I dont believe in God
Why would I?
No literally
Why? Would? I?
I dont believe
In this so called all loving being
That doesn't treat everyone equally
Because when has he ever helped black people
We never received equal treatment
At any point in history
He is all powerful but couldn't stop slavery
Or wouldn't
We are all created in his 'perfect image'
And that we all deserve equal treatment
I guess if he was real
And allowed slavery
He is ing evil
Because as history wrote
That the prayers he answered
We're that of the oppressors
And the oppressed we just had to suffer
But yeah he's all loving
I mean if I had the powers
That he did
They wouldn't be hidden
And I'd use them to stop racism
I mean he created everything
But he couldn't stop slavery
That sounds like an excuse
Or proof that he hates us
Black people need to wake up
And realise nobody is coming to save us
Not even
Your all powerful
All loving
All seeing god
Because if he was going to stop racism
He would've already saved us
He wouldn't have betrayed our ancestors
You won’t see these words
in any book worth reading
or carved upon memorial stone.
You probably won’t see them
daubed on toilet stall walls - not yet,
for they belong to the internet
where such deeply shallow idioms
are encountered on the surface
of a running river of eye-eating white.
These deeply meaningless musings
do not offer anything,
not advice or any point worth taking,
nor directions or recourse,
not real help for your spiritual growth
or for any healing purposes
whatsoever.
You may try rubbing your libido
with the sounds they make,
but being only pretty words,
they bring little relief.
If you read them
a certain poetry may tickle your mind
for a little while,
then they will fade into an alphabet soup,
something canned and bland
just like the stuff they gave you
to eat as a child
thinking it was good for you.
A TIME TO REFLECT
I am a dark mirror, hung on this wall
People pass by me and hardly glance
My purpose is not a mere reflection
But to show every single imperfection
It is why few stop and adopt a stance
I’m unsure if there is any point at all
Yes, all images are of course, reversed
What was left is right as it now appears
But unlike my cousins with shiny glass
Whose raison d’etre is often mere farce
I am now used to reflecting their tears
As they still look at me and feel cursed
One day perhaps
Maybe much
Exactly as this
You not not when
Nor cannot fathom why
You find yourself
Awakening from a dream
Just like this
Tumbling endlessly
Leisurely up to a degree
Down a somewhat familiar hole
Waiting expectantly at any point
To hit rock bottom
No where further
No longer left
Less onto go
With you knelt kneeling
On broken knee
Simply just counting unto yourself
Just how many falls you ignored
Before you eventually ended up
Falling on your sword
I’m loud, raunchy, fun and games.
Just don’t shoosh me up!
I drink, joke, laugh and sing.
Just don’t shoosh me up!
There really isn’t any point.
It’s never gonna work!
I’ll never shut my mouth up tight.
So Get Lost, Ya Jerk!!
I kept you at arm's length don"t know why I thought that you might know me
Just another branch broken in a thunder storm of my life's tree
No one thinks to actually talk, so lost is what it will be
I am used to hitting restart more times than justifiably
At any point, you could have communicated decidedly
I would have listened just as I waited many a time for thee
I forgave more times that most would have given you quite honestly
But running is easier than seeing truth confidingly
I made mistakes to which I would have atone for them completely
May you spend the rest of your life seeking a replacement for me
When is our time
Where is our place
How do we overcome
This shaky ground
We grumble and complain
Its never the same
Always the little things turn into big things
We try so hard to get any point across
Then it becomes who did what to who
There is no common ground
We feel so lost and alone
How do we take all this in
Where do we go in this I complex we are lost in
So many reason why it should all fall apart
So many reasons why it should come together
Communication none existent
Face to Face blank stares of reality
We are just maybe too different to be different together.
Show sincerity in the job you do,
Know how to do the job properly,
Slow, but steady must happen,
Grow by using sheer hard-work
Learn the trade by using care,
Earn every Rupee justifiably,
Turn every stone to achieve,
Burn like the Sun while working
Feel honored by the job,
Kneel before doing duty,
Deal in the wisest way,
Steel-like will be had
Sweat out to succeed,
Get a passion to work,
Outlet is a tough job,
Fret and fume never
Policy of sincerity mst be used,
Courtesy to all must be shown,
Mercy to inferiors is a must,
Lazy attitude must be shunned
Rash decisions are dangerous,
Stash them into the dustbin,
Flash optimism at every stage,
Dash to do duty with mirth
Overlook not any point,
Look at things positively,
Book confidence always,
Outlook must be ever fair
Sincerity is a sure winner,
Nobility is a Divine trait,
Humility is truly Angelic,
Duty is a sacred venture
Promotion is a by-product,
Emotion must be clear,
Devotion to duty is great,
Dedication is valuable
Whatever job you may choose,
Deliver the best always please,
Never give room for dejection,
Sever relation with conceit!
As heart does wish, so it is,
getting to endless bliss fizz,
if we choose, without excuse,
making love our only muse.
Vibration variety
partaken in piety,
anchored not at any point,
that bliss of heart, we anoint.
We are spirit, we are light!
Boundless is our soul’s delight!
Each life breath, divine wonder!
Hark within, soundless thunder!
29-March-2022
© Francis Maugo
I need to run.
I need to stow away
From all the aggravation
He caused inside.
I need to shout, I need to cry.
For what reason wouldn't
I able to let him know farewell?
I need to continue on;
I can't give up.
I love him more than
He will at any point know.
I need to begin once again
I need to feel free!
However, this aggravation
That won't ever leave me be.
He hurt me awful;
The aggravation is profound
From every one of the guarantees
he was unable to keep.
Every one of the untruths I heard him say
Are in my mind and in all
likelihood won't blur.
How might I fail to remember him,
abandon Basis,my other half?
Delete the recollections from my psyche?
He doesn't cherish me, and he won't ever will.
He won't ever mind how I feel
I endured his toxic squabbles
Willingly allow me to clarify.
I'll uncover an individual mystery.
You sustain the key person to whom the spirit clings.
The principal words alleviate those mutual passions.
The first person to view the value in life's magnificence.
I will candidly admit my genuine fondness.
This is whenever I've first at any point felt as such.
You admirably represent reality's expectations.
And typically painted my life in vibrant shades.
You're the brilliant beam of continuous daylight.
After I apply it out with a barbell,
I'm from you and will be faithful all the optimum time.
Written: February 20, 2022
A BRIAN STRAND Libre Vers Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
If we we're in fact to know
Ahead of time what is to come
and we're we go
Where and what we
can and should expect
What exactly would be the point of that
And why on earth would we choose to
even carry on at all
Because a life devoid without the
possibility or prospect of unexpected
suprise and jeopardy
Never knowing what lie's around the
next corner or is to come at any point
or given moment
To me is a far worse fate to contemplate
and fear
Than death itself and the afterlife has
to offer
As to me the only difference would be
Better off rather to be dead
Than to be both dead yet still alive
simultaneously at the same time
With no hope or possibility of parole
playing out groundhog day perpetually
With nothing new to see and no more room
in your closet left to fill
As every space is taken up with been there
done that got enough t-shirts to last me
for this lifetime until the next
I'm saving for the least important things
and haven't got a clue
While living for the things more shallow
and hoping to find new
I've taken more vacations now
than any point of view
and haven't got an inkling
as to how I'm going to do
I question why so many fight
for what is best for you
When peace means leaving things alone
will never be at due
I travel round the world cause
to help the kangaroo
Ignoring all the people drunk
I party with for two
I take myself as loyal
for the people nice to coo
And wonder what I'd do without
their love to keep me mew
I only hope the day will come
when everyone has fun
And worry that my life's run down
when others spoil my run
I hope and pray like all the rest
that never seem to end
That I one day will stop and say
exaustion's never lend
How much longer?
I am waiting to die now
Can’t see a way forward
Don’t want to look back
I’ve finished thinking how
Had enough failure, and
Can’t cut anymore slack
Can’t see any point, man
Running on a treadmill
And getting nowhere fast
There’s nowhere left to stand
Lost the plot of the future
And I can’t change the past
I want to close my eyes forever
Just can’t see the point!
Just can’t see the point!
David Cox 22/05/21
what’s with the serious face
any point we need to prove
thoughts in narrow grooves
self-blocking divine grace
deadlines missed, what fun
does not yet life continue
as vibrant life breath renews
ignited by the spiritual sun
countless have been our births
spurred by our hearts desire
fleeting illusions we still aspire
stifling our innate bubbling mirth
04-May-2021
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