Goodness is good is for who
Goodness is framed only for few
Good is never as common
Goodness in good always woven
Good for one bad for another
Food for one poison for another
Intention of many towards good
May even see other's blood
Commonness in good is foollishness
Selfishness in good is smartness
Innocence in good sees own blood
Good friday is good for who
What sad fate does all of these celebrities likely have in common?
Aaliyah
Aaron Hernandez
Abraham Lincoln
Amy Winehouse
Anna Nicole Smith
Bob Marley
Brandon Lee
Brittany Murphy
Bruce Lee
Buddy Holly
Christopher Wallace - Notorious B.I.G.
Elvis Presley
Frank Zappa
George Washington
Gianni Versace
Grace Kelly
Heath Ledger
Jeffrey Epstein
Jim Morrison
Jimi Hendrix
Joan Rivers
John F. Kennedy
John F. Kennedy, Jr.
John Lennon
John Todd
King Leopold II of Austria
Kobe Bryant
Kurt Cobain
Lee Harvey Oswald
Lou Reed
Malcolm X
Marilyn Monroe
Martin Luther King Jr
Michael Jackson
Otis Redding
Paul Walker
Pope John Paul I
Prince
Princess Diana
Ritchie Valens
Robert F. Kennedy
Robin Williams
Sam Cooke
Seth Rich
Stanley Kubrick
The Big Bopper
Tupac Shakur
Vince Foster
Whitney Houston
XXXTentacion
A story about a poet, his girlfriend and their pretty complicated relationship (I)
Kurtistani; aab, cddceec, ffb
You say, we both have a lot in common.
You read such commonness as a good omen,
a sure sign of happiness ahead.
It's true, we have a lot alike, my dear:
impermanence, caducity, frailty,
fatality, ephemerality
and emptiness that goes beyond a mere
interpretation, boredom, tiredness,
non-alcoholic beverages, chess,
severe sleeplessness and mortal fear.
We split as well the adjectives, for sure:
young, adolescent, adult and mature,
old, bald, ill, lonesome, demented, dead.
Trees of thickets display different attributes,
the commonness is the cool shade they spread,
and their branches cradle all the birds’ nests.
Flowers frame diverse shapes and colors,
the hidden nectar is the common essence.
All are beautiful, external definition they acquire.
The splendor of the dawning horizon we share,
and immerse in the universal gleam of twilight.
The enveloping air we breathe in equal freedom,
the nights fall with identical darkness on us,
from the stardust we get our fraction of silver.
We’re born equal, imposed definition we acquire.
Evolution drove the diversity in the living,
sculpted the different ethnic landscapes.
We’re not defined by languages and life styles,
our skin may be of different colors and hues,
but we’re all humans with crimson hearts
that pain in agony, rejoice in ecstasy, equally.
Divine essence configures the realm of our soul,
we're not defined by the contrived contours.
December 28, 2018
For Brian Strand's Contest : All Yours (March 3)
You know what I have never done?
A scandal!
Never have I twirled in another man's arms
Never have I kissed the handsome stranger
Never have I let myself go to the rich man.
Isn't it wondrous,
The curves of a woman are like clandestine valleys
Each discovered by a new wanderer
Like carvings on a sturdy rock
Chiseled, memory by memory.
Am I allowed to tremble?
Or shudder in an induced fear?
The sins of a brazen woman
Are to be purged by the Amazon,
It is but the common man
Who shreds his commonness
And enslaves the Goddesses.
The pieces of you which you have quietly shoved up the closet
Are rattling like the strong breeze has hit them
The storm of a new day.
Tears unshed before, fall now
The distance ahead, shrunk to an end
Memories are spared for us to keep
Time continues, even at our standstill
Years spent, succumb to a day.
Our last paper, joying our spirits
Together we wrote; each his own
The moment a speciality, faded into seriousness
A room filled with relief, not ready to relieve
The future is bound, the past is profound.
Walking away from the building, once detested
A struggled step, not a leap
No matter our differences, our commonness are intertwined
The regrets we have, are that of knowing
The base we had, cherished more considering the unknown.
Friends that motivated our wake, promise to stay
Lightly are their words taken, the truth we have seen
Gratitude owed, to all those who held us up
Chapters written, a glory unmatched
As our grasps meet once more, finality taints the romance.
Life begins again, with responsibilities anew
The crossroads met, our respective pursuits acknowledged
A farewell granting us solace, to a well-traveled journey
Love found, lost to a depart
Our childhood glides away; independence, comes to stay.
Ten men in all
They formed his crew
Some were short
And some were tall
Half were on the left
Half on the right
Working together
They were tight
Padded for protection
Helmeted for safety
Robed in commonness
They were shielded to win
Two of them were short
And stayed off to the side of the others
Wide with girth
They were there to support
Six were average
They stayed in the middle
Performing their tasks
Daily without umbrage
The last of the ten
Not tall nor short
Were the last to join in
Preferring the group to remain open
Each of them worn
Battled scarred and bruised
Their resolve apparent
Through the flesh that was torn
Some still stood straight
While others leaned to the side
Each had serviced this world
With both love and hate
Strong and proud
Those ten could not be separated
Till their last living breath
To their service others bowed
Right and left
Short and tall
A lifetime of service
Free from bereft?
~Ijm Uhl~
"Let us talk alone for our morning meal. I'm not so BahhhD really. We are not the same you and I. We have a commonness between us. Which makes us seem familiar. Are we all sheep like they say we are? If you are so unique, then why do you follow the herd? Are we all the same? Why do you believe in liars? You are all sheep. Your shepherd leads you to the slaughter while protecting you from the wolves."
"Bahhhh Bahhhh Bahhhh"
Mary had a little lamb,
Little Bo Peep lost them,
Call me a Black Sheep, I am,
Thinking out of the box may cost them.
Rolling on the floor laughing,
Laughing out loud,
Why am I standing here gaffing,
I must catch back up to the crowd.
I remember one that seemed tasty,
I think I'll have it for lunch,
A Black Sheep with fangs may appear crazy,
I'm merely a wolf in sheep's clothing on the hunt!
Ten men in all
They formed his crew
Some were short
And some were tall
Half were on the left
Half on the right
Working together
They were tight
Padded for protection
Helmeted for safety
Robed in commonness
They were shielded to win
Two of them were short
And stayed to the side of the others
Wide with girth
They were there to support
Six were average
They stayed in the middle
Performing their tasks
Daily without umbrage
The last of the ten
Not tall nor short
Were the last to join in
Preferring the group to remain open
Each of them worn
Battle scarred and bruised
Their resolve apparent
Through the flesh that was torn
Some still stood straight
While the others leaned to the side
Each had service this world
With both love and hate
Strong and proud
Those ten could not be separated
Till their last living breath
To their service others bowed
Right and left
Short and tall
A lifetime of service
Free from bereft?
Free verse/ Lyric
Places of mediocrity
Levels of ordinary,
Commonness
Seems easy to resist
Its exceptionalism
I am exceptional
Not limited by statistics
Not settling for less
Not excepting your perception of me
Try putting me in a box
I’m coming out
Like Diana Ross
Like a class at recess
I’ll be running for the door
I’m coming to make money
And a better life
So be it
I am your fight
I’m bout that living
While reminiscing,
And planning to be seen different…
What was once my own
Has changed as I have grown
Knowing things that weren’t previously known
Much of which the rest won’t condone
So many times have I too fallen
For so many of my actions were gulling
But deep down inside there was this constant gnawing
And it was God opening up my heart to His Calling
Such a commonness to it all
For life is a very long haul
But always in the distance I would hear His Call
Then I would feel Him picking me up from my fall
I would tell others about His amazing Way
But so many don’t care what I have to say
It’s for all of them that each day I kneel down and pray
That they too will hear from the Lord today
This change doesn’t just happen over night
It will be a constant battle and an uphill fight
But if you keep Jesus always and forever in your sight
Upon You He will shed His Light
VIEWPOINT
What’s mine is mine
What’s yours is yours
Too much trouble to look beyond
My own backyard
Safety in staying at home
Within my own circle of neighborhood friends
What a loss~
There is no gain
When I am fenced in
A prisoner of my own choosing
To know so little
To see only a tiny piece
Of the whole earthly design
What gain~
To open my eyes and see
The awesome and infinite variety
Of you and me
To appreciate your view
To see our commonness
And celebrate our uniqueness
To openly share
Thus learning to care
To understand one anothers struggles
And feel the others pain
To hold your hand
And touch your heart
mja
Falling falling falling
I fell with a deep scornful laughter
Ha! ha!! ha!!!
Thundering still flattering ominously
Out of my buccal cavity
Like I never did
The spirit lives on
9/4/09...B'day
Broken heart filled with no remorse
A man get his weaknesses and flaws revealed
Exposed at times
Too weak for a word
A second like eternity lingering forever
Patience, screaming,wailing,clapping
Chattering,slapping,bickering,tearing
Falling,stooling,sleepwalking and falling
I indeed made a broad way show on my 32"mm
Although not too proud of it
As strong as I'm
I fell. To the recklessness and commonness of every youth
Wasting in the street
Big fat round amber bottles
With her bitter poisonous content
Walking path,
Human.
Same realm,
Yet ,
Two genders,
Bodily form remain true in the Creator's Hand.
Nevertheless,
Heart breaks the boundaries,
Commonness.
Deja Vu lives,
But,
The soul adds spice of exceptional being.
Spirit choice the predestine road of extraordinary,
Or simply,
Living in the norm of things.
That leading's struggle, scened mundane
in day to day, coerced restrain,
I hold my ground, as if to claim
thy own indenture, in remain
as force for good, by God's proclaim.
And to my soul, a living seine
that pulls some justice to domain
of livelihood, seditious, main.
I trust my effort, not of gain,
but in thee truth, unselfish strain.
Some quality, convincing, plain
that commonness in worth's attain -
resultant, but from rigor's aim.
Consorting not, with bribery's feign,
that brings to wit, some covets name.
In prayer with thee, I ask as though
a personable bask would leave me vain,
and perish of console's adjust,
as hope in wonder could explain,
obliterating wronged of us!
The Lord, His answer be acclaim -
ennobling ...as the winds of thrust!
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