I know you think you’re to blame
but you didn’t ask for this name
in years to come, the monster is muted
you’re afraid of late nights, raised voices and fights but one day that all stops and it’s all left behind
They’ll tell you can’t, won’t give you a chance and in the end you prove them all wrong
but take caution with change and tighten those reigns because where you end up, that’s not where you belong
Yes, you exceed every expectation
but it’s at the cost of your own elation
much of your struggle is birthed from your creation
you become a bullet train that gets lost at the station
Every word they say, I know it crushes your day but you’ll figure it out in your own complex way
growing older you’ll learn, the ailments we earn come at us straight out of the blue
you’ll find yourself seething from all the halo cleaning with everything you go through
Above all, I must say
there are brighter days but darker ones are still to come
you have what it takes to reach those high stakes and still now, it has only begun
I am grateful for my ancestors….
all those who have sailed before me down life’s stream…
and I hope from where they’re watching…
I have exceeded their wildest dreams…
And I gladly take my place among them
as I sail down life’s stream…
as I watch my own children and grandchildren
exceed my wildest dreams.
Epiphanies that dawned do not replay
and whilst we wish they would, we remain still,
interfering not with the divine play,
for we have fully surrendered our will.
Boons bestowed always exceed heart’s desire,
thus if we seek, we must settle for less,
so as we transmute as God’s sublime fire,
what lies ahead we prefer not to guess.
In midst of these musings, bliss rapture spikes,
arising from a centreless fulcrum,
spasms manifesting where magnetism strikes,
as within heart echoes the cosmic drum.
The soul star chakra taps us on the head ~
Of secrets divine, what more can be said
Our expectations rarely match
Reality, it seems,
For it’s not possible to snatch
The dazzle of our dreams.
The same applies to dreaded fears
Which cloud a coming date.
The truth, when it at last appears,
Proves we can’t speculate
About what hasn’t yet occurred;
Such attitudes waste time.
Our future’s either dark or blurred
And changes on a dime.
So whether outcomes fall quite short
Or drastically exceed
Whatever we’d envisioned
What is always guaranteed
Is that no one ever knows for sure,
Including every sage,
If our hopes or fears are premature,
Until we turn the page.
Infidels Mourn
Fools gamble
cowards ramble
but wise men ponder
Alone in a crowd
silent out loud
a sage to wander
Through pathways of old
with proverbs untold
he seeks transcendence
As time is reborn
and infidels mourn
— his soul’s quintessence
(Dreamsleep: February, 2026)
Never And Always
A man’s ambition
should never
exceed his worth
A man’s ego
should never
invade his soul
A man’s fury
should never
exceed his cause
A man’s reasons
should always
— defy excuse
(Dreamsleep: February, 2026)
This Present
Have you ever been
to yesterday
in search of tomorrow
False notions
that frame our thoughts
with despair
The past a deception
in search of
new victims
The future a myth
in this present
— we share
(Dreamsleep: February, 2026)
Days of poet motivate calm compassion.
Sheer injustice evident—every turnpike
manned by soldiers’ wild unfamiliar passion
planned around harsh Strike.
Summonsed lamb to slaughter, but still respecting
burning bush—obedience lit by daydream,
Ares now advance with his pride, suspecting
alter in regime.
Bending truth to suit the occasion’s essence,
whispers coil in shadows of veiled renitence.
Glow of waters lap at the swirling valence.
Ebbing of sentience.
Psappho wept—her dream has dispersed as token.
Rose-fingered moon’s face will exceed all starlight.*
Silence now descends tableau muffled, Brocken
Spectre of moonlight.
My building has ten stories,
Sixteen homes on every floor,
And most of them have strangers
Who reside behind each door.
My ninth floor neighbors smile and we
May chat while waiting for
An elevator to arrive;
We have a nice rapport.
Yet I have no true friendships
Where I live, but on that score,
That’s very common in New York,
Both for the rich and poor.
Some tenants have their little quirks
I try hard to ignore,
Though nothing really serious
I haven’t seen before.
My upstairs neighbors may exceed
What tolerance I store
Within my hands-off self
And make me just a little sore.
For noises that I can’t explain
And hammering galore
Disturb the peace I once enjoyed
And don’t have anymore.
Of course, it’s New York City,
Which has clamor at its core,
But I wish my upstairs neighbors
Lived on any other floor.
Failure was taboo, in a world full of expectations
Success was a burden we were forced to carry,
And burnout was a truth mistaken for laziness
Perfection was a cursed pushed on to black children,
And yet when we exceed it still isn’t enough,
Rest was a heaven we were promised after death,
And life was a test of struggle to get there
White kids are allowed to be average,
And are rewarded with excellence
But us being called average was a privilege we never got
Instead we would be criticised for breathing the wrong way,
And if we complained, we were called a problem
The system was built to break us,
Education is just a trap to bait our reactions,
Excluding us from the conversation,
But complaining about our ‘silence’,
This a silent strategy of educational violence
They erase our history, then they erase our voice,
A system favoured by bias,
Means in the end we will never get a choice -
To have our say,
Or to make space for our excellence,
School was never about inclusion -
But to send a message to all black children
Giorgio Armani sold his car
to get the money he needed to start his own fashion label
Walking to work for years was worth it
His styles are favored by Hollywood celebrities
and the rich and famous
His annual sales now exceed three hundred and twenty million dollars
I would be surprised if he still walks to work
THE PATHETIC AND DEMONIC
BEHAVIOR OF THOSE WHO AGREE
AND BELIEVE IN HATRED ,
ANAMOSITY AND VIOLENCE AGAINST
THOSE WHO DISAGREE WITH THEIR
PSYCHOTIC IDEOLOGIES THAT ARE
DESTROYING THE COUNTRY AND
THE WORLD WILL ULTIMATELY HAVE
TO FACE THEIR CREATOR AND STAND
TRIAL FOR THEIR BEHAVIOR AND CRIMES.
THEIR PUNISHMENT WILL EXCEED
THEIR EXPECTATIONS AND
IMAGINATION . THEIR EXPULSION
FROM THIS WORLD WILL GO BEYOND
THE LIMITS AND BARRIERS OF TIME
IT'S SELF AND THE UNIVERSE OF
CELESTIAL BEING AND THE UNIVERSE
IN WICH WE RESIDE.
ALL THAT WILL REMAIN FOR THOSE
WHO WORSHIP HATRED IS THEIR
OWN HATRED TOWARDS HATRED.
CHARLIE KIRK , MAY THE LORD
ALWAYS BE BY YOUR SIDE.
Michael E Harris
09102025
The pale blue lines on which I write
stretch to infinity,
and hint of a distant, misty line
where heaven touches sea.
The reach of sight, the eye's extreme,
as far as the mind can go,
is but a candle in the sun
of all the heart may know.
A writer's reach must far exceed
a cogent grasp of words.
To reach a reader's heart, indeed,
the writer's must be heard.
We court darkness to see the light
& every room
has a bit of both
We're the sum of wombs in many
ways giving birth to things
in route to growth
Every little step we take is toward
a cliff & one day
we'll all exceed the edge
The roads we take are hit or miss
& every single path
has a bit of dread
Tread lightly in a dark world for
heavy steps bring
wear afoot
We wear each other's skin like we're
all the same so eventually
shoes fit the other foot
We couldn't see a thing inside the
womb but still looked
forward to a brighter life
The divine darkness in which we're
groomed only gives
birth to growing light
Don't fight the darkness inside of
you but see the light
within the shadows
I feel all the struggles the same
as you but the duality
is half the battle
The world's greatest dramatist,
The world's greatest sonnet writer of all time,
The man with supreme knowledge,
The man with a genius brain,
Many writers may come and go,
Yet none can exceed the pinnacle of his genius.
Writing plays dealing with the themes of human life,
He was the one who was close to people's hearts,
Few called him mad, but he never cared,
We may forget the history,
But we can never forget our beloved Shakespeare.
- Medu
And for my last will & testament to a life concluded at the hands of the cruel poison that is time, I solemnly swear that a life poised to mean nothing shall not only bear such barren nakedness but will also birth a new age of emptiness while inheriting all of seclusion.
While these last meaningless words shall only succeed in painting a blank portrait, I will only afterwards exceed my own expectations by finding what the true natural distinction between Fate & Destiny really is and-or shall become.
I shall henceforth concede my life the only way any average & mundane human can ever truly fathom in its totality, with a long innocuous sigh.
Be careful on the road, don’t rush in speed!
In any case, the speed limit, you shouldn't exceed
With caution, at every bend, you proceed
To all traffic rules and guidelines, pay heed.
Know well to what misery, reckless driving can lead
Let your conscience never reproach you on a rash deed.
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