(Series: A prisoner needs love)
I got wild – called for a spice
Told my chest to set my heart on fire
I need not to be white – I need to be black
When I saw the assembly of slanderers i want to face.
I raced myself to the elders
Took portions of advices to wrap it up
In a grain sheep wool to weave / around a white cloth
Strapped with a black and blood thread / snoring in a calabash.
God answered the prayers of leaves and grasses
The freshness of a new soul / but a seed of my fire has been sowed since my feet took the race
A step cut firewood
A step grew fire
A step grew fangs
A step intoxicated the head of the fire
A step launched obsessions for imagination in my head
A step encouraged a guilt feelings that is clearer than the sky.
Before me I see my fire lingering in good spirit
But with enthusiasm I want to sip my coffee watching
Things We Can’t Do
Written: by Miracle Man
December 4, 2020
We can’t purchase that which isn’t for sale,
Or call back harsh words intended to assail.
Or pass to another what we don’t possess,
Or relieve guilt feelings with a large largess.
Or retrieve cast stones we’ve thrown in haste,
For words once uttered, can’t be erased.
We can’t get back occasions once they’re missed,
Or redo our actions, though we might persist.
we can’t recover time once it has passed,
Or at death take with us, riches we’ve amassed.
influenced by
"5 THINGS YOU CAN'T TAKE BACK”
Anonymous
For five days we have been worker bees
Now it is time for those tees
Whether it is fighting off a golfing bogie
Or wiping your hands from a lunch time hoagie
Finally the weekend is here
And adventure is near
Going out entertaining the mates
Finding friends and romantic dates
For a short period of time
And recreation on the mind
Worker bees turned into social bugs
Giving companions fashionable hugs
Interaction with others
And chance meetings that could breed into lovers
Taking a two day holiday where one can reflect and relax
Ignoring what is being transmitted at the office fax
It is the proper time to make the pass
When encountering a potential lifelong lad or lass
Enjoy the time off
Not having any guilt feelings of fault
Being in the corporate life
Needing to be giving the green light
Hoping the check clears
To shop Wal-Mart then on to Sears
During this time we sit down finding peace and cheer
Since the weekend is finally here
Meekness a Weakness?
Written: by Miracle Man
7/19/2019
Many have taken advantage,
Of my willingness to assist.
If guilt feelings ever arose,
They were quickly dismissed.
While their next hackneyed story,
They were re-engineering.
They saw themselves as shepherds,
And I, a sheep for shearing.
Others have taken from me,
And often given to a friend.
As I’ve remained closed mouthed,
Not wishing to offend.
Many times I’ve only existed,
When they needed money.
Which has left my day gloomy,
As theirs became sunny.
They always say borrow,
While having no intent to repay.
Some just open their mouth,
And their intentions betray.
The heart God placed in me,
Has been filled with meekness.
And it hurts me to think,
Others view this as a weakness.
“Not everyone will appreciate what you do for them.
You have to figure out who’s worth your kindness
And who’s just taking advantage”
Unknown
Dead Aylan in this sprained beach of humane,
Embraces me but I've no
any guilt feelings!
Toll of knell is proclaiming all my guiltiness
but I'm in stillness of my job, I've
no guilt feelings!
No guilt feelings; no nightmare, I can
jeer at all your sacredness, cause I've no
guilty feelings!
no, no, no! I'm only true in world business!
Albatross of Mariners, the soul of Aylan!
No; I'm not!
Refugees, settlers are everywhere, can
die in my business pyre. I'm
the power, no guilt feelings!
Havoc morning of humanity I can bring!
Let them die in mourning song
of dwelling
I'm the trader, the business magnate
gear, guilt feelings in not in
my super power!
- October 15, 2018 Chattogram
Sins - they are violations, faults, offenses
Any forms of sins leads to ill guilt feelings
Resulting from human's weaknesses and pride
Disrupting disturbing human relationships
Placing any cognitive being to shame and doubt
{"To err is human, to forgive is Divine"}
To each and every decision and action
Us - human beings must never forget to discern
Anything we do stimulates chain reactions
If sin is seen, beforehand sternly spurn
The devil will provide worldly attractions
But, hear me Human... I appeal to you: BE FIRM!
AWAY FROM TEMPTATION! AWAY FROM DEVIL'S SATISFACTION!
Rather, integrity and a life eternal we must earn...
BY
olive_eloisa
12:32 am
April 08, 2014
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6TH PLACE
Sixteen year old sweethearts, in her house all alone;
Her father still at work, her mother not at home;
Kissing they had tried; leaving hickies on their necks;
Petting body parts, they would venture onto next.
TV providing light in her otherwise dark playroom;
Anticipation and fear, the young couple both consume.
Zippers unzip; not sure of what they might find,
“Stop”; “Keep on going”; playing ping-pong in their mind.
Touching other’s body parts; enjoying where they are touched;
Worried that they may be liking it a little bit too much.
Conscience of each other breathing deeper as they explore,
Also listening carefully for the closing of a car door.
Bodies start to entwine, venturing further then they had thought;
Biology they learned in school but this topic had not been taught.
How to stop once you’ve gone this far is a lesson hard to learn,
As this high school sweetheart couple reach the point of no return.
Clumsily they manage to get through their first time;
Pleasure, pain and guilt feelings make a mixture quite sublime.
Quietly they get dressed as they hear her Mom walk in the door,
Both of them wondering if they’ll ever do this any more.
friday morning
off to work in your best clothes
home 3 hours late from work
can't get out of the city...
but you were there and back in three hours
went shopping
picked up furniture
must have been busy traffic
you get annoyed when i bring up these insecurities
but the past has taught me
if i need to ask if there is something going on
there probably is
a little bit of truth to every lie
no fun with guilt feelings
two lovers fighting over their own love
love you came into have
kept at arms reach
with all the worst case scenarios playing out in my head
you not disproving very many of them
love is that sense of security two people bring to eachother
the proving one another can be trusted
never seen you dolled up for me before
but have fun at work
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