?Something's burning in my chest
?Like a river of fiery larva
?It's the ocean of savaging doubts
?A faltering in which my thoughts dwell
?
?My bed is a deck of remembrance
?My heart, a wave of many memories
?Lost in the storms of what could've been
?Left with the choice of what's to come
?
?A fragile heart, a heavy soul
?Weighed down by the weight of vice
?The fire burns, the flames rise high
?A reflection of blood shed by my soul
?
?The ghosts of good old past
?Haunt me, with forever to stay
?I seek a glimmer, a thin bit of hope
?Even a strength of many coalitions
?
?I'm searching for a lifeline
?A beacon in the dark
?A guide against my raging err
?A command of peace to my troubled waters
setting sun, aurora
links between past and present
future time bridge-poem
All men are created equal
All men are women in the womb
With babies born inside their minds
Delivered in flight by penguin equity
All women are men with inverted appendages
Who have pronouns instead of names
Amazon drops off packages at their doorsteps
On purpose, special deliveries
At the end of the flat Earth streets
No matter what gender you are
You are a pregnant superstar
Companies come in the morning to give birth
Not to Jesus but to rainbow coalitions
On the condition that you step outside yourself
Follow them to a world of fluffy stuff
Full of marshmallows, unicorns and Oreo cookies
Oreo says, “Transgenders exist”
A cookie fixation, that’s the fix
Steeped in power, keeping the clouds at bay
Vanilla is a way to stay happy happy joy joy
Everyone comes in one size, supersize
One must keep an open mind to be woke
One must wake up first to be Woke
A condition that has no cure at first
Until someone gives birth on the sly
Not knowing who or why
THE RESOLUTION - Elex Williams
New year, new transitions
A whole new edition
Full of new propositions
Forming of old and new coalitions
Some are prosperous
But others are just us wishin'
New standards and requisitions
Resurrections of retired ambitions
Staring over the horizons
At seemingly impossible inquisitions
Pressed the reset button on all competition
The incredible “what ifs...”
That haunted last year's missions
Here we go again with that same old tradition
Selling ourselves short without proper commission
But only in a new rendition
Putting ourselves into suspicion
Time to alleviate the superstitions
Faith is a part of our addition
Mental wholeness and nutrition
Putting doubts and sins into remission
And with your permission
I'd like to conclude this intermission
By hoping that what I wrote can help support intuitions
And I pray that many of our dreams come into fruition.
Once again, we are blessed to be back in this position...
Father's Day
Every day is Father's Day
Dad grew old and frail in natural order we fear
War and age created gaps in time, holes in reason
Added to detraction's on his decline
Generations formed coalitions without permission
Things come into existence for a time
We are the children by him and by his side
Who grew, arms and legs, solid foundations
Creation, with other supports, sometimes failed
We grew our own gaps, holes in reason, ways to end
By digging in the wrong direction
Then, hung with vigilance, understanding, change
Clinging to hope like virgins in May
Waiting for what may come our way
Dad survives purely on love in poor health
Between you and me, he feels the power
We are his children, his pillars of support
No matter what the pain or cost
Old, collapsed, an ancient structure
Falling our way one last time
We catch and hold him up in honor
As pillars on either side to do just that
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