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CALIBER:
Burn out the news,
If you think of it being new.
The talk of what I've been through,
Doesn't appear as truth.
It's a risky deal for you.
I'm seeing it with few,
To be an unimaginable conceptualised deal.
Back in our younger days,
Where we just trap to efface.
Something I never accept to taste.
People call me lame of shame,
For I choose to be myself in the game.
Smoking, killing, robbing never my aim.
Wasn't part of reasons why I came.
I get a different plan all the same,
With my red eyes picturing my lane.
Impressing nobody, fear not to be sane.
Go ahead and shoot me Mr. Sake of fame.
What gets me stronger is an undying flame,
Unlimitedly causing magnificence,
Born out of intellectuality walled by faith.
This citation proves my legitimacy on slate.
As I stand by personal competence to be awake,
To clearly elaborate minds laid on await.
At the end we all will be clinged by conjugate.
And our spines will elevate,
Causing a tremendous change to propagate.
No suicide, fratracide would be in minds.
And every heart will show some kind,
Only for that goal to be held as one.
When the table serve some wine,
We then say a good deal is done.
But hold on some minute,
Maybe you're actually not getting it.
Well, Some also might be lost to think,
Especially those folks diregarding this.
This is a reality defining who I am.
I don't go contrary to the norm.
That's going wayward or doing wrong,
Because I don't forget where I'm from.
And I throw no stones to those who conform,
To the system that corrupts.
It's their choice,and I'm informed.
In my circle do I not stay common,
Assertively taking refuge in a dungeon,
Protected by Judah's Greatest Lion.
On him do I forever rely on.
My strength and happiness,
Sourced from his greatness.
Placing me at the top to be fearless.
What then could make my life baseless?
I'm brave and earnest.
Withstanding against pellets,
Discharged to cause breakdowns,
Against my life anyhow.
In fact, this is really detrimental.
Yet, I modify it willfully to be topical.
Funny how the narration goes,
I don't care about it though .
I stay keenly to achieve my goals..
Strictly do I hate to oppose.
And thank God my ambitions is not disclosed,
For my worth to be blemished the most.
Yes,I'm Anderson Walkingshoes!
I'm strong, determined and bold.
It’s as if something had exploded in my brain and the whole world had gone insane, it is that magic that you feel when you know that love is real and all the doubts and fear had gone away and something appealing was here to stay, and it embolden my will to get up and sing.
I couldn’t see it but I could feel it, I couldn’t touch it but I could imagine it and the skies turn blue I know that the oracle will come true, oh if you could feel what I feel, you would know that life is real and the fountain of love isdripping from above.
Oh if I could turn the clock back in time, I would undo the hatred of our ancestor and unite the broken hearts and compose music about the sun and sea. I would rewrite the new world order and send love to my sisters and brothers and mend the broken bridges, I would stand on the mountain and send messages of love to the weary, and when the sun is going down
I would give thanks for the heart and the crown.
Can you feel the blood running through your vein? feel the warmth that it bring and submit to it will you have travelled a million miles and have made thousands of sacrifice so live that
You were meant to live so separate yourself from the hill, the daily complains around you have drained your mental and spiritual energy and you will never be happy if you stay there
The universe has so much to share, so come with me and I will tell you what I heart speaks.
Circulate the letters of time and you will find the magic words
That is perfect for your soul, it is the way it is juxtaposed and the oxymoron that gives you running nose is smiling. It is like the architect of the sea that has come to set the reptiles free, they know where they stand and how live on the land.
Draw back the curtains of time and you will see things that will blow your mind, go back to the negotiation table and don’t leave the room until a good deal is reached, then you can rest your feet. You will have your bathroom break in the same place
And everyone everywhere that is working on whatever deal will follow the same method to mend their heel. And if it’s not complete in one day, you will stay in the same place until a deal is reached that everyone can agree to.
Circulate my words and cleanse your soul, circulate my poems and make the deal whole. Come and join me and you will be happy.
His freak flag is still out there flying; He never has put it down;
Hope for peace and power to the people; will stay with him; as long as He’s around.
People make remarks about it; and act like they don’t care;
But he bets some wish it was; those days of flowers and flowing hair.
Everybody’s joining up; with the popular opinions;
And persecuting those who chose; not to live in there dominion.
Is this the new reality; if you wear it you can own it;
Or is reality only that which is; convenient for the moment?
Today He pulled his music out; and played some old time tunes;
Savoy Brown, Electric Flag and the dark side of the moon.
Now here we are with newer days; and we still can’t ban the bomb;
How long before the words “we trust in God” from money will be gone?
Oh yeah He trusts; He trust that Standard oil still pays no taxes;
And when put to the forefront most of us; will claim that all’s well when they ask us.
Then again somebody could wind up dead; stranger things have happened you know.
John's dead so is Bobby, Martin too; and all the witness at the grassy knoll.
Need attention, hell yes; He’s looking for anyone who really is paying attention;
And not too busy living out life’s negative contentions.
Black power, women rule, east side, west side; but we the people; grow pale
We’re living in a type of matrix telling us not to pass go but go straight to jail.
Oh your pardon, you’ve never been behind bars; bars don’t make the prison you see;
If you take a closer look; you might notice your choices really aren’t that free
.
Tell him the answer to this; why are we always making people do things our way;
Does this country really try to liberate; or just make a junior U.S.A.?
I’ll tell you what he thinks; we’re to busy trying to survive to bother with injustices;
He thinks that’s how the bureaucrats want it; and he supposes that’s just how it is.
What are you going to do cry; that don’t help; Get violent, that’s not a good deal;
There isn’t anything to do as far as he can see; so give it a break just keep it real.
We the people aren’t happening anymore; that just isn’t nice thing to face now is it?
Who knows, move to Canada maybe; as far as him hoping though; that He’ll never quit
Sitting, watching my favorite fishing channel on TV,
Then I hear my wife screaming, calling out to me.
I run up the stairs, into the bathroom, a huge spider,
She stopped screaming and I saw what frightened her.
I was startled when I gawked at first glance,
Have you seen one this big? Don’t raise your hands all at once.
I took off my slipper and with a might thwack,
Hit the bugger right across its back.
It just stood there dazed; surely it must have felt pain,
I thought it had looked at me as if to say tickle me again.
I put on my thick rubber gloves and gave it another whack,
Quickly picked it up wrapped it in tissue, flushed it and that was that.
My wife was all over me, hey to nights the night,
I actually did something for once that was right.
She took her shower and beckoned me to the room,
I felt the same way as if I were a newly wed groom.
So I took my shower tarted myself up for the kill,
Killing that spider earned me brownie points, a good deal.
I put on my gown and looked in the mirror, combed the eye brows,
Then I saw it, bigger than one I killed the size of a turd from a cow.
It covered my head and it began to hiss,
This spider was a mother of a size and it was pissed.
I screamed not a the sight of it but what was to happen,
My wife had a 2x4 aiming for it, ready to clap him.
I moved forward toward the mirror, the spider saw itself and jumped to attack,
The 2x4 came down with force and hit me on the head and the back.
I fell toward the spider and screamed, it jumped in my mouth,
I passed out but before I did I felt it trying to head south.
I fell on the wash basin, my teeth scraped the bowl chopping it in two,
In my unconscious state my mouth began to chew
The ambulance driver thought the foam in my mouth was due to a cardiac arrest
So they gave me two thousand volts on the chest
I got up with a scream, spat the **** end of the spider that made me choke
It stuck to the ambulance driver’s nose which I then broke
This happened at such a fast pace
Now I had my head stitched up and I’ve been done for GBH
Ps. I am still waiting to get some Love
© 2000
Feeling very trapped
Dungeon canary getting ready to be zapped
Proceed down a level
Only giving a quotable shovel
Building a winning case
In a better place
Riding in a vehicle to transfer
Something in the air had a stir
“Face the gunners mate
Tonight is the date
Do not worry about the sky points
You will not lose em in the Emirates joint”
As for the new castle that was united
Confident acting armored and knighted
Plan to invade the gold sands
Metal detectors in the hand
Mr. Bourne shouted from the mouth
“Why are you heading south?
To pick our bloody cherries
In order to pour your chalices and be merry”
A royal not in a hurry
Answered, “No we want to know what you have buried “
Before the match
Mr. Bourne wondered about the catch
Wanting to fry the whole batch
“A royal meal
Sounds like a good deal”
Stepping off the bus
Convicted canary had no fuss
Ready to take the arsenal aim
Realizing it is just high profile fame
Feeling very calm
Taking the threat made by the cannon ball bomb
Puttering on the beach
Deciding on a lesson to teach
Magpies treasure uncovered a tasteful test
Carrying all the ingredients that were in the chest
Claiming their pies are the best
Mr. Bourne watched in content
Reaching his one goal that he meant
In the flavor went
Deceptive dessert destined to be sent
Baked by mag the pie
Well decorated and that was no lie
Placed in a box
Addressed “Thackray now having Goldie locks”
Arriving home seeing the gift
This gave the west ham and nice lift
Reading the attached letter
That stated you will play better
Table saw a movement that counted three
Jumping over the buzzing bees
Hornets now behind
Closer to relegation time
After eating the treat
Ever so sweet
With a accompanied wine
Temptation that was divine
Not able to decline
In the end Thackray shirt turned color Claret
Due to the after dinner drink that was a perfect pair it
Thackray thought this was good and fun
Before a thought came to her when she was done
Appointment book said Sunday meeting at St James
Playing a game
Letting out a gigantic gastric bubble
Saying “Uh oh I am a west ham in big trouble”
WAITING
We humans have a lot of practice waiting…
let’s stop and think this through…
for the first nine months of our life…waiting is all we do.
We spend that time inside our mother’s womb…
blissfully floating about…
while our parents spend the same nine months
waiting to greet us when we come out.
We spend a good deal of time in our crib…waiting…
searching the world above…
becoming familiar with the faces of those we will learn to love.
We wait till our bodies are ready…then we begin to crawl…
We can’t wait till we’re ready to walk…
which is why, at first, we often fall.
As parents we can’t wait for our children to start talking…
for their first words to drop…
Then there are those days, when they’re incessant talking…
we can’t wait for them to stop.
When you think about our life…call it destiny, serendipity or fate…
we are faced with a multitude of circumstances…where we are expected to wait.
We wait for a movie to begin…
sometimes we wait, in life, for a sign….
We wait for the traffic light to change…
and how often do we wait in line.
We wait for the seasons to change…
this wait, at times can be agitating…
(In Florida when it comes changing seasons…suffice it say…we’re still waiting).
When wishing to buy that car, house or clothes…
we wait to see if we can afford the cost….
Sometimes we wait for a final outcome…
to see if we have won…or we have lost.
We wait for loved ones at the airport…
sometimes they wait for us too…
We wait…once we find the right person…
for the moment to say ‘I do’.
We wait to open our presents…
they may bring us a laugh…a smile…a tear..
We wait for the doctor to tell us…news we are hoping to hear.
It’s amazing when it comes to waiting…
there is one fact we cannot ignore…
The time we wait can seem fast…or slow…
depending on who or what we’re waiting for.
I imagine waiting, whether easy or hard,
in the end can make us all a little bit stronger….
and for those of you who can’t wait for this poem to end…
you needn’t wait any longer.
The Boy from the Tail End of the Goldhawk Road
1.
The Boy from the Tail End of the Goldhawk Road
I was born Carl Robert Halling at the tail end of the Goldhawk Road which runs through Shepherds Bush in west London and which in the mid 1960s served as one of the great centres of the Mod movement, whose dandified acolytes were infamous for their vanity and hedonism.
I was raised in nearby Bedford Park, a comparatively genteel district close to the largely working class area of South Acton.
My first school was the Lycee Francais du Kensington du Sud, and by the time I was 4 years old, I was already bilingual.
I wasted little time at the Lycee in establishing a reputation as a troublemaker, a popular one admittedly, but a troublemaker nonetheless, constantly in trouble.
I was popular, that much is certain, not just with girls but boys too and blessed with a vivid imagination but I was a near impossible pupil which caused my poor mother a good deal of heartache, and on at least one occasion she drove me home in tears.
I seemed born to controversy, being impatient, disobedient, mischievous, remorselessly attention-seeking, a true imp of a child, on which the full force of the innate depravity of Man appeared to have landed.
At the same time, I was friendly, sincere and open, a good friend, and well-liked.
My Judo teacher at the Budokan in Hammersmith once told someone no doubt with a sickly feeling in the pit of his stomach that whenever he heard me he always knew it was Saturday.
I was no less a trial in the quaint little back streets of suburban west London.
My roughness could hardly have been helped by the popular music of the times.
By the time it came for me to leave the Lycee my scholastic standing had improved a little, and after some months spent at Davies Preparatory School, I received the most glittering school report of my entire young life; and was actually declared an excellent pupil.
When Ali asked me to help her find a used car for Ava I thought, “She’ll thank me forevermore!” because this is exactly the kind of thing we parents were created for.
Wanting to show my daughter and granddaughter I was equal to the task…
I researched, when buying a used car, the 25 questions you should ask.
I even looked into how I should act…should I smile, sneer or scoff…
and how I need to look responsible, mature but not too wealthy or well-off.
Responsible, mature but not wealthy or well-off…well here’s a little fact…
that description fits me to a tee…I wouldn’t even have to act!
A button-up shirt with a collar…something in greens or blues…
no expensive jewelry…and please…no worn out shoes.
When we met Ali and Ava at the used car dealer I was a wonder to be seen
comfortable shoes, blue jeans and a button-up shirt…I chose the color green.
I was cool, calm, collected…didn’t want to appear tyrannical…I was ready with my questions about mileage and any problems electronic…or mechanical.
I looked over the car with Ali…ready with my questions to amaze and to inspire….
to show I knew what I was doing…I even kicked a tire.
My plan was to ask insightful questions then render my opinion and support…
but Ali had the answers already in her own Carfax report.
Ali did all the negotiating…in fact the only thing I could think to say…
Was…can you tell me please…the color of this car…is it brown or is it gray?
As I was ready to enter the negotiations…to put my prowess on display…
Ali closed the deal…got the car she wanted at the price she wanted to pay.
I’m sure my reasoning is correct here…that my thinking’s not bizarre…
and whenever Ali’s asked how she managed to get such a good deal on Ava’s car…
She will look that person in the eye…
Think of me…and the truth she will not skirt….
“I’m pretty sure,” she’ll say with a smile, “it was due to my dad’s shirt.
I'm becoming increasingly concerned when I see people rushing to judgement based on publicly sourced "facts".
On the other hand I agree that our current "justice" system leaves a lot to be desired.
There must be an alternative we can create together... a way to establish the facts with a minimum of turmoil, pain, unsubstantiated blame, and free-floating anger.
We're all human beings. We each have experiences with life that have informed our world-view. Some of the wounds go back multiple generations. And we live in a society that is not generally open to the airing of wounds.
So we're all, pretty much, out here in free-fall.
All we have is each other.
Anger is not the problem. The problem is in letting the anger take over. The problem is in not having a space in which to reflect and see the other as human.
We're all angry although most of us do a good job of hiding our rage. But it's there. It's part of being human.
So the task before us is to create a means for processing real crimes in a way that casts light on the darkness of our hearts instead of making them less full of light.
All we have is each other.
When one of us gives in to anger we're blinding ourselves. And that's going to happen. I've spent a good deal of my life blinded. But if we're going to find a solution each one of us is going to have to find ways to get past this obstruction.
The whole world's in danger and all of us played a part in putting it there. Mostly in ignorance, but ignorance is no longer a viable excuse. The world is in too much danger.
If we're going to survive we're going to have to wake up. And help those around us wake up as well. Don't blame yourself or others for ignorance. Simply make a connection.
If we're going to survive we have to make the connection. In this dangerous world we've created... all we have is each other.
She was worn and weathered, but still such a comfy fit
Had done her time; yet still was full of spit and grit
Hanging on a rail now, waiting on finding a new owner
With a sadness as her last owner had now disowned her
Rummaging hands maul at her to see if she still has appeal
Reduced in price now, she was more than a good deal
Another day passes, and she is still hanging on that rail
Maybe next time when she is yet again reduced in a sale
She had given all her best, but there was life in her still
Was there anyone out there to whom their dream she could fulfil
Night falling, the shop window was now under the street light glow
Hung between all the other second hand goods, not much to show
With people passing by, but not much attention was to her given
No one to see her cut, and quality, for her no such recognition
Until at last someone stopped and looked through the shop’s window pane
There a handsome young man, her excitement she could not contain
With his head tilting to one side then to the other as if to get a better view
Is it me he is looking at, when a whispered voice says, yes, it’s you
The next day arrives; she can hear heighten voices at the door
The shop keeper opens up, and they both enter onto the shop floor
One being the young man whom she saw only the night before
He was heading straight for her, with it her heart began to soar
Gently lifting her off the rail, he placed her up against his chest
Looking into the shop mirror, he seemed to be quite impressed
He took her to the counter, and bought her with a satisfied grin
He didn’t want her bagged; he wanted to wear her right there and then
She could feel his happiness; he was wearing her with pride
And she was more than happy just for him her love to provide
Yes, she was more than happy just for him her love to provide