RETRIBUTION’S TIME AGAIN
A change is coming;
Injustice will be leaving:
We will be voting:-
It’s now time for us:
Emancipation over
Evil oppression:-
Many died for voting rights:
Let us keep justice alive.
Time now for a peaceful civil engagement,
Guaranteeing peacefully won equality.
You can not buy back emancipation;
But votes can win its restoration
Without a tooth for a tooth,
Nor an eye for an eye:-
WAR AND ALLEGORICAL AWARENESS
You can’t ignore war.
Its awareness, God allows.
Can you ignore God?!
War is like crucifixion;
We must be as assenction.
Oppression nails us.
Awareness liberates us
And empties graves.
In this awareness, let us
Fight to end today’s warring:-
To a human system a parasite is identical to itself:
Causing infection and illness.
However, this is not the fault of the system,
Rather fully instigated by the trespasser
Content on deceiving the hand of its provider.
Unlike the system,
A parasite is most gluttonous and lazing,
And evolution raised it as such.
Is the parasite to blame,
Or rather to be understood as a simple manifestation of its creation?
The animal part is the best in me
The human part isn’t the worst
But it’s of suspicious pedigree
Always strives to come out first
So I keep the human part on the leash
Which means I’m the cultural one
While the animal part looks out for its dish
The human part might have fun
But as stated above, human isn’t the worst
The worst in me is the stone
It’s a solid fossil covered in moss
That never does anything wrong.
mind would like to identify
the point where bliss originates
some say crown, whilst others say heart
as knowing ego designates
what if each node is the centre
containing within it the all
the universe is God alone
where each awakened cell stands tall
God is in us and we’re in Him
there then is no this versus that
at the singularity point
oh hermit, what’s there to format
ODE TO YOU
To the success of my endeavors might Love
not illude me. Then might my toils be not
in vain. That even the holiest of me turmoil
is seen as wicked and such meddling
unwanted
.Ultimately from fides or fidare might
a faith ensue that trust then is established.
Only a promise that I may then refer to her
as mine.
Then all that tempest her shall be seen as
outsiders with intent to crumble our trust.,
or distort our togetherness.
The formal promise.
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Hera (goddess of marriage)
, Hymenaios (god of weddings)
, and Aphrodite (goddess of love)
shifting a relationship from something casual
to a long term relationship.
IN AND OF UPLIFTING ERRED FEELINGS
Though we are of God,
We are not, in no way, God:
In no way are we perfect–
No matter how hard we try:-
It’s true: to err is human;
To forgive divine:-
Thus, let us be
As we must:-
No matter what depth
We may sink into,
God will always forgive,
And raise us back up:-
Some call him a fascist
Others, a racist
Still others, a misogynist
He seems impervious
~ The ICE-man cometh
OF ALLEGORICAL SAGE TREES
Oh, those sage trees,
Symbolic reflectors
Of God’s enlightenment—
Some, a hundred-plus feet high’
Others, just as old in age:-
Throughout the seasons of the year,
These sage trees canvass life’s stroll:
Trials, tribulations, and redemptions;
Allegorically, hinting rooted thoughts
Of Jesus’s crucifixion and resurrection—
Reflecting the navigation of God
Through the seasons of lived life:
Fall, Winter, Spring, Summer:-
May the allegorical lessons
Of sage trees, forever be for us,
A living part of our divine wisdom
And sacred guidance awareness,
As we journey the daily courses
Of our life’s rising and setting suns:-
Hey, who would have ever thought,
That sage trees, often taken for granted,
Would be so rooted and solidly trunked
With such allegorical contemplations?
The waters no longer hot, just a cold depthless sea.
The young girls shackle was a perfect miraculous fit.
dragging her to the depths of the shallow box;
the anchor that would sit.
Her locks of hair were dripping-
a drip for all her anguish,
that would send the box spilling.
Thus she stayed silent,
pop, bam, bang for every bubble that popped-
a new batch would flock.
Lifting up her arms in despair,
she looked at the radiant circle.
It wasn't fair.
The circle bulged created by man,
but she couldnt even use her hand-
to get out of the cell, it would be a bore.
For she had the capacity for no more,
She wailed and cried and still couldn't thrive.
For her smile was deprived.
Was the bath ever even hot?
or had she forgot-
to turn the tap and make it hot.
I map the vision, chase the need,
Between the lines, I plant the seed.
From stakeholders to strategy,
I am the bridge - that's BA me!
(chorus)
We ask, we link, we write it clear,
Align the goals, wipe out the fear.
No cape, no code, but still we thrive -
Business Analysts keep dreams alive!
Align with teams, architecture too,
Assumptions challenge 'till they are true.
Deadlines loom, the scope may sprawl -
But here we are, who see it all.
Supreme Court examination of homeless budget item
Good is one crime
Is that what your saying?
Finish that sentence on your own.
Finding out what someone else cannot do?
All the financial crimes currently committed
By not taking part in another's process of speech and records
I hold no errors in law
Forfeit the matter of the document is not and is public
Without opinion
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No matter the subject or topic
tho' it may burn will I ever learn
would it hurt if my lips were to close
as whatever I submit suggest propose
she will be myopic
nay-say gainsay contradict oppose
may as well hold my breath
as every word I utter
receives the kiss of death
and melts in my mouth like butter
should I assert it's what she does it's her wont
'No I don't,' is her depiction
in contentious rebuttal
thereby confirming my conviction
and morning noon and night
she'd like to be I'll also mention
tho' none too subtle
the epicentre of my attention
is it a female thing or only her compulsion
for at the end of the day
it's not the last word she wants
it's the final say
Notice our consciousness has no centre,
shifting between head to toe as it likes,
each pore a door through which grace can enter,
bliss magnetism getting a million likes,
as ineffable rapture in heart spikes.
Some speak of heart and others of third eye;
all concepts deemed false since we wingless fly.
the angst you feel is energy
in fact adrenaline
to fuel the fire needed
to face your fear
and profit from
the opportunity at hand
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
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