Out of patience and sick of waiting,
I just want to get out and socialize.
Despite what I want to go and do,
Need to be smart and safe when I do.
I’m not going out like the Florida fools,
Or chilling with friends by the pool.
I just want to get out of the freaking house,
I’ve never been good at lying around.
Some of us can remain sheltered full time,
Others are bored as hell in these times.
Some people are so driven by fear,
Won’t go anywhere no matter how near.
Can’t live life trapped in a bubble,
That doesn't mean go and form huddles.
Can’t close yourself off from society,
That’s like internalizing personal anxiety.
The end of an era is near,
Collapsing like a falling bottle of beer
Sterilizing, internalizing the drunken horde
Never again shall there be a day like it
As the waves crash we near its shores
One front in front of the other
The land feels different
More stable
Silence beckons as seagulls flock in form
End of shores
I can. I do. I will. I am.
I repeat this.
Just try! Someone yells.
Trying never works, I argue.
I can. I do. I will. I am.
Internalizing things always works.
Even if you fail….
Failing is not in my vocabulary I argue.
I can successfully do or I can successfully realize it is not for me.
Trying is a word I refuse to acknowledge.
Trying and I can’t.
Two things I never say.
I can. I do. I will. I am.
Confidence alive and well here.
Shavous, True to Us
Rosh Hashanah of Fruits,
Literally, When Tree Fruit Blossoms,
Figuratively, Free Do-It Creativitus,
Earth was Created for Man's,
Improvement by Applicus,
Of Torah Chiddush Wisdoms!
1st 2,000 Years were Barren "Tohu"-ous,
Post Har Sinai, Inventous Peoples' Brainstorms,
Thus, Mortals, Sans Angels, Torah "Safeguardous",
Since Only Man Could Mind Contradictions,
Possible True Welfare, Wedding Any Multiple Versus,
Rambam's "Shalom Emes": Torah in Stark Distinction,
To Other Beliefs' Messages to Us,
To Wit, Feelings Define Right Action,
By Contrast to Absolute "True or Falsous",
Over & Over, the "Nachas", Cunning Deception,
Pulling the Wool Over the Righteous!
Shavous, also Rosh Hashanah of Learning,
Judgment on Next Year's Acquiring Torah,
Thus, Instead of Flailing, Earning,
Internalizing in that We "Soar-ah",
Satisfying Wings Earnest Yearning,
By Disowning Olam HaZeh Mesorah,
Of Narashkeit Replaced by The Discerning,
Taryag Sensitivities, the Infinite Aura,
Held Back Since Creation's Beginning,
Antidote to Amelek, A "What Ails Cure-a",
Elevating Our Commitment is like Lightning,
Flash Flaming a Gourmet Flambé Endura!
The melody of harmony
Plays the cooperation of many different parts,
The blend includes conflict,
That moves us towards growth,
The blend includes darkness, the bass that
Holds the depth.
I carry the tune with a whistle
That only speaks the melody...
But I play the song over and over at home,
Enjoying the mix of varied components,
Internalizing each make separately ...
Listen to you life... Follow every portion...
The ingredients combine to make a dish...
Together cooked beats the sounds...
The chorus seasons the sound of the message...
What does it have to say?
My chorus:
This is too familiar of a bad place
Don't let the trickery fool you
Thank God the reminants left their trace
Awareness has gotten the light through
The harmony Sings over the top:
God is working... Working you through
God provides support... Let them support you
I've fallen in love with the harmony.
It's melody carries the message
And it speaks the heart of my song...
He tills within the buzzard's flight
this cruel land he calls his home,
ewe and wether, milk and bucket,
broken spirit, ne'er to roam.
He's stuck for good, the sacraments
will guide him, right and wrong,
gone his hopes, and his compassion,
save for the lapwing's mournful song.
Courted by the country lasses,
love can't penetrate this soul,
pain and grief his only parents,
loneliness his only goal.
Mother, father, gone to dust now,
confidants who'd calm his fears,
struggling with a heavy heart,
internalizing all his tears.
It's back to digging, discompacting
stones and boulders from the earth,
working 'til there's no more sunlight,
Wales, inaugurator of his birth.
Battling the elements he
stretches every bone,
every muscle, every sinew,
'til exhaustion brings him home.
Ne'er a smile adorns his visage,
there simply is no time for this,
haggard, careworn, slave to nature,
racked by weather's wantonness.
Two weeks gone, and there they find him,
cradled by the wind and rain,
cadavered and condemned to fester,
never to be harmed again.
Ever winding, ever circling
Flow to the centre and back again
The ripples create their own world
Internalizing your pain
Remembering a Lover
Moments within seconds
Centering down.... Slowing my breath
Spirit touches spirit
The softness of your lips
Sensation of your tight embrace
Faint memory of your sweeter scent
Ever winding
Ever circling.......flow to the centre and
Back
Again...............
He tills within the buzzard's flight
this cruel land he calls his home,
ewe and wether, milk and bucket,
broken spirit, ne'er to roam.
He's stuck for good, the laws of nature
guide him, be they right or wrong,
gone his hopes and his compassion,
save for the curlew's mournful song.
Courted by the country lasses,
love can't penetrate this soul,
pain and grief his only helpmeets,
daily toil his only goal.
Mother, father, gone to dust now,
confidants who'd calm his fears,
struggling with a heavy heart,
internalizing all his tears.
It's back to digging, discompacting
stones and boulders from the earth,
working 'til there's no more sun
in Wales, the cradle of his birth.
Striving 'gainst the elements
he stretches every nerve and bone,
every muscle, every sinew,
'til exhaustion brings him home.
Ne'er a smile adorns his visage,
there simply is no time for this,
haggard, careworn, slave to nature,
racked by weather's wantonness.
Two weeks gone, and there they find him,
chided by the wind and rain,
cadavered and condemned to fester,
never to be sad again.
Sorting of them daily occurring problems
at our Gadgados human resources office
can be a big headache a bore or hilarious
it could be complicated or easily solvable
many an agent being apathetic to the problem
ends up internalizing a problem.. owning problem
we deal with humans beings.. we agents feel too
the pain the anguish we perceive the distress going
going through our clients minds as we try to help
the rule of solving the problem is don't own the problem
understand the problem and do your best to solve it but
don't become a part of the existing problem by internalizing
but dealing with people you cant avoid making it your own
at times it gets one... too down feeling your almost quitting
you have to remind yourself you're in the service industry
called to help the clients and customers.. its more of a calling
than its' an occupation or work where you earn a livelihood..
many a day you are tested and tested to your limits and beyond
you hold on for you are the pillar of strength at the human resources.
lewis k nyaga
INDIA 2014.
Inclusive and internalizing for ages
New-tech-nation of Nirvana-seeking sages
Democratic but mired in dissent that rages.
Integrity its new ‘mantra’; equality
And liberty , watchwords , along with amity.
Inheriting a great heritage from a hoary past
Grabbing modernity’s gifts, it is growing fast.
Form: Acrostic
07 Apr 14.
For Kim Merryman's contest.
He tills within the buzzard's flight
this cruel land he calls his home,
ewe and wether, milk and bucket,
broken spirit, ne'er to roam.
He's stuck for good, the laws of nature
guide him, be they right or wrong,
gone his hopes and his compassion,
save for the curlew's mournful song.
Courted by the country lasses,
love can't penetrate this soul,
pain and grief his only helpmeets,
daily toil his only goal.
Mother, father, gone to dust now,
confidants who'd calm his fears,
struggling with a heavy heart,
internalizing all his tears.
It's back to digging, discompacting
stones and boulders from the earth,
working 'til there's no more sun
in Wales, the cradle of his birth.
Striving 'gainst the elements
he stretches every nerve and bone,
every muscle, every sinew,
'til exhaustion brings him home.
Ne'er a smile adorns his visage,
there simply is no time for this,
haggard, careworn, slave to nature,
racked by weather's wantonness.
Two weeks gone, and there they find him,
chided by the wind and rain,
cadavered and condemned to fester,
never to be sad again.
the sun awoke this morning with only thoughts of shining solely on your lands.
absorb all you can of it's lifegifts and power,
as i am;
allowed to share in it's glory with you.
the stars crept into my room last night and slid beneath my eyelids,
and i didn't notice them until i caught them this morning dancing on my irises.
they told me you had sent them-
that a moment's rest sent your soul to the heavens,
and you gathered them,
and brought them to me.
you brought me new vision.
the properties of third dimensional living are no longer vague,
but an acknowledgement of things past.
i hope i can now return to you these gifts given;
that what was meant to be will always return itself to you.
i'm internalizing you today.
a new moon gifts me new eyes,
and with gratitude,
i make you come true.
AFTER HOURS
Dudes in duds broken down brims
cocked and bent creases in trousers
when thugs were gents
People with attitude women too
demeanor and outfits like
Ebony's front pages
Dudes in duds broken down brims
Money on backs eyes watching
the eye's of watchers
Entrances and exits.
Wink or nod jazz in smoky
rooms groomed and manicured.
sashay across the room stepping off in
Bally's shoes shined no scuff
after hours.
high profile.. Dudes in duds
broken down brims.
Men creating temporary illusions
Clean to the bone
deliberate sashay tempo exaggerated
tempting and teasing pleasing the eye
karat's on fingers scents linger
Exquisite cologne clean to the bone
faded edges -role playing no script
Dudes in duds
Broken down brims cocked and bent.
Attitude in threads
We wait to be called in that back room
Where they'd spit "Gangsta Wit".
before videos
Was dudes in duds with sweet tongues
making their points in after hour joints.
Live and direct we upstarts
learning our parts we'd sit
internalizing gangsta wit
like understudies to a movie script
In after hours joints........... delighted...
For a sense of safety
She conjures them
Only in her mind
Is where they're condemned
Most of the time
She believes they are real
She longs for the words they say
She longs for the way they feel
She recounts them daily
She knows every story
Memorizing, internalizing
False memories in her inventory
She's worried she'll forget
But she doesn’t let them know
In her mind she puts on
An elaborate show
She's never been caught
Her record is spotless
Know one would suspect
She has a lot to confess
They can't be lies
They just can’t be
Because with them
Is the only time she is free
*In memory of Jane Marie 9/19/1993 - 12/16/2011*
...inspired by 'The Airy Tomb' by R.S. Thomas
He tills within the buzzard's flight
this cruel land he calls his home,
ewe and wether, milk and bucket,
broken spirit, ne'er to roam.
He's stuck for good, the sacraments
will guide him, right and wrong,
gone his hopes, and his compassion,
save for the lapwing's mournful song.
Courted by the country lasses,
love can't penetrate this soul,
pain and grief his only parents,
loneliness his only goal.
Mother, father, gone to dust now,
confidants who'd calm his fears,
struggling with a heavy heart,
internalizing all his tears.
It's back to digging, discompacting
stones and boulders from the earth,
working 'til there's no more sunlight,
Wales, inaugurator of his birth.
Battling the elements he
stretches every bone,
every muscle, every sinew,
'til exhaustion brings him home.
Ne'er a smile adorns his visage,
there simply is no time for this,
haggard, careworn, slave to nature,
racked by weather's wantonness.
Two weeks gone, and there they find him,
cradled by the wind and rain,
cadavered and condemned to fester,
never to be harmed again.
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