A thundering heartbeat
echoes from the garage to
the stadium.
An subterranean rumble ignites
the quiet arena floor,
As radioactive currents course
through the waiting veins,
Unleashing a fierce,
tempestuous wave of
symphonic thunder.
They transform the mundane
into the fiercely monumental,
Weaving unyielding, anthemic
battle cries from raw
vulnerability.
The percussion strikes like a
sudden, electric lightning bolt,
While the vocals soar into the
stratosphere, cloud- split sky,
Challenging the internal,
shadowy demons that haunt the
mind.
Believers rise from ashes of
their broken, fractured paths,
Bound together by a
triumphant, golden thread of
sonic gold.
This is the majestic,
unstoppable roar of modern
giants,
Stamping their timeless,
permanent footprint into
musical history.
‘m scared of the love
the love screaming ‘you’re mine’
love not conquering my heart
but controlling all there is of me
‘m breaking my silence barriers now
losing for once
my haunted demons winning big
when I say, I choose to
to stand as a misunderstood Woman
letting go of what she deserves
to stand corrected from Man’s Ego
Within the depths of my soul
Lies unbearable pain
The type of pain no one would want to feel
Plus, this heart of mine carries a heavy load
That at times, I just want to explode
What can I do?
But cry uncontrollably
Until my tears become a sea
There's nothing I would not do
Than to rise again
And turn back the hands of time
When I was full of life
Still, I don't understand why
I'm not the same person I used to be
Back in the days when I was firm and strong
And completely stress-free
How I remember those times
Walking with my head held high
Now, in this day and age
All I do is keep my head down
Drown in self-pity and give in to sadness
It seems like a never-ending cycle
But despite the suffering I face on a daily basis
I will fight until I conquer and rise again.
give up the fight
and God’s light seek
delighting heart
If Harold had spied with his little eye
the arrow flying his way
at the Battle of Hastings in 1066
the English may have won the day
but the French bastard William the Norman
prevailed and won the upper hand
to conquer the last Anglo-Saxon king
of this green and pleasant land
when King Henry V led his army of archers from Wales
at the Battle of Agincourt in 1415
in revenge the English to the French did bid 'Adieu'
which began the tales
longbowmen were first to finger the V-sign 'pluck yew'
but it's merely a myth it's not true
Where am I going in such a rush?
to a pit in the ground
full of dust and maggots
Why is my fury so quickly aroused?
~ The destination of man is but the worm
You put me in a box—
'Cause that’s what makes you comfortable.
You put me in a box—
'Cause that’s what makes you strong.
You put me in a box
And tell me
That’s where I belong.
You put me in a box
To keep me
Contained.
Controlled.
You put me in a box
To strip away my soul.
You put me in a box
And seal it up tight.
You put me in a box
And think I won’t fight—
I’ll just curl up and quit.
But that’s not what you’ll get.
I don’t give a s***
How strong your box is.
I’m stronger.
Last longer.
Will conquer—
Your box.
Your rules.
Your sad expectations.
Imposed limitations.
No negotiations.
You’ll need a coffin
To keep me down and silent.
Because I’m all in.
Ain’t gonna fall in.
Gonna fight.
Get violent.
Damn your box.
G-ood
L-ife
E-mbraces
N-ew
D-ays
A-bout
C-herished
O-pportunities,
L-etting
L-ively
A-ctions
D-efeat
O-bstacles
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Monocrostic (Birthday of Glenda A. Collado)
ideal of opulence in the flesh called human
harboring a false sense of control and power
listening to voices you claim as your own
cynical laughter with mouths that spew arrogance
no regards for the blood shed to advance hierarchies
tyrannical systems smitten to hinder harm control
disparaging games with malice of life's spectrum
keeping most in a survivor unconsciousness
barrier resources disguise as community programs
traumatized disabled criminalized harmed violated
those who questioned complained about human rights
which played a major role in worldwide low vibrations
distracted from healing emotional balance of ancestral
self healing self love is the catalyst for love thy neighbors
love is the true frequency for freedom unity is the true rebellion
we are here we are rising we are disrupting
united we love united we fight
There are women who ignite the desire to conquer and enjoy their beauty,
But she envelops you with a mystery that urges you to slowly lose yourself under her deep gaze,
Her eyes are whirlpools that draw you into an abyss where time stops like a forgotten dream,
It is not a mere call of the senses, but a painting in shades of melancholy and longing,
Her gaze is an old song, a story told by stars in nights of light and darkness,
Under her spell, you feel like a leaf carried by the wind, a soul unraveling in silk,
It is not the desire to conquer her, but a slow dance of souls meeting without words,
In that moment, you feel embraced by a sweet and eternal tranquility, like a warm wave,
In her presence, you are nothing but a wanderer wishing to lose himself in her endless beauty.
Wake up!
The voices in my head keep screaming
Open your eyes
The voices keeps echoing
Always waking me up
Whenever life hits me down
From the mountain top
Down to the depths of the valley.
Look up!
The voices keeps yelling like I'm in the well
You miss a lot of blessings, when looking down
Look up!!
So you can climb that mountain ahead of you
Time and focus is all you need to get there
There's a lot to enjoy at the mountain top, if you conquer.
Keep going, no matter what!
The voices in my head, keeps saying relentlessly
If it's humanly possible
It's possible for you, only if you keep going
Stay on it until you manifest it, it's the law of nature
Tap tap tap tap... Until you've receive
The voices keeps hollering in my head and mind.
Ahead a trail that stretches with his finish line unseen,
at the start he ponders what this one will mean,
this obstacle will be like no other he thought,
an obstacle different than everything he's fought,
cool crisp morning air fills his lung,
pistol raises, the starting chime has rung,
months of discipline has lead him here,
even the thought of loss isnt severe,
content the journey was the path to the start,
this trail, this obstacle will be the final part,
cloud of orange dust left at the beginning,
a pack of runners begins thinning,
weaving through Utah's canyon,
traverse to reveal the true champion,
his stride and breathing has reached the maximus,
by endurance we conquer - Fortitudine Vincimus,
ahead the finish line still unseen,
but now he knows what this will all mean.
For my good friend Matt, Ultra marathon runner. May you let no obstacles get in way of your mission!
A new dawn breaks, with promise bright,
For girls educated, to claim their rights.
They'll rise and shine, with purpose clear,
To shape the world, and conquer fear.
The dawn of a new era, a glorious sight,
Where girls will flourish, in knowledge and light.
Their voices were heard, their talents known,
A future brighter, than we've ever known.
Herself She Will Save
She Is Brave
Thrive Under Pressure
She Will Not Cave
Her Demons Faced Unafraid
SHE IS ME, I SHANT BE TAMED
Man O’ Man can’t conquer the mother!
Hitherto, the quoth be gather.
To the havoc, thy avarice, foment;
The virulence is a channel of chastisement.
Man O’ Man can’t conquer the mother!
Hitherto, the quoth be gather.
The virulence is evil of discrete; say vox populi.
Is this matter fit to greet; nay Mehdi.
Man O’ Man can’t conquer the mother!
Hitherto, the quoth be gather.
Ipso facto, there will be a Jenner;
But the limbo, thence, ratifies the beginner.
Man O’ Man can’t conquer the mother!
Hitherto, the quoth be gather.
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