This was written from the heart.
Never knew it'd come to this.
I don't know where to start.
Mama, your son gotta kind heart!
But every day, the world's telling me to play my part.
From a boy to a man, I had to transcend.
Like a pea in a pot, I had to grow up.
Never once complained when it's time to show up.
I've been scarred, betrayed, and left to fend for myself.
No one's fault but mine, for trust don't get you far.
So I've learned to keep my heart dark, like a tint up car.
And fight it by myself this internal war.
Sorry it took me so long to understand.
The world's doesn't cater for the weak.
That every man's battle is in their own hands.
Win or lose, you gotta stand strong.
And a man's tears are as worthless as a dollar coin.
The older I get, there's thing's I comprehend.
Like family can be your biggest hater, nothing like a friend.
And you gotta answer to God for every sin.
I apologize for not knowing this in the beginning.
Mum used to cater
my every whim.
I was really spoilt
like a large catch of tuna
in the police station.
The local children were cautioned
against talking
to strangers about me.
That was why
I became celestial canopy
in the neighbourhood.
Don’t you dare try to sit in my spot!
I’ll decide if you pet me or not.
I’m the star here, you’ll see.
They all cater to me.
They just like you; they LOVE me a lot.
I’ve finished with travels, for I can’t agree
With the reasons I’m discriminated
Won’t pay for the visa a notable fee
Won’t wait in the queue of migrated
I’m blamed for the crimes which I didn’t commit
Stigmatized for a thing they call “nation”
I’ve nowhere to go and I’ve no one to meet
My train doesn’t stop at your station
I may not be happy about it, but such
Is the case that I’ve to comprehend
My dear foreign friend, I don’t know you that much
As you seem to know who I am
I’m lazy, incurious, spoiled and defiant
I live in the land of the snow
I’m a parallel world to political giants
That all of you are, as I know
Think better of me, if you can, for I’m not
Your enemy or cater cousin
Who dreams to come over with problems he’s got
To share at least half a dozen.
My poetry is my heart beat,
it is my sleep, my thought,
it is me and what I am,
It is the thread that holds me
and many journeys I have made,
do not judge it by its rhyme,
or the meshwork of words,
but look at it as a part of my being,
you may have your own scale to judge,
do not place it against my verse,
let it be like it is,
for what it is worth,
I do not write to cater to them
and their ideas of composition,
but write to fulfil the breath that is,
that speaks of my life,
life that I have lived and known,
my poetry is
time’s signature of me as I was,
in an unseen volume that holds my thought.
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The fundamental things
we cater to love life liberty
the simple pleasures of
ecstasy as we reap and
capture endearment entitlement
morbid endeavours settling
score’s beyond our means
sorted bliss a meeting of the
minds required overtime
mastering over thinking
as we become one with
our own foundation for
truth justice creating the
mild mannered gestures
with mustered up kindness
a certain fondness for freedom
as poverty gleams a brilliant
sense of humility compassion
unmeasured while we continue
to salvage what’s left after
crime war and punishment
why we reach for her might
the height of her mystery she
has given birth to everyone
who touches her who believes
in her who craves her protects
her liberty liberty liberty sing
Paper boats floating in puddles of water
Every little child’s sweet desire we’d cater
Like paper boats we now float on life’s great ocean
Our great minds carrying our thoughts and notions
But let us travel light and not carry the weight
Or like soaked paper boats will we lose our state
Birds die for prey
People die for money
Money's charisma slave people
It's power cater each heart to supple
Not careful you will beg as ego chill
Some avarice sell their soul to hell
To some life is easy because of money
So pretty a relationship is sweet as honey
I never told that fiat money people worship
Not even a slight of human pride stop a soul grip
For money rule the world of lust and praise
As human behavior degrading now abase.
My world changed so fast
that it caught me off guard.
I never thought I would see,
the hate and pervasive bigotry
that exists in the world today.
And then, the internet came along
and shrunk the world to fit in your phone;
opening doors that were once closed.
But, at the same time
supplied every kook, grifter, charlatan, and conspirator
festering on the fringes of society, a bully pulpit;
to cater to a select audience of like-minded trolls.
Corruption, fear-mongering, peddling lies
and alternative truths,
are entrenched in our government,
entertainment, and news.
World War Three, which was once unthinkable,
is gaining favorability with the masses;
fueled by cultist propaganda and doomsday bravado
that spreads like a virus on social media platforms.
We are polluting the land, poisoning the oceans,
and brainwashing the minds of our youth;
without any regard for the truth.
I remember a time when people didn't lock their doors:
neighbors greeted one another with smiles and waves.
But today, I fear that we've been caught in the worldwide web
of a technological spider's electronic threads,
and sooner or later, we will be eaten.
A deep concern for those who
had suffered from the horrors
of Helene and Milton.
A faith in a God
which makes his worshipers
suffer might cause one to believe that
people are conditioned to be exploited.
Did Satan created the condition
that the selected few could tell the
tale of the disaster.
Themes and subject matters cater to
the taste of it's audience.
Yet it neither addresses the numbness
and loss associated with material and
personal disacosation.
Comfort my body and my soul
might the troubling need of belonging
keep me worthy and true.
Might my mind and my spirt recollect it's
sence in belonging.
The tough fight ahead of us all
is neither socaail or genered.
But is supported by us all.
A drop of rain rippled down my hair
A drop of blood oozed through my tear
I drenched in thoughts of uncanny fear
I closed my eyes with the vision of a seer
I wished to untrap tragedy behind a cheer
I wished to be a messiah of God
I wished to battle against all odd
I wished to propagate uncynical thought
I wished to cater people in times of need
Like a man of prowess shining in his deed
I opened my eyes to melt the barrier
Between what I am and what if I could have been a savior
All the heroism I portrayed in my fantasized sphere
I wish I could make them real
Like the drop of rain falling on my hair
Today we dance on a mountain
slide he covers me from the
beaming sun as tiny raindrops
splash across our faces colorful
hues invite my cunning smile to
relax and enter the unknown
wandering about newness my
senses responds to his every
beckon call needing the comfort
of my calmness we cater to our
illnesses our flaws loving every
drop of laughter we'd bestowed
since yesterdays panic attacks
clinging solely to healing coping
peace the sweetness of peace
overlooking all impulsive needs
to react to the powerful threats
bullying mental cruelty from the
sad tyranny boldly tormenting
portraying mafia notions cleverly
hidden behind human satisfaction
a quiet bliss employs us as we master
just loving us in this moment today
as we simply dance the day away
Awareness saves lives
Anxiety disorder Agraphobia
Panic Attacks survivors
my husband and I are truly
blessed God bless all who served
and God bless The Federal Bureau
of Investigations The United States of America
We are still here we are Safe
We welcome you to Wonderland,
there's fun for all the ages.
The locals roam in circles
when permitted from their cages.
Amenities are costly,
but they'll make your stay divine.
Just don't forget the Golden Rule-
"What's yours is also mine."
We'll keep you fat and happy
with our three square meals a day.
We boast 3,000 calories,
don't worry what you weigh!
And if you find you're in the mood
for same-sex inclination,
Our showers make the perfect spot
for secret fornication.
And when you've had your share of fun,
retire to your suite.
We provide your sheets and blanket
all-inclusive as our treat.
We hope that you'll extend your stay,
we're only here to cater.
One visit's simply not enough!
Don't fret we'll see you later...
You entered my quiet realm
and devoured my private peace
alluring desires dancing with
hidden traumatic pains whispering
tomorrow seeking solace a mind
reaches for a bleeding heart to bestow
comfort a healing notion that withers
with shyness unexpressed wants
between empty matter of your
needs calling to my innermost
calm uninvited an yet here you are
tampering with my emotional
bliss one with the sheer notion
of unseen selfishness as I cater
to the lost pathways back to your
unsettling arms awaiting my
weakness to implore a tour
of my thoughts hidden deeply
within as you poke pull taunt and pry
I cover my ears and simply cry
you're not supposed to be here
you're not supposed to be near
my soul vibrate vanishes in your
presence my peace gravely
interrupted an yet I await a cunning
time to emerge from my silkened
caterpillar state to finally open
my colorful wings and softly
soar above you again and again
reaching wonderful new heights
brilliant butterfly landing on a cloud
looking back to say you're just too loud
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