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As he ran to Tarish
Quick as he could go
Not taking time to pack
He had no extra clothes
Running in the opposite direction
From where God said for him to go
Carried a purse with some gold
Boarded a ship filled with cargo
He would make the trip right away
Never fearing that God couldn't abide
A soul gone in the state of blacksliding
Trying to hide from God
We all know the rest of the story
So if blacksiding is your case
Better repent and go on to Ninevah
Unless you want to be Whale Bait
They tell me inside of the Whale's belly
Is smelly, dark, and full of acid
That will bleach you up just white
Then no one will know your color
Only know where you have been
Down in the pits of the stomach
Of a mightly fish that has fins
Repent, repent, for a good end
Whose Reality
Reality is the new
fantasy
of perception
as reality.
It matters not
what is seen.
What matters is the
perception
of what is seen.
Every observation
must be “photo-shopped”
through the lens
of desired perfection.
It matters not
what is said.
What matters is the
perception
of what is heard.
Every word
must be sanitized,
cleansed in the acid
of political correctness.
It matters not
what is done
Each action
will be examined
for intention.
Judgment will be passed in the
silent darkness of inaction.
Reality laid to rest
at the feet of
perception’s
fantasy
5/18/2016
submitted to –Reality – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Nayda Ivette Negron
Savvy scientists scoff at the soul:
Can't poke it, prod it, pinch it, probe it
~ and clearly can't claim to contemplate...
an empirical, egg-headed, experimental
all-enveloping ecstasy of erudite exactitude
elegantly and eloquently embossed, embedded
~ in its entropy of effervescing exegesis.
Whereas
I know of no one -- nowhere -- nasty or normal
knock-kneed, neck-naped, nose-gnarled
neuron-nitpicked or nucleic-acid-nested
Who
denies indubitably or dubiously, definitely
or deafeningly--deranged, demented,
debauched or denatured -- the sacred
sanctuary unsullied, where sits, serene and
silent, the small, still sound of said soul
swilling, swelling, seeking, sailing, soaring---
sensitively, sensorily, yea sentimentally---
til he sees, then sighs, then seizes
so surreptitiously the serum of sentience
Within!
Entry in "An Inner Knowing, an Absolute Feeling, My Mystical Soul
Self Poetry Contest," sponsored by Caren Krutsinger
Silly ass dame
You Lame plain Jane
Fckng wacked out & insane
Still playin the same game
Even with nothin' to gain
You're the only one to blame
So don't even complain
Sayin you wanna change
But forever stay tha same
Get back in ya in lane!!
Thinkin you so smart
With 3 cells left in ya brain
Dazed out 24/7 from all tha fetty& cocaine
Putting so much faith in hollow promises
That should be taken with a grain
It's like you BEGG for tha pain!!!
Feelin each drop of that acid rain
Burnin through my skin
Down to my skeletal Frame
Tryna act normal & maintain
Ignoring these constant stabbing migraines
Success will never be obtained
Like failure been ingrained
Take every aspect of your life
And rearrange
the past mistakes steady being replayed
Walkin a straight line to Hell
N sht still feel mundane*
I wanted you to see me shine on stage,
Now the pity’s shown
You and that song really give me a thrill with a hint of rage
My mind’s blown…I’ve finally grown
Old enough to find out that I’m not the only one
I’m not the only one
The only one
The only one who goes through tough times and wish to be gone
Wish to be gone
Wish to be gone
I wish to be gone, but I’ll settle with a better choice
I’m still homeward bound…
Can’t you see?
Let me rephrase that:
Will you ever see?
Will you ever see?
Will you ever see this agony?
It’s so crystal clear during these times of misery
These times of misery
These times of misery has taken a toll on me
Don’t sting me with your jealousy
I’d rather hear you delightfully sing in harmony
With me…I wish it were meant to be
Open up your heart
Open up your heart
Let go of bittersweet hate
Stop procrastinating, mate!
Stop lamenting about the mistakes you’ve made
From where the sun now stands,
I’ve been succumbing to tragedy
How I wish upon Tomorrow with a bouquet of stars
To see you smile that promising smile
Not as cold as ice in Antarctica
Not as cold as ice
Not as cold as ice
Treasuring warmhearted advice
Put your heart at ease
Put your heart at ease
Make sorrow your slave and please
Please, please desert it for a while
Open up your heart
Open up your heart
Torn apart
Torn apart
By your ability of singing so effortlessly
And I feel like I try too hard...sadly
You're so stingy and grumpy sometimes,
But that's okay! I can be that way too!
You’re unlovable at times…
Maybe you're getting over a flu...
You are hitting me
Hitting me hard like a dart
Chained to these cold, cold chambers of indignation
You’re not here to save me...only to tear away at my heart
You’re here to haunt me, not to relieve me…
Relieve me…
Relieve me…
Don't haunt me
Despise me
Taunt me...
Don't mock me...
Humiliate me...
Shame on me..
Shame on me..
For loving you so thoughtlessly
But, I'll be more careful next time
Maybe next time, you won't be as sour as lime
This urge takes over me (this strife cuts me with a sharp knife)
This urge to delete you from my life,
So you can feel my pain,
Dripping continually like acid rain
Takes over me
Takes over me
Far from the throes with foes who dip acid,
but
still wiping flows from my nose, cooked by oil-based pros. The intensity grows, when it's mixed with White Whoes', and you come out yo' clothes, 'cause you're froze like Lake Placid.
"That's some good SHYT!" exclaimed on the laundromat curb. N**** STILL had a ten spot, for a stick of some herb, and it betta not be no damned reggie.
Veronica and Betty like glue, but they 'bout to come through, 'cause they're ATM's through. Plus I told them whoe's "Fix some spaghetti."
They never invited me into the White House. You know? Though for more than a 'dub, I was just a rock's throw.
I never linked up with NAACP, but got drunk in a spot with a man named Barry.
I never sat down with ambassa-door mats, but Jamaican representatives held me down pat. They put green in my lungs and a gat' on my back, and in twenty-odd years, we had but one attack.
Yeah, we was like that. A class of persons who fight back. These days, the surface of my heart is striped black, but if I be the harmed one, then my Moms' won't like that.
Definition of manhood, right? A male bossed by three wenches, his daughter, Mom, and wife. Somehow I find it a startling plan, to remove my , so you'll call me a man.
I just
wow.
Chocolate City, do you miss me? If you do, the feeling's not mutual, not anymore.
The old ladies
march onto the elevator,
steadied by their canes,
each a shrunken frailty
wrapping an unending soul--
they are going to watch
young people dance
their dances of grace
and beauty, while they recall
their own beauty long dissolved
in the acid of time....
Yet, they are happy--
I even joke with them
as I lean on my own cane:
'Come Ladies! Let's have a
foot race!" They all laugh,
as the young girls within
their tattered frames flirt
with the potent young man
hiding behind a time-marked mask...
for a moment we all feel a jolt
of that spark we call life.
starry winter night
missing her summer conversation
softly wishing in vain
moving on is like jumping off the high dive in a pool of poison ivy
starry spring evening
missing her winter conversation
a sweet, gentle breeze whispers her name teasingly
moving on is like jumping off the high dive in a pool of heavily concentrated acid
starry summer night
missing her spring conversation
dehydration sneaking up on me as i see mirrored spots of her beautiful image
moving on is like jumping off the high dive in a pool of chocolate coated sewage
starry autumn evening
missing every season of her conversation
another year older and my heart even more darkly clouded and cold
moving on is like jumping off the high dive in many layers of absolutely nothing
I remember
when I was a poor boy
and nobody loved me
mamma's tears felt like acid
burning holes in my heart -
I became breathless
triggers came without a guarantee
violence swept like an adversary
in silence i found my sanctuary
my bubble an escape from reality
grenades of my ancestors
detonated along my destiny
I burned in a bonfire of misery
papa's demons were too loud
so I hid my heart behind a shroud
as fatal tumors cursed my tongue
my sighs turned into a melancholic song
triggers came without a guarantee
violence swept like an adversary
in silence i found my sanctuary
my bubble an escape from reality
as the novelty of poison wore out
through the Devil's death i began to shout
his assassination set my soul free
childhood pain became my poetry
once I was a poor boy with silent ink,
but in adolescence I've learned to think
i used to wish I had never been born
but it's pointless living with bitter scorn
As withheld words escaped through winds of change
regretful tears from fears were blown out of range
she build the walls much higher than before
for she remembered well the sting of pain
her citadel of heart could not take more
the weakened roof let in the acid rain
she fortified the structure with her fears
a mortar of regret on every wall
the open spaces filled with hardened tears
this edifice of strength would never fall
the work complete, she looked with searching eyes
to find a place where one could enter in
should this be found, it would be her demise
she'd fall to Hades from her paradise
The walls all fixed, her heart in good repair
though haunted it would be; no soul lived there
Eileen Manassian