I tried to ask you a question,
But I can't remember what it was.
Once I looked into your eyes,
My mind was filled with fuzz.
Your beauty is grand and unique
And is able to incapacitate me.
I've witnessed nothing in my life
That would compare to your beauty.
I believe you're a wonder of the world.
God was showing off when he made you.
Only Athena could match your power
Over men and how you can subdue.
I'm not sure if you're some goddess,
You're not mortal, that's easy to see.
You're some higher power or entity,
It's the only explanation there can be.
At the ascension of the crystal
Stair of humanity, I embrace the totality of each step, each more carefully navigated. The creaking of uncertainty and discord from previous steps flashes before my thoughts, as each leg is lifted only to be forgotten amongst the dynamic placement of each foothold,with any of aforementioned merely a faded picture within loquacious movement, but a mirror with no reflection, for there is no looking back into conquered darkness only a transition up the staircase to a familiar void, desolate yet forthcoming At the same time. Levels become legality of stride each one freeing up, making up, reinvigorated me,keeping my mind on constant guard of the attack , for the mountain top, has a valley in which this ascension can't and won't be, nor will it incapacitate, for I will never be God willing a reprobate mind or soul, elevation has its whole. And may this staircase take me to every blessing and aspect earned and deserved, allowing personification in every word.
Lamar a. Williams Sr.
After imbibing the humbling blend
Constituting the mystical knowledge
And the techniques of martial art
Dr Strange awakened his third eye
Became a powerful sorcerer.
He derived his supernatural power
From the energy of the universe
Acquiring high level of mastery
Over magic to shape and manipulate
Tangible concept of energy as mystic artifacts.
He could also cast numinous spells
By the entrancing miraculous mechanism
Of the specific formula of destruction
With the obtained fiery energy
He was capable to incapacitate his enemy.
Against Dracula, the emperor of the undead
Dr Strange, the supreme sorcerer
Applied the Montesi formula
Destroying the vampires by spell that broke
Reviving them for the clash to continue.
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August 31, 2022
Contest : Doctor Strange Spells
Sponsored by : Robert James Liguori
Captain America was a super-hero,
but he needed a strong shield
for protection against enemy attacks,
and he used a triangular one for a long while.
Replacing the over-used old one,
President Roosevelt presented him
a circular shield made of alien metal vibranium,
given by the King of Wakanda.
The disc-shaped shield was indestructible,
for it had unique vibration absorption property,
saving the Captain from life-threatening attacks,
helping him to incapacitate the Red Skull.
The legendary shield created history,
after Captain’s death one replica was kept in museum,
another was buried with him,
until he was resurrected from suspended animation.
The shield can be construed as a symbol,
created by the invincible spirit of man
for protection by the screen of faith in God
against the evils of the world.
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July 24, 2022
Contest : Captain America's Shield
Sponsored by : Robert James Liguori
Let me tell you a story of faith
and contradiction along the road.
Where one's beauty equaled belief,
And its performance was a strict code.
Garments were of little use,
As she would never feel the cold.
While her skin gave her all the protection,
It would seldom feel old.
Her message to be delivered,
Was that beauty was in all that were seen.
Because God didn't create ugly,
That was mankind's to demean.
With innocence as her virtue, the
Conviction was inherited, and served as pain.
Though it would never incapacitate,
Only provide fuel to abstain.
When this conflict was understood,
And grace would rise above the rest.
The faith that was displayed, gave
Those to wonder, with dreams to test.
' Journey '
We have these intricate, anonymous conspiracies,
That no one in public seem to own.
So they remain invisible in the mind of the
Imaginary, while they cast the first stone.
Yet its venom spreads slowly,
As it cripples to incapacitate.
While truth begs for an antidote,
Through a confessional of hate.
As identity remains in mystery, the
Contributions claimed are leftover to brew.
Fermenting slowly, while steeping its fear,
Into a recipe that many consume to construe.
Rans nets, which bind and trap.
Ensnare and incapacitate all who swim in the oceans of life
I tangle thy golden skeins.
Your pearlescent webs that move in the voids between the 9 dimensions.
Your webs of final fate that float and dance between the worlds.
Ensnaring everybody in the 9 planes and all existences
may your golden Webs ensnare the wrongs
done to me and right them.
Indecision and weakness, selfishness and recklessness
Invade our personalities and sap from our souls stamina
When fleas, lice and bedbugs feed on our foolishness
Panel beating us flat and horizontal into the lamina
Mosquitoes, leeches, bacteria, plasmodia and viruses our bodies incapacitate
Leaving our mangy bodies vulnerable
As though we inadvertently chose to precipitate
Crises and conundrums that disable
Our broken bodies
Blowing them first left next right
When high energy eddies
Steal and peel our birthright
When fellow sinners despite their burdens
Join us in solidarity
As we fumble, grumble and stumble in the sorrow gardens
Where hypocrites look down on the majority
Communicate without speaking
Wincing at the sorrows they wish they knew
Quitting from burdens of life and quaking
Would render us inferior to the shrew
Who despite her smaller size put up a brave show
To grant us comfort and support
As we dodge the low blow
Fate strikes in a determined effort us from life to export and deport.
Nothing flies faster than ‘them say’; ‘them say’
Mystical wingless words
Weaponised within democratic state
Such freedom to incapacitate the state
Them say; them say’
A malicious tool
Against one; against all
Idealism against truth
Built within human wits
For hatred and threats
Do you remember what they said?
And they said
Yes; No
Hmm…! So I heard
Said by none
And it kept flying without wings
To nooks and crannies
Changing taste
Just a baseless propaganda
Na who talk em?
A common say to say
So I hear em; Na them say em
And confusion confuses all
The last was so strong to hold
Hmm, it horrified the loins
Them say e happen the way e happen
And we were all thrown into mystification
The tongue's mystery
The heart's backdoor of the laughing stock
In his furtive,serpentine tongue lodges
The tongue straightaway of the highbrow,brainiac
In his beating,locked up heart camouflages
Many a foot does stumble,vacillate and actually fall
Withstand against all the odds,above all
A lapsus does incapacitate and intention reveal
Prompts irreparable mischiefs elusive to heal
Legitimate ! A tongue isn't in itself a flinty bone
Yet could fragment relics doubtable to atone.
“THE WORLD OF VIBRATION”
My dear siblings and pals;
I enjoin you all, to vibrate when you have the cause;
In proper scrutiny, I have come to apt conclusion that;
This is a world of vibration, validly, when it’s tumultuous;
Because a time will come, when you will become incapacitate;
And your vibration becomes vague!
I tell you…, the hall- mark of your every-day prayer will be;
As fast it could be, to kiss the generous mother earth.
Oh! my extinct love,
secretively killing me,
Incapacitate.
It's fun- a reason
Having this sort of ennui
Love stabbed...piece of heart
Penetrating deep within
It hurts...so vulnerable.
Like brain-twisting poetry
numb...feeling of nothingness
no meter- nothing to write
so incompetent.
*jun-jun villanueva
Love me for I am imperfect
I am not kind for I am a sinner
I am not disciplined for I am rude
I am not a good leader for I am not a good follower
I am not matured for I am thinking differently
I am not serious for I do not take all seriously
I am not simple for I am dreaming for bigger things
I am not intelligent for I am an idiot
I am not open-minded because I've never been understood
I am not open-handed for I am selfish
I am not a hardworking man for I am lazy
I am not handsome for I am fat
I am not powerful for I am weak
I am incapacitate for I cannot do such things
I am not rich and famous for I am poor
I am forgettable for I am a non-sense being
I am not lovable for I am not being loved
But love me for I am imperfect
Because I will do every perfect things only for you...
Forgive all the lofty sins his ancestors did,
Forget their worship of carvings lifeless and mute,
And show compassion to the African child;
Supply his daily bread and enough to drink,
Cloth his nudity and shoe to cover his feet,
And give him hope and help him think
Of tomorrow, and dreams adequate to accomplish a feat;
At least to end his ancestors lethargy.
Defend him against the spite of this tyrannical world;
Smite all that deny him bread
And blight any that may make sport of his low estate;
Strike with fright and numbing dread
All that may rejoice in his fate.
Paralyze with lightning his haters and molesters,
Deafen with thunder that block his feeble course;
Incapacitate with leprosy all despotic masters
That enslave his muscle and sinew.
Hear Lord this my prayer for the African child
His suffering alleviate that it be a little mild;
All that increase it I pray you torment all the more,
And I'm your faithful servant Hannington Mumo!
Care to whisper? Care to cry?
This heart is incapacitate, hollow and dry
A thousand wishes, flew like feathers
Beyond this brood canvas sky
Be you mine and I shall sing
A lullaby of charm tingling
Beneath the old forgotten tree
Wistful dream of sugar-coated lies
Endowed with soft persuasive banter
How did you reach me with skillful silence?
Rob my face from underneath my feet
Kill me with tender illicit glimpse
Unknown by many, but heart to heart alone
Bending binds that entangles in faith
Breeding rage, feeding vengeance
The candle that is lit flickers in shiver
Fearing its abominable end, dauntingly premature
It will never come, this heart insists
Alas, no one can be sure if the virus persists
Heaving in parasitical overture, spreading with nonchalant defiance
Feasting upon vision of triumph, where one that burns,
Burns no more
What is left then, my dear?
Just you and me, in this abysmal silence
A cavernous gap nonetheless, preaching baseless
Beauty, radiating shades of elusive splendour
What is left for you, me…?
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