Since I have half a gift
yet not a whole,
I bring words to half life,
but alas my complete soul.
Who I am,
not who I am supposed to be,
on these wings of an eagle
I take flight and become free.
At dawn's break
cascading on the horizon,
is there enough light
to see the day?
It is this murky muddled mirage
where I facilitate my way.
Noble men and women
seems from another universe,
who have authored manuscripts
of such grand eloquence,
I wonder and marvel
at such sui generis verse.
I myself may never be there,
but I can’t help to think
these masters passions
which they all must bear,
are not too dissimilar
to when I soar in the air.
What ever you imagine a spare to be
Their only purpose is a guarantee
Manipulated from day one
Not wanted but the back up son
Just being born to facilitate
No argument no debate
Just being made into a reprobate
No curses no swearing
No talking no fighting
No elbows on the table
Just a passion to disable
No choices no freedom
Just silence until they are done
I wait I pray
Hoping I put on the correct display
No laughter no movement
Only never ending judgement
No way to express my contempt inside
Another reason to run and hide
What ever the demand
You must understand
It is not you it’s the life they made
A choice they choice to degrade
They make up lies
For everyone that applies
To make you look terrible
Then make you comparable
The outside never sees
The cruelty with ease
A trapped terrified boy
Who has little joy
The expectation to be grateful
And feel shameful
Trapped and isolated
Behind closed doors violated
No one sees no one cares
Just property of theirs
Violently attacked to keep me in line
Forcing me to resign
To being the spare
There are terms humanity uses, phrases words appear."
To communicate emotions, in aim of clarity, or to help
Verbally in communicating our anxiety, or sense of honour
Even anger, love or fear.' Some terms are formed generically.' Yet others are forged and planned.' To strike
At the spirit, heart and souls of 'right thinking women and
Man' the word ( elites ) is being used to describe indeed
The dregs..' its as dis-informative in the context and concept
Indeed its correction ' must get now on its legs' to
Highlight those of repulsive ways..Who glorify abuse who
Plan nightmares today.' Who facilitate urusry murder and
Greed, who co-opt and co-erce for the basest of needs who
To be validated are willing to do the vilest' the dirtiest things.)
Scum could do.' I find no word low enough.! No term that
Will match.' To the acts of these lunatics and the sick dreams they hatch.' (They call wicked for good) remember
My friend; (2020?) and just extrapolate' then and only things will
Get on the mend!
clouds
appear as shapes
dragons sometimes
forks and trees
naming the unnamable
a search for home
(Anthony and Cleopatra)
busyness
seeming much to do
and the rain
in opposition
(King John)
tears
and swollen rivers
dissolving
the boundaries
separating home
(Richard II)
the weather
seems to facilitate
or oppose
bringing to stories
uninvited guests
(Love's Labor Lost)
youth
a scattering for
experiences away
while never departing
from home
(Taming of the Shrew)
Success is drawing blood.
Follow in my tracks.
There's no rush.
Im not missing.
Just off the straight and narrow.
Open to facilitate.
Steadfast to invigorate.
There are drawbacks
But I take the plunge.
Time passed as pastime.
Days blend differently.
Its not my daily grind.
But it helps to get by.
At Arromanches Les Baines, the British used a massive artificial harbour, known as Mulberry Harbour( specifically Mulberry B) to facilitate the landing of troops and supplies after D Day. It was ingenious.
Mulberry B
They lie half buried in the sand
Parked like huge metal flat beds
Under heavy weather barrages
Once they ebbed and flowed with the tide
That now washes over them
a stark reminder of sufferings
bravery and sacrifices
Invaded by moss,
they rust together
Undefeated in their history
yet their freedom doomed
There are no gravestones
at Arromanches Les Baines
Just revered metal allies
03/04/2025
Its a reggresive sight to see the condition of hostages
Being released by hamas?? Its a sad counterpoint to the
Whole sad situation.' And gnaws away at hope of there
Being any good solution, any way to sanity..For barbarisam will
But destroy all souls that employ it.' Enough.!! Time to
Consider on our humanity surely' and the positives it can
Facilitate.'
For my teddy bear, Lauryn. I love you! I miss you! Hugs and love.
Our connection is made to last
By Michelle Morris
08/10/2024
You're far across the Globe
There where Africa stands her Ground
Fertile and filled with Beauty
She is the land that holds our Sound
This Blue Marble on which we spin
Round and round and round
These magical energies we feel
Make spells speak way out loud
For each of us is a Miracle
Each of us is marvelous and pure
And it doesn't really matter to the Universe
Whether we're a boy or a girl
And while you may be part of me
And I am part of you
I know that you belong to Heaven
And this Life is a lesson in Truth
For all I am to you is there
To facilitate your Soul's birth
To nurture and protect you
As you grow and play and learn
Nothing we experience is lost on us
Whether good or bad or life changing
Remember that I'm here with you in Spirit
My love and support is available
And even though we are apart
Across land and waters vast
I reach out through my dreams to hug you
For our connection is made to last
© Michelle Morris, 2024
What would happen in the absence of my presence? I directed my gaze towards her, resting my head on her lap, and met her eyes. The depths of my heart would consume itself, seeking to alleviate the anguish caused by separation. Subsequently, my mind would assume control, becoming the sole arbiter of all emotional experiences. It would sense a profound sense of betrayal and transmit this message to the cells, causing them to agitate restlessly, unsure of who would facilitate the circulation of blood through the vessels. With the heart absent, the mind irrational, the cells frenzied, and the nerves severed, it would only be a matter of time before a fleeting and ominous thought infiltrated, whispering catastrophic conclusions. The heart, unable to quicken its pace to instill fear, the nervous system incapable of perceiving pain, the mind preoccupied to the point of neglect, and the cells having identified the body as their adversary – all these factors would culminate in my loss of functionality. Ultimately, in my state of non-functionality, I would cease to exist.
There is fake blood on congressional walls,
the outraged rage on
though they are all unclear
about whatever.
Beyond our shores
apocalyptic war gallops on four horses.
A river of blood flows to the sea.
Are there marmalade sandwiches for tea
or only a thinly buttered bread
and wilted cucumber?
Back from the conflict
reporters warn of storms
on the home front,
but we who kneed our knees,
to facilitate, hating to disturb
the already perturbed,
await with bated breath
for the big bang and the death
of reason forever.
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Sailboats horses and carts and canal transport
Whale oil lighting and candles, salt to preserve
Meat, limited sanitation and available running
Water, all are part of a formerly more static society '
Which kept people in their national boundries.'
The emphasis seems to be on returning the
World to a typology of the above.? This being
Part of ( green agendas ) wordwide.?
Why then? Facilitate mass movements of
Humanity across borders.? If its more
Desirable for a worldwude static existence?
That will be inherent in any return to above
Practices.'
Is it just ideas.? That some people have cooked
Up after obtaining a doctorate, or other credentials
To get a million plus payment from a slush fund.?
With no real plan on how to live this out.?
I am myself quite prepared to live with limited
Technology..Yet it involves more effort, which
Would keep humans fitter.' A balance can be struck
But I dont see any cohesive drive.? I see ( a i ) and
A move to even more tech, and so called outsourcing
More desire for matterial things more waste much less
Recycling than from the 1920s to the 1980s am I
Alone in these observations? I welcome any comments.'
Happy is you
who facilitate
to be felicitated
In the future
because
you manufacture
Better things which
will push
some folks
to sing
meaningful
songs
which
they did not think.
How do you think Scheherazady
Would incorporate her body
To spice up those tales and keep enticed
That potentate?
She would ges-tic-u-late.
Aladdin could have faced disaster,
But the djinn said to his master,
"I've three wishes I can grant
But can't articulate
Lest you ges-tic-u-late."
In ancient Greece Olympian Zeus
Would turn his Titan anger loose,
And lightning bolts he'd throw to show
That how his wrath to demonstrate,
He would ges-tic-u-late.
Superheroes spend long hours
Developing their special powers
Of strength and speed that's unimpeded,
So they wear costumes both for show and to facilitate
When they ges--tic-u-late.
So, let me say here, as I wind up,
When you talk, just make your mind up,
To enhance your speech and diction,
Take a tip from folks in fiction,
Make your conversation great
And just ges-tic-u-late.
Dear Electricity.
Could you please allow me to call you Electra?
I feel it gives you more respect with a little extra.
Electra, you have been most needful and useful in my life,
but honestly, you have always been a mystery to me.
I have never wanted to live a single day without you.
Although you are never to be heard, tasted, smelt, or seen,
I sense you by way of feeling if, God forbid, I touch you.
Electra, your electrifying powers turn turbines by the millions.
Your awesome energy lights up the world of billions of mortals.
Your character is amazingly warming, but never very touching;
Because your massive and energetic powers are inherently shocking.
Electra, you can be healing, but you also facilitate dates with death.
That is why when we were just kids, we learned to never touch you.
I have learned to commune with you without one voluntary touch.
Most sincerely,
Baruch
So called dangerous
Person,
A good person blackmailed
by some bad
People
Because of exposing their secret deals.
Imagine some people who get much money
In robbing poor people
But
They always
Look innocents.
Oh ! This cruel World
Crooks who facilitate
The illegal big deals
Are known as good people
But
The wise people who speak for the poors
Are known as dangerous
People.
Travel this World
You will understand
My point.
A puppet
is called wise person.
A defender of the rights
of some people is called
Dangerous
Person.
June 11th 2023
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe
Mussabwa Chris
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