First, love hears the bell
before the hand has touched it
dawn before daybreak—
Reactions are quick and sure,
latency's irrelevant.
Later, there's a pause
a brief delay in response,
as both already
know what to say, why, and when
and then, how each one will react
Next maturity
permits an intermission,
hearth-warm brief silences
in the shared conversations,
a time to trust the givens.
Misunderstanding
blooms slowly in known voices—
old maps for new roads
the old answers come too soon,
not from who stands at the door.
So love must relearn
the true art of latency—
to pause—then reply
with enough consistency
to stave off complacency.
In its entirety
Safe keeping's vision
General's, shepherd's in close range
Pressed round horizon!
"Retreat!" The call goes out.
Each, 'at ease', 'lolling'
Inescapably overwhelmed.
Ere caves holed up in.
Beware complacency!
Skyline we all share.
Time's; in what fateful looms up.
Less for can prepare!
I fear many things.
I fear I stay complacent in my own misery.
Time is of the essence,
yet action for change is unattainable
And I speak of change possible for myself,
which is perhaps the most upsetting point to note,
for my limits are set on a glass roof
I fear I will shatter with my feet on the ground.
I fear my own fear.
Freedom isn’t a delicate flower;
It’s the fist that goes through the ground,
the teeth that grind at the chains,
the howl of a wind
that won’t ask for permission.
I refuse to bow to the crumbs of tomorrow,
I won’t let my bones sink into decay,
a shell waiting to grow scraps.
I’ll carve out freedom
from this stubborn rock—
bloody-knuckled and relentless.
Do not tell me that patience is a virtue.
Patience is the poison they peddle
to keep you under control.
Freedom roars. Freedom bares its teeth.
Silence will never hold my name.
There’s a constant hammering
Alongside my bedroom window
Repercussions of a corrupt gutter
The maddening drain
Obstinately and persistently has refused
All rehabilitation efforts
There are no
drip drip drips
Only
Pound Pound Pounds
As water clashes with wood and metal
The clangor must be amplified
By a loudspeaker
To make such minute water drops
Sound like a crazed gongsman
Locked in a metallic chamber with a battle mace
With no distinct pattern
The piercing pattering
Thwack Thwack Thwacks
Proclaiming,
“You will find no peace here!”
And yet
Its constant monotone irritation
Somehow
Lulls me to sleep
Complacency is like a sand timer,
each grain a moment slipping
through, a slow trickle of
potential, filling the void
of inaction, until the last
grain falls, and we
find ourselves in
the stillness,
staring at the
empty glass,
haunted by
the echoes
of time gone,
wondering
where our
dreams
have
fad
ed
My opinion is an option
Their preferences a mandate
Our midpoint an ambiguity
The victory tastes bitter
Only the failure feels better
I then call it an intriguing skin
They name it an awkward scene
The softer tissues on touch
An awful sensation in view
Hearing the rooster roaring
We all deserve no contempt
By integral effort attainable
For every purpose one intends
On the prowess one and all have
Leading all of us complacent
Afterwards evolves serial concerns
The triumph is like a strong poison
What this conquest by me?
The defeat is a solid medicine
Why should I surrender?
I ultimately subdue their sensations
As they intimately soothe my tissues
We share the devotion, not hostility
We act empathic without negligence
And the rooster keeps roaring
i sat down
at a table,
and
i picked
up my
fork.
the fork had
several noodles
with
sauce wrapped tightly
around
it,
but when
i picked
it up,
they slid away
into
the dark abyss.
Because, we have much of it
We will never see its true value
Don't be complacent,
When development will rolls
Aware of fit falls.
It’s been corrupted,
Even the learning systems in normality altered
The Innocence of examinations
Has swerved
Into Guilt of examinations
Exam malpractices everywhere!
Many students have sown the seed of levity
Which has grown into complacency
They, being carefree,
Are shamefully confident
They would cheat to the bull!
Assured their money could in qualms set them free.
Examiners have likewise injured the education routines of our country,
Even WAEC as a body
Of these –
In charge of its structures
They, like an engine that sucks tanks of oil,
So do they take bribes for scripts exchange
And manipulation of grades imputation.
Parents and guardians are fans of students and teachers:
Supporting their children,
And moderating tricks with teachers and examiners.
These exam malfeasances are done throughout:
From the class to external exams offices.
Stars in the sky- I;
No reason to cry- I;
Know my worth – I;
Stand above the earth I
I am more than mere dirt;
I am a traveling energy,
Complacency
I am God particle
I am energy All
In sky I am a star
In the sky I am all
I’m in awe
Stars in the sky- I;
No reason to cry- I;
Know my worth – I;
Stand above the earth I
I am more than mere dirt;
I am a traveling energy,
Complacency
I am that I am ever so comfortable
My life indelible, so incredible I am
7/26/23
Written words James Edward Lee Sr.©2023
Such beauty, only nature could compare
How fair her face, when first she graced my sight
Brown eyes so kind, highlighting flaxen hair
A smile so bright, one thinks of dawn's firstlight
Fate smiled, as we were both caught in love's snare
Entangled hearts immersed to love's delight
Two fools, who both before, had love forsweared
Both blinded by a love that burned too bright
Yet love is like a garden one must tend
Regardless what one thinks, love is not free
Rewarded richly for the time you spend
But dying slowly from complacency
If I should say "I love you" 'neath my breath
For her, my love will linger until death
by Daniel Turner
Pride......and joy?
Pride is thinking that you know too much
Thinking that the love you have is even half enough
It's clinging to honesty as if heard earnestly spoken
Or getting hurt and saying bones and will aren't broken
It's setting aside the friendships that build us up
And giving respect to a thought or reason conveyed with guff
It's separating yourself from the mold yet fitting right in
It's kinda funny though the loser always thinks He wins
Self improvement can only come from understanding another
And standing outside oneself and be true to another
Truthfully I really hate the fact that I'm this flawed
And I wish I could change it all without fear and please our God
But apparently I'm just an instrument of destruction
And my only words at the end of this s h I t will be nothing.....
Composed on the morning of June 6th 2021 By Ryan Feller
In stillness we recognise
That the kundalini rise
To which we were sentient
Was a passing event
The energy stabilised
Magnetic illumination realised
Within the Sushumna
Centred at the Anahata
Celebrated at the Sahasrara
Indeed a divine enigma
And yet
We do regret
Having rested on our laurels
Transfixed by the miracle
For the pranic force
Is the kundalini coarse
There being layers more subtle
Upon which we must get a handle
Kundalini of Atma
And finally of Paramatma
12-August-2020
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