Associations Poems

The abolishment of the church

Death of Church

One upon a time, my friend 
There was a church 
Crazy people of that instance 
Tried to forge the God 

They placed fears and conditions 
And occurred as well renditions 
They believed that humans saints
And that's why their instance ends 
They possessed the funds of money 
Were evil, pedophiles
They took money from the people
Fraudulating pseudorights

They implied they are Controller
For the moral for the race
They removed the best in humans 
And implied a lot of craze

Their reasoning was schizo 
Their motive was control
They imposed associations
So that sanity would fall



DUE DIVERSITY of the UNITED STATES it i sCONSTITUTINAL to remove cHURCH SCHOOL from HOMESCHOOLING list of allowed practices and produce a WARNING that CHRISTIAN sect organization my badly influence yourself and your children

The notion of performance doesn't belong to nature

The notion of performance
Isn't the trait of nature 

The notion of performance
Doesn't belong to nature
What differs machine and science
We will find out with no razor

The notion of performance
Isn't the trait of nature 
Logic and sense reforming
We do understand the danger

The sharp edge with minimal factors
Encompass does not complexities
Black or the white your judgement
Versus makes truth your unethical

What for do I need your zeroes
What for do I need the ones
Computer and I play Osiris
Repair your imbecile stance

Is their job MY computer
Shall we to cook the cook
Removing associations
Will we be using spook

Bark my friend with tail at cars
They don't care about us
Veterinary cloud choose you
Or adopt the pet
Drink water from the bottle
I will produce the set

Milk fat

- Scenic Sunrise -

                The hero of a fairy tale never loses his face
                The blizzard will subside when the day is over
                Leaving convulsions,
                that freeze in the wild veil of abundance
                An arch of wind instruments of winter,
                without a glimmer of mercy from above

                The cold invites not to roam barefoot
                A tumultuous night, the clock slumbers
                Dawn bestowed to the glory of heaven
                Clear and full the radiant sun
                Emotional associations,
                happiness does not come by avoiding pain

                To strict reflection
                with chaos of the mind
                Such a glorious shrine ...
                fascinated by the phenomenon

What do I appreciate

Something I appreciate in life.
Have you ever really thought about that? 

What really matters to you. Who or what's there when it really matters to you? 

Appreciation, Gratification, Associations, What makes you feel true love and satiation?

Is it your higher power, is it the trees & flowers? Or is it a person you can sit and talk to for hours? 

Do you feel appreciated? Has true love been activated? Does your sickness feel like you'll never become acclimated? 

I feel unlovable, untouchable, broken inside! Before I got this sick….all I did was get high!! Now I'm never going back to that, these sickness’s kinda saved my life 

Unconscious bias

---unconscious bias

I crawl as my tongue slither back
 forth lies and untruths, 
my rock heart, my mouth spews 
-out disproportionately facts

represented or excluded from certain roles
my verbal statement of reform mine associations we hold 
I and my friends (I mean fiends) be a sign of 
---unconscious bias

Who are we as I and we snap judgments?
Assessments, who whom are I and we to past testaments
Them there whom they be negative attitude, 
We in ourselves outside of self can’t let them be

Of which one is not consciously aware, 
Against a specific social group none of which we I care
Eternal hatred, jealousy and slander
Why? Must I (we) inside those hearts speak aloud ill of

--Oh? What wroth, 
Such a lot 
Is this unconscious prejudice
 Human resources do they measure this


--- Those whom internally thinking unconscious bias


9/11/24
For This or That, Vol 27 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh 

Zen mode

mental associations mitigate effervescence 
interfering by manifesting desired outcome 
so looking nonchalantly at these stirrings 
we reject ego’s counsel rooted in ignorance 

a constant watchful eye and tranquil heart
sets soul free from the tendency to stagnate
thus moment by moment, shedding resistance 
in agendaless vibrance, we dwell in the void

Oblivion

I do not recall being oblivious to someone
who had to remind me who they were. Even If
I had forgotten, I think that certain links or side
issues would have always brought me back. If
that did not work, I suspect that I might add,
"I'm terribly sorrow that I do not remember,
but I'd love to get to know you".

I am reminded of one incident whereby I had
been completely FORGOTTEN by a person I thought
should have easily remembered me. Instead, I was
OBLIVION, and no number of associations and events
could put that person and myself together again. That,
my friend, is not a good feeling.

In many cases, it would not surprise me to be
cast into OBLIVION, being the kind of person I am.
I am not an outgoing super social kind of person.
But in the above-mentioned case? No. I deserved better.
I don't blame that person for FORGETTING me, and I laughed
it off. Often living in the shadows is the story of my life,
and I've liked it that way. 

The Richness of Life

The richness of life, its most intimate associations
    are shared with a partner
  as the smiles shine through and the laughter breaks out
    yes, the Grand Canyon may be the perfect backdrop

  but so may be a nifty dark little alley in the heart of Soho...
    and when the tears well up in our eyes, it matters not
  that Niagara Falls is in front of us, or whether we're on a park bench 
                                                                                         somewhere
    recalling loved ones who've stumbled and fallen prey to mortality 

  because the bond between us is unshakeable and without it
    we can no longer imagine pressing on with this road trip we call Life

Dark Places

She felt emptiness, melancholy, and lacking self-love

                Seeking to discover love. She believed she was loveless as

                a little girl since her father was presence was sparse entering
   
                into her maturing years. She seemed to be in a state of naively

                 to affirm that she was thinking she had surely found her

                 Knights and in shiny armor. Another illusion of abandonment, 

                  when will these heartless cycle break? Abusive associations

                  and betrayals, Dark Places once again approaching depression,

                   violated at gunpoint manipulation and smearing one's name,

                  loss of family members. for what purpose do you continue to

                  wreak havoc in contact with my soul, One takes 3 steps forward

                 , instantly you move one backward now next to three near death

                accounts. Dark Places you are physically and mentally recurrently

               in contact with her. Dark places you no longer have relevance in

               her life, She now chooses morality and self-love.

Love

Love is involvement and connections sometimes at a far
          
                 distance, sometimes within one's reach. ties stimulating
           
                 personal associations still in one's and spirit. Love should
  
                 it be respectful? should it be non-toxic?it will at times have
        
                 uncertainties along with peaks and  valleys despite that

                 Love always regains and flows like a mellow flowing river

                 surging and thriving authentically.

Link Up

In contrast  well on the other hand seems like
opposites attempting to catch the wind. Exerting to resolutions, connecting, and associations. A goal one's  mirror of one's mind, A afterthought? often dazes in one's head according to one's way of thinking, interconnected ways of linking.

Counterfeit

Imitation, unauthentic, superficial why? Create
associations and link ups that causes distress  on one another human being for sport  frankly 
Where's  the trueness or loyalty? For gain for this reason Counterfeit,  Betrayed,  unhealed childhood 's traumas. 
Survival  of initiating  fake friendship  is it one's 
goal to distract? And expeditiously  obtain substances for one lack of and approval or others or lack of void of mere beggary.

Dollar Rolls Trolling Souls

The battle continues for the very soul,
    Among the PGA golfing elite.
Causing many to once again question,
    'Just how much is enough' to compete?

The knife creating this divide, is of
    Course, the almighty buck.
Where we're not talking about a minimal
    Wage; but amounts that need a Brink's truck.

With surgical precision the scalpel has
    Severed, both friendships & associations alike.
Creating voids that appear like a vacuum,
    Swallowing debris from a leaking dyke.

This greed goes beyond one's compensation,
    Because these amounts will care for generations to come.
All it takes is a compromise with integrity,
    While you LIV with luxury, albeit numb.

Agony

John Doe was tortured for speaking one's truth to a point where he was dragged against 
the concrete his double crosses laced his food
with chemicals attempted to destroy his mind and Soul.
John Doe thought he could fly free like a bird
only to land and fall and crash upon the cold concrete shattering every bones in both feet and mind overwhelmed 
Jane Doe was forced to engaged  in couture 
behavior against her will, She was told it was her fault  because how she was dressed,  and
slander from her foes. Agony of one's life, and learning experiences guilty by associations.

Stepping Stones

Sometimes life give you
Life lessons
Instead of love.
Stepping stones,
Scattered throughout
All phases of life.
Showing you signs,
Making memories
And with each loss
Something is learned.
They say a person takes
A little something 
From every person 
They’ve been with.
We are merely
A collection of connections.
Our experiences
And associations
Shape us.

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