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N O T F O R C O N T E S T - G I S T V E R I F I E D
Since, 'The Dawn of Recognition,' and, 'The Age of Consequence,' the efforts faced are the final solution, this, 'The Period of Perpetual Purpose.'
It is the time for new beginnings. It is the time for new knowledge. It is the time for new issues,verses, chapters, episodes, and other novelties. It is the theological reason to be. (A toleration ...) It is a logical purpose for beings to be ..., [Outside The Filteration Complex]
At this unique juncture of the youngling's lifetime...," This is the hour that purposed their inceptions. Spatial proximities has been, and always will be, ... an issue with our kind. What was once called, 'The Final Solution,' is now ...
"WELCOME, to, 'The Final Examination.'"
What eeked and flowed from under, 'The Aftermath,' from the untold masses that are now forever, nevermore. The outworlders saw a purpose for our kind to be. That occupies them--fully. They have yet to fanthom the reason.
"Your test and trials will commence shortly." "They're here!" "I see." "We were in the process...," ... "We are afforded our rights ... my dear?" "An endearment ... humans." "Naturally, human?" "Go get him." "Many have not approved this restructuring. "Good bye ... do not dwell on this exam. "All the contestants follow me!" "Love you, folks," "Sh ... don't talk."
[Some time passes ...]
Where's is he?
Ah, yes, your son? You'll be happy to know that your son passed with flying colors. [A man holds up a collapsing woman] You must be so proud of him. He accomplished his trials without error. We've never seen such ratings, such a rarity, we're surprised by your -- presence, surely you've must have known. Of course, the government will alleviate your tax obligations for the next ten years. We do hope that your next endeavors will be ... let's say, more ideally expected from your next prospect. Do enjoy your future, now that we've been assured of ours, once again!
"WHy?!" "He spoke to us in our dreams ... he wanted to live ... just to be." "We loved him first, ... then we let him be free!"
I sing the praises of Sterilite
(even Mary Poppins would tout
a plug for said company she would spout
forcing playthings scattered helter skelter
retreating into their respective bins
analogous to a defeated army
beating a hasty retreat after a major rout
against all odds fighting off
the aggressive incursion
of a trumpeting lout,
which troops use weapon of choice
namely breath issuing "Kraut"
which in German, "Kraut"
primarily means herb
or the leaves and stem
of a plant, as opposed to the root,
also used in compound nouns
to refer to various cabbage products,
most notably Sauerkraut,
which is fermented white cabbage.
Additionally, "Kraut"
can be a derogatory slang term
for Germans, similar to how "Frogs"
used for the French,
according to The Guardian).
which accolades vocalized
on behalf of a company
whose sturdy products
helped transform the wife
from a potential candidate
of Hoarders buried alive
into a rival for the Odd Couple
neatnik character Felix Unger
though room for improvement
the spouse tries to abide
by the phrase
"a place for everything
and everything in its place"
an idiom that promotes
organization and orderliness,
where maximizing the space
afforded by a one bedroom apartment
here at Highland Manor
taught us the necessity
of maintaining an ever closer approximation
to becoming the reigning queen
of spic and span
affected by the mandates of management
(reinforced by dictates
of urban housing for low income
linkedin to yearly "violations")
toward instilling acquiring
"the model tenant award"
by regular inspections
which if I ruled the world
would include a month of free rent
as an extra incentive
leaving no room
for the likes of Oscar Madison,
which objective becoming
neat and tidy truth be told
finds me relishing living
according to the gospel
of several people offering
decluttering and organization methods
similar to Marie Kondo's KonMari approach,
focusing on simplifying and creating
a more joyful living space.
Some notable figures
include Gretchen Rubin,
known for her
"Outer Order, Inner Calm"
philosophy, and The Home Edit duo,
Clea Shearer and Joanna Teplin,
who emphasize visual organization.
Other methods, like Swedish Death Cleaning
and Peter Walsh's approach,
also offer alternative strategies
for decluttering and organizing one's home.
I have greatly coveted the sounds
so unlike the ones that were released
whenever I spoke, those more acclaimed
attention-getting ones.
My calling to communicate with my voice
did not seem to blend with the lack of quality
in my voice. I have sometimes seen my voice
quality as a 'thorn in the flesh'. At times,
inwardly, I have felt like being held captive
by my 'speaking voice'.
There were always such longings for difference,
wishing I could have that one captivating thing.
I felt such acquisition was vital if I was ever
to be heard and respected in my chosen profession.
My voice quality fell short of what I both desired
and felt was anticipated by audiences. I always thought
that I needed more base and volume to release more
masculinity in my voice.
This seeming weakness of mine has followed me
throughout my career, but I have always been able
to give my all and do my best with the speaking voice
that God gave me.
Indeed, although this weakness has assaulted me
secretly, I have never allowed it to stop me.
At some point, I came to realize that I simply
was not going to be blessed with a 'broadcasting
baritone of a voice'.
.
By God's grace, I have been able to rise to every
occasion and every opportunity afforded to me.
___________
Authentic
An American hero
that's all you have to be
An Italian restaurant ad in pink Miami
and the bright pleas of a broken black poet
Images juxtaposed
with her crooked shoes
in a bedroom corner left
forgotten
A mother dies
and nothing remains
the same
except us
her children
Authentic
American heroes
that's all you have to be
____________
Notes:
[ I prepared this for court because a question was raised about my mother's will ]
My mother was born with the name Estackia N••••s in Puerto Rico.
My experience, as one of her 7 children, was the vantage afforded me of growing in the presence of a true American hero.
Without a husband or father in the home and without any other relatives to help, she single handedly lifted us out of dire poverty. she bought a house and afterwards, decided to finish her education. she had only completed the sixth grade, because she had to work to keep her own brothers and sisters from literal starvation.
She got a GED ( General Education Diploma) and afterwards, she began attending college, around the time that I was in high school, to pursue her dream of becoming a doctor, specializing in child psychology.
Eventually, we came to Florida, and she bought another house, and seeing a rather surprising increase in property values, she purchased and sold some lots. In the subsequent years, she purchased and sold many more homes, but continued to do all she could for each of her children; those things she thought would benefit them most.
My mother, Estackia N•••••s, also known as, Carmen C•••••••a, knew Exactly Who She Was in the world. That kind of character, and the motive that compels it, doesn't fail in the last instance in her will for her childrens' continued security and beneficence.
"Signal! Raise the alarm bells,
For rebels sink below the swells!
Watchmen! Let the rebels know,
Sin creates the Undertow."
Against the Enemy's death throes,
The Justifier, winnows!
"I will shakedown your whole world,
And sin and shame will be hurled!"
Just then He got my attention,
Having lost my inhibition,
Never a fan of prohibition,
Never a feeling of contrition.
"The Tavern of the Nations,
Come, partake of My libations!
No resisting this temptation,
Exposing your condemnation!"
Many were stopping for a brew.
He handed me His drink menu,
Seven drink choices to review,
Irresistible, but nothing new.
"But there's seven of the same thing..."
"But all are fitting for a king
A sample of each I will bring,
All foaming cups with My zing."
A sharp but stimulating flavor,
Enjoyably exciting to savor.
Until...It bit me suddenly,
And slurred my speech drunkenly.
Foam hurled out of my mouth in shame.
The Lord's truth was not to blame.
"I've come to the end of my path,
This is the cup of the Lord's wrath!"
"My truth, or your consequences!
Because you hardened defenses,
You never came to your senses.
So, My recompense commences."
Jonah did not escape the Lord-
I, too, was hurled overboard.
As my life was ebbing away,
His truth was still on display.
I called out from my distress,
His grace afforded access.
His mercy that could be mine,
Appeared as Christ's Lifeline.
He pulled me from the raging sea,
Ordering the Enemy to set me free!
Salvation belongs to the Lord-
The payment we cannot afford.
"Signal! Raise your voice in praises!
Jesus' grace and love amazes!
Watchmen! Let the rebels know,
Salvation creates the Afterglow."
the strength of Black folks can be encapsulated
by the power in the message we convey
for we are purposeful bold Black kings & queens
forging our own way
acknowledge our presence
as we stand in all our glory
recognize our dignity, our pride
our heritage, our story
we are significant human beings
deserving of civility & respect
multi-talented & proficient
in every aspect
we assert our rights to determine & control
our own destinies
and have jurisdiction over our families
and our communities
the power in Black people can be summarized
by the fortitude we've continuously display
from the Middle Passage beyond slavery
to the systemic racism still in play
our pertinacity our tenacity
and our steadfast aptitude
gave us the toughness of spirit to endure
society's hateful attitude
the resilience of the power in the Black community
can be epitomized by our faith in Christ
as it was His mercy & grace which afforded us
the moral strength to never give up on life
acknowledge our presence
acquiesce to our magnificence
as we will no longer tolerate
hate not indifference
acknowledge our presence
looking at the state
of this world surrounding me
anxiety poverty and despair
are all I now see
but for the grace of God
I'd be in the same dire straits
but for the grace of God
I'm grateful that I ain't
take a moment be grateful
give God all the glory
take a moment be grateful
God's mercy was afforded to me
but for the grace of God
I'd be in the same dire straits
but for the grace of God
I'm grateful that I ain't
the only things promised in life
are the love of God
plus His grace and mercy
which I take to heart
and I'll never forget the actions
of Jesus Christ
the Resurrection which gave me
an opportunity to have eternal life
take a moment be grateful
give God all the glory
take a moment be grateful
He's writing my story
but for the grace of God
I'd be in the same dire straits
but for the grace of God
I'm grateful that I ain't
but for the grace of God
I'd be in the same dire straits
but for the grace of God,
I'm grateful that I ain't
Twas december twenty second 1996...
(when all thru house in 1148 Penn Valley
thee eldest scheming to sally
forth unlike her papa hood dilly dally
nothing to chauffeur himself 'cept tally
sheet scored with failure.)
Twenty three years ago
most significant event
within mein kampf,
father time thankfully lent
biologically whipped miracle
stork did present
parturition ex post facto
last contraction sent
bundle of joy christened
E_ L_ H_,
who unnecessarily went...
Thru accursed domestic travails
nonetheless, (or perhaps because of)
thee succeeded with flying colors
laudable accomplishments ye did acquire,
no matter anxiously riddled papa
i.e. me oft times accountable regarding
precious person, he did help sire
still (even now) still smarts,
though his fatherhood
(luckily for your benefit)
long ago did expire
thus, I ruminate more so
how in your upbringing tender
vittle heart touched with fire
brimming with red hot poker ire
courtesy Matthew Scott
entangling within emotional,
financial, and spiritual straits quite dire
I vaguely recall ye
threatened even to hire
self into oldest female profession
such noble ambition
to earn money I admire
to escape "dirt poor"
penurious manumission
psychologically did tread fully tire,
(maybe hyperbole), yet
poverty legacy didst conspire
to undermine potential
filial paternal bliss,
perhaps not unscathed
a fate worse than death,
and/or vampire
weekend sincere accolades,
now liberally afforded,
how ye scholastically did aspire
striving toward eventual freedom
being invisibly yoked,
hence understandable
declaration independence to aspire,
yes a vibrant young woman
with brilliant head
on her muscular shoulders
and powerful legs (I see)
to vault over any quagmire
donning, supporting,
and trumpeting strong
unimpeachable constitution,
thus concludes my
electronic poetic haywire.
Written By: D. Collins 3/15/25
A Nigga Nature is something you’re not accustomed to.
In that you have the privilege of color afforded to you.
Ten times have passed since the beginning of time.
That people of color are known as the bottom line.
Our history is being dropped from books in school.
But it’s in our Nature to progress using all the tools.
If the doors are shut as they’ve always been.
We figure out a way to let ourselves in.
Restarting “segregated facilities” on federal contracts.
Is still not enough, 'cause we’ve been there, and done that.
We just strap up our boots, waiting for the battle to begin.
Realizing the that each and every day, we are Hustlin’.
Removing the history of Medgar Evers and Tuskegee Airmen.
Won’t deter those who lived through it and know what happened.
Our history will be history whether in, or out of print.
We’re the offspring of what are known as “Real Men”.
I stopped at a rock eternal and free,
In mineral apparency to pronounce the gee;
No alternative life forces of strong or weak measure,
Only meaning - pure, rugged truth to pleasure.
Aligned with flower, hill, mountain, lion, bird,
Gliding through evolution to before the unseen third;
Taxonomy lived and cradled the morphemes marked,
Abstraction fired, dynamising the box of the larked.
Evolution converged into this one rock,
Into its within, the pinnacle, the spot;
Diversities of plumage, colour, mutation and ugly,
Kissed and drove the beauteous into the pure lovely.
Feeling that purpose exists - rationality sparked,
Spirited from a permanency permeating the parked;
As all life unravelled from its completeness harked,
Blood pulsed into wrists complementing the marked.
Logic resided firmly within the rock, but with arms open,
Axiom, predicate and proposition did talk,
Maths derived particle law, somatics, spread, order,
Genetic drift claimed the formulaic functions of red border.
God glimpsed silently not wanting to unfairly relate,
Or intrude uninvited, backwards at engaging the gait,
Nor saying, hello nor barking at this maker of this life,
Allowing a reciprocal glimpse to fetch his quivering fife.
Goodness existed needing coursing expression, for me,
For others, for warm, for distance with respect to see,
Foundations deep tentatively approached, shimmying forwards,
My glinting understanding of my navigation, my way - towards.
Changed by this meeting, positively forever and for all,
The place, the loci stood arriving in my hall;
The kindness afforded in remembering the Bang, the starts,
Cuddled the indestructibility of the immortality that departs.