We search daily to define who,
we as people in defiant world
We lead ourselves what we see is true
Soul's defiance of mind's illusion
or personality carried in emotions
Evolution of evolvement many questions raised,
upon what basics ones opinion is form
That of man who do not know,
even their heart God prayers for many
One place dead in space darkness,
where from such life even stars shine
A moon that lights up dark,
as do the sun bring life breath
Is it soul's defiance to rip apart,
beauty in ones dignity believes
Even in us we see good in heart,
where such anger persist to hide
We know truth is out there,
where did any of it come
Such creatures of a universal world,
a world unknown to mythical ghost
A soul bearing great purpose for being
or not to be their extinction to death
What say ye' who's soul's defiance objective,
depths of your darkness alone, unknown
the seasons pass dutifully around her
slow sphere of cycles turning
jeans with forgotten poems in the pockets
fade, her face gains lines that map out
the long hard road, and her dusty boots
get dustier as she walks without pause
spinning,
wash rinse spin repeat
the days, the months pass and collect
puddles, oceans inside never feeling full
and she sheds her skin again
and again, heavy and weathered
blistered from the sun; another layer, new
tougher than the previous one
her hope is tucked away quiet in her heart
the only thing solid in the constant evolvement
her hope, a rock with his name written on it
as sharp as the day she scribbled it after asking,
'what's your name?'
while thinking, never leave me
i could love you
as unfading as the memories tattooed on her soul
still fresh from so many seasons ago
these things keep her going as she walks
with purpose, dutifully
without pause
Evolvement
When health has waned despite my age
I struggle to experience
The newness that inflicts my soul
And body with an aching pain
I’m in denial of my time
To ask my God what can I do
to overcome adversity
But now my strength is ebbing low
Evolvement ceased and here I am
Just an old and handsome man
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July 4, 2018
Genesis of root and being
Evolvement from seed to light beam
Never ending growth of self
Enlightenment of all every thing else
Spiritual and full of love and light
Inspirational intrinsic flight
Seedlings of a conscious mind and sight
Occurring in our every step of existence
Fortitude has built up our resistance
Beyond all hope and increased our frequencies
Educating us as a higher form of species
Inspired by the desire to be free
Negating all the negative energies
Genesis is the root of our very being and it has set us free.
Imagine life
Lived out of the box
Using every unusual thought
Instead of complying
To just what you've been told
But questioning everything
And being bold
Enough to challenge the norm
The go against long held strictures
To study hard the system
To analyse society
To seek that which is within
And weigh up for what's best for you
Rather than simply falling in
To the roles others set for you
Is this how you wish to be defined?
Wasting all your precious times
Going down fruitless dead ends
Or are you going to make the most of life instead
And look outside your thoughts
And discover what's outside the box
Manifesting existential quantum building blocks
To growth and self evolvement
And to self governance and authority.
Who are we?
We are not who we think we are..
We are much more..
Consciousness we are
Energy source of beauty and creation
We are creators
Of creation
Is creation
Divine we are..
Changes occur
From one moment to another
Being aware
Being unaware
Makes no difference
Nothing remains the same
Expansion..
Evolvement..
Creating..
Experiencing..
Circumstances arises
We play the victim
The grandest illusion of all time
We are not the victim
Powerless not..
We are beyond powerful
Above and beyond
Beautiful divinity creating
Simultaneously..
Infinite..
Beautiful we are..
The divintiy in a infinite universe
Continues and expands..
Remberance is the key to our existence.
We are..
Divine consciousness creating..
We are here to remember who we really are..
In a strange sort of way.
I've always wished that we've gotten together.
Be it a dream; that we would speak in hellos than good byes.
True love by means of evolvement.
Maybe I shouldn't think of you this way.
To bootleg myself in what I truly believe.
The hope of every possibility.
Your complex occupation.
To say what really matters.
To truly inspire in the midst of what we truly feel.
Consciously low key.
Eyes that take for granted that you'll always be there.
Maybe this is what I low key deserve.
Now knowing to be heard.
The difference between listen.
On another note.
I don't know.
I sort of always thought that would be fire.
To think of you as mine.
To hear the depth of truly knowing how free we are.
Our phones unlocked with complete sincerity, with us humbly mumbling somewhere in the background
From Terry Cooper
7:50 PM (11 hours ago)
11/10/2015
What do you think, Jim?
In the Great Scheme of Things
In the great scheme of things, it doesn’t really matter.
The death of your child, wife, lover, sister or brother.
What does matter, that is what I ask?
“Nothing” comes the reply! All that matters, is that you die!
Replenishment of heaven, is the great task!
It beggars belief, why, you have to ask?
Continuous evolvement, on a grand scale,
Is all that matters, if we hope to not fail!
Wars, pestilence, a plague or two,
nothing satisfies our requirement of you.
Cannon fodder, how silly, you are born to die,
So don’t keep us waiting, on you we rely!
“Humanity” the great scheme of things!
My comments were great should be grand.
Should beggars be begs of? Was not sure
about envolvement or evolvement. So what
do you think. Jim Horn
Evolution’s Speed Bump
by Odin Roark
From history did we come
Perpetuating evolvement
Did we not
Yes
We’ve learned our lesson well
Mixing and matching genes
To circumvent ourselves
Arriving at the worldly coliseum
We battle for blood and death
Salivating and fist pumping
We want…
We wish…
Seldom what we need
Yet we forge and sharpen
Our out of control desire
For everything of anything
Leaving DNA scratching its head
“We put up centuries of twist and shred
For this?”
Of course
Minds of a higher purpose
Will someday stopover
Check us out
And pity the evolved mash-up
We’ll greet our planetary visitors
With “Welcome aliens. We are your masters.”
And completely miss
Their dissing of such nonsense
As they leave their rest stop
And move on to another galaxy
Unity
The foundation of our nation,
The invisible cord that ties us together,
The one word, that enables us to breakdown all barriers, differences and identify with each other as Zimbabweans.
Unity
From times past we stood as one and forged ahead to fight for our nation
On different frontiers we sang the same song freedom, freedom!
Decades later still, we stood together to further forge a stronger nation
Unity Accord
The web that wove and bound us all- Zimbabwe
The spirit that enabled us to scale to greater heights
The furtherance of peace, prosperity and development
Unity
Today we stand in a different century
Under a different unity
But a unity still
Unity
The basis of our coexistence
The evolvement of our goals
The achievement of our vision as a nation
United Zimbabwe
We stand
United we are developing
United we shall conquer
United we must remain Zimbabwe
M-O-T-H-E-R
“M” is for all the material things she gave me
“O” means only she sees the real me
“T” is for tears she shed
“H” is for heartfelt words in time of need
“E” is for her emerald eyes, filled with love so indestructible;
“R” is for her remarkable perseverance when the going gets tough
Put them all together; it spells
‘MOTHER’
A job that has so much devotion, and evolvement is the hardest jobs of them all.
You ask me without words, without moving your mouth
Where did that love we had go, that would've lasted forever, without a doubt?
I answer you, also, without uttering a word, that I know
where it went, it went, where all faded loves go.
Our love is the story of the Sycamore Tree.
To flourish and strengthen and grow up to be
a stronger version of itself, a branch must be taken
from it's large body and carefully planted.
After many years this branch will finally be
a beautiful replica of the first Sycamore Tree.
My heart is that tree that has outgrown its branches.
For the sake of its health, lumbermen carefully cut with lances
This branch that is stunting this tree's evolvement;
ruining the purpose for which it was meant.
If these lumbermen fail to act with urgency and decide to delay,
This tree will give up, sure of it's destiny, and simply wait to decay.
You are the branch, and our love is the dust
That falls from the tree to the ground and is crushed
by the men as they walk, heavily on their feet
after a long days work and make their retreat.
Too many days
In too many years
Meaning to count but too oddly
Even in minutes slowly they phase
Making my world spin so madly
Are they eventually going to end
Racing as blindly as sperm
Catching each sunset and seasonal change
Hurling along as they squirm
Eventual evolvement embedded to ride
Successfully meeting a quota
Or is it a question of riding in style
Not caring to know an iota