The secret garden
with flowers of the wilderness
shall ignite with vibrance
amongst the weeds.
Soft petals dance with chaos
and I'm the boldest.
Spotlight on me,
a cacophony of laughter,
a splash of colour
against the grey.
I am shattered,
while vigorous,
yet the last one dancing
under a broken sky.
Where my ideas spiral
like rust shaded autumn leaves,
Whirling…Twisting
within the gusts of my mind
struggling against the currents of despair.
I wear my pain like a crown of thorns,
each sting a reminder
of battles fought.
The ripples of my laughter
mask the screams
hiding the shadows,
lurking within
the weight of my illness -
heavy yet so well-known,
A ghost I’ve learnt to dance with.
In this garden,
I shed my layers.
The world recedes and I am myself -
a girl with tears
who proclaims delight
and sorrow.
One who waltzes through the madness,
embracing chaos that completes me.
In the crudeness,
I shall find my truth.
Eve listened to the evil feelings and thoughts in her heart.
Adam heard her hissing, as though, conscience tearing apart.
Arrogance-filled waywardness shined in the form of Apple.
Against their pride, the Almighty's love was seen to grapple.
Did the core conscience of Cain convince him to kill Abel?
Crimes and crudeness like one's flesh and blood became integral.
Suicide, homicide, and witchcraft continued like chains.
Under kings and emperors, humans were in endless pains.
Could Moses, Aaron, or Miriam save Yahweh's people?
Could saints and prophets of endless ages end every evil?
Who must win when humans and men fight for a bit of bread?
Why should humans fighting against humans find themselves dead?
Goodness failed. Evils won. Virtues lost wars against vices.
Existence shrank into contradictions and compromises.
Oh, fathers of our forefathers
Would that we could draw from—
Your ever-flowing wellspring of wisdom.
In your footsteps peace would reign
With days serene and night long and calm.
Fathers of our forefathers
Your bravery and courage knows no equal
How did you blend muse and diplomacy?
At times, I wonder
What might have been had we been you.
Fathers of our forefathers
Even in our our modern prime, your legacy
Casts a shadow miles beyond our own—
How you made your way through shackles;
How you talked your way to independence
Fathers of our forefathers
A long talk with you sometimes I crave
Perhaps history did not reach us enough
For it is evident that in your crudeness
Rather than our modernity, you found eternal happiness.
Sighing is one of life’s simpler pleasures
So often taken for granted, it appears,
It replaces many less desirable measures.
For example, learning a bill is in arrears
One can merely sigh and lay the matter aside,
So often taken for granted, it appears.
Another example, hearing a remark so snide
Showing boredom at such crass rudeness,
One can merely sigh and lay the matter aside.
Sighing also reflects relief from crudeness
A way of scarcely noticing, then turning away
Showing boredom at such crass rudeness.
Experts say, physically, sighing is a body’s way
Of taking in more oxygen in a time of need,
A way of scarcely noticing, then turning away.
Not like when one noticeably starts to bleed
Sighing is one of life’s simpler pleasures
Of taking in more oxygen in a time of need
It replaces many less desirable measures.
Written December 6, 2022
[posted prematurely as a Terza Rima,
so I edited, re-classified and reposted]
Revised December 6, 2022
Piles of garbage; sounds of carnage they motion
Blurry images of malnourished children
Struggling for breath and bread
They evince; the struggles as we grow
-of how we ourselves are adversaries to our improvement, a hated compliment;
Of our lust for not the future but the moment
In bold they write
headlines with demeaning adjectives
that best describe our tribe - negros
A continent taken as just a nation
With a bunch of foolish souls
With primeval irrationality, flagrant corrupt officials:
Followers of a God that is partial.
What they will never show
Is the hope and courage dancing
In those malaria eyes
The trueness in our loose ties
They won't write,
Stories of how our crudeness
Made them their goodness
Of us being their reservoir
A training ground for their geniuses —
Perfect confirmation of their guises.
Will they ever have those eyes?
Those that see us as civilized humans
Minding our own business.
Be the beauty that dwell to spread,
For all to share colorful moments.
Be the cheers that spring to yield,
Good laughter to birth inner peace.
Let crudeness not teach beauty's value,
Like darkness preaches light's worth.
Let melancholy not bury cheers' birth,
Like sunlight helps seeds germinate anew.
May all you crave for not be like shadow,
Unto your table as the daily bread.
May the blessings that will be bestow
On you, be the ones you really need.
This day of the year; many happy return,
Shall accompany you in His presence.
Through days and nights commitments,
Which shall make you enjoy great upturn.
Congratulations on this day, dear brother
Your wish is not meant to make you bother
Best wishes on this day. Oh grace!
Define redress power to foster pace
You're the best with kindest regards.
Make the best out logistically
And like Bayern, play your cards,
Projecting unique docket optimistically.
Up Chelsea with trophy parade in town
Lolz! Down Arsenal with a useless crown
Timileyin, that's for every diehard blue fan
Who ends up with excuse of the ban.
Winks!
How obnoxious is Meghan Markle?
The one who married Royalty, with a
ring that makes a whole room sparkle?
Turns down flowers from her Caucasian
father?
Then makes a video insulting her mother-in-
law, Elizabeth, the Queen, why bother?
Melissa McCarthy, playing the Queen?
She should only have such class.
A foul-mouth, tawdry comedianne, and
Hollywood and the Woke Crowd just laughs
and gives her a loving pass?
To such depravity and grossness, we do
howl right along?
Tell, me do, whatever became of honor
and respect, as crudeness is our new
national song!
I pray both do come to their right mind.
Disrespect for parents in any form is both
ungrateful and most unkind!
8-8-2021
~1~
Commandment Four:
Honor Thy Father and thy Mother
Edited. Apolologies for having her first name spelt wromg!
KUDOS to Tom C for telling me. Thank you,
Marvelousness and hopefulness
Joyousness and faithfulness
Loyalty and serve him wholeheartedly
Puffed upness and insulting and crudeness is not godliness...cussing, in other words, is Satanic honestly...regardless of what others say more or less
Not easily angered - how can I be of righteousness?
Trustworthiness and tranquility go hand in hand
Understand where our airplanes land...understand?
Love your enemies and neighbors as yourself
Love your family and friends as yourself...
Love all and hate no one...
Look up to His son...
Always.
My excuse, Lord, my thought's erase
in crudeness from a beauties chase
the aftermath, encounters lace
are pigeon holes of thought's disgrace!
Oh wile away the time debase
but here within, my effort's trace
become insidious dodging's face
the who and what, continuous race?
Life's undercurrent, needing's aim
the peace of mind, gives heart's rename
to virtues clasp, a holding seine
that separates trash, from its proclaim!
Infiltrate mine, avoid all shame
Oh moment's crash, is lewdness vein!
Are times really getting better with race and nationality?
Is there ignorance in color with unwarranted rationality?
My hope is that yes, we have tried to come to understand,
just because you’re white doesn’t mean you have the upper hand.
Attacks on personal preference of what music you enjoy,
or choosing based on race who you wish to employ.
We are all created out of love and should live in harmony,
living in a world where there is complete equality.
I don’t think there is a dominant color of more importance,
and we should concentrate on whether we live in competence.
Some fear other races due to crudeness and ineptitude,
or just plain being unfamiliar with culture and being rude.
To me the color white is just a skin color that is worn,
we should all show compassion for the race that we were born.
January 16th, 2018
Through hell and blows by the hammer of life
you bounced back
Nothing will undo you again
only make you stronger and more whole
Easy street poster child
Hype's the bluffers decoy by those who haven't lived
Blindfolded in their self-deception
They remain juvenile - raw and without form
Caterpillar entombed...... doomed never to crown butterfly
Spared the panel-beater's hammer, they lie idly parked
gathering dirt, rusting and decaying
The hammer's blows iron out our crudeness
and refine us into bright sparkling diamonds for the roles
we star in life, until we are immune to the hammer's slight knocks,
scrapes and scratches - bulletproof
Ebony Love Songs – A Collaboration
We’re not together anymore,
but I still feel you in my heart
every day
the bush-that-doesn’t-burn away.
Ebony love songs, ebony fears
fashioned to survive the years
soulful music laced with tears
cry of love as evening nears.
They don’t believe
we have a human understanding of love
but of a truth,
being separated from you,
my world’s in B Flat.
Where have ebony love songs gone?
Transformed to crudeness, oh so wrong.
Breeding hatred ever strong,
with strangling words that don’t belong.
I howl every night.
Your voice talks to me
in my dreams
as the moon, silver
caresses my sleep.
Luther, Isleys, where are you
with melodies of love so true?
Cruising voices, singing blue,
no other sound as sweet will do
Contest sponsor: James Edward Lee Sr.
Date entered: 11-24-17
Ebony Love Songs
We’re not together anymore,
but I still feel you in my heart
every day
the bush-that-doesn’t-burn away.
Ebony love songs, ebony fears
fashioned to survive the years
soulful music laced with tears
cry of love as evening nears.
They don’t believe
we have a human understanding of love
but of a truth,
being separated from you,
my world’s in B Flat.
Where have ebony love songs gone?
Transformed to crudeness, oh so wrong.
Breeding hatred ever strong,
with strangling words that don’t belong.
I howl every night.
Your voice talks to me
in my dreams
as the moon, silver
caresses my sleep.
Luther, Isleys, where are you
with melodies of love so true?
Cruising voices, singing blue,
no other sound as sweet will do.
11/21/17
I Shall Collaborate With You
Sponsored by: James Edward Lee Sr.
Warm, sticky hands palm off dry, self-centred ground,
Touched by gingerly acclaiming seeds of new-borns:
Ready, willing and eager for the harsh, expecting role,
Supposedly not with any crudeness, brashness or horns;
As we sit in it, my tears embrace his spritely youth,
And I ask for forgiveness for my naive, vigorous misdeed:
He secures me with his smile and instinctive composure,
Such that I no longer trepidatiously have to sweat and bleed;
Permanency fairly permeates my fearful, angered heart:
The hope of someone else to tease the difficult, awkward task;
My failure becomes his promise, and his foundation strong,
So that the demand is no longer a mountainous, rocky ask.
When you yourself cannot conquer the rough terrain,
Your friends and lovers attend to take the strain.
2nd of October 2015
For Alicia Ann Lynch
“I don’t wanna die
I’d rather dance my life away”
~ Prince, “1999” from the album 1999 (1982)
What purpose the celebration of this ritual
Wearing the fears that we face
The better to demonstrate our winning over them
Or the better reason for a party
What purpose the crafting of this message
Depicting the face of the terrorized
The better to make known the fears we must face
Or the better sense of crudeness
What purpose the shooting of this messenger
Firing not being good enough
The better to admit fears too big to face
Or better stick with denial
What purpose the floating of this apology
Passing judgment on a powerful symbol
The better to speed the mob on its witch hunt
Or better be sorry to lose the race
~ Thanks Always Returns
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