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She was something soft on the eyes something to mend his broken heart
tarring down everything she had built , was that his plan from the start.
guns were pointed and bullets were shot
he than soon realized that everything she had offered can not be bought
She picked up the broken pieces and thought to try again
thinking maybe he will love me if I tried to be a better friend.
He figured out she wouldn't give up and would continue to try
that she dropped everything in her life and he was the only thing in her eyes
miserable nights turned into unproductive days
she continued on with this cycle not questioning how she stays
Her expressions became empty and her friends started to worry
always the same answer with a smile as her eyes would get blurry
The bruises left on her heart became to show on her skin
stopped going out in public as much and people would ask where she's been
the truth couldn't come out so her lips formed more lies
how could she explain that this is all caused by just one guy..
He would tell her he loved her and that she was the one
that when things would get better it would go back to being fun
months went by and her stomach started to grow as the weeks went
by and more and more bruises continued to show.
She sat him down one night and stared into his eyes
She said " once this baby is born I will say my goodbyes"
He laughed in her face knowing she would never leave
that even if she did she would come back from the grief.
The bigger she got the more they would fight
now her soul seemed broken and her light not so bright
The due date came and she gave birth to their son
made secret plans to pack their bags and just run
the words he spit got worse and the punches got harder
She tried to keep in line just the way he had taught her
The love she once had turned into a large amount of hate
endless nights of worry wondering if this is her fate
she refused for her son to witness this any longer
that she would gain the strength for both of them and be stronger
another night but this time he came back to no one around
couldn't smell anything and didn't hear a single sound
She never looked back and slowly started to learn how to smile
her son needed her and he's needed her for a while.
She had taught herself a valuable lesson that sometimes its worse to stay
because living each day in misery just isn't the way.
“Speak from the heart”
What a load of crap
Cut straight to the point
did this all even matter?
From the start, the middle to that bitter-sweet end
A strange affair
A compilation of half-assed dates
Boring moments between two boring individuals
A couple of airheads
A blind trust formed by dimwits
Strangely normal, strangely plain
Formless wandering in a hollow husk
Dead, dirty skin flakes off my shoulders
Brain-dead is labeled across my head in bold
Casually tossing what remains out on the curb
I don’t seem to care
Remaining the same day by day;
“There’s always tomorrow,”
“I can’t reach the phone, try again tomorrow,”
“It will have to wait for tomorrow,”
“Today is not tomorrow.”
Monotony brought flowers to my door
You preached about Today when Tomorrow was yesterday
All those tears won’t get you anywhere
what made you sad, anyways?
Turning away from closed doors and shaken dreams
what were you fighting for, anyways?
There’s someone willing to bid a “Goodbye”
what are you waiting for, anyways?
It’s all so maddening, tumbling, waking, apologizing
Shaking my fists in anger
falling down a steep cliff
rising with the morning sun
crying on my knees
Was I ever prepared for walking this world alone; life is throwing a curveball and I’m no batter
Hunched over the bathroom sink, my eyes see something extraterrestrial
like a bad trip on drugs I can’t seem to break that nasty spell
Viewing life through a fish-eyed lens
the photo prints Hell
Oh, such a horrid sight but I can’t find the will to look away
Find a way to kill me
I can’t stand this any longer
Death is my only resolve
It’s all so maddening, tumbling, waking, apologizing
Shaking my fists in anger
falling down a steep cliff
rising with the morning sun
crying on my knees
Was I ever prepared for walking this world alone; life is throwing a curveball and I’m no batter
Hunched over the bathroom sink, my eyes see something extraterrestrial
like a bad trip on drugs I can’t seem to break that nasty spell
Viewing life through a fish-eyed lens
the photo prints dying
Oh, such a pleasant sight and I can’t find the will to look away
Find a way to kill me
I can’t stand the wait any longer
Death is my only resolve
When the clock strikes twelve
When the night is at its peak
When the dark has spread through the room
Striking down— a bullseye!
just an average typical morning within this same old town
avoiding all the neighbors that nosily creep these grounds
while all these other folks keep busy bodying gossiping and all
who has whiter teeth, bigger boobs, or the cutest guy at the mall
i stopped at the library to dodge all these illiterate snots
the only place that's quite enough for me to organize my thoughts
i walked in just to be stopped, breathless, dead in my tracks
a book, not made of paper or even hard back
binding was some type of stitched authenticism
bound with a beautiful articulate collage of pattern to it
I thought
same old stories, same old narrative
can someone tell me where all the good authors went
I just need an outline, no critique or edit
but everything I read, I feel I have already read it
I stood there for a second, which felt like a lifetime
must have been reading stars, because it left my mind blind
if only just once I could hold that masteredpiece written classic
I can't lie it was perfect man, I just had to have it
I gasped for a moment, dead in my body
frozen and stunned hoping nobody saw me
it crossed my mind for a split, then, I thought
nah ****
if I get caught I'd be a goner, but I just couldn't wait any longer
I thought
same old stories, same old narrative
can someone tell me where all the good authors went
I just need an outline, no critique or edit
but everything I read, I feel I have already read it
I darted for that case in a flash and I shattered that glass
busted it open, like I was late for literature class
static shocked a little as the book touched my hand
it was in that moment i knew i was the #1 fan
then it wasn't long I realized it was written for me
initials imprinted so there was no questioning
I thought
same old stories, same old narrative
can someone tell me where all the good authors went
I just need an outline, no critique or edit
but everything I read, I feel I have already read it
I fell deep into the title it really 'hit a line'
bold, italics, with a dedication underlined
I wasn't sure why I needed or wanted to own it
but I would have searched forever if I would have known it
searching every library for a perfect story
all the titles and endings just really seem to bore me
this one was special I just wanted to trace over the print
read. every small detail. no need for suspense
at the beginning earth was a place uninhabitable
to any living thing, it was nothing but a furiously
burning wandering fireball in an immeasurable open space
while wandering in space,
however, hit by the meteoric showers, bumped into planetoids,
and from its own gravity the earth gradually lost its surface heat
and became a gigantic piece of rock covered with the great many wrinkles
in order to survive,
the living thing cannot afford to lose time any more in this darkness of unknown beginning or inconceivable end, it must find a place to settle and bring new life
into the world,
came and clung to the surface of the rock and struggled to hold onto it
one day, when a cry of pitiable life tore the standstill time into pieces
because it was unable to bear the time that is infinitely quiescent any longer,
it echoed in the space and returned to earth as a dim light
in that light the sighs of the living thing heaped up high
and became air, in that gleam the tears of the animated thing
came together and became waters
when water swelled to overflow it became lakes, rivers and seas
and when air became heavier it raised itself to a wind,
and when wind passed through the surface of earth
it turned into vales, hills and clouds
life began with great struggles and confirmed by quickening
in the darkness and echoing heartrending cry, though grew while calling the sea
a mother and the mountain a father, and conceived meaning of lots of phenomena:
why the rivers flow and clouds drift, dews on the grasses
change into fogs and finally dissipate,
the stars come to visit the lakes
and kiss to form ripples at night
the seed of arrogance grew in the heart of this creature
spreading rapidly among the creatures living in the surface of the earth
and when his arrogance reached to the heaven, the creatures threw stones
in the seas, set fires on mountains, while boasting with those words:
“we conquered world, the world is under our feet”
hence the earth surged by a raging water,
and the windstorm rose to shake the rocks in the mountains violently
nonetheless, the creature did not introspect
his own detestable deeds but continuously acted
in a lordly manner throwing his chest out as before,
though enjoying saying this favorite phrase:
“this age is a corrupted age! this age is a degenerate age!”
Since my mind started taking me on this journey going back to my past
I have worried non stop about how my heart would fall and how fast
I was right to worry and trying to keep myself all together well now sometimes that's task
But I did try to fight everyday
What to you I needed to say
But there became a time
Where those feelings I was painfully keeping inside
I knew from you I could no longer hide
They needed to be said
I just couldn't keep going like I was I couldn't breathe and the moment had come when I
couldn't any longer pretend
So I told you how I had always been with and still in love with you
You grew silent and speechless then didn't quite know what to do
I never meant to cause you any kind of sorrow
And when I look around you're not here with me today and I know you will not be here
tomorrow
I didn't want to make any trouble for you or be the reason for any heartache or pain
But I selfishly needed to so much stop my personal hell and rain
I still believe whole heartedly in everything I told to you
Even if now I am the one who don't quite know completely what to do
Some tell me to give up and just go ahead and give in
They tell me this maybe a game you're not meant to win
If that could be done easily what makes people think I wouldn't have already done it
Yet here in this room alone I still continue to sit
And even though sometimes I won't admit it, my heart's breaking off piece by piece and bit
by bit
They just don't get that on this for me giving up would just tear me more apart
Because you are the one who still after all these years has my heart
God must have a plan for me
Because dealing with all this I've come to clearly see
Just how much of a person I've grown
I know I can make it and I now am no longer afraid to stand on my own
But I understand and yes I know
That in this journey within myself I still have quite a long way to go
At times I still feel so week and that I haven't came very far
And I find myself wishing on each and every single star
Why do I at times feel so crazy and like I don't belong?
I feel like you and I were meant to be so strong
And if in feeling this I'm entirely wrong
Then to me it doesn't make any kind of sense
As to why I feel all this and more so intense...
...you and I will always be together in spirit from the day we met and until eternity
-Look into your heart. What is its most ardent desire?
-I don’t know. I haven’t thought lately.
-You have neglected me. You have neglected your desires. You don’t know your heart…
-No, no I do better than any human does it know.
-I don’t believe I hear those words.
-Then, look into your heart. Through window that’s as clear as glass.
-Look and don’t hesitate.
-What is it that I see?
-Beasts, ghosts, and a faint glow that shines and dies.
-What is the glow?
-That’s not for me to tell you.
-Oh! My faith! I am miserable, a tarnished soul that knows not what is Best for it.
-Listen to me, and you will understand.
-No! No secrets! I am miserable enough.
-You shall feel better once I will this tell you.
-Am I so weak to yield to anything you say? No, I am pretty stout! Go Away, I do not want to hear
you any longer.
-I am as stout, even more perhaps.
-Do, do yield now. The secret is important.
-All right, I’ll yield and listen.
-Your life will end today.
-That’s all, for God’s sake?
-Yes, but I long to warn you still. Do not wait till midnight. Flee, as soon As legs will let you.
-You said I shall feel better. I don’t feel blessed, but only more in pain.
Leave me now, if it’s God’s will, if I die today. I’m not a coward. One Cannot escape from fate.
-You have defeated purpose of hand that had crafted such an end.
-What does this mean? My heart is ready for death and peace.
-No, death is not your bliss. You are too strong for death to overcome you.
-I am pleased. Now leave, for God’s sake, leave. You puzzle me- first one Thing, then another.
-All right, you will not die, but will a swamp of doubts swallow.
-Lie, lie, I do not trust you any longer.
-I still suggest you, run, for death is fast. Don’t trust my words completely, For I am testing your
character steadfast. Yet, once the curtain will come Down past the middle, and you are not
gone still, then it is fate that fell You will.
-You are, it seems, ambition in me boiling. But, yet, I still shall undefeated Stay. Go away, to the
abyss of hell, oh wicked spirit! Don’t tempt me into Deeds that any human soul may fear. Do
mind, I am not to superstition Inclined, and only half believe what you are saying.
-You are a strong man. Your request shall be now granted. And prophecy,
Now trust, it is not for you taste of. Farewell then!
Form:
"HIGH TECH LYNCHING"
April 6, 2023, a dark and sad day in Tennessee history
Black men striped of their first amendment right to tell their story
The Declaration of Independence, states that "all men are created equal"
But the miscarriage of justice carried out in Nashville, quite illegal
Two young black Representatives expelled from the state house
Wrongfully discarded, unconstitutionally trashed, with many doubts
Simply because of the color of their skin
The perpetrators will never win
Black people in the south, still faced with remmnants of Jim Crow
They continuously want to constrain our voices, don't you know
Systemic racism is still alive and well
Brothers and Sisters open your eyes, because it's not that hard to tell
The act of expulsion, was a planned strategy
Nothing more than a senseless tragedy
From start to finish, this was all about race
Just a blatant power grab to put two uppity blacks in their place
The nation mourns for the loss souls in the Nashville legislature
Blinded by the darkness of corruption, with a revengeful nature
They rammed down our throats, a historical, unprecedented expulsion
Two black men politically lynched, for a house, decorum rules intrusion
Modern day slavery, still keeping us down
I am embarrassed to say that Memphis is my home town
Don't misconstrue, "Modern Day Slavery", as victimhood
We're not victims, just oppressed people, with our plight misunderstood
As black people, brought to this country on slave ships
As we continue to be mistreated, we harken back to those trips
Why are we, refused and denied our deserved respect
Maybe because when we reflect, our opinions are honest and direct
Pulaski County Tennessee, birth home of the Klu Klux Klan
To overcome southern disenfranchisement, voting is the plan
For us to neutralize that "Good Ole Boy" mentality
As a people, we must realize that it's more than a formality
For, far too long, we have been degraded and downtrodden
We refuse to be your foot stool any longer, we beg your pardon
Many people have lost their sense of civility
Engaging in bigotry and not taking responsibility
When some people present themselves as racists
Don't entertain the negative, just be an escapist
When some in society dismiss an education
They are easily persuaded with misinformation
Some people give the illusion
there is widespread confusion
as to what constitutes the meaning of life.
But I was taught by my brother...
or was it my Mother?
It has a lot to do with the handling of strife.
A Child should be taught
that it's fine to be fraught
when trials and doubt cause reflection.
But no matter the slump
you'll get a strong bump
when surrounded by those with affection.
You are inclined to be less wary
even though the world is scary
when supported by family and friends.
And when you love one another
and even better... a significant other
you'll find the journey starts to really transcend.
But the meaning you seek
will not give you relief
if you fail to be prudent and wise.
You'll find life a lot tougher
and thus exceedingly rougher
to make sense of the things you despise.
You will find you're life will worsen
when you're not a good person
and unsure of how to do what is right.
You should seriously be leaning
towards only the things that have meaning
to improve your situation and plight.
How does a person start?
I guess I would slowly depart
from activities where you get angry and riled.
And become a far greater force
by changing your course
and become a much better Parent, Friend or Child.
Once you get a handle on strife...
You'll find the meaning of life
is to help others become a bit stronger.
And once you're a person complete
you can love all you meet
and not fear the meaning of life any longer.
But to those... who thrive on strife
to mess up their life
it's only fair to give you a clue.
So you'll be happy to know
where the wild things grow
and thus the answer is a crisp 42.*
The End
*A computer was fed all the relevant data to determine the meaning of life and came back with the answer 42. It is also the number used in 'A Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy' in their search for the meaning of life.
*Written for the poetry contest on the 'Meaning of Life' sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke.
*For those who are interested. My cartoon 'Bob's your Uncle' can be seen on my homepage. A new one will appear every second day.
my generation
is in need of a desperation
a new kind
these days it’s not easy to find
an utter loss of hope
something from which you cannot cope
from which you can’t escape
where can you turn, when all your “heroes” throw down their capes?
desperation
like a fish out of water
choking on air
we breathe it everyday, but how much do we truly care
does it even matter?
can we even sense the urgency?
desperation
come on now wake up it’s an emergency
an utter loss of hope
if you could feel it, could you cope?
alone
and on your own
this desperation is a ravishing hunger
one we recognize when we can’t take it any longer
come wake up, open your eyes, can you now see the situation is dire
desperation
the kind we need in this generation
my generation, is in need of desperation
but hold on now, aren’t we the invicibles
young and full of life
nothing can touch us right
so we take off, we’re in flight
Oh we’re good,so good
we’re so good at at concealing all of our insecurities their almost invisible
behind this facade, lay our secret pains and strife
we’re really paperthin chameleons
a different color for everytime we feel threatened
fragile , at any sign of emotion
can’t you sense the desperation
a lost cause
devoured by desperation
blinded, by questions
where do we go from here?
overwhelmed by out mistakes, we’ve abandoned learned lessons
but it’s so clear
we can’t see it
blinded by our dreams, hopes, and fears
desperation
look behind all the fog of misinterpretation
lets get over what he said or she said
please open your eyes
desperation
and behold the beauty
desperation
now that you can see it clearly
drop your arms and defenses
and get past all false pretenses
be vulnerable
for there’s one who won’t drop in you in his arms
so be desperatley, desperate, in despartation
he’s the one who’s already bought the youth of this nation
so all you others beware cuz we aren’t the lost cause generation
so when you’ve lost all hope
and you just can’t seem to cope
when you’re on your own
and you feel alone
just know this
the desparation you feel
it’s the real deal
cause Christ can use your desperation
and turn it into a new hope, for a new generation
these days it’s not easy to find
a certian kind
a desperation
for my generation
Form:
' Sir have mercy on me,
please give me a piece of bread,
a glass of water,
I am starving to death,
since the typhoon obliterated our city,
we have eaten nothing,
my father survived the storm surge but died in hunger,
Save me!
I don't want to die like him,
help me bury his dead body.'
A young lad talks to one of the social workers,
every word he speaks tells the pain of abandonment,
the hunger that he has been suffering through could be felt
from the softness of his voice,
he bleeds in tears while wrapping the cadaver of his beloved father with a piece of white linen cloth,
his almond eyes reflect the desperate thoughts within his mind,
behind him,
his home reduced into pieces of broken woods,
he doesn't know where to go,
he doesn't know how to survive a life after the devastation.
'Papa! ,
I still remember so well,
when I was younger,
you promised me before the setting sun,
you would never never leave me alone in a struggle against our poverty till the end of time,
What would I be now without you?
How could I live alone on this world of harsh reality? '
Tears keep rolling down on his angelic face,
while kissing the cold loving hand of his dead father,
upon hearing his voice weakened by a week of tormenting agony,
the social worker could not stand stronger any longer,
she can feel her heart breaking in tears,
she kneels down before the child,
could not utter any word,
but just to hug the boy so tight like her son,
and wipes his tears away by her palm,
tears could not be stopped falling from her eyes.
Beneath the beauty of the kaleidoscopic rainbow,
I knew a man who got nothing,
but a small shack and sweet laughters of his grand children,
he found homily santuaries under their sweet smiles,
they live lives to the fullest without material desires,
yet the greed of Super Typhoon Yolanda is just formidable,
she robbed him of his small shack,
killed his only rooster,
and the worst,
she washed his grand children away into the ocean,
they have been missing for 8 days now.
His sight wanders into the waves of the sea,
with tears falling all day long and eternally,
his life is deep buried in incalculable sadness,
hoping for his grand children to come home,
yet nobody is home but memories of tragedy.