I believed politicians were elected to protect our Constitution
But I was wrong.
I believed we welcome all immigrants
But I was wrong.
I believed our Presidents were elected to protect all our citizens
But I was wrong.
I believed when we work hard all our lives we would retire with dignity
But I was wrong.
I believed our country was the envy of the world.
But I was wrong.
I believed our soldiers would be rewarded and treaded like heroes
But I was wrong.
I believed our military was to protect us against outside aggression
But I was wrong.
I believed the military would never hurt our citizens
But I was wrong.
I believed we would elect a criminal President
But I was wrong.
I don’t know what i will tell my children what happen to our
beloved country.
Well first of you have to be black
So if your not sorry about that
I guess you're just gonna have to be believed
I know for once your not included
How does it feel not to be the centre of attention
I guess it must be hard having white privilege
Oh and also being favoured
And no I'm not joking
Anyways back to the point
Black girls listen up
So what you are gonna need to is just open your mouth
Cause they don't like that
They'll call you violent
Kicker is they hate when your also silent
And use that as an excuse to discredit us
To dismiss us
They do this intentionally
So people won't believe us
I know
How scandalous
You're also gonna have to just exist
Yeah this one's gonna be the easiest
To accomplish
Us living apparently really hurts them
So they are probably gonna do everything
To make sure our voices are ignored by everyone
Because who is society going to believe
I'll give you a hint
The ones who have privilege
Sucks don't it
Well that's how you know you're doing something right
Cause remember we don't want to be believed
I mean it really is just that easy
Because when you're black
You're automatically not believed
The apparition was cautious
Materializing in a slow, steady way
I had never believed in ghosts
Spirit was something I pretended to believe in
At church
But I didn’t.
My schemata would not allow me to let this creature into my mind
She gave me a sad look and dematerialized
I possibly missed my last chance to speak to my mother
But she taught me not to believe
And she did a great job
Looking back, I shouldn't be surprised at all;
thinking of the lies they claimed were gospel true:
Humpty Dumpty didn't sit upon the wall,
families don't really live inside a shoe,
Jack and Jill just made it up about that fall,
Shakespeare's Katherina always stayed a shrew,
Santa doesn't bring the gifts on Christmas Eve...
crazy then that I'd believe you'd never leave!
Newshoes
My shoes were falling apart
I couldn’t keep them anymore
So I threw them away
It felt weird without shoes
But I only had to deal with it for a little while
not long after my new shoes came
They were new and I believed them to be perfect
I loved my new shoes
I wore them everyday
We went on so many adventures
But my new shoes started hurting me
Little by little the sharp edge prodded and poked at my feet
I thought these shoes would never hurt me like the last had
Sometimes people laughed at me and my new shoes
I didn’t care though
I loved them
It’s like they had a mind of their own
My new shoes controlled every step I took
I told them to stop, they didn’t
They knew what was best
My shoes kept pushing me to do things I didn’t want to do
Everyone else noticed it too
They told me to throw out my shoes
I didn’t want to get rid of them
After all I loved these shoes more than any other I’d ever had
I woke up one morning with my shoes gone
I searched everywhere
My shoes had been taken from me
But I didn’t mind
I was happy that they were gone
The prodding and poking had left along with them.
It's unknown how we got here,
told stories we had no reason to doubt.
Some people try to build you up,
with good intentions at the start.
But the truth is the way to go,
not some fantasy bus of destiny.
To break down somewhere lonely,
where you learn what's going on.
everyone looks at you like your...
some kind of a dummkopf.
Like you have been long living,
under the proverbial flat rock.
When actually no one explained,
what you should have known already.
For the pure child might just not know,
living a life of sorrow and poverty.
Maybe that fantasy bus of destiny...
starts looking pretty good as lives go.
For everyone's life will be cut short,
with a list of things to do close by.
Some people say the next life...
is where the real living is found,
and it all starts with a little bit of faith.
Like the faith instilled in your mother,
when first she looked at you with...
the eyes of someone who believed!
I Asked, I Believed, I Confessed
Miracle Man
November 11, 2023
Once, my days were lived as a feather,
wind blown, and without fixed direction.
Unknown to me, life’s storms I’d weather,
until God changed my life’s deflection.
Looking back, I see, only faint shadows,
of days when I had no message to share.
But from sin’s depth I abruptly arose,
God had answered my sinners prayer.
There's this hidden God, like our inner guide,
Who must wonder if we truly decide
To follow rules, pretending with all our might,
Living in a world that's not quite right.
It's like a puzzle, truth and lies so near,
But inside, we fight a different fear.
It's a heavy feeling, hard to explain,
A part of us that's filled with pain.
Through the ages, things have changed a lot,
But this mysterious God is hard to spot.
We seek answers, but they slip away,
Leaving us in doubt, day by day.
It's like having a friend we can't quite see,
But we know this God is part of you and me.
A mystery, a puzzle, a guiding force,
An invisible presence on our life's course.
I believed when you told me,
I was the reason for your smile.
I believed when you showed me all your scars,
And I wished I could heal them with all my love.
I laughed when you bought me a fly,
Saying I fill your life with colors just like this butterfly.
We danced in the rain,
We sang songs in the moon's light.
But it ended like it never was.
You took away my smile,
You caged me in that beautiful cage of the butterfly.
You left after the rain stopped,
and never called, when I was dying in high temperatures the whole night.
You slept after the sun was up,
But I left for the test which I was never prepared for because we sang the songs
last night which you loved the most all your life.
I believed it was us,
But the truth took away my blind trust.
Roses are red
Trepidations were you
Your affirmations from my kisses
Wouldn’t be enough
To get through to you
I would compile the wishes in our visions,
Candlelight laughter caressed the dishonor in your smile
And I would slow dance with your embattled tears,
Empathic gestures where you are the only sunshine
Who matters
Violets are blue
Like the skies which I sought for us to fly
But you wanted to hold me from a distance
With welcomed whispers on text
Now, I disconnect this line to your recycled insecurities.
While I water the flowers of my present,
To grow a new tomorrow
Hoping the dirt in your lyrics will one day embrace the rain.
@Tacito
To whom has the hand of the Lord been revealed?
From where does He come? His movement is beyond
Known speed.) Also If you travel to the height of the sky.!
You will not discern His face, yet He will observe you
The plumb line is in his hand, by his breath the sea is parted
He is full of true light, yet He passes without human notice
He is full of energy, His way of travel known only to a few.'
To those He has chosen to reveal Himself before
Rest from studying Him now.. for He comes and goes
Yet never leaves those He has purchased bereft
His character is one of mercy, yet His decision is swift..'
Finality Is His perrogative, all life springs from Him.!
To whom has the hand of the Lord been revealed?
From where does He come? His movement is beyond
Known speed.) Also If you travel to the height of the sky.!
You will not discern His face, yet He will observe you
The plumb line is in his hand, by his breath the sea is parted
He is full of true light, yet He passes without human notice
He is full of energy, His way of travel known only to a few.'
To those He has chosen to reveal Himself before.!
Who know also they are but unworthy servants.'
Rest from studying Him now.. for He comes and goes
Yet never leaves those He has purchased bereft
His character is one of mercy, yet His decision is swift..'
Finality Is His perrogative, all life springs from Him.!
The well-endowed temptress inspired the giant to think some wild thoughts.
Since she knew it, she did not intend to get anywhere near his cots.
The giant tried in vain to take his wild ideas and clot them with blots.
They were both fools in love but they did not know it yet!
The villagers made up all kinds of stories when they noticed the match.
They tore up each other’s ears with sordid tales of grab, kiss and snatch.
Soon these rumors were wafting around the village in a big gnarled batch.
Some even said the giant was the temptress’ pet!
You know how a lie can get tangled and twisted and blow in the wind?
Gossips were chasing new crazier ideas so hard, our ears were skinned.
Birds were running from the whispers, and the fishes’ flippers all grinned.
Most of the moldy rumors flying were sour and wet!
This is not rocket science, it is not truth, it is simply not right!
Stated a young lad whose character and morals were nice and tight.
We all need to apologize to the temptress and the giant tonight.
But they were squirreled away in a love-making net.
Written 4-30-2022
Contest: Tall Tales 2
Sponsor: Jeff Kyser
Due to his limited
ability to make
Decisions
He lacked respect
Due to people's
Unwilling ability
To understand.
He also understood
There position
Because of genre
Issues he lack
The funding abilities
afforded to
Decision makers
Sum wished his
Minatory gains to be
There's.
I believed,
I saw peace rise from the ground
breathing his disease over the world.
and love, love
danced her tune over hate
mutilating him deep into hell.
and people turned,
seeing man's true colors, praising
their countries for lasting peace.
Jesus wept.
He saw his earth unite into his dream
all men can see.
and love and peace
pledged to walk the earth carrying
their message throughout eternity.
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