People called me timid
Because I go slowly
Moving step by step
According to the
Rhythms of nature
Because I believe in
The law of balance.
I do my best then relax
I don't try to force things
I always go easy on me
Zechariah 4:6, not by might,
Nor by power, but by thy spirit
Aggression births digression
Digression hinders progression.
Clarity yields results
Self hostility hinder prosperity
You're your own resolution
Endow yourself with worth
Not desperation for results
Be determined with the process
Time is the ultimate guide
Do it according to your pace.
So many homes are devastated!
So many souls are grieving!
And so much distress is created!
But what are these sick creatures achieving?
Nothing but uncontrollable anger
That will spread like wildfire.
And its effects will linger
As nobody will be able to appease this ire.
Is violence acquired or innate?
Is it a reaction or a trait?
Is it our decision or our fate?
Watch out before it gets too late!
Whatever the basis is, nobody is at ease
With this decimating, psychological disease.
Aggression is spreading everywhere,
Causing anguish, fear and despair.
Where’s our right to peace?
When is this hostility to cease?
Isn’t there an efficient cure
To relieve people of what they have to endure?
There must be a resolution
That peace is the best solution.
Yes, there must be a resolution
That peace is the best solution.
Some never find wrongdoing
in one of their own
no matter the proof shown
or how many whistles are blown
they circle the wagons close ranks
deny any and all culpability
then compound the issue
by defending duplicity with verbal hostility
but Detective Inspector Quasimodo
could solve a crime before lunch
he'd secure the scene collect clues examine the evidence
and would bust the culprit just on a hunch
However flash need a dash of humility
Whenever rash need a splash of civility
If ever brash need panache & nobility
However much ability can be a liability
Forever a proclivity for mental fragility
Senility forget the limits of their capability
When you flunk debunk the junk of hostility
Abash at that dash and lash was just trash
To really become cricketing divinity for infinity
If you blow make a hash of it show a bit of humility
The Black Sea of Hostility**
I express no willingness to engage in the metaphorical black sea of hostility. It is a misconception to believe that individuals are born with fractured souls; rather, such conditions develop throughout one’s life.
One enters this world devoid of sin, possessing innate virtues and qualities. However, I am not inclined to accept an invitation to your table, where the tablecloth is whiter than the pristine blanket of snow on Monsanto Lake. I will not participate in such gatherings.
Your opulent Gorham silverware glimmers, reminiscent of clusters of grapes hanging from a mountain. Nevertheless, I remain disinterested in both swimming in this sea or dining at a table rooted in animosity.
The children raised in this environment are instructed to disdain the clergy. Meanwhile, violence stains the streets of northern communities as politicians indulge in lavish dinners costing $2,000 per plate. One must question who is safeguarding the gates of moral decay.
The realm of politics is indeed tumultuous.
Oh, my Lord! I'm quite a lonely lamb;
I know not which womb I've come from!
What I speak and do creates hostility.
I know not the difference between
Good and bad, as l learnt it not as a child
Resting my head in my mother's lap!
Having no parent to guide me rightly,
I request you to be by my side always,
And teach me the ways of the world!
Show me the right track to travel on;
Give me the wisdom to be righteous
In my outward expressions, while I speak,
And in my inward reflections, while I think!
Save me from becoming the laughing stock,
And set me to be the apple of people’s eye;
For I crave to taste the bliss of true love!
What Matters Most to Me.
What's in my heart, to see
What matters most to me.
It is really hard
To stand outside the yard.
A most welcome relief
The demise of sad grief.
That has made us ponder,
What has changed. I wonder
This thing that still exist
Time of strife that persist
In our daily life cries,
Helpless innocence dies
What matters most to me;
That everyone gets back
To their normal everyday life.
No more selfish greed,
No more hostility and strife,
No more angst, confusion and panic
An end to the COVID-19.
3/30/2020
You came in my line of sight and I knew I would appreciate you right. Your heart was full of untrust, worry, sadness unseen... I became enraged for anyone ever treating you unkindly, or mean. Years pass I gave you part of mine... I SO DO NOT apologize for your vision became clearer when one tried to rob you blind. You had a heart of hostility I embraced it with pure love that you have not even known
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