Like a sinking sun,
Betwixt earth n' sky,
Viz a fallen hero
Crowning melodious charm,
Braze me, to raise
As the phoenix.
Oh! ye noble men of courage, another Hero is born.
Meet the man who demystify the terrors of our oppressors,
Out on thee oh cowards, Up and braze up for the the imminent freedom.
Your Fears are foolish, let them dazzle a thousand guns, they are mortals and
they fear our rage.
Enlist in the voyage for liberation, we cannot all be cowered.
Liberty is the cry of the oppressed, and Freedom is never given, it is taken
Emancipate yourself from the claws of these terrible corrupt impostors,
See the light of development sweeping the continents, advancement and
technological leap everywhere
Our lots has been a cynosure of bandits, overtaken by fraud and moral turpitude
Who will lead this banner to rescue us from the nebulous shame?
Over us they bellow, Lording it, they Rule.
Revolution is the Fear of the Oppressor, until the masses wake up from their
slumber.
End the reign of the bandits, masquerading as Leaders
Anybody who believes in misleading fortune-telling...
that his destiny cannnot be easily diverted or altered,
is following the formidable foe to a distructive end
the assumption that doomsday is quickly coming!
I am going to tell you how to age so gracefully,
but my opinion costs nothing: braze yourself
and start a lifetime exciting ride to increase credibility:
no worries on the mind with the cheerfulness of an elf!
Have you known depressed people who complain
about everything that's gone wrong in their lives
and to stay pain-free they shove tons of white pills
down their throats to stop what seems a delusion?
Breaking free is undoing thoughts that hinder happiness
from becoming a sort of inspiration where your bold ego rises
the spirit and mind, allowing doubts to vanish instantly;
no new revelation is more worthy beholding with excited eyes!
What's the secret of those people who are happy and free of troubles?
It's their commitment to unleash the joy of discovery...
to have bigger dreams with the pretty colors of rainbows,
and whenever they lead them, they can separate fantasy from reality!
Written 5/8/2017
Here at our Cafe'
We serve the best brains in the City
We only pick the freshest
The pink, the plump and pretty
We like our brains real lean
It's the healthy way to eat
So we trim off all the fat
And we cut-out all the meat
But Our recipe's a secret
You mustn't tell a soul
We use a lot of fruit
And of course veg-e-ta-bles
Then we, Chop, slice and puree
Filet, fry and boil
Dip, roll, then saute
Season, salt and oil
Cut, mince and marinate
Stuff, simmer, stew and baste
Freeze, and refrigerate
Then add more salt to taste
Bake, broil, and then roast
Steam, stir with ladle
Sear, brown, braze and toast
Then serve it to your table
My writing has become bamboozle.
I keep getting braze.
Not able to put my words in the box.
My thoughts seem to only absorb him.
Hoping and praying, he is okay.
Feeling rotten, thinking of him.
Eating our poison!
Suffering so much!
I feel the sin, thinking of him.
But!
My heart desires him!
I try to hear his voice and hold him in dreams.
My only worriment , not letting him know, my feelings.
For all he will do, is use and abuse, my heart and soul.
But!
I truly miss him.
Worry so much.
Praying he is well.
But!
Sometimes I wish, I can rewind time.
Loving him, was a great feeling.
I use to think, that he was the best.
I felt special, every moment.
But!
Now, my heart continues to stay in the dark
Cursing
him
out!
I am your lips against theirs
I say without you my life is empty
I see him caress you
I hear you laugh as their fingertips braze your palm
I feel you melt at their touch
I am the passion that you consume…
I am your faltering heart
I cry when you sleep beside them for pleasure
I worry you don’t care
I wonder if I can help you see the light that you can’t see, even though it’s in front of your
eyes everywhere you turn
I pretend you won’t get hurt
I understand your desire for me
I am a volcano of lust…
I am the glowing of your heart when you see them
I want you to take a chance, to take a risk
I will hold your hand as you walk down the isle
I try and dry the tears that run down your face
I hope you are happy
I dream that you grow old with them
I am fate…
We Are Love…
Today is gorgeous
The lake ripples
As the wind digs its nails
Into the blue sheen that protects it
I braze the now still waters surface with my hand
Freezing! Bitter! Lovely!
I stand back then jump…
Freezing pain never felt so good
As its deep blue water caresses me
Deeper and deeper inside the bowels of its cold heart…
True love's beauty is great to behold-
When it is expressed freely and in earnestness,
It can build relationships that no force can penetrate so as to destroy or demean.
Forces may come against Love, and it may be shaken;
But love is a stronghold that binds in oneness of spirit and mind.
Fires may come to burn out Love but love will quench the fire as thought drowned
by water.
Love will survive for it is long suffering;
Love is a sure foundation for it is everlasting.
Love is compassionate for it is not self-pleasing.
Love never fails for it is a shield to protect against all destruction, whether natural
or spiritual.
Love is tender, outreaching, forgiving, and understanding.
It reaches forth to build and to repair even what seems to be the most hopeless
of situations.
True Love expressed will traverse further than any man-made substance ever
could.
Love will come through the storm and the rain of life; walk through thorns and
thistles; braze through the wind an the fire;
Yet, come forth untarnished or bruised as more than a conqueror;
And spring forward to greater aspirations-
For God is Love, and it is forever.
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