Out of line sometimes life's events don't always rhyme and if I hear hey bro the line is over here, um going to lose it, throw a fit and then maybe get inline. In line out of line online all these lines still nothing straight.Lines-you going to make it, heard that line so many times it rhymes.you may not like it when I start cussing and again tell me sir you out of line..no worries today I will acknowledge that I am out of line no worries tomorrow I will get online, inline do rhyme cause yesterday I needed that.. I was . . .
Billions of beams,
Stream from The Sun.
Attaching itself to everyone,
And everything,
Living and Breathing.
Projecting a design,
So Complex and Divine,
Our bodies the end of the line.
Reflections in time,
Brilliant waves of Sunshine,
Defining our out line,
As we Design the inside.
Inline with being Happy,
The Ride Runs smoothly.
More Soothing,
Navigating the terrain,
Of this Physical plane.
Always present,
Enjoying,
Abundant Campaigns.
Through Our tests and trials,
Sadness and Smiles,
Shining on you all the while.
Running through unaware,
The power of its loving snare.
You're under its care,
Guides you just right,
It loves to share it's Light.
Showing it's might,
It Doesn't want a fight.
Take delight in knowing,
The sun is glowing,
Growing with you,
Flowing with existence.
ALL Thanks to Consciousness,
Navigating through,
A reflection of time,
Expanding its design,
Right through YOU.
The afternoon was spent calulating
what would be misfortune to millions
as he calulated the winnings from
the online " Hoss lottree Game"
the odds were in his favor and
nanometers in the visible spectrum
wave lengths and frequencies
inline turbine which flows
he stood at the bbq pit a master with
a spatula in his hand bragging about
his odds and days later we found him right and rich!
He won and won big, from there he created
The Capstone Grill and invested in
Stemcell Meat production. Helping to create
a culture were affordalie meat
would be sold to masses of people
as an alternative to animal meat and protiens.
From the book Music Lover
Songs by Chancey
Do you think you have a right to actually intrude
as if you have the right to say what children they produce
your objection a flash in the pan and you’ve nothing to lose
just ensuring you deny the individuals right to choose
enslaving them in your mindset now that is called abuse
talking with the moral high ground that is legally refused
when the individual knows what’s best and you haven’t a clue
because you have no right to involve yourself in what they do
enslaving people mentally to keep them inline with you
America boast it’s freedom that it always denies too
slaves in the land of the free and abortion laws are true
Don't kill yourself
I beat my chest
I decided I will not be nothing
Lesser than who I am
There is no other way of existence
I know
I cant be a photocopy when I am the original
I have been watching the world in silence
I see how troubles never end
I see how my people are used
I can't with hold my pen for humanity sake
I hate to be perfect
The life I live dont deserve it
Cos am not inline with vanity
So when I beat my chest
I was ready to wear the lenses of a chosen soul
This is difficult to kill
Don't kill yourself
The world will never end
But can only transform
We either can live or we die
So why dying too young for nothing
When you can be the author of your worth
I once said I hate to be perfect
Cos I don't play a game of perfection
I only involve
I only exist
I am only just a blood body and a soul
So if I must be far from your understanding
Don't forget the rain falls on everyone's roof
So don't kill yourself over
What is possible to live without
Unwanted for hire
Minimal money desired
I am gifted and hold a degree
Posted it plainly, for all to read
I'm Experienced in degrading deeds
come spend a dime your inhibitions are freed
I'll hear your heartaches, I'll hear your sin
I'll speak to no one about where you have been
Things that happen but aren't often seen
Corrupted, disrupted, I am a queen
some call me degenerate, some call me kind
yet there those who'll give money still waiting inline
Ancestors
The poet's daughter
and the painter's son
found true love
in each other's arms.
Together they were married.
Their children were many,
their hearts were full.
The land became better,
as love was known by all.
They danced before the King.
They laughed joyously,
at the very miracle of their lives.
Words were written,
to share and pass down.
Pictures were drawn,
to give life to yesterday,
while keeping inline
with tomorrow.
Later their children
would tell their stories
again,
and again.
Their children...
would do the same.
The common thread of connection,
tended to by the Keeper of the garden
we all walk within,
during every season...
of our lives.
Jesus, Christ our Savior, was born
in a stable in Bethlehem.
A shining star led three wise men to
a babe lying in a manger
where angels trumpeted His birth.
And shepherds tending their flocks
were drawn to that same stable
by that same spectacular star.
And leaving their flocks in the fields,
they too, went to see this miraculous sight.
But, Christ was
born to save sinner's souls;
Jesus knew His destiny was
to suffer for Man's sins and die.
Peaching to the Jewish people,
He taught them how to pray
and love one another in peace.
But the Romans, along with the Pharisees,
crucified Him for this.
His Mother cried at his feet,
helpless to prevent His death.
And yet, as He died,
He called out to God, "forgive them,
for they know not what they do."
His body was placed in a tomb,
inline with Jewish practice.
And soldiers sealed it with a large stone,
placing guards to ensure it stayed shut.
But on the third day, it rolled away,
and Christ rose from the dead;
His Divinity confirmed,
as the Son of God
and the Savior of Mankind.
(Free Verse)
04/06/2022
Easter Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh
You feel trapped
Locked in a desolate world on your own
Stuck inside a troubled mind
Feeling lost, wandering alone
You wonder how this happened
You ask, “why me?”
All the confusion; the pressure
The unbridled stress and anxiety
But there's good news in this world
The battle, is not you
It's the thoughts in your mind
The problem, is you thought they were true
So listen, don't attach to the words
Now clarify the pictures you see
New perspectives emerge
Images inline with reality
The internal world can be traumatic
It can appear to be callus and unkind
But when you realize you are holding the key
Liberation, is just a matter of unlocking your mind
Tears of sorrow stream from my eyes
as I sit on a small patch of green grass
they call a park and gaze upon never-ending fields
of concrete meadows filled with cars
surrounded by a brown river of floating fish
near the forest of steel, where people live
gathering everything they can hold
sold to them by faceless machines
that has no soul
beneath a sky once overflowing with birds
filled now with hollow tubes of seated people
in a hurry from tethered reasons of purpose
lost in the crushing moments of passing minutes
that steal their days with the chatter of empty sound
keeping them trapped in a world of illusion
crossing oceans once filled with an abundance
now lingering on the edge of Apocalypse
filled with garbage and plastic
stressed with the unchecked harvest of fish
to a point of no return
colored by the slimy dark fluids from ships
which clutter its surface like so many insects
Everyone knows Everyone sees
yet resign themselves to their internal drudgery
clinging to their place inline
fought for as if it was freedom
all struggle with reason all wonder
what is to come
2/13/16 re-posted 9/25/21
The path may be rocky
The mountains may be high
But what stands in our way
Is strength of our I
The I is our image
The I is our esteem
The I is contingent
On the thoughts that make me
If my thoughts are inline
With the words I say
Peace can occur
The I works that way
If my thoughts and my words
Conflict in my mind
The strength of the I
Makes me weaker over time
The best way to live
Is to be what you say
To do what you love
And to help others along the way
The path will be rocky
The mountains will be high
The only thing standing in our way
Is the strength of the I
I wonder if God has a religion
I know God is one
I know God is love
I know he abide in unity
I know he exist in peace
I know he is not divided
I know his humour is divine
I know he is not of wars
I know he is truth
Yes he is the light
I wonder if God has a religion
I knew God is protective
I know he is a comforter
I know he is a giver
I know he bless the world
I know he is a solution
I know he is divine
I know he is never brutal
I know he is a grantor
And if you in all your religious
Beliefs are not inline with this
Ways of God
Please spear me your religion cos
I wonder if God has a religion
Switch inline in the wake of light,
The Illumination engulving our ray,
Bringing rain of no self ignite,
The perpetual light we all do pray.
Oh! Pa Emmanuel Abiodun is gone.
One whose heart is so tender as sheep
Loving all with no self known
In glory he's self made cheap.
Who could have known the day
For us to've wore Elijah's garment to switch the time
Not minding the cost of what to pay
This wouldn't have been, haven't ceased the time.
Alas! Let not our brains switch bellow the feet
For manufacturer knows the expiration of his product yet he lies
The D-day is a mystery in our heart
Adiye irana kinse ohun ajegbe not to make ties.
See oh see them roll up in the sky
In purity they sing praise of the great maker
Fully robed in white not the priests of Justitia
Bowing to our king and maker.
Lori-iro our affection is shown
Not that our widow's mite was glorified
Be it, the heritage of them in six feet wouldn't be down
None to be blamed as it's a normal trend.
Come on dear beloved ones
To hear what the preacher is set to say
Rend your heart not as clothes to repentance
For all you do, you pay.
Oh! this world is not our home
Adieu!
Take a review from head to toe,
Looking long into the mirror
see the rings around your eyes tattoo.
See, your body already covered,
Painted with the aches and pain.
marked by anxious, invisible ink,
on every inch, stress stretch over bare skin,
taking away joy and leave pain for a living.
With eyes weeping to heart beating.
living is overexerting every fiber within,
yesterday's memories are etched alone,
Droplets of wishes found in a single file
The pain of living I not enjoyable
among the souvenirs that you own,
Some days are more tolerable
When the sun was young and fine
And summer lights waited inline
long hours passing by passively
waiting for the moon and stars to shine.
With a collection of refining fantasy
that made you smile, and go into a trance
so, your life could have closure
Among the few special friends
meaningful enough without romance.
They crucified Him as His Mother cried
at his feet, helpless to prevent His death.
And yet, He called out to God as He died
to forgive their souls, with His final breath.
His body was cleansed and placed in a tomb,
inline with Jewish practice at the time.
Wrapped in linen-cloth, with oils and perfume,
His mutilated corpse was made sublime.
Soldiers sealed the tomb up with a large stone,
placing guards to ensure that it stayed closed.
But on the third day, it moved, as though thrown,
and Christ rose, His Divinity disclosed.
Jesus died humiliated and scorned,
but no other death; was ever more mourned.
(Sonnet)
04/12/2020
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