Best Fact Of The Matter Poems
(Meant to be read fast like rapping)
I’m trying to place all your beauty and grace
And to chase and embrace every memory that ever was
Hunting past ghosts and old posts and love notes to see if anything can jolt this mind of mine
But it’s gonna be a while in denial till your smile turns the dial and resets this heart of mine
And it’s gonna take time to remind the divine to align the design inside this soul of mine
The fact of the matter is
I’m back and I’m better
Like a post script letter
And I promise I will never fetter
I wish you could comprehend the twists and bends this journey sends me on
I wish you could see the glee inside of me that frees the seas and shakes my knees
I want you to hold my heart that beats in part and won’t depart from next to you
Stay close
Don’t go
Wait a little longer and I swear I’ll have the flow
Come step
Inside
Let me show you why this is love I can’t deny
In time
You find
Every little thing I did had you in mind
people never could understand me.
heck. i can't even understand myself.
some things i don't even try to understand.
some things i'd just accept.
me. . . many people would describe me with just one word.
one simple word called crazy.
they say i'm a bit harder to get along with.
or maybe it's just because i'm different.
no one ever could "get with it".
no one ever could understand what i represent.
and the ones that were supposed to rep. with me
somehow ended up a hypocrite.
but that's alright 'cause i don't mind rollin' solo.
and in the end, when Christ comes back
he'll know who was there to defend his name.
and the ones in the world playin' sin like a game will get played back.
it's almost like that saying "once you go black you never go back"
but for me it's: "once you rollin' with Christ you never go back."
'Cause he keeps you safe from Satin's attacks.
it's so hard to explain these things that i'm saying
but when it comes to Christ i just ain't playin
yeah. . . many people would describe me with just one word.
many times i don't even try to understand
and this, i could even accept.
i just can't help it if i'm crazy about Christ.
he's the one that's been there for me when no one else can be.
and he's the one who cares for me when everyone else leaves.
so the fact of the matter is. . .
he's the only one i need.
so you can try to break me down with your words but they don't even matter.
you can call me crazy or use other words to describe me
but i don't give your words another thought.
you're not my savior.
Christ's the one that paid the cost.
i'm his child.
he's the only one i aim to please.
and I'll do it all my life
even if i do look crazy.
Maybe every god is real
Story a necessity
However it began
It was all about the end
If you don't believe me
Fact of the matter is
A bag of matter wrote this
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In the United States of America, all immigration laws must be in effect at all times. It's
been like that since the Civil War started and the signing of the Declaration of
Independence. But everybody must accept the fact that the people from different countries,
including India, are becoming citizens of the United States. It seems that some people
don't want them in our country because all foreigners will not just take their jobs or
whatever, but commit crimes everywhere they go, including solicitation or whatever. Well,
the last time everybody had checked, the united States of America was called "the land of
opportunity." Now I, for one, am for immigration rights. Just like these people from
Mexico, Haiti, China, or wherever these people are from, they have rights, just like all
of Americans do. Some people like me should make them feel welcome in our country, but
some them are always judging these foreigners by their religions, faiths, and/or beliefs,
background, or whatever. The ones who have always been hateful towards the people who
aren't U.S. citizens since 2006. And some people are ignorant, selfish, and on top of all
that they're a bunch of hypocrites, just like the Ku Klux Klan who've always wanted all of
us African-Americans to go back to our country called Africa. How stupid is that? Okay,
sure, these people from foreign countries may need to pass background checks in order to
become citizens of the United States of America, but the fact of the matter is that day in
and day out these people, from around the world are God's children, and these people
really need to stop being ignorant and arrogant--for once. If I'm going to stand up for
immigration rights, everybody should stand up for the people from around the world,
including Egypt and Afghanistan. And no matter whether he or she is Muslim, Buddhist, or
Catholic, or whatever, we're all an equal and we are all God's children. God bless
America, and the whole wide world.
DREAM VISITOR
DREAM VISITOR
Welcome intruder of my private world
visiting me at the twilight of my sleep
finishing with me into the deep slumber.
Satisfying me into completeness
dream visitor, you have come again
to ravish me and to make me shy.
I see your shadow, I feel your presence
about me, you live inside me, lay atop of
my nudity, arousing sensuous stimuli,
causing spontaneous imploding- and tremors.!
My senses go haywire, starting a-fire, I am now lit.
You then let me shoulder in all that you have
induced. I lie there, desire-ring nothing-
squirming in tranquility.
Upon awakening I am shy, As I appear
to you in reality, somehow you have to know.
My brain has scattered as I fold-up like a
Chinese-fan before your very eyes
I run away when I see you in the day.
Afraid that my eyes may reveal, or betray me;
You must know, you were there in spirit and it seems.
In daylight you mock me.
When your spirit visits my dreams, it is impossible
that we are not both inclined, to have arrive at this apex
same time; Are you my coitus ghost?
fulfilling me to the utmost.?
In reality, when I see you, I lose all my of my faculties.
I avoid you in the daytime too; Upon laying eyes on you.
I forget what I came to say or do. If I look at you;
Immediately sensations rush through.
The fact of the matter is, like a school-girl I am flattered
At the twilight of my sleep you enter. As you ignite and
quell fires in me, ecstatically overwhelmed- You finish me.
leaving me conquered by your rapture' visitor.
O' intruder of my slumber- O' Dream visitor of mine.
I gain control by staying busy all the day;
wanting to exhaust myself - Thus the only way to
prevent your visit, I must, and keep you beyond
the barriers of my deep slumber.
Tonight, I deeply sleep, becoming totally
in-cognizant; You will need consent.
I must not lose control of my dreams.
I cannot lose control of my dreams to
this ravenous intruder who satisfies me beyond reality.!
Tonight, your spirit will not demand my flesh-
I wild hide behind the sound wall of exhaustion.
Even though I have never known such contentment,
O’ prowess of Morpheus. O' dream intruder-
the morning after is too confounding!
There was a young feline named Jackson,
Who wanted a piece of the action.
While hunting for rats, Jack
Got into a spat, with a strange little
Creature known to us as a bat.
This then is the fact of the matter.
The bat proved as 'mad as a hatter'.
And it paid with it's life,
Causing Jackson much strife:
Bad luck for the poor little ratter.
They arrested the cat in a hurry
And woe to this poor furry purry.
Without even a trial, he was put on 'The Mile'
Where his life became drab and quite dreary.
Jack's been sitting there day after day,
Quite bored and just pining away.
While dreaming of mousies and birds on the wing,
Of hair balls and catnip and such kitty things.
"How long, oh how long must I pay?
Please won't someone just whisk me away?
Back to my home where a kitty can roam
And stay out-of-doors all live, long day."
The end of this tale I hope tell,
Will find Jack finally leaving his cell,
To be welcomed back home, once again
Free to roam, older and wiser and well.
"No more bats for this cat", Jackson moans.
And it seems that he's learned on his own:
It's far better than not, to keep up with ones shots,
Than call three feet of jail space your home!
© 2015 Diane Lefebvre
aimless and blind
I wasted my youth
left friendship behind
in search of the truth
no wiser but sadder
ah,but that never mattered
'cause then I met you
I did my hitch
sowed my wild oats
I burned all my bridges
and sunk all my boats
while the rats had all scattered
ah,but none of that mattered
'cause then I met you
yeah when I met you
you pulled me through
you gave me a clue
when I so didn't know what to do
blitzed on the booze
fresh out of hope
I had nothing to lose
at the end of my rope
I was mad as a hatter
the fact of the matter-
but then I met you
yeah then I met you
and then I met you!
THE SUM OF LIFE
The Sum Of life:
Between the earth and the
sunset is a Grey matter,
between your skull and your brain
is a Grey matter,
at times I feel like gray matter;
Everyone speaks and recognizes...
OZONE, or the black hole,
they speak of space,
time, and dimension...
But me, Grey matter
I am the most important matter,
the substance that form-fills,
conforms to any space it occupies.
I am always with you in many ways
I am omnipresent.
Who knows why I continue to shield you.
Sometimes I am mucus or gel-like,
I am despised on sight,
I am gray -matter...
I cause beauty to happen though.
I am not beautiful.
Unless you train your eyes
to see things differently,
see with an all-seeing eye.
You see my insides.
Did you know there's no life without me?
for I am the" embryonic sac”?
I may even be God; The Deliverer.
I am Grey matter, you turn up your nose at me,
shun, and ignore me; Slime I am.
Life-giving, lifesaving, Grey Matter.
Human beings you are full of me like it or not.
I may even be the God in you.
There's nothing wrong with grey,
Gray Matter saves "Hallelujah".
Gray matter, I want to thank you right now,
I praise you right now I never recognized you
but know my 3rd eye is open right now.
Thank you, Grey Matter,
for your slime producing snails,
research revealing cures in the
Grey Matter of their slime, worthy is thy gel...
"Hallelujah" Gray Matter... Gray Matter:
The only matter that matters.
The fact of the matter is
without you, there would be no matter.
The only matter that matters is Gray Matter;
No matter what's' the matter,
for any matter, no matter what.
I will always remember what, matter, matters.
Blood is red, and we see it occasionally,
some even worship it;
It is good to see blood every now and then
because we know it sustains.
Like the sunsets on the seashore,
the unsettling dust of the "Grey" the great gray,
the greatness of grayness is performing.
Copyright © Vicki Acquah | Year Posted 2016
It's a hard pill to swallow knowing that something
you worked and fought so hard for is just a lost cause
and you can't put life on pause, all you can do is wonder
and think what a fool you are
now there's a handful of people who think they can change
who their significant other is or who they used to be
love is blind and when you in love and want someone so bad
it's kind hard to see the light and everybody goes threw the b.s
but you try your best to make things right and you began to wonder
he or she isn't even trying despite the fact how far y'all came
they say their completely honest with but deep down you know their lying
and when you make time for them and they don't make time for you
tell me what do you do, what do you do when you think
every time you try to reach out to your mate the devils laughing in your face
and you finally realize all the time you spent trying to be the best man
she was never trying to be the best woman
you see you were looking for love but only found heartache in your left bosom
she was looking for a sex partner and thats whats real, but
behind this reflection in the mirror now after adding your relationship
up from it's ups and downs it get to be and seem so much clearer
she could never be the woman who you see yourself marrying
fact of the matter is she's just the woman with your child she's carrying
and the signs were there in the beginning that she was swimming in lust
and ashes to ashes dust to dust thats what the end of this relationship
was made up of, a relationship that never should have started
and now all you're left with is a broken heart thats dearly departed
and a mind thats critically injured and all you can say is, its my fault
sometimes we have faith in something thats nothing
something thats not there, one living in despair and another
just too in love to admit that despite of what her lifestyle has
always been like he's always forgive and forget, but in the end
it was his heart that was gonna be a homicidal casualty, but
thats just life I suppose and I'm just facing reality
My fingers ache from trying to jot down my feelings into words.
The time it has taken me to type
could have been spent cutting my heart into thirds
opposed to waiting for the feelings of my heart to ripe.
The cracks running down my veins are bursting in the air.
The fact of the matter
is that you do not care.
Thanks for waiting for my fingers to compose this to let my feelings shatter.
WHEN IT MATTERS MOST
When it most matters
Many thinks it don’t matter
Always think what may matter
When this again is a brought up matter
It will not be hidden when matter arise matter
It will surely discuss what truly matter
No matter what we now know it matters
Though some don’t know this matter
I believe it is time that it matters
When all sees and knows what matters
I hope we all understand the fact of the matter
As a matter of fact it is our matter
***********The Devil is Hipe'*********
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I have said it before
And I will say it a again'
When it come's to Death
And Destruction
The Devil is alway's lending
A helping hand..
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He sleeps' with the Heart
Of thy enemie....
He stir's the pot
He carries' their thoughts
-Fore-
He has a Handy
Forget Me not
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He can rip right threw
A family....
With-out even giving it
A second thought..
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These are thing's that We
Should really share..
But, the fact of the matter is
That You never even knew
He was there..
----
Fore He is every where
Since the begining of time
If you search for the Truth
Then He is harder to find..
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Their is such Evil
At His command
But, don't forget Jesus
He always' foil the plan
With just one simple
AMEN
And to this I say
AMEN
GF
Hey, I love you and you know it's true.
Sometimes I love you so much that I don't know what to do!
I get angry, talk trash, and do stupid stuff.
I'm sorry, it's only because I love you so much!!
I write this to you because you stay on my mind,
I truly feel that it's just a matter of time!
I always want you to be who you are and do what you do,
For the fact of the matter is that I'll always love you!!!
Am no match for the enemy that’s true,
I need God more than ever and so do you.
Am not magnifying Satan for who he is.
It’s not rocket science, the fact of the matter
Is this:
The devil is alive and well, and here on planet earth
He dwell. Unleashed among us for a certain time,
Once a heavenly arc angel, thrown down to hell.
He accuses us when we do what’s right, when in the
Wrong he laugh’s and cheers, but I have got bad news
for him, his head is bruised, he’s lost the fight.
The devil is like a fierce dog, chained up tightly
To a post. His teeth is sharp his eyes focus on his prey
To wreck and ruin those in his way. Scripture declares
He’s as a roaring lion, seeking for someone to devour
We must be connected to God, each second of every hour.
We are no match for the devil, and that’s as simple as that
Not that we are weak, and allows him to have his way.
But our trust and dependence is on the almighty, who hears
Our faintest cry for help, when we pray.
Life sprang out of water, mysteries remain
Deep in unexplored, aquatic world
Poisons and chemicals in it we drain
Life sprang out of water, mysteries remain
Nature tries to recycle to clean again
Lest its delicate balance be twirled
Life sprang out of water, mysteries remain
Deep in unexplored, aquatic world
We will next fight over water
Predict the sane and wise among us
Its shortage is now fact of the matter
We will next fight over water
Make the earth red with slaughter
Like animals if we continue to fuss
We will next fight over water
Predict the sane and wise among us