Dear Copy Cat!!!
Look in the mirror and tell me who do you see.
A reflection of yourself and not me.
You can't take my likeness, my style, vibe, or energy because
the universe knows the true authenticate me.
You can't get anywhere trying to be someone else
just know you are missing out on yourself.
You have comprimised, your value, and put your life on a shelf
My God the desperation smells.
The world will never value a copycat
embrace your self, that's where it's at
Learn to love the skin you're in
it's a compliment to God, and thats when you win
Be yourself!!!!
It's eight
After so much learning and healing in seven
Now is the time to elevate
So go and create
Something beautiful and great
Please don't procrastinate.
Now is the time to illustrate
Then go demonstrate
Your gifts and worth are yours to authenticate
So do not pontificate
They're all yours in eight
By all means, move on them and please do not negate
A symbol of infinity I see
A road of endless possibility
nectar drips from the third eye
enlivening the nose till nostrils
we look not to the ancient texts
to authenticate this occurrence
which we know in definitiveness
having been, seen and become
the screen on which bliss plays
17-February-2023
face to face
so sweet
alongside
the
genuine
shaded
honed
into
a deceit
into
a
play of light
swathed
saturated
to inspire
to outshine
authenticate
a
pretension
to
chime
&
to
transcend
a treasure
to
measure
&infuse
then
transmute
&
efortlessly
entrust
the
eager
with
the
vivacious
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Copyright © Brian Strand
Acknowledge your truth and shout it loud
For you, and only you, can authenticate it
Only you can know your experiences in life
They are different from every other person
You are a unique individual of infinite worth
A divine soul since your day of birth, be proud
Consider there is no other like you on earth
Acknowledge your truth and shout it loud.
Written April 18, 2022
Me a zombie?
Never!
Just a viral doofus poseur,
Brainiac and hacker on the loose tapping into other genie lamps,
Wireless Stikbot floater skipping ID challenge.
Hurdles that authenticate saliva from a silicone palate.
Trojan horse webber getting kicks from pop up photos and their tick box phasers.
Magic putty slideshows arfe my fix,
Overlapping gotchas in the cryptic mainframe,
zapped on sight.
Cookies nerd obsessive, parasitic nibbler on limitless net feeds,
Humanoid, human void,
vacuum mouse pad tracker ball bane.
Foxy email phisser,
wolf amid the Wiki swathes at random,
memory never full.
Sabouteur who pinpoints rootkit channels,
silently installing gridlock pixels deep freeze.
But I am not a robot,
just some micro chip app monger, macro chip on shoulder and those other parts designed by desktop surgeons,
sideline sci-fi wise guy not so wise,
hi-tech buff illusion in a hall of mirrors dash into the ether.
Me this CoderDojo mass encryption tangle,
blue moon barcode surfer, Janus-faced,
mutant bit part player who has somehow lost his byte!
Written January Twenty First Twenty Twenty
Oh, dear Nessie, how you captivate us
when you rise up within the Loch Ness shores.
You swim and slither just above the surface,
serpentine and solid to many eyes,
yet, still a myth in any reference book.
But what about the Giant Squid?
It too, a myth that started long ago,
seen surfacing above the sea with tentacles
that frightened men to bring back tales
of horror and dismay in what they saw...
Until now. The Giant Squid recently was found
alive and well in deepest depths of the sea.
First, one washed on shore and soon another
filmed on video in its 'prehistoric' splendor.
One myth now put to rest...how many more to solve?
So, Nessie...perhaps your turn soon will come
to authenticate your secret life in old Loch Ness?
Sandra M. Haight
~3rd Place~
Contest: A Mythical Creature
Sponsor: Julia Ward
The Giant Squid was finally filmed on video in 2012. This leaves real hope for Nessie (The Loch Ness Monster) to some day overcome her mythical status!
Real LOCH NESS MONSTER sightings video:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TjLmJlzZ0JY
Squid Story:
http://www.cnn.com/2013/01/09/world/asia/japan-giant-squid/
A man must curse, my lady fair,
But if dawn’s light still finds you there,
His pain filled words become a prayer...
Like violet laced maiden hair,
Soft fragrance filling morning air.
A man must curse, each new day’s dare,
For terror follows “strength” to lair,
This two edged sword cannot make right...
The flowers he wove in the night
Come day may fill your heart with fright.
A man must curse, though lady smile,
For it’s a long way down the aisle,
To trust himself is tough as well...
Potential errors, private hell,
The nightmares of an infidel.
A man must curse, for it’s the truth,
There’s gravity inside his ruth,
That impacts others all around...
His fault if he’s too tightly wound,
When he feels forced to stand his ground.
A man must curse through his delight,
That you feel safer in the night,
His demons must be kept at bay...
His path cannot be coward’s way,
If he’s to dream that you will stay.
A man must curse, embrace his fate,
But woman can authenticate,
Please trust the love you feel for him...
(Although he works out at a gym).
Let your prayer be love’s synonym.
Brian Johnston
December 2, 2016
Can't help but follow you
Wherever it is you go
I'm your biggest fan
Thought you might want to know
I watch your every move
Been everywhere you've been
That my love is just how much
It is to me you mean
Oh, I almost forgot
So I don't cause a fright
That is my wild eye reflection
In your window every night
It's a part of what I do
A big part of my plan
As I spend my days with you
As your biggest fan
I have a lock of hair
I bought off eBay
Would you mind if I stopped by
Just to authenticate
What I bought was dirty blonde
When I know you are brunette
Though they both look good on you
On top your pretty head
Are you dating anyone
Have a love that's true
Cause I could be that special one
That special one for you
I've already been on your tour bus
That was my lipstick heart in the back
In fact right now I'm writing this
From atop the luggage rack
Remember when you looked at me
I was in the 18th row
It was like we shared a secret
That only you and I both know
That secret being I'm here for you
I know you understand
You and I were meant to be
Cause I'm your biggest fan
Hey...that's my back man
Get off it-
I've listened,I've heard a lot,felt guilty
guilty for love I could never authenticate
Perhaps we aren't as our mirror would show
Hey...those words,hold them
there's a guilt somewhere
I hear I am child
Hear what I can do,Hear what I haven't done
I even hear talk of "potential"
Hear I'm 16,Hear you're not
doesn't matter anymore
I have a box I use to keep them all away
I've created a world here,here in my soul and mind
the oceans are of singing voices
the days are cold and blue like the steels of which my cerebral nation was built
Here I am the ghost...the welcomed one,highway traveler
Here I dream of untouched Parisian nights and of peaceful Arabian dawns
Here I am Ghost
Peaceful silence...Seperation
For the man who doesn’t really know himself; I don’t envy you.
For the man that doesn’t like what he sees when he looks into the mirror, I feel
bad for you.
And, for those all about the physical; gain a little self-esteem. I mean when did
you become the image of who I’m supposed to be.
How’d his impression make mines bow out? And why... why should I let him
determine what I’m worth to me?
It’s like seeking self approval from another being ... I just can’t authenticate it.
Man in spite of all his imperfections judge me, please; tell me what I should look
like, please; persuade me HaH!
I think not. Listen to me well... I like the sound of that... I ... see how beautiful that
is. I make decision, just ones; my own ones. No man persuades I, pushes I, or
manipulates I. I gotta be me!
If I were a polygraph made flesh,
Of wires and sensors and microchip core,
I would know of the truthful intent
Of lover, of suitor, of paramour.
Our eyes when they meet in the light
Would open the souls of absolute proof,
A fingertip brush of the skin
Confirming of falsehood or truth.
I would hear in the tone of a voice
The frankness of purpose or fraudulent lie,
Authenticate candour of words,
Corroborate, counter, endorse or deny.
But all that I have is a heart,
Bruised and confused by a past of deceit;
How to depend on a thing
Abused and so used to skipping a beat.
I am lost in a quandary of faith,
Apprehensive and frightened of hollow despair;
Be patient and treat me sincere
As I wrestle the conflicts of truth, lie or dare.
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