I have to admit
at times I am intellectually
lazy – settling for the thoughts
and leadership of others. Being
wrong is a heavy responsibility
when it comes to life and death.
When it comes to failure or success.
The chef knows the heartache of
a bad flavor. The captain, a sunk
ship. The father, no roof over his
family’s head. What must God think?
With infinite wells provided, and so few,
having the blessed opportunity, willing to
draw for themselves.
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"Youth is too often wasted on the young"
as Freedom on the Free!
Cognitive decline
follows chronic emotional neglect
Said the curious student
to teachers of dogma
Said the silenced sage
to muted musicians
Said the silenced voice
to the petrified dancer
Said the theologian
to exhausted bodhisattvas
Said the frustrated ecologist
to traumatized wiccan worshippers
Said the gospel sympathizer
to Old Testament victimizers
Said the scientific systems reformer
to irreligious deformers
Said the green-caste revivalist
to the caste abolishionist
Crown chakra abuse
follows root chakra neglect
because
Root chakra ignore
follows Crown chakra adore
Because my cognitive ethos decline
follows our chronically traumatized
eros neglect
As my disillusion
follows Earth's disempowerment
Re-cognizing humane ethotic decline
follows chronic divine erotic neglect
Not empowering transformation
not enlightening communication's
authentically engaging restoration
Intellectually sagacious incline
following polyamorously amusing
compassion.
Whiskey fueled words, a father's flawed design
Cut deep that night, a lesion that still defines
At sixteen, I was young, vulnerable and afraid
"Lose weight," he said, as if love had a weight to trade
He made a bet, a twisted, drunken test
A crude sum he'd pay if I passed his cruel quest
To shrink myself, to fit his mold and frame
Approval hinged on kilograms, a toxic, shameful game
"No one would want to marry you" words that stuck
A truth I'd found to be true, a heart that felt broken and rough
Now I hate mirrors, they show me the flaws
A constant reminder of the voice that says
"You're not enough, you have to change, you have to be more"
The wounds linger, a fragile self worth's toll
A memory that whispers, "You're not whole."
I see the weight I've carried long
A burden lifted, a new strength I've found
I'm learning to love the skin I'm in
Still struggling but getting better,
letting go of his sin
Intellectually I know, he was lost in drink and pain
and I am still finding my way, breaking the chain
Learning to love myself, flaws and all
Finding my voice, standing tall
Even if at times I slip and fall
I am God's daughter after all
Blacks as a whole
Are not as intelligent as Whites
Let alone Asians, but so what!?!
You may object, and resist
Even call it “racist” to say,
But it’s a fact of Nature.
Being less intellectually refined
Is a good thing though
Because it makes one better
At communicating
The simple bottom-line truths.
Truth, after all, isn’t about intellectual acuity,
It’s about what simply is,
And that’s something everyone can appreciate
Because it’s the truth.
(3/16/26)
The restraints of school can feel like jail,
there’s a mundanity to it.
I must plan my week’s every minute,
like God must have arranged atoms.
It’s the art of the small things,
where some minutes seem shorter than others
like atoms making different things
School is vibrant, intellectually stimulating
and stuffed, like a turkey, with a catalogue of
specific ideas that are new to me.
So I study them until, like an actor, I can recite them
as if on stage. But if a quiz is going to be ‘open notes,’
then it’s going to be an exacting b1tch .
And then there’s the waiting for outcomes (grades)
But I’m one of those girls
who sings shower songs
so bring it on.
.
.
A song for this:
Teddy Jam by guy
Numbers, abstractions and in other words
I prefer to teach math instead of English
Because fractions speak louder than verbs
God made the integers, all else is the work of man**
But Saint Augustine said
That you must have faith in order to understand
Numbers are abstraction you see
A symbol may be found on a chalkboard
They are not physical (they don't grow on a tree)
You only imbibe them intellectually
They run on into infinity
But you can catch them intuitively
So use the numbers
in daily life
Or before slumbers
They are something
you can count on
Reciting digits on your digits
[Sometimes] the countdown encumbers
Emotionally
Intellectually
Factually
(or)
Metaphorically
— say something
(Dreamsleep: October, 2025)
Been around the world
seen some strange sights in my time
and looking back
my favourite is a roadway sign
of yellow and black
viewed in the U.S.A.
which read
(intellectually challenged?)
'SLOW CHILDREN AT PLAY'
Been around the world
seen some strange sights in my time
and looking back
my favourite is a roadway sign
of yellow and black
viewed in the U.S.A.
which read
(intellectually challenged?)
'SLOW CHILDREN AT PLAY'
Intellectually and artificially
Can it be more worse, tell me unofficially
Why should we be managed for what
Bloody purpose to satisfy who’s plot
To tell you the truth
I miss my youth
I’m sorry this lesson to learn
But you feel the same
Here we go again
But thank God we shall never return
Away from this paradise lost
I can’t pay the required cost
Back to the paradise found
Scatter my ash on the ground
Whatever ground it may be
Doesn’t make any difference to me.
I often missed your whole being
You are always in my mind
I frequently kissed your picture
Intellectually in my mind
How I wish you are near
To a short distance away from San Francisco
I hold you close in my heart
And never be apart
Never forget that I am here
Waiting for you to return
To share the love for our kids
Share the love in the winds
Shouting I love you
Hope you can feel
Tomorrow you returned
Share our love with our kids
Poetry Form: Free Verse
Date Written: June 1st 2025
Time Written: 1:34pm
When you're intellectually credible but wicked to stupor,
The art of being off-topic marches alongside as your shadow.
As you spin tales, divert and mislead,
Truth becomes a distant, fading thread.
reality -
home, school
playground, job
in life everywhere we
are intellectually tested
t-rump -
an angry spoiled child
lost his billions and now
wants to rule the monopoly
game board with his farts
len
Reason rests upon faith
I am not into fideism
I'm not a fan of the Enlightenment
Or a Cartesian prison
Mr. Naturalist if you please
Show me where laws grow on trees
Or where numbers hide
And propositions are seen
So you believe what you see
Has anyone ever seen
An abstract entity?
Unbelieving scientists
Obscure and fudge the truth
All the theories they've put forth
Drowned in primordial soup
Liberals say anything goes
Then attempt to condemn a belief
That's as silly as a kleptomaniac
Claiming not to be a thief
Existentialism
Seems appealing
Equate God's thoughts
It has no meaning
Thinking God's thoughts
After Him we are commanded
In chance and luck you'll be stuck
Leaving you intellectually stranded
So how do we account for counting?
Is it antecedent steps of doubt?
When we experience epistemological self-consciousness
We can ask "Who let the dogmas out?"
Egyptian heroine
Beautifully clean
Intellectually acumen
Envied by many women
Loved gem exquisite emerald green
Mark Anthony's lovely queen.
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