My steps carry an old drum
Codes,
Beats carved from bone
Memory,
Rhythms that survived every
Crossings.
My breath has memories it recognizes
Ancestors vows,
The ones whispered under the
Moonlight
When freedom was a fabrication
And courage was the only
Currency.
Thunder lives in my ribs,
They call me loud-
But truth calls me home.
I am the echo of silenced
Voices,
I am a freedom fighter-
Born with my soul's fists raised.
I spent the whole morning fighting corruption
And I suppose I defeated it
I subjected myself to obstruction
Debunked myself in the terms most concrete
I corrupted my fondest memories
Thought I deserve to be punished strongly
But out of the blue it dawned on me
That suffering wasn’t a help any longer
So once more I returned to corruption
Humiliated the frying pan by washing it
Exploited roughly with no instructions
The tap water, it gushed out down at my feet
Then your summer garden I saw at dusk
Your roses were blooming stunningly bright
And some fallen apples lay down in the grass
Beneath the apple tree, almost out of sight.
I am a pacifist
not a prize fighter
I am a healer
not a hit man
I am a mother
not a mobster
I am a grandmother
not a gangster
I am a kite-flyer
not a killer
But I watch these others on TV
They don't want you
To elevate without them
Even when they're not supportive.
They know your history,
Victory and glory; so they want to be part of it
They always want to be part of your glowing
But not part of the suffering and criticisms.
They want to partake in your glory and victory
Even when they don't know the story
They always watching, while you do the working
Then come in, when you start earning.
If they can't do or have it;
They won't let you, rather they disrupt it.
Be the game changer not the fighter
Never let them chain or tame you
Vibrate higher, so you can fly higher
Liberating yourself from toxic people.
People ruin good things or people,
If they can't have it or be one.
Raise your game highest and tightest
So mediocre people can't participate in it.
Senator Thomas Massie, a true con-vid era man.' Now a
Widower.) And international hero grand..' He stands for the great state
Of Daniel Boone, an advocacte of freedom who just liked
His (Elbow room)
Book by book,
I see the hook,
How about we have a look,
Don't make me choke,
I am with a bottle of Coke,
I hear a creek,
I am not a Greek,
The shrubs are on a bleak,
Glistened by the sleek,
I soften my cheek,
Keep me in check,
For the high-tech,
I smell a stench,
Without a blench,
I learned in French,
I did not sench,
Into a trench,
I'm blanch,
I went on blank,
I did not want to stay submerged,
I on a search,
For a lurch,
That I could not wait for my lunch,
I sat on a hunch,
I go for a punch,
Wait, it is the launch,
I would not move an inch,
That starts with an itch,
I did not put a salt on my stitch,
To worsen the condition of a hitch,
I run away with a glitch,
I am out of reach,
For more research,
Of what I found and searched.
You're dying....
I'm Cancer,
No denying.
I'm happy
No lying,
Years fighting,
Years trying,
I love that,
You're dying.
I AM A FIGHTER
I AM BEAUTIFAL
I REFUSE TO BE BULLIED
I AM STRONGE
I REFUSE TO HURT
I AM POSITIVE
I REFUSE TO BOW DOWN
I AM PROUD OF MYSELF
I AM NOT A TOY
I AM A FIGHTER
Palm trees stand up strong
Admiring beauty around.
Ladies of the seas,
Models for cute scenery,
Struck by wild winds ~they're fighters~
Jailed for the will to be jailed
Kids shouldn’t play with fire
But they do, and of course they fail
In full conscious of mad desire
What now, will you write a sequel
To Servantes’s Don Quixote
Lots of tyres around every mill
A borsch with pampushka you’ve got
There’ll be Ursula of Brussels
The lady you wish to know better
There’ll be most malign old fossils
You must kill them, then go to get her
Or maybe you’ll call it a day
And give it all up, my brave kid
You’ve said what you needed to say
No one wanted, but you did
Like a moth to the flame you flew
To explain the obvious – why?
Suicidal truth suits a rare few
For the rest the price is too high.
15 October 1931 was his date of birth,
He is a man of infinite worth.
Rameshwaram was his birthplace,
Poverty was a villain in his case.
A very down-to-earth man;
As a paper boy, his life, he began.
He was a hardworking student;
And was always very prudent.
A low-cost coronary stent,
Along with a cardiologist, he did invent.
As a ‘Missile Man’ he is well known,
For the talent that he has shown.
He supported Uniform Civil Code,
Upon him, Bharat Ratna was bestowed.
He is the darling of the youth;
Doubt not an ounce, for it’s the truth.
He was a relentless fighter,
A great orator, and writer.
All good virtues in him we see;
Can you guess who is he?
A seventeen year old boy wanting to go into the Marines
I want to fly as fast as a fighter jet
Not me, his sister said.
I want to fly as fast as a hummingbird.
This made the little boy giggle.
Fighter jets fly faster! He said.
Look it up, said his sister.
Because she already had.
So she knew hummingbirds fly twice as fast as fighter jets.
Now, he knew too…
Which meant he stopped giggling.
A fighter
This are special people
They are the mentors
Of not giving up
What ever they start they finish
They talk less but do more
They hate to promise
But they always deliver without asking
They need no approval to survive
Cos this is there destiny
They are a blessing to everyone
Around them
They are the chosen ones
They never love to fail or lose
And even if they do
Then keep fighting to win
This is why they are called
A fighter
A fighter
Are your a fighter or
Or you always giving in too fast
Are your honourable or you are just a fool
Are you always better or
You are always the same
Please keep up your struggles my friends
Light up your fire all the time
Let it shine into the world so bright
Live your life
Never let nothing stop
The spirits of a fighter in you
You got nothing to lose
If you live your life
Watching your dreams come true
I’m a lover,not a skill fighter
I’m a lover,not a booming fighter
I’m a lover,not a banging lover
bang is a boom of a lover
bang is a boom of a fighter
a lover is a booming lover
a lover is a booming fighter
a banging lover is a booming disease
a banging lover is a booming paradise
disease is a booming disease
disease is a boom of a banging disease
paradise is a booming paradise
paradise is a booming disease
bang of boom is bang of bang
bang of boom is boom of boom
bang of boom is boom of a disease
bang of boom is boom of a paradise
a fighter is a lover’s paradise
a fighter is a lover’s disease
disease is a fighting disease
fighting is fighting a paradise disease
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