Dissociated
Looking around
Can’t connect the dots to who or what I was before
My feet have been stained by a hundred strains of grass
Seen and known outside the reach of this valley
Years of travel has worn my soles
Worn my soul
Chipped away the pictures I painted of the world I wanted
A cold world with a bitter tongue
The broken helping the broken because the fixers have all gone home
Your story is but a paragraph in a book of shattered hearts
A novel of shattered dreams
Scattered on the streets in puddles of liquid screams
Lines of hungry bellies waiting to make it another day
I wish we could feed on our fear
Then we would all eat like kings
Our souls are etched on the walls of the buildings in which we dwell
A reminder to those that follow
Pain was nurtured here
From the blueness of the sky,
there's truth hidden beneath the skin.
Conscience knows the scene:
if not life, then death holds the truth,
so I choose to stay with the truth.
You raise love only to take life.
You sing love songs to the sun,
reciting lyrics of hate to the stars,
sharing my time with hate and death,
closing my tunnel to shine,
changing the channel when I cry,
giving motivations of failure when I try,
shutting down my dreams as you shout,
Placing stones beneath my bed,
promoting dreams of unpeaceful rest.
You have changed.
You give names of turbulent flow:
Gravity, you're pulling me down.
You used to sing songs of grace to the mercies.
Taking one step at a time was our pace;
living like kings and queens was the price.
Giving reasons,
you've become seasons—
you're falling leaves in the rainy season.
You open the eyes of the blind not to see,
You stir angry waves in the ocean:
fighting for the sea,
lullabies you used to sing—
Not with skepticism ;you were amazing.
But now,
you have changed.
Never Give Up
Miracle Man
11/20/2024
Each person is given
an allotted time from birth,
We use this time, dubbed life,
trying to prove our worth.
Many will become famous
accomplishing great things,
While the disadvantaged
dreams of living like kings.
Many face daily laboring
in the days scorching heat,
Grubbing out an existence
without shoes on their feet.
While the affluent thinks daily
of a menu’s choice of meat,
The impoverished is questioning
whether or not they will eat.
Each person does the things
of which they’ve been made able,
While one dines like a king
the other, crumbs from his table.
But each is held responsible
for the things in their cup,
Many can no longer persevere
and just simply give up.
Our minds are muddled
—like a muddy sea
The government's grip—a vice that's tight and strong,
Thoughts are tangled
—like a knot that won't be free
Forcing us to fight, for survival all day long.
Our plates are empty
—our bellies ache with pain
Many stores are closed, like eyes that can't see gain
Poverty's dark shadow looms over us like a stain
While leaders feast like kings, with wealth that's vain.
Youths protest;
But their cries like whispers, fade away
No trace remains
—like sand that's blown by the wind's sway
Despite the obvious
—who will stand and fight:
For justice, for peace, and an end to this plight?
We walk alone, towards the sight
There are the fragrant roses bright,
Bees sip nectar, queen kisses drone.
Towards the sight, we walk alone.
In our old age, we hail flowers.
Grown tall after the last showers:
Tulips and bluebells are the rage.
We hail flowers, in our old age.
See the great pond, with insects bright,
As dragonflies fly, what a sight.
Making love for they have a bond.
With insects bright, see the great pond.
In the large pool, swans glide along,
Some cygnets follow growing strong,
Best for them not to play the fool.
Swans glide along, in the large pool.
The small bell rings, it's closing time.
Back home, rickety stairs we climb.
Happy for now we feel like kings.
It's closing time, the small bell rings.
The centurion, like kings and knights, possessed all powers.
He felt, as though, in front of Jesus, his might was mere mist.
Doesn't this mist, though tentative, add to timely showers?
He wanted Jesus to cure his steward. There came the twist.
Knowing him through and through, the incarnate felt compassion.
He strolled towards his mansion with his heavenly design.
Two humble beings met. One was God, who renounced heaven.
The other was one who felt unfit to face the divine.
He poured out his heart. Jesus knew well. No word was needed.
A breeze of blessing blew within the centurion's heart.
His steward was healed. Does any prayer go unheeded?
On the canvas of faith, hasn't he painted his fine art?
In faith, as Jesus said, meekness, like blood in flesh, is mixed.
Deeds done in faith, in the azure zone, are never eclipsed.
small is good
There are not many big elephants left on the savannah
Near the houses where I live elephants are a bit smaller
nature did this for them to survive big game hunters
like kings, who think killing big animals is masculine
like having a secret mistress, but not too concealed
because if no one knows, why bother?
The small elephants that have yet to get a Latin name
like Loxdonta africana, have a tiny tusk not bigger than
than a bull's horn and feet too tiny to be made into an umbrella holder, but are sweeter looking, smell sweet, and have adorable eyes, their ears the size a dog's
flapping when the wind is strong.
Why should I care for the well-being of animals when
so many humans, like in Gaza have bombs thrown onto
their homes killing the children who like the elephants near my house only think of playing truants and eat
slices of bread with sugar on.
The Palestine people could have done as my elephants did, be docile to the people who destroyed their homes
be picturesque, when begging for food at the wayside
But no, they insist on getting their Savannah and as a result of this stubborn attitude only have themselves to blame when Nakba happens
This is the best of times
materially
This is the worst of times
spiritually
We live like Kings
never satisfied
The more we acquire
the more we desire
Our souls obsessed
with glittering doo-dads
Lunging wildly ~
FOMO on the latest fads
Hope is a bridge that leads to other things
Adventure is a big part of being happy, for me anyway
Peace of mind and heart, that makes us feel like kings
People that make you feel included, tomorrow and today
You love yourself, as well as others, in almost every way
Yes please. We're back.
The first pairing of 2023
Stunning wines by Hartenberg
And Lanser's food, mhuh, just wait and see
Our country's seen better days
With literal pooh coming down
Crooked politicians, state capturers
and Juli-assses band of clowns
Tonight. Yes tonight
Let's sweep it all off the table
Raise our glasses, eat like kings
And present the largest smiles that we're able
For tomorrow when you awake
You know what you're gonna say
What a spectacular night
Lanser's on Main, it made my day
Years of charisma and luring talk
Have made the sages of the hour
But their hold will lie lined in chalk
Shot dead by one demonstration of power
For silver and gold they had none
But such as they had they gave
And suddenly a man once owned by another man
Was no more a slave
Knowledge without experiential benefit
Was just but weight and clutter to the head
And when the wonder working power hit the street
Much of our hunger was fed
But people will always forget
And treat casually God's Power and Grace
Only to wake up to woes and regret
And with strong points we plead our case
The King of kings is no king like kings
These kings must to Him pay homage
To whom they owe all their kingdoms and things
And under whom they must sit for tutilage.
K. Muitherero
standing firm with the shoulders of giants ~ Klitschko bro’s remain defiant
World heavyweight champions Wladimir and Vitali klitschko
remain in Kyiv to fight the Russian invaders, they could have
left and lived like kings anywhere in the world, as they share
great wealth, from their boxing careers
Both these giants stand about 6ft7” tall,
Putin has apparently put bounties on their heads
and are major targets for the Russian army
“Be emboldened every day”
By David Kavanagh
They think, like dolphins or elephants they're so smart,
And like goats they behave rather intelligent;
They think by riches they can get everything bought,
Even the rarest of rare gems of great elegance...
I had once, by error, conceived such a concept,
Started wielding, like kings, the scepter of power;
Over the rules and laws, I could get my conquest,
Even on the state treasury, I could tower...
I walked, talked, smiled, laughed, and as a kangaroo leaped
Ate, drank, made merry, and often celebrated;
Though around my mansions the poor like large rags heaped,
I went as though nothing to be cogitated...
It's then when once like the sun I peeped within me,
I could find vacuums with darkness flirting in;
I eat but feel no strength; my laugh has no true glee,
Like the dark clouds, glooms, within me, have made their inn...
The poor, needy, homeless - all I see so happy,
Like birds of the air and fish of the sea they flow;
It's hence I ask me like a prodigal hippy,
Losing my simplicity how far shall I go?
01 July 2021
We live in this world as if we own this place
We behave as if we are the masters of our fate
We talk, we walk , we act like kings
But every day, every single moment
We are make aware of our bit
We have no power
We don’t even matter
We were sent without our consent
Our lives will be taken without any warrant
At one moment we are like gods
At another we are dust
Our mind, heart, pride, arrogance, attitude, love, loath, passion
Everything becomes dreck
Yet we fight, argue, hurt and squish others
Yet there are wars, hostilities and masacare
Why do we forget?
How can we??
This isn’t scripture I just made it up but it sounds cool, lol
The least shall hunger not for they shall be fed
Sit on your pulpits like kings looking down at them
For the one that sits below you shall rise above you
This is my promise to you
For the rich shall hunger and not be fed
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