Brain betrays his reaction,
Eyes and all skull.
He went asleep while my orbs opened ajar, Sorrowful moment of heart.
Brain sleeping but heart breathing fearfully,
All dress wrathful, because mind lacks peace
Toward test to be held on 20th of April.
The Day I’ve longed for here, fearful,
my hand seized.
Suddenly sorrow arose,
And my finger refuse testifying my identity.
My hand, why have you turn your back at me?
Why have you put me in this forlorn state of mind?
Blood, why have you put me in the shadow of impossibility?
Vein, why have you not called for your blood? Biometric suddenly turned "The Life Changer."
But why did my finger hurt me that way?
It ignored every treatment.
God, your authority is of no one to question,
But why have you watched from that far distance?
Why have you not intervened quickly?
Ten fingers of mine ask you on your way,
But certainly, know you knows it all.
The story of the Great Perhaps…
Perhaps it won’t be what you thought,
perhaps it will be even better.
Perhaps you will get that win for once,
perhaps it could start a chain reaction.
Perhaps can seem a bit too hopeful,
perhaps you should still have faith.
Perhaps you’re belly up and vulnerable,
perhaps you bite hard and use claws.
Perhaps it’s nothing but nothing much,
perhaps it will be the game changer.
Perhaps that is the chance you take,
perhaps that’s why a legend resonates.
Could your story be great? Perhaps.
Are you a loner?
A soldier
Without leaning on a shoulder
The one that fights or works
For all his or her wants
Without support but still hold on
Even when he or she
Don't get all they need.
It takes bravery
Can you continue
Amidst rejection
That's an injection
For your journey progression
Making you strong, wise and wild.
Lonely is the path
When you think out of the box
Outcome may take longer
But you'll get a different resolution
Crowded is the way
When you think in the box
Outcome maybe faster
But you'll get a familiar resolution
Be reliable, be the game changer.
They don't want you
To elevate without them
Even when they're not supportive.
They know your history,
Victory and glory; so they want to be part of it
They always want to be part of your glowing
But not part of the suffering and criticisms.
They want to partake in your glory and victory
Even when they don't know the story
They always watching, while you do the working
Then come in, when you start earning.
If they can't do or have it;
They won't let you, rather they disrupt it.
Be the game changer not the fighter
Never let them chain or tame you
Vibrate higher, so you can fly higher
Liberating yourself from toxic people.
People ruin good things or people,
If they can't have it or be one.
Raise your game highest and tightest
So mediocre people can't participate in it.
When others
play by the rules,
in their comfort zones,
my spirit
craves
the unknown.
My soul
only knows
to disrupt,
to innovate,
to rewrite
the game.
April day is gorgeous.
I wake up early, head to my art studio.
Surrounded by paints and glitter, I feel wonderful.
Working simultaneously on four canvases, in the best of moods.
Humming to The Mamas and the Papas, seventies music.
My eye catches something running rapidly.
Screech!
Day ruined by one small black field mouse.
Yesterday I was on a mission to change the world. I was so passionate about change that it was all I thought about. I lived and breathed” change.”I wanted to live in a unified world. I was young and ready to take on the world. I had new ideas( at least I thought they were). I focused on the things we all had in common. I didn't focus on race, religion, and gender. However, I did acknowledge those things because they were important and core values. In the past, they were the “ things.” that brought division. So I decided to focus on the one main thing that we had in common across the board. I focused on being human and nothing else. For a while, everything was going great, and we were striving, and we were starting to see change. And change takes work. Change can be challenging and uncomfortable at times. We must work on “change”every single day. Yesterday I set out to change the world. But in the end, the world wasn’t ready for change.
Alexis Y.
03/21/2021
He wandered into the kitchen in a grumpy mood, so blue
Which lasted two seconds when he saw the friendly hue
Of twenty-one month old Derrick and grinning doggie too
No one could stay grouchy looking at smiles of these two
Their natural smiles lit up the kitchen in every direction.
Grandpa felt loved, and cherished, they exuded perfection.
He put Derrick on his lap for a second, but then had a recollection
At this age, he would rather maneuver, and eat some confection.
So he gave the child a sucker, and watched him and the dog play.
It turned into the most delightful ever Happy New Year’s Eve Day.
He remembered having these kinds of smiles, as he heard the boy say
Gammpa which truly and utterly made his grouchy day go away!
Done with this game of emotional roulette
Been spinning this wheel quite long enough
It's time for some strategy in this old hat routine
And your cold heart needs a bit of tough love
Go on, browse my silent moves all you want
I'll take your guilty conscience for a little spin
This heart's been hurt once too many times
But it's a sure bet I won't be giving in
The result may be an outcome unexpected
With tables turned, I'll be calling the shots
In dignifying my self-worth and self-respect
Perhaps you'll be speechless, even shocked
A loving transformation is about to birth
And this cry baby ain't shedding no tears no more!
Through the pain, she has gained perspective
And her outlook will soon be restored
September 1, 2020
@katladyt_
Zom zon zombie gonna get you
Cull your body and eat your insides
Turn you into one of them
Monster of the night
Demon of the flesh
Not of the Christian world
Belonging to the night
All from the ***********
It was different from other viruses
The incubating zombie virus
Good God, glorious gain — Godspeed!
10/22/2019
(not for contest)
galvanic - breathtaking
What if life was different and the rules remade,
I dare say injury would even turn on the blade.
Countless wishes were granted and others made untrue.
That once was green was now made blue.
How lucky I should be, were things made so.
Now, I simply turn away and let them go.
Things and people, goals and dreams,
they are all dying as I flush them down the stream.
In lesser evil times I wouldn't be so mean,
but the crown of selfishness has proclaimed me its queen.
Queen over lovers, Queen over lives,
Queen over covers, Queen over knives.
If she wasn't me, I could be good,
but Darling, please know; it doesn't mean that I would.
Your love is what the half-empty and amorous seek,
but I run away from it because it makes me weak.
What if life was different and all the rules remade,
I would stop living in my well-known kingdom of shade.
Our wishes would be granted and our lies made untrue,
That once was lonely would now be with you.
Homes broken, futures stolen
Lives shattered
Children, men and women forsaken
Beauties and cuties battered
Family members scattered
Matrimonial vows broken
Values down watered
Untruths spoken
Wedding and kitchen party celebrations forgotten
Tempers raised, minds crazed
Intransigence and insolence gotten
Sorrows grazed, sanity and sobriety erased
Divorce legal proceedings pursued
Bad blood contemplated
Acrimony and recrimination ensued
In score setting scenes dilated and inflated
Dark thoughts entertained
Anger drawn, thrown and grown upfront
Malice maggots maintained
Ego-tripping agenda pushed to the front alongside affront
Courtship days and sweet nothings uttered-a distant memory
As spouses spar with sharp swords
Weapons of mutual unleashed from the matrimonial armoury
While spouses with daggers drawn scowl like ill tempered toads
Prompting church leaders with mouths agape
To stare in horror at the shambolic charade
Playing out without a sensible route escape
Leaving a rueful responsibility to a disappointed dad.
Catching sight of unwanted reflection
through my eyes I observe my murky mind
lifeless, inactive, defying action
just a blank canvas, raw, pure, unrefined,
desire to inject substantial color
inspired pastels to brighten the darkness
eyes opaque though restrict light, much duller
impulses, brain requesting less Starkness,
my poor mind is without shape or structure
until my thoughts turn to the one I love
blissful images, colorful picture
changing this abyss, no more mourning dove,
she changes my thinking without restraints
such beautiful colors my mind she paints.
G-ame changer in life
I-s an important factor;
E-lement of success shows no mistake, fault or error.
T-hank God for the game changer,
I-n improving the current activity;
M-eet the highest standard,
O-n the fourteenth of February.
S-ignificant way is introduced,
A-s you eventually emerge winner;
N-ewly presented ingredient is known as the game changer.
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