Truth spoken is still truth,
No matter how long it takes, once spoken!
Trust broken is still broke,
No matter how long it takes, once broken!
Shàngó!
Where are your fiery eyes,
that spit fear into burning coal,
that blaze with warmth and glow,
a conflagrator dancing with flames?
Who dares invoke your name in sin,
and not have their tongue seared?
You summon thunder as a hound to hunt,
their wealth and souls it strikes at once,
swift as lightning no man can withstand.
You are a god with no patience,
a judge whose verdict is fire.
The guilty inherit their own shame,
terror grips their trembling mates,
till their fear spills water from their bladder.
Shàngó!
The king who hung himself–yet none dare say so.
Your name alone bends foes of Dàda,
your gentle, effeminate brother,
subduing armies without a clash,
a king great in life, even greater in death.
Your words are clothed in flame,
your breath consumes in thousands.
No scroll could ever disguise your greatness,
no fool could scorn your name
and escape the storm of your wrath.
And now, O thunderous king, hear me:
Unleash your fire on all my foes.
Shatter them into smouldering dust,
burn them in your raging inferno,
heap grief upon grief, lament on lament—
O king whose hanging none dare declare.
a double dog dare
why would anyone take it
a risk to their life
yet some people will
just because it is a dare
showing their brain cells
A warning to possession.
To the demons chancing claim of skin: I dare you to take this body, and dare you to take this mind.
Better yet, I beg of you, to claim each for a ride.
Would you like to suffer reason?
Suffer sound of self each second?
Or rather suffer thoughtless sense,
Even you could not have reckoned?
I bare your sense to be.
Aware to some degree.
While others often fail to see,
There's more to their own glee.
Which host would you endure?
A former or a latter?
If not of thought you would prefer,
Ignore me and my matter.
"I can stand any ride at the fair,"
said my brother, so he took my dare.
He rode on the Comet,
and then he hurled vomit
stuck disgustingly in his date's hair.
I met ANGIE in a bar where grief drank quiet,
where HONKY TONK WOMEN spilled perfume and regret.
She moved like WILD HORSES with nowhere left to run—
said, “I’m safer UNDER MY THUMB than out in the open.”
She kissed like a dare and left like smoke.
On RUBY TUESDAY, she vanished into rain,
murmuring, “YOU CAN’T ALWAYS GET WHAT YOU WANT,”
and I didn’t even try to stop her.
She used to laugh when we lost at TUMBLIN DICE,
but the last time she smiled, she was already gone.
I tried to PAINT IT BLACK, but some songs keep bleeding.
The Rolling Stones still hum behind my ribs.
Every track she touched skips now—
her chorus etched in static.
She didn’t take her coat,
just the part of me that knew how to stay warm.
Dare poke the bear, rattle the cage,
Time will slink away to shun you.
For the fight is more rant than rage.
Dare poke the bear!
Friends will cringe and flinch at your blew.
Ignoring pleas from wise old sage,
You've bitten more than you can chew.
So let the swing and swipe in cage.
Suffice to quell your hoodoo brew,
Before it poisons all on stage.
Dare poke the bear!
J=Juniper berry oil for hair,
U=Urinary health wellness care.
N=Natural detoxifier if I dare,
I=Improving circulation with a prayer.
P=Promoting healthy aging is what I need,
E=Evergreen small shrub I will plant and feed.
R=Reducing skin irritation so I do not bleed.
I pressed my body
into gravel and oil,
the earth shuddered
like it knew my name.
Wind tore at my hair—
hot metal screamed above me,
the stink of burnt grease
and fear beside me.
Too late, I thought
of low-hung hoses,
of chains and things that could
pluck me straight out of the world.
I held my breath,
as if air alone might lift me
into the dreadful underside of things.
And the train— God, the train!—
roared on without mercy, gaining speed,
while I became smaller
than my own fear,
flatter than my pulse
beating against the gravel.
And in that grinding forever,
I wished I hadn’t been so brave,
hadn’t laid my young life down
for nothing more than a dare.
I wanted my mother.
I wanted out.
But all I could do
was keep still and pray
the sky would come back.
The train at last was gone
and I unscathed,
so I popped up like
jack-in-the-box
and scared the daylights
out of my friends,
laughing and triumphant
and unnerved
at what I’d done without thinking,
and wondered if I’d be more careful
next time.
Sit with me
If you dare to partake
Delicacies suited for a king
Uncomposed melodies
that compel the heart to sing
Rays of the sun
wrestled from the sky
Secrets of wise men
upon whom I dared to spy
The moist anticipation
purchased from dreamers
with bated breath
Renewed energy reclaimed
after a moment of rest
The sweetness of honey
gifted by the bees
The gentle power of the forest
as trees chasing a summer breeze
If you dare to partake
Then sit with me
I didn’t ask you to come.
You came anyway--
like sympathy could scrub
the blood off my breath.
Don’t you see?
My grief is mine.
You’re holding tissues
like they matter.
You’re speaking
like you understand.
You don’t.
Not the burn. Not the echo.
Let me fall.
Let me break and
crawl through it--
I need the splinters
to feel like proof
that I was touched at all.
And yet,
if you leave now
I will hate you
more
than I already hate
everything else.
As the evening was turning to night
The sun had already set
10:00 pm being time to sleep
There was no counting of sheep
My eyes began to get heavy
Trying to fight it
Sandman won
A dream started the stage
It was totally amazed
Through the illusion
Survival or Death in the air
Turbulence quarters
Danger and warning surrounding
I was aboard a passenger plane
Why I was on the plane will remain
Unknown destination
We encountered a violent storm
Pouring rain and flashes of lightning with Thunder
The plane tries to go above
Then drops
The plane started to shake
The Captain announced “BUCKLE UP”
Suddenly the plane did a nose dive in a quick motion
I remember seeing an ocean
It was faster and faster
Immediately, the plane got back up in the air
Suddenly I woke up from the dream
I survived
Dream of reality
The possibilities
Against all odds
Nightmare
Troubled mind
Dare to dream
Dare open the files
The story of my whole life
That job is for God
This year for an anniversary gift
I gave my wife, with no little courage,
a check for a permanent facelift.
Exploding in rage and shouting,
she said a check was insulting,
her voice muffled in her cleavage.
God bless you all..Its now the time to stand tall.' Despite
The manufactured night.' A fog of disinformation and
Falseness to your 'left and right?' I know of the group called
One nation.' Watched its action (without words) at the
Online harms bill invocation.!! BEWARE AUSTRALIA I CALL
BEWARE.!! Check all the options.' For there are those who
Care my instinct is with Bosi, because of the word of
Prophesy..Maybe I am a (false one?) Self deception is quite easy'
All I can advise is think of our recent past? Of the deaths
And injurys I don't know where 'one nation' stood so I must
Ask.?? 44 years away is the cause of this pass.! Yet I stand
With you' pray for you! invoke of God for the blast.! On the
Trumpet of truth' on the harp.. Let freedoms notes, counter
The falsness, the un-fairness any lingering false hopes.'
Be unyeilding as our landscape' let your hearts burn hot..
As hot as our sun.! I prophsey God send those two angel
Legions that in Canada saw your will done.' Who are the
(Men and women.?) Who you beleive hold onto Christ.!
And who are standing for election.? No matter their party
Get behind them is my (true blue advice,!)
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