A pen who never bleeds blue nor black
As the changing shades of a clear night sky;
Bleeds blood, ever deep red
As a sword who fought million battles.
He never reveals his tale
But it is to be remembered
And will be remembered.
He sets aright others' lives
Make corrections, make amends.
Unlike his kin, with a white skin
The correction pen, bleeding white;
He never hesitates to unveil blunders,
Others made;
Only pronounce them, guiding them
To learn from their faulty footings.
The White King asserts:
" I, who, hide his flaws
Flaws of juvenile origins;
Grateful, he is, to me.
In his life's canvas,
With no scars to be blamed for,
He starts anew.
Turning the hourglass,
To let his scars go into oblivion,
Never to be seen again-
To him nor the others
With a history anew,
He starts afresh."
The blood sword, now spoke
He voiced his voice, as he said:
"Let your wrong footings stay,
Learn from them; grow."
Cotton is picked
before cloth is made
Footings poured
to support the stage
Laws enacted
before crimes take place
Love embracing
— for hearts to break
(Septa Train 30th Street: April, 2024)
Once there was a love,
Bright like the summer sky,
Dazzling like crystals under the sun's light,
Encompassing like the waves of the sea.
Once there was a love,
A zephyr of loveliness and devotion,
A garden of nature beauties,
A room of precious ornaments.
Once there was a love,
That’s gone with the winds,
Never to come back again,
Since you left my embrace.
Once there was a love,
That stood beside me,
Now I’m lonely and alone,
Wondering where I've gone wrong.
Once there was a love,
The essence of my happiness,
The prop of my right footings,
Now I’m disheveled and despondent.
Once there was a love,
I'd want to come back again,
Walk through my door,
And take its permanent residence.
October 27, 2022.
It appears the deeper we dig in the soil,
The foundation becomes clear about deceit.
As reinforcing rods look to be twisted,
Around all this compromised concrete.
Can the true nature be found in the footings,
That support this structure, constitutional?
While the layers have been crushed & compacted,
Leaving partisan levels to the judicial.
This search involves difficult fact-finding,
Tearing down walls with its demolition.
Where multiple efforts have progressed,
Seeking any fault to unearth by prosecution.
The finished product can hopefully resolve,
Massive tensions that are seen above ground.
While these cracks in our legal foundation,
Can be repaired to keep democracy sound.
Historically,They are known to be
The foundation of journalistic integrity.
Though lately, many might argue
They've been replaced, with opinion's severity.
Who, could cause this metamorphism,
With the skill of a master puppeteer?
Or was this performance, one for the ages,
With multiple actors that disappear?
What, has created this shift in reporting,
From the factual to that surmised?
Is it all ratings and political spin . . .
Or more drama to keep us surprised?
When, will this story come to an end,
So that the truth can be told?
Since the lies are costing people's lives,
As if it's a mystical chokehold.
Where, has this deception arisen,
That has captured those willing to believe?
Because those roots must be removed from
The ground, if we're to move beyond and achieve.
Why, has the fiction turned away reality,
Giving to those a different view?
While it ignores many facts and science,
No matter how long they're held to be true.
Hopefully, the basic tenets we have relied upon,
Can survive through a lens of what's real.
Because if our journey continues based on false
Footings, that slippery slope, may be all we feel.
Rain, Rain go away,
this job has lost another day.
April showers have ran into May,
and the men have lost a week of pay.
Dirt and rain become a torrent of mud,
and we can not work in this kind of crud.
We dig the footings, they become a moat.
I'll tell you this rain has really got my goat..
There's mud in my office and mud in my truck.
I hear thunder in the distance more rain, Just my luck...
These May showers have become my bane !
If they don't subside soon, they'll float this job down the drain..
Who Wants to Play....
Inside Out is the New Fashion.....
Nothing hidden will dress the day
Character is flawless in His debonair
Strikingly tailored manners
Ironed distinctions solidify His footings
Each garment fitted respectively sound
Bold colors adorn His genuine Style
Open the Door ....Which Date shall it be....
Of a Tale...we are told that could be a possibility. ...
Give me a day
and let me go away
Let me find my way
Let me go astray
and learn my lessons
Let us part our ways
Let me leave your embrace
and feel the coldness of the world
Let me get lost
And recapture my footings back
Don't hold my hand
Let me topple and fall
Let me rise and gain my strength
Just like a cow lets its calf
I wanna stand on my own
Let me feel the cruelty of people
Let me learn to absorb their jealousy
Let me learn to make them smile
They will love me though it may take a while
Mother,am no longer a child
i can now tame the wild
Just pretend you no more care
And let me fight free and fair
Blood mountains divided, staring back quartz veins.
Decending and rising, as footings lay claims.
Hopping and leaping through scents of black earth.
Surrounded by moss and love what it's worth.
Climbing the hill will pull at your muscles.
while healing your heart; tomorrow come tussles.
Seeing's forever and waiting not still.
Love of destruction; you rise till you feel.
Sniffing the wind that smells of the trees
while Winding you up on two buckled knees.
Then resting your fluids on top of your tongue,
Sees love far from home or a rule of thumb.
Now View the horizon on top of the mountain
Where words are in silence and chest like a fountain.
Relax and start humming and start your way down.
Returning you home and turn in your crown.
L ive, laugh and love are fragrant spices of life
I n times of desperation, refreshing to the soul
V eils and smoke screens placed around each bend
E every illusion designed precisely to deceive
L et The Holy Spirit be your guide, rely not on what you see
A nd let it lead you safely through the maze
U nder currents may disengage firm footings self-assured
G ather up faith, hope, charity and love, adorn them as your shield
H old on tenaciously in the storms, for more precious than gold, you are
L eave burdens you cannot carry; let them fall where 'er they may
O ften times they tend to overwhelm, stirring up mental storms
V izualize the heart of innocents, see how no care nor worries it bears
E ach day, resolve to take the time to live, love and laugh
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