As below, and
So on top
And so it seems
The whole has got
To give its soul
Over to, ego and control;
For it is the team
That is the biggest fink,
And for the many
It would seem
The individual, is
The weakest link.
I'm such a strange individual,
Sometimes I'll parade with a smile,
Other times stewing and curled into a ball.
I'm such a wounded individual,
Yearning for love like a neglected child,
With wrinkles of her own.
I'm such a weird individual,
Wherever I notice everyone going,
I run from there and am called to isolation.
I'm such a timeblind individual,
Existing in this world of realities,
Floating inbetween as timezones shift.
I'm such a contradictory individual,
Intellectual and intuitive but naive,
Timeless and aging simultaneously.
I'm such a human individual,
Navigating the realms again,
Knowing not how many times she's been here before.
MD
I think I'm cool ~ that's what counts
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
INDIVIDUAL FUNCTIONS-:-
ultimate
counterpoised
criteria
logically
conceived
now HOLDING SWAY
formulate
clear
concepts
equating
self-knowledge
with CONCEPTS OF PURITY
feelings
invoke
originality
innocently
echoed
The river bends,
the wind shifts.
I follow
without maps,
and I arrive.
The online harms act..Is overpreforming currently, ute Rumble and I guess other free expression platforms or channels, will not allow content viewing
From the U K, due to the horrible ofcom
Enforcer unit, of the totalitarian government 'for the time insitu' it may now
Be that poetry soup, shall turn out my only
Channel to gauge world events, anx to interact with world events.' This is a grim and sobering epoch..' A band of ideaoligical dwarfs has hands on control
And command structures, and has chosen
To nose dive the whole country.'
What is the goose without the flying vee?
Solitary, ugly, fleeing frost alone,
Beating wings without respite as the gale comes on,
Trying not to feel the winter in his bones.
And yet, and still, he hears the solitary calling:
"Transcend, traverse, fly on alone!"
Pushing the horizon to its limit,
Sucking the marrow from life's bones.
The unknown lonely waits, blue yonder question.
To stay, to seek, to yearn, and still to feel.
Only he can know what lies ahead,
And, helmsman craft in one, he must decide.
she stands at the podium
smiling that kind of smile
you only learn after
too many mirrors and not enough truth.
every word that leaves her mouth
sounds like a coin dropping in a machine
that’s already broken.
she waves her hand
like she’s swatting away
the stink of her own sentences—
but the air just thickens,
and the room begins to choke.
you can’t actually believe it,
can you, sweetheart?
those polished lies,
those press-release fairy tales
made from the bones of the poor—
you sell them like perfume
and call it patriotism.
I’ve seen hustlers with more honesty
in a bar at closing time,
men bleeding truth into their beers
while she stands there
selling corruption
like it’s the latest fashion
out of D.C. culture.
she talks about freedom
with the leash in her hand,
about honor
with both palms dirty.
and still—
some fools will clap,
because the light hits her just right,
because the lie sounds better
than the life they’re living.
but the rest of us,
the ones down here
with cracked knuckles and rent due,
we know a con when we see one—
and hers reeks
of the White House carpet
and the devil’s perfume.
Different People, Different Personalities
There's different people with different personalities that make up who they are
Different experiences and choices that left untold scars
You have people who are introverted and or extroverted in association
Some give direct eye contact and others look away in conversation
There are those who are very opinionated while others fight battles from within
For some it takes alot to push their buttons while others are thin skin
The spotlight is very much desired by some while others feel a bit shy
You have those who just do what their told but others who ask why
You have those who break laws and would step on people's feelings
When it comes to helping other's you have those who are willing
We're different in race, height, weight and color
Some raised in families and others by a single mother
Many live on social media while others want privacy
Some live carefree while others die from anxiety
All these different personalities making up a generation
While having similar feelings and emotions in every nation
i think that even if i were to change,
nothing else would
i think there will always be something
wrong with me
no matter how normal i look
why should anyone recognize me anyway? my bright pink hair
doesn’t make me less dull
i try to ignore the laughs, the stares, the outward thoughts of people thinking,
“what a weird *!”
i really cannot blame them;
i think the same thing
do these people really not care what anyone thinks of them?
perhaps i am strange in the way that my brain allows me to
still think with individuality
i want to go home where everyone tells me they hate my stupid hair instead of
just staring at me until i figure it out
Here lies Zenani among the first rains.
May her spring, thoughts and hands enrich our brains.
June 15, 2010
(Zoleka Mandela's daughter, Zenani died at the age of 13, in a car accident in 2010. Zenani died two days after her birthday, in a car accident, while on her way home from the World Cup concert in Soweto.)
Identical twins,
but only physically:
Each has their own mind:-
Trampled Wills
Do you want something? Own ideas?
That’s a problem! You cannot live alone!
Are you an individual? That’s a crime!
You cannot have your own will and
consciousness, ideas, dreams, goals
You can’t be yourself, you have a ruler
You are a slave to a science. Human-made
This is the dark age. Foggy. Psychologically
The sun died. God became an exile
We are controlled and monitored animals
This is the darkness
We become zombies
In the Bible, Jesus said
Wolves come in sheep’s clothing
People who have been made…
Hopeless are waiting for the hope
“I am your hope, I save you!
Just do what I want of you!
Just follow all my instructions.”
Say it with a false, friendly smile
In a lambwhite cloak
The Foggy Psychology
You are
Money
Today I’m grateful for individual courage…
as the bravest among us have always known
It is easy to stand with a crowd..
but it takes courage to stand alone.
"To be or not to be?"
Such a loaded question...
for some, indeed, choose
not to be, what others would
have them write;
not to pen where
others set and wallow~
(ears, eyes and hearts
tuned to personal, less classical
lyrical mystery) --
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Who knows?
Yesterday's HG Wells
perhaps
tomorrow's science diction.
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