Best Rationalize Poems
Myself I’ve never been
much of a mathematician
Algebra and stuff
didn’t add up to much
when I made the decision
to respond to you
our multi-versed
mathematical magician
Because even I know
all things aren’t equal
I don’t know what it’s like
to grow up black and poor
and to wonder why
other kids have more
and why no one looks sideways
when white kids walk into a store
It seems this world for you
uses a subtraction
and division equation
Giving people who look like me
a multiplication table
We rise to the top like cream
even when you’re more capable
Those who say
“Things have changed”
are living in a fable
or maybe they think it’s fine
because they have lots on their table
You have no reason to apologize
I see the sad in your eyes
That happens
when others try
to bring you down to size
But I sense a power
beyond the treatment they rationalize
There is scripture flowing from your pen
Telling us what your people have dealt with
over and over again
You help me conceptualize that pain
which enables me to see and realize
why some might try to bury their blues
with drugs and booze
When they think
“Nothing is going to change”
They also think
“F it I’ve got nothing to loose!”
But you you’re a word warrior
that’s not the path you choose
Rewrite it
Rethink it
Turn it into good news
Sorrows on a graph,
Death and molestations
All these sadness quotients
are not merely estimations
They defy gravity
and my limited calculations
But I can’t read your sorrow
without me acknowledging
I see your situation
And I hear your brave
heartfelt communication
While still I wonder
how you cope with this frustration
Maybe it’s the angels
That grace your constellation
The way you wrote it
and I read it
If I were your teacher
I’d give you all the credit
Besides in this case
you’re the teacher
I say hallelujah brother
your life is a prayer
keep on speaking preacher
So I ask
what can a math challenged
middle aged white dude do?
People need more than compassion
for what they’ve been through
A thought can grow exponentially
beyond me and you
Until it becomes true
Action Maximization
by the many for the few
Dedicated to Michael Ellis after reading his Poem “A Poem for My Algebra Teacher” Please read it.
I have come to the point of decision
And I have decided in favour of love
Wisdom is not solely measured by experience
But more by capacity for it
I have glimpsed deep into history
I have sieved through its successes
...for the soundest advice I could find
Most profound I have received from the greatest achievers in its archives
I am a Student of Life
I am a Wordsmith of Optimism
And I am a Mason of the Castles of Dreams
This Trinity of Purpose for me goes hand in hand, side by side
Each benefits the other
Issue is, they set me apart from the others
Here I am, young when I should be intoxicated with the fads of modernity
Fortified with skills that are eager to pay the ordinary wages
But nay, I am not to be beleaguered
I focus ahead to perceive the greater rewards at the summation of days
For I place most value on the greatest wealth: WISDOM and HAPPINESS
I have come to the point of decision
And I have decided in favour of love
I choose to commit my heart entirely
To the work I love best
For it is this calling that shall liberate the sanctity of my humanity
The world I dwell in fathoms not a shred of my quest
For it views life through the lenses of reality
True as it may be that my work suffices not to endow me
...with common currency in these economic times
The rationale of my perception discerns far beyond this temporary mist
Let them roar their throats in laughter at my perceived stupidity
But it is their children and their children’s children that shall benefit most
...From this shelter of thoughts and dreams that for them I build
I expect no immediate remuneration for my onerous undertaking
For I rationalize it as a selfless gift to humanity
Hence I shall tap deep within to give all can give
I am determined to build this Shelter of Thoughts and Dreams
I have the basic skills hence I commit my willingness and ingenuity
The Good Gods shall present the mortar and bricks
The fear of failure has been permanently exiled from boarding my being
As my eyes are fixated on the prize
I am ready to pay the price
For Kyle, My Darling Son
When four, I knew my soul had claustrophobia in it.
More than once it has caused me public panic fits.
Once, I declined a job located in a super high rise
for fear it would sway or rock me to an awful demise.
As cures I plan no coffin, avoid full planes, tight spaces,
roof edges and elevators with terrifying glass faces.
Often before sleep, I think the devil visits from hell.
He attempts to solidify my fears of sorrow that dwell
on my Mother’s death which is a normal eventuality
and my treasured love’s death which none can foresee.
I can bid the devil to depart back to dark fairly easily;
changing my head's channel is a successful remedy.
But I cannot grasp, shake, rationalize or compromise make
a fear that causes my angst to quake, my emotions to break.
I turn to God in constant prayer, seeking my answer there.
I ask God for His soothing and a solution He will share.
Thoughts of my challenged son’s life after I am gone
grow my despair and tears from the worry they spawn.
Who will hug him good night and then again each dawn?
Who will love him to ensure his self-value dwells on?
He will need a loving touch and acceptance to lean on.
I fear and hurt, knowing such blessings are not foregone.
I would rather be sealed in a coffin on a roof way high
than my precious one be love abandoned after I die.
Oh, no, he best not patronize me on Valentines.
If I must dramatize appreciation, I shall agonize.
Each year, he thinks chocolates will rationalize
spending his time guarding the sofa so it won’t rise,
while my cooking and housework threaten to paralyze
all I am behind my victimized and exhausted eyes.
Unless he bears one, one way ticket for me to paradise
or procures a gift he ingests that will tranquilize,
he can stuff candy hearts in his behind so gelatinized.
The last time I fell for that darned, deceiving cupid
I committed to him and living my life forever stupid.
... CayCay Jennings
January 28, 2017
"Time doesn't stand still the way our hearts do, when it locks onto a memory and suspends it, holding it, caressing it, gazing deeply into it and sucking at it gently hoping to savor again one last time, the sweetness of a time otherwise gone by and forgotten.
Bittersweet with a slice of heartache is all that comes to be now, when I linger there, amoung the shadows. I often question why I stay so long, why I come back at all, what am I hoping to find? The answer is forsaken and elusive, but no longer persistant, the call that used to be like a siren song is long become an echo, fading delicately like the waves that dissolve against the shoreline.
Love is like a mockery to our senses and the mind tries often to rationalize the ashes of that which can no longer be rekindled.
Stubbornly kept, selfishly hidden, like a treasure all its own, a part of you remains deeply embedded in that which will always be me. Like neglected orphans we continue to dance under the moonbeam of innocence, lost among the tall grasses of an ebony field, our whispers reflecting off the water, our laughter entwinded within the grasp of tallest oaks thick branches, snared for a naked moment, before slipping away & fading amongst the diamond eyes of the never sky....
She smiles faintly as her fingers trace the silver chain that adorns her neck, remembering the memories deep within the chambers of the locket, far deeper than any faded photograph."
Uncanny the feeling how
my soul knows yours
It was in a silent
dark emptiness
when yours cried out
mine answered
Waking my very being
from a deep slumber
How do I rationalize
the call of one soul
to another
beckoning to mine
It's pull like that
of the moon
on the earth's water
each night
enticing it, compelling
mine to respond
As if they held a physical
link of some kind Inviting
me to come to you
As if perhaps they
had lived in another
life together
In another
lifetime happy
and their cries are
their way of saying
they only want
what once was
Hot water freezes faster than cold
Wearing layers in the heat keeps you cool
Hummingbirds are the most aggressive bird
Sometimes life doesn't make sense
There are seashell fossils on mountain tops
On Venus, a day is longer than a year
Your head ages slightly faster than your feet
Sometimes life doesn't make sense
I know I'm not perfect
And neither are we
But together we could have been
Because
Sometimes life just doesn't make sense
But what is sense
When you stop to think
A spiral like that
Could drive you to drink
You can rationalize
Justify
Make recompense
But sometimes life just doesn't make sense
Silent sturdy nothing ringing through my desolate unforgiving ears
A pin drops, a heart stops, a cry, a scream, still nothing phases my hearing of silence
My mind is so noisy sometimes but makes no difference to the outside
A love for sound that I will never know of, for I will always have to endure
Silence
A nuisance only I can suffer from in my own insubordinate thoughts
Although I can listen to you in the end it only means silence to all I have ever come to known
A sad end to a beginning that never reverses its true meaning
Never hides only seeks for its next victim to make bleed in a figure of speech
Or just a reality busting out of its seems
Something that a needle and thread cant just make into a new better form of you
No its forever who you are and all you will ever know
But even though you scream and cry or rationalize in ludacris ways or laugh or smile
Silence will eventually catch up to you retarding all you know
And finally all you know will go leaving to a better place that silence is of no importance to all
your ways
Live life
Love hard
Dream away
For one day the silence you feel will be swept away
Feeling and hearing all the sounds once again that use to keep you grounded
Silence is inevitable but can be obliterated by sweet sound
Hearts revel to the same drum
Blood forever runs red
Yet equality is dead
Disgusted eyes plague black people
Whisper in their corners when I’m not around
Correct my accent wishing my soul didn’t dance
Hips halt in revulsion when the bass and lyrics sound
Disgusted eyes plague white people
Loudly insulting them from depths of a crowd
Make sport of their formality wishing they could feel the beat
Hips halt in revulsion when the guitar and banjo are played allowed
In time intangible ropes have enslaved our inner mind
Unconscious racism is even vivid to the eyes of the blind
Rationalize it if you please but correction is of need
Need of unification,
Need of love,
Need of the word concede
Concede because all have suffered enough
ALL……………………………………………………..
Conquer the minds unconscious barricade, and accepts your neighbor. For she/he might be
the greatest fortune one may find.
Love and peace: james
I rise daily from troubled sleep attempting to make sense of imagery.
I magination inside me peeks, anxiety occupies blanks with grief
C onscious wars with angry speech, again I decide to rationalize.
O nward, up, fight - ours is not to reason why ours is but to do or die;
N ever give up, never give in- decide what's right, begin again.
I nward look and find your truth, outward search to find your own truth
I f man or woman was not meant to grow and change we'd die unclaimed.
C onsider this my icon's face, an aged woman, bathed in grace
O nly be kind, its all she asks, to each other; it's the right path.
N ow you know my ICON; be strong, be kind, and carry on.
4/19/15
The diamond ring you gave me did not remove the pain.
You must know it is not that simple to forgive.
The bouquet of roses you sent on Valentine did not remove the bruise.
A man's love does not justify abuse.
You snap now just from intimate conversation.
In the next moments, you ask me are you still my baby.
Vindictive you expect me to be.
You shower me with presents endlessly.
My love seems to rationalize your next move.
I am in a domestic violent relationship with you.
Do I continue to stay?
I am here until I find a better way.
You come home all vile and bombed.
Even if I am asleep, you will awaken me to ask me am I still your woman.
All I do is smile and state you are my man because you pave the way.
Soon you will fall asleep and your stupor will please me.
Am I in love with you?
Of course, I am.
You take care of home boo.
Now, today, you ask me to marry you.
I responded with the question do you think our love is true.
You stated that I know you can be verbal abusive but
“Baby don’t I always find a resolution.”
I provide a smile and a kiss.
“Baby, I will marry you next year.”
On my finger is the diamond ring.
Love justice of life is insight refined.
I am in position to sequester as the procrastinator.
You are the navigator.
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Penned on January 04, 2015!
memories flow through me
like an open wound the blood trails
following a painful path twice walked
why is it so easy to remember the sadness
as if a welcomed choice once here repeating
the savage stabbing within ones heart
surely the goodness and comforted smiles
of a time long ago should be present and
accounted for
do we measure the good and the bad
within our lives so that we may rationalize
our own existence
perhaps we are predestined with each
of us receiving an exact amount of what
we need to survive this life
after all we do tend to justify and even
accept our misery as a payment due for
our own actions throughout life
our love it seems is simply put away within
a corner of our hearts accepting it as a wonderful
thing and we are happy with the time shared
should i consider myself as being selfish
because after all this time and all the goodness
i have been given i find myself wanting more
more happiness more love and above all else
more of you...
What happens when dreams collide with fate
and you struggle to rationalize?
What about if everything burns up in smoke
and you are not able to realize?
What happens when you cannot find the time
being left only to fictionalize?
What about your ending beginning afterlife
away from what you can idealize?
In a land far away, in a time not so far past.
A recession came and the people were poor.
The middle class had lost everything,
The bankers and the rich owned them,
Taking their homes and letting them starve,
Interest, the signature, soul sold, bought.
Marx had come onto the scene and Blavatasky.
Ideas, revolt, change, power to the people.
Crush the bankers and the rich: take their wealth.
Feed the people, empower the ordinary man.
One man came forward, a painter, an artist.
Lead the revolution, a powerful orator.
Hate the rich, hate the evil bankers and business owners.
Free market, competition, trickle down economics, died.
The new key word: Socialism. Steal from the rich to feed the people.
His name was Hitler, loved by the people. Kill the rich.
The rich were the Jews, their religion is designed to accumulate wealth.
No love, no artists, conformity, conservatives, defending their wealth.
Team up with the western capitalists, demonize socialism.
Capitalists start war with socialists. Rationalize, demonize.
The capitalists and the Jews vs the people of Germany.
Germany kills the Jews, just a few, not six million.
Don’t believe the lies of the capitalists.
The final solution, kill the rich, French Revolution.
It will happen again, same story, different time and place.
Modern bankers, Wall street, corporations, raped the people.
The middle class is dying, and our future is already coming.
01 March 2011
Just Like Father
For every single day, you’ve watched me
Remember how’d I express my thoughts
My feelings you would express as yours
Daily routine, together we stumbled to practice
In your humming, I fondly put words and we sing
In your asking, I become a learner and perceiver
In being inquisitive, I should rationalize
To prove certain things, you would not understand by now
We go on the same haircut as always the crew cut
We paired off dresses in every outdoor moment
Have the same craving for foods and things to do
Like a spider web, hanging out, interweaving close ties
“Just like Father,” words come out from your lips
I am proud to hear this coming from you
“Just like Father,” means you want to be like me
You are my son and only true admirer
I wish I could give you the best of me
You are my little hero
Wakes me up, when I fell into an uneasy sleep
You are my little angel
Guard me through the walk in the darkest pathway
You’re my son and only true resemblance