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"Leaders" are sweeping us toward the drain.
Lined with the halos of fractured hope.
They seed the soil and skies with green dragon eyes.
Not bothering to hide their brackish hearts anymore.
They've filled our havens and cities with black-souled deities.
If anything, COVID-19 taught the elites,
that mankind is easily converted to swine and sheep.
Mankind will readily cloak their smiles, stay inside, deep inside.
Mask up and shut up indefinitely.
They'll shy away from funerals and weddings of loved ones.
Under moderate threat and prodding...call it barbed conditioning.
Our nose rings grow thicker-the future grows grayer and dimmer.
Nothing emerges from the drain say for a rouged echo or three.
A new world order, a most unholy trinity.
God is engulfed in his blue period.
Has grown into a blossom of indifference.
Quite scentless and so very distant.
Shelly said that Darlene said that
Tina said that you are an ignorant fool.
So?
Jinny said that Zinna was rolling her eyes at you.
Farina said you have cooties.
So?
Do you want to hear what Allie said about you?
No, thanks.
Minnie said….
“I don’t want to hear it,” I tell her, skipping away.
“You are a poppie butt!” she yells after me.
Thank you, I yell back.
“You are CRAZY!” she hollers, angry now.
“THANK YOU!” I yell louder.
“They were talking trash about you,” my friend tells me.
Wait a second. This is my friend?
“Are you going to talk to them about it?”
No.
Are you going to fight them?
I throw back my head and laugh.
Once I mastered the skip away, the stay away and the thank you
Bullies had no power over me.
They started bothering others.
I try to teach my friends
Bullies will leave you alone
If they don’t think you are getting mad or sad.
Being so danged light skinned .
I had a terrible time mastering
Those telling pink cheeks.
I had to practice with
Trusted friends,
By letting them calling
Me names and practicing
My strategies.
The Keep Away.
The Skip Away.
The Thank You.
Believe me,
I now have it right.
No one bothers
Me now.
It’s simply
No
Damned
Fun.
I am Married. He's a Prince. Stole my heart at sixteen.
We bought a house. Two dogs, three cats.
We created two beautiful sons and the American dream.
I'm from nothing, he grew in stability.
I work in local government, quite boring really. He uses brawn and muscle.
Life is good and stable. We have a routine and normal squabbles.
The American dream.
I dream.
Guilty dreams.
Of wildness and hot breath. Of soaring winds and soft flesh.
These dreams are hidden. From my thoughts from his.
Guilty random not healthy urges. Restlessness. Longing.
For unknown boundaries that threaten my world.
We sleep back to back our behinds just kissing.
Hugging our seperate pillows and looking out at no where.
Some times I stay late in the babies bed. Untill I know he's asleep and my mood can stay hidden.
Hidden in unspoken words that fill our silence. These conversations we have inside our minds,
not bothering to speak and risk the knowing.
Risk our American Dream.
The picture frame around our lives structuring our decisions into normal desires.
But I dream.
My darkest secret is knowing my unknown fervor.
There is another path. A different picture frame.
In it I am wild. Reckless. Loved beyond reason. Passion is fire,
surrounding the still frames of deepest desire.
I Dream. I live the American Dream.
I Love beyond reason this quiet prince and charming boys.
I live for them.
So I fear this shifting restlessness that threatens their happiness.
Enjoy your gifts, be grateful, share them
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The gifts of nature given by God
How much do we sit and enjoy?
We only plunder and destroy
The gift of unconditional love showered by parents
How much do we value it?
Do we give them the respect and care they deserve?
The gift of life, many precious seconds
How much do we value them?
Do we use each moment productively, prudently?
The gift of love, compassion given by God
Bestowing us with bountiful joy and bliss
How much do we practice, share?
The gift of breath, the joy of being alive
How much do we feel grateful?
Full of elation every moment
The gift of salvation, unending bliss
A gift freely available to all
We don't even try for it
The gift of this body, a vehicle of soul
is for our up keeping not a product of display
This gift is often taken for granted
Gift of senses, for our enjoyment
We let them rule us
We sin
We only think and talk about our achievements
Trying to prove we are better
Ego has no end
We always think and serve selfish humans
Never bothering to think of God
whose gifts are boundless
Give the gift of unconditional love
Share all you have with the less fortunate
More you give, more your coffers fill
Make a list of all gifts that you have, treasure them
Be glad you have so many gifts
Let joyous bliss fill your being
Be good, do good, spread goodness
Let life be a saga of service
Be Godly, emulate him
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For The Gift That I Give You, Mystic Rose Rose
4.07.2021
Premier contest winner 9th position
Once more you appear, crossing my threshold
after breaking the lock to memory's door.
Your illusion enters without bothering to knock,
stepping into my room as a wavering shadow.
You breach the barrier of cries and goodbyes,
escaping from the grave where lost love slept.
I wept long ago and swore an oath to my heart,
never would I allow you in, as a lover or friend.
Tell me, against your invasion, how do I defend?
How can I restrain you from entering my thoughts,
and if I knew, would you still haunt my dreams?
Through eyes blurred by streams of warm tears,
would you leer as a voyeur, lurking at my window?
Why do you channel the deep furrows of my soul,
gazing at me with mournful eyes blackened by kohl?
I've given up pretending that you're not here.
Here, in the chamber where we were never apart.
Please leave me in peace if you once held me dear.
On velvet nights when the moon is fully ripened,
I'm still drawn to you like the magnetism of her pull.
I tremble each time my lips whisper your name.
With each intrusion, I am powerless to defend myself,
for my heart wears no armor, my door has no sentry.
Vulnerable mortals such as I, must bear this burden
when a wraith from an erstwhile love desires entry
October 14, 2022
2022 Marathon Mile 17 Contest
Sponsored by Mark Toney
Originally posted in May of 2018
I told my family, "There's a film of me,
A fool for all the world to see.
Dancing before a bedroom glass,
Over a pretty woman, I was an ass.
A tune of silly words I'd say,
Rehearsed a few times each day.
That secret film was passed around,
Just the start to bring me down.
They judged me like the worst of men,
As if I'd sinned again and again.
My parents, feared I'd lost my mind,
Left any hope for me behind.
Years passed by; then I sought the law,
To tell them something new I saw.
"One sentence only," said the cop.
"So make it brief, and then please stop."
I said, "They enter where I sleep,
And drugs into my brain do creep."
Before I'd even said much more,
He locked the station's heavy door.
He called my home without delay,
To have my family take me away.
One sentence was enough, to prove
I was stuck in a raving groove.
I tried again some months from then,
I wrote to officers again.
Local, county, state alike,
Hoping truth at last would strike.
I wrote, "I'm drugged inside my room
By drifting vapors filled with doom.
They steal my rest throughout the night,
They twist my thoughts beyond what's right."
The police soon pulled into my drive,
to stay calm I tried to strive.
They took me to the loony bin
Where well-meaning people locked me in.
My family told me to stop
bothering every kind of cop
They said I have to take a med
That's known to help what's in my head
Again I spoke, "Baddies in the walls,
Behind the ceilings, down the halls.
They can even strike from cars that roam,
Not to mention in our home."
My family heard each fearful claim,
And shrugged as I proved I was insane
Only defectors could change their view;
No righteous man in the bad guy crew.
But what if
We're already off the cliff
What if across this continent,
Lives are tortured, lives are bent
What if the answer isn't meds
Isn't mental hospital beds
Should we rethink what we knew
What if all of it
is true?
That ain’t me
That ain’t me
I’ve got habits, I can’t beat
You ain’t one
Hit the street
I’ve got a habit
That ain’t you , guess it’s me
Yeah it’s me
I’ve got a habit of staying at home
Scrollin all night
and
Texting on the phone
but not to you though
Because you ain’t my habit no more
Not no more!
So what or who’m I going to do?
What’m I going to wear?
Should I cut, straighten, dye or
curl my hair?
That ain’t the habit
I mean, I keep it clean
But I’m only reading
I ain’t in the magazines
I got some habits and they’re not you
Not enough time too much to do
I’m making a lot of habits baby
But not a one of them is you
Leave me be
That ain’t me
That ain’t me
Keep it moving
Let me be
Stop making me your habit
I told you quit/(that s) bothering me
and leave me be.
I’m not goin to tell anybody
How I think they should see me
Instead I’ll just keep
This one habit I have
Of just being me!
Diet soda
Bubblegum
Pickin my nose
I know it sounds snotty
Man everyone does
My feet are bare and dirty
And sometimes I still suck my thumb
I got habits
I’ve got a habit and it ain’t you
I got a habit of singing the blues
Go and find another habit
Get something else to do
That ain’t me.
That ain’t me
That ain’t me
I’ve got habits I can’t beat
You ain’t one hit the street
I’ve got a habit
It ain’t you cause it’s me
Yeah it’s me
Hej and Shej made everyone cry, and they did not care.
It was fun for them; for they were a mean god and goddess.
The sun observed their meanness during the day.
The moon rolled his eyes at their evening antics.
You are the best! Hej said to Shej.
Not, it is you! Shej said, giving him the high five.
You made more people cry today than I have irritated in a week.
Their antics were beginning to border on cruelty.
Let’s appeal to the Goddess of the Hemisphere, the sun said.
The moon agreed, and so they did.
The Goddess of the Hemisphere took their notes and shook her head.
I do not want them to disappear completely. Let me think on it.
The next day the sun appeared and the moon said
Before I go, I have to show you something.
God Hej and Goddess Shej turned to stone forever
Never bothering anyone again thanks to Goddess of the Hemisphere.
Dear God,
It’s Billy, have you got a minute…I apologize for bothering you
with the entire universe to look after…
I imagine you have a lot to do
But have you checked in on the Earth lately…
perhaps from way up there it’s hard to tell
but I think if you look hard enough
you’ll see we’re not doing very well.
I know you must be happy with all the love down here
and that is a reason to celebrate…
but as happy as you are with all the love
you’ve got to be saddened by all the hate.
Which is why after church this morning
I’m sending this prayer to you…
you see I’m afraid and confused and I’m worried
and I don’t know what else to do.
So God if you happen to have the time…
I wonder…could you to re-create….
a world that keeps the love that’s already here
but gets rid of all the hate?
I hope this isn’t too much to ask…
and I’m not even sure what kind of power you’ve got…
but if you could make this one prayer come true
it sure would mean a lot.
And if you make this dream come true…
in church will I never miss another Amen…
and I’ll make you this promise:
I’ll never bother you again!
Well I have to go now…
My mom says there are a lot of things I have to do…
And if you’re going to get rid of everyone’s hate
I imagine so do you.
Your friend,
Billy
Lord Cam Was Here.
I had and spent a great time here.
The end is not far away.
I turned 65 in May of this year 2024.
I am on my way out. Heading up to heaven.
I helped a lot of people. Many turned ungrateful. But it's all ok.
I did it for Love.
I was victimised and ostrasised at Times,
Repaid unkindness for Kindness, Treated harshly and cheated at times.
But by luck or faith, or blessings, I always managed to bounce back.
And In spite of it all I lived a wondaful and most happy life.
Always with a pure, sincere and giving heart.
I always tried hard to be a truthful man, even when i was lied upon.
I have always been blessed with an abundance of happiness and Cheerfulness,
Lucky Me.
Blessed with 3 children, although only one seem to be bothering with me nowadays.
I find the others ungrateful Like many of the hypocrites and parasites
I've me in my life-In every walk of life.
But that did not stop me being Loving and Loved and like I said Blessed.
And when I'm Gone, do not mourn for me.
In fact just celebrate having touched our lives together in some way.
I will be gone to a much better , higher place of Goodwill
Where Goodwill is not so sparse.