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She was first to the top of the hill,
He was close behind.
A stranger and yet there was recognition of something familiar
By both parties as their eyes met as he appeared above the crest of the hill.
Maybe it was it was the inner strength on the part of them both,
Against all odds they had stayed firm and not climbed a board the ship of state,
Rejecting the offer of happy pills
To get them out of the doldrums both.
No they still felt the need to keep their eyes open and their minds free
Preferring the view from the top of the hill,
Not caring if the wind smarted their cheeks
As it served to remind them that they were alive and free.
The pain that should have been there as they looked down
On the ship of state as it pulled up anchor and sailed out of the doldrums,
With those on board, unaware of the choppy seas ahead,
Bereft of any thought that they might drown.
It was enough for them both,
To no longer have to hear their warnings falling on deaf ears
Or be tempted to give up all feeling and be blissfully ignorant,
Under the ship of state sail cloth.
Only after the ship of state had disappeared from view
Did they feel the need to speak,
Unashamedly guilt free
As they sat holding hands seeing no ship to spoil the view.
Steady as a rock, firm faith she carries
The embodiment of strength, girl power!
She reads out her mind like a political novel
Confidence is her hidden name and she lives it
For she believes it.
She is the epitome of exemplification,
Doing what she ought to do as she said she would
Ready to go against all odds to fulfill her say
For the record, her stay counts
For the record, she defines a woman;
Speaking for the less privileged,
Advocating for those in need
Her efforts go not in vain with follow-ups;
The third mother of her nation!
She is a rich fountain of inspiration,
To the young girls walking behind their shadows
Comfortable as cowards feeding on fish bones,
Patriarchy the rule of the game.
To the silent women who mourn day and night,
For pain fills their cups to the brim,
Their broken hearts, she is out to redeem;
Her words are perfect comfort to the hurt.
To the forgotten society,
Redemption she has brought home
Like a package mama sent her child to bring.
Clearing doubts loitering along the streets of men’s mansions
Doing better, whatever men can do
She has proven them wrong
Oh yes! She has proven anything possible to fighters.
Good leaders build the nation, the bad bleed it out
That is their duty, their call to office!
Majority lie to slumber, so we let them be the dogs they have chosen to be;
Guns we coach, awaiting the return of the predators
To watch history repeat itself, not to live the past again
Just like in the old days, getting ready to avenge the offender
He who framed you up to the punishment;
Benefits from the hater, he taught you how to fly.
It is a heavier load than what ants carry,
The resilient determinedly deliver service
Sticking their necks to chests like spiders
They satisfy the expectations of the predecessors
Not to forget the people
For when the people have it to their throat,
When the people awake to demand for results,
When the people finally raise their voice;
When enough is enough and there is no turning back,
There will be no peace for leaders by deception.
Slip into hypnotic slumber.
Peel back countless layers.
As the night sweeps in with merciless vengeance,
blackening out even the tiniest glimmer of light.
Sink deeper into shadowless despair.
Taste the copper of your bitten tongue,
slowly slipping down a heaving throat.
Eyelids flutter more rapidly as the heaviness encompasses;
silent screams fill the void in deprived lungs.
Awaken — soaking rain pounding down.
Alone, surrealist landscapes merge and melt into intangible realities.
A cocooned dirt road lies before you,
hidden by wailing trees swaying to a distant breeze,
while a murder of crows gathers.
Fear, amplified, surges like electricity through a resuscitated body.
One step at a time, the ashen sky turns to bloodlust.
Tears gingerly pool in the bags under your eyes.
Shoulders slump down as all the invisible weight you've been carrying increases.
Spine splintering; walking becomes monumentally more painful.
Once the path is crossed, there will be no turning back.
Body twisted and contorting, writhing.
Dig down deeper; rip at the last morsels of strength.
A white door stares at you from across the way.
Keep pushing further; it's your last chance at hope.
All the demons of your past try everything to break you,
but remember: pain is only skin deep, and the soul will be free.
Just fifteen more feet now as the wind whips around you,
slicing into your flesh; crimson flows like a rushing river.
Sight's stolen, and all that remains are your instincts.
Two more steps, “Through life's clenched jaw” — feel for the smooth, stainless handle against all odds.
Buckling knees give way under the pressure.
Crawl; dig into the burning petrichor; feel the shift.
As, one by one, your broken body makes it through the door,
where serenity awaits.
" Life is the story of men who have strived, won or failed and of hearts that keep yearning against all odds" ~ By Poet
Like a pearl locked in an oyster,
You have sealed your heart, barring entry.
What currents flow through your heart?
What eddy churns and gyrates there?
Do the thoughts of our love linger there?
Does my image, to your mind ever return?
Do you recall how we stood silent beneath the stars?
How we then built an epoch in a glance!
We so blindly loved each other.
Like a phantom I followed you behind.
To you alone my heart as offering I gave.
Never suspected any force would tear us apart!
But how Fate waited swift to smite,
And how we had to part in anguish,
Toppling down the sand castles we built,
Leaving a heap of debris behind.
I yearn for what went missing at some point,
Somewhere in the long journey of life.
Now each sunset is a reminder of our touch,
And your laughter rings in my heart as a haunting echo.
I know, there is an ocean between us now
Yet I desperately yearn for your embrace.
Do I not deserve a second chance?
I yearn for you, missing so much.
Will you once more open your heart,
That I can enter it and nest within,
To douse all my smoldering pain
Until Death invites us to our grave
Against all odds, we humans have survived
All the wars, natural disasters, and incredibly ourselves
We are such a combative lot
It's a wonder that we are able to co-exist at all
Everybody wants to be King of the Mountain
But what's the purpose
Really, no one gets out of this life alive
So stop and think about that for a moment...
NO ONE gets out of this life alive!
Shouldn't that be a sign, a reason
To make the most of our lives while we're here
Rather than running amok killing our fellow humans
Destroying our manmade structures
I've lived a lot of years
Observed a boatload of childish behaviour
Exhibited by a bunch so called intelligent people
The world is just one big playground
Can't we all just play nice
© Jack Ellison 2014
Flowers Emerge
Impose your will on the pretty flowers as you may
Trans-formative wonderment of nature
Entrenched, defiled, they pop up any way in clusters
Vivacious are the colors above the solid stem
Cut cold to death, decay and pain, to follow winters grip
Excellence defined in the ability to survive
Dangerous are the forces that persist to derogate them
Yet they prevail against all odds
Death comes but they regenerate
Grass is their shield. Dirt is their pillow there
Negative winds carry with them ice
Reds and yellows grow on below the sun
Visceral, strangled roots, fragile faces, petal soft, grow cold
Ingenious species, green with envy on the leaf, rise again
A Cacophony of nature’s birds and bees disturbs the peace
Flowers come in abundance, remain, friendly on the green
Distinguished in divine fashion, exquisite, generous to the last
Elevated smiles on pollen grains contain the seed of life
Flowers emerge, aware of life
11/22/14 Poetry Contest - "Encounters With Flowers"
Amerikkka
Amerikkka
why so passive aggressive
Let's play the 50
Allow me to break the ice
Now check it
I think I found my calling
My great ancestors calling
The war horse is out of the stable
Serving vengeance in that kitchen
with a rusty soup ladle
Racism been on the table
But it's never discussed
It's time to snatch the life
right outta the elite wit no suction cup
Why bluff
when you against all odds
I'm aiming for the bullseye
But this ain't darts
If you ain't apart of the solution
You a part of the problem
Why everybody telling me to calm
down like I give a damn
That the government's watching
Going hard for my people
Like I'm on cialis
I know I made the watch list
For being callous
Sometimes we have to drive ourselves, to do the things we should,
when most of the time, we wish we only could.
Against all odds, self driven is meant to be,
the odd man’s out, leaving you and me.
We awake each morning, another day to live,
we push we pull, we take and we give.
Ain’t it kinda funny, how we’re all alike, yet we’re not the same,
living daily in a world, where some will lay their blame.
When they turn out their light, it’s in their look you see,
entering the place, a soul, should never be.
Being driven, by darkness, then we all get the blame,
anger, hate, revenge, for it is all the same.
Our words and deeds, we are measured by you see,
written down in the hearts, the things of you and me.
Good days and bad times, memories that we make,
as we drive down the road, that we decide to take.
Bad day’s and good time’s, in the memories that we keep,
as we become those memories, when they lay us down to sleep.
I fell ill.
My heart dilated.
I had a pain on Christmas Eve
where my heart should be.
I remember because my sister
called me from Australia.
I said "I have a pain in my chest Teresa."
I had dissolved my marriage and
my mother was recently dead.
My work as a midwife on night duty
was too stressful.
The doctor refused to come to
the too hot, too heavy,
newborn December baby.
Like a turkey out of the oven.
I fell ill.
The heartless cardiologist insinuated
I had four years to live.
My heart had dilated.
Teresa whispered in my ear on leaving
for Australia again after Mum's funeral.
"I will come home to nurse you."
I got a second opinion.
I told him "My heart is broken".
He treated me with respect
until I got better again.
My heart has healed.
My heart had to break
for me to break free from you.
I survived against all odds.
I almost ended it all. How foolish.
My heart has healed.
My future car from sealed.
"If you desire healing,
let yourself fall ill
let yourself fall ill."
- Jalaluddin Rumi
29/11/2016
And I saw him walking
From a distance, from a long way
And is he listening
For the nightly wind to a coming day
He seem determine, walking in strides
A confident pace for he who knows
Against all odds, against time he rides
No one in mind, just himself to follow
So far, perhaps nearer he came
And I realize I do not know him at all
He did not tell me his name
Less friendly yet a lesser enemy to call
Did he know, perhaps he knew
The world echoing beneath footsteps
Movement within his presence so still
Of roads and words shall ever elapse
From a distance, from a long way
I am to see he who is walking
A nightly wind whispering away
He be I, am I listening?