
To make them understand what I mean
But they all seem to be numbs and indeed
A caricature of failure and mischief.
Only if they could feel
All that I experience and see
Due to their impelling deeds
Destroying the span of my fit.
My eyes bleeds tears
My mouth murmurs fear
That I might lose the care
My users promised to share.
All they think of is to struggle
To gain all what they can handle
Forgetting I am facing the hurdles
Which is entangled in their struggle.
I just wish the next generation
Will for the sake of affiliation
Use my already grotesques condition
In a way I will be full of admiration.
I long to live in a world where love and peace
reign.
Where all will know true freedom no matter
what.
Where homelessness cease to exist, all over
the land.
Where folk embrace their fellow man to become
a united force.
Where folk that share different views meet in the
middle,
So they could sit down eye to eye and reach a
common goal.
Where folk will show kindness to others no matter
their race, gender, age, political affiliation, or
religion.
Where folk can see each other as their brother from
another mother.
We must remove the stumbling blocks of discord
so healing can take place
And realize we're a broken people, cry out to God
as well fall on our face.
*This may not cut it, but the awesome contest inspired
me to enter.
Contest: What Do You Want
Sponsor: Richard Lamoureux
03/09/2021
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