As is in heaven, so is on earth;
Democracy never went well for the foreigner on earth.
That serpent of old, well spoken in scripture,
Master of lies, deceiver and breaker of structure.
Democracy had him fall like lightning from heaven,
Absolute monarchy - sole authority in heaven.
Democracy - a system prone to fracture and strain,
Easily swayed, easily broken, again and again.
Highly preached, yet rooted in questionable feature,
Could it stem from that same old antagonistic creature?
A promising path, yet followed in blur,
Embraced without clarity of what truly occurs.
Democracy for Africa; a flame on the pyre,
A truth we desire; not an imposed attire.
Clearly not born from within; pressed from without,
A system we follow, yet scarcely about.
Democracy is not for all under earth,
Hereditary rule; the glory of empire’s birth.
As is in heaven, unbroken in worth,
So power stands whole; as is in heaven, so on earth.
Worth condensed in three numbers
A disorder passed down to me
What does a body's number mean?
If not worth, then what could it be?
Rotting inside but still I can't quit
All I want is out of this mold I do not fit
As religion is discretionary
(not hereditary)
it's like a day at the races
a trip no less and here's a tip
while going through your paces
first check the horses' form
pick your odds-on favourite
as is the norm
from worst to best
(forget the rest)
put money on the nose
and place your bet
for yours to win
not those which show(s)
high-risk is high-reward
on the scoreboard
at the rail(s)
say a prayer take note
it never fails
for a day out big buck
winner's tote payout
and with a little luck
through thick and thin
your horsemanship
will come in
But what about the jockeys?
It's not the stakes, bookies' odds,
or those holding the reins...
it's all in the hands of the Gods.
I try to suffice the unseen parts of me,
the ones I try so hard to hide,
to take apart,
and rip away the nature,
though it seeps deep in my dna,
and time through time the cycle restarts,
etching every moment,
every breath that I try to do myself,
is in the shadow of someone else,
and every step that I take,
is controlled not only by envy,
but at the thought i am no better than the ones I share blood with,
hence I look into a mirror,
and staring back is a figment of my imagination,
the person i've made myself,
is only in the ignorance of turning out like somebody else,
of having the dishonour and curse of being part of a family fueled by animosity,
the same attributes, the same nose, the same eyes, the same mannerisms,
no matter how hard I try to climb out of this hole and break the loop,
who am I if not following in my parents footsteps?
every step I have took leading to now has been guided by them anyhow,
so its only fairplay,
to pay them back for their care.
Sitting in the specialty clinic
when this big word is tossed
in our laps I watched my son
tumble flip play football soccer
tumble play baseball yes we all
knew he was short but now after
injury this unexpected diagnosis
I'm completely stunned hopeful
but how many surgeries bone loss
bone death I still can't pronounce
the word Achondroplasia never in
my vocabulary a form of dwarfism
normal size person with the hereditary
gene can have short bones in the foot
arms or fingers bones that are weak
soft dying degenerative bone loss when
I gave birth I counted ten toes ten
fingers who would dream of testing
degenerative bone loss passed down
from the father's gene we pray knowing
there is no cure so we gather research
therapeutic braces shoes and surgeries
god keep my family safe staying in my faith
Crimson hue, last stain of life with ears,
Ritual’s mark, from hunger and thirst earth drinks,
Thick and red, a crimson rain, that sacred flow!
Binding souls in eerie light and,
Draws like a moth to light.
Emotions, weightier than a thousand on a scale
Veiled in dark, that haunting stain in treaties.
“Blood is thicker than water”
I have
My grandmother's chin
When I sew and knot the thread
Her hands are mine
Her love is mine
when I dig my fingers in the roots
Of my garden
Her hands are mine
When I look at my eyes
I see the lines and think of her
Her love is mine
You are still there
But so is she
I look to her when I can't stand the sight of you
illnesses too tragic to mention
angrily parading through families
who will be the next victim?
changing your life greatly
obliterating
nonsensical
compelling
intense
pain
An amazing revelation that's hard to believe
Death happens daily, worldwide people grieve
It's actually hereditary
Can't escape being buried
Holy crap! Millions of us people bereave
I used to love the colour
Of my eyes
But now I look at the hue
And see you
And as I grow
So do the similarities
Between us
The lines on my forehead
The curve of my smile
The weight of my brow
It's yours
I wonder how much of me is mine
How much of me you've given,
And how much you've taken with you
When you left
Every mirror I look in
Is haunted by you
I hope I grow to see the truth instead
I hope to exorcise you from myself
This hate runs through my viens and out my mouth.
This *****litterally isn't good for my health.
My silence is my medicine,
Why share what trouble i've been in?
You were never there, and I mean really there.
You werent there to wipe my tears or fix my hair.
So don't tell me that you ever cared.
Hate has never ran so strong
For someone i barley knew all along
You were a figment of my imagination
and now your a real human creation.
your my dad?
How can you love me when you always so mad?
Its funny how you claim me
but you weren't there to raise me.
Being a dad is more than getting my mom knocked up
I'm sorry what im saying is so upfront.
But it was never you.
and sometimes I wish that *****you told me was true.
How you think I'm not yours.
I mean if you really don't want me
then let that *****be known
and I swear ill be gone.
It is me, or is it you?
You're the adult, I guess you choose.
You blame me? That's no surprise.
I should open up my eyes, shouldn't I?
When I look, the world I see;
It's different than it used to be.
Learning old and loving new,
I think some explanation's due.
You stay firm in your old ways,
Ode to time when time obeys.
Into new worlds, I stretch my hand;
The truth is you don't understand.
At least it seems you don't, because
You're barely more than Grandma was.
Did you ever disobey?
You never have, is what you say.
No one likes a liar, now--
Ashes, ashes, we all fall down.
Will we get farther than before?
Are old mistakes to be restored?
The vicious cycle: does it end?
Is this all simply pretend?
Things from now are nothing later;
To our wants we're doomed to cater.
Let's cover up the so-called sin,
Then everyone is sure to win.
The baddest things will keep emerging,
Won't die out; the battle's surging.
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