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The Game
Birth records the starting line
of an undefined span of time.
Unprepared for a life unknown.
You seek to fit and be the same
despite uniqueness you proclaim.
Dice your own, you begin the game.
The players all just come and go,
most estranged but some you know.
All so different, yet the same.
Unaware that life's a chance
at choices made on circumstance.
moves are made, in the game.
You learn to believe you're in control
yet seek for peace within your soul,
conflicted through the weight of pain.
Recognition and paths of pride
cloud the love you keep inside.
Justified, you play the game.
Things may not be what you thought
depending on the lies you bought.
Bridges burned and little gained.
You can't undo the things you've done.
Was it worth the the prize you won?
Baggage claimed,on with the game.
The road ahead is not so long.
Looking back you wrote a song.
Will anybody sing your name?
Was your claim to fame a comfort such,
it was with love, the lives you touched?
You chose the way you played the game!
-Jeannie Minor
When I arise as soon as I open my eyes
On the way, throughout the entire day
Back homeward bound oh to be found!
In the nights end will my praise I send
In the car, no matter if it's near or far
I place each thought, my soul bought
When I arrive just thankful I'm alive
He is the start and every other part
His protection great why'd you wait
Oh and His Glory you know His story
A tiny little bit but He will never quit
Be aware He knows your soul bare
But sometimes as in all the rhymes
His Glory so great no one can relate
But you reach allowing Him to teach
What a surprise in opening your eyes
Psalms 55:17 (KJV)
“Evening, and morning, and at noon,
will I pray, and cry aloud:
and he shall hear my voice.”
Did I just imagine you or are you just a dream
maybe just a figment of my brains insanity
do I dare to question whether you are really real?
maybe I should tell someone how lost I really feel
do you know how lonely it is inside my brain?
there is no one to share this deep embodied pain
I tried to do everything to show you how deeply I feel
but you never bought that this was ever the real deal
I don't know what to say to you, have no way to explain
the disappointment that I felt when it just washed away
remember the day you confirmed you had lied to me
didn't you understand that betrayal cut way deep
time and time I asked you and you thought I had no clue
I was not the clueless one your deception I saw through
so I sit here all alone not knowing what to say
wanting to reassure you that everything is okay
maybe the relationship was only in my brain
maybe there is no you, that you are a figment I create
doesn't matter anyway, I'll love you all the same
5/17/21
Forbidden or allowed
It's always around
Sometimes clear, green or brown
It makes me frown
That I can't put it down
In it I continually drown
Mom telling me 'it'll be the death of you and put you in the ground"
Tick tock, tick tock, closer to the final countdown
I've been lost not found
Head in the gutter or up in the clouds
Not just thinking aloud
It does not make me proud
I don't care if it becomes the talk of the town
Or if others think it makes me a clown
And that they continue to wear some sort of crown
I'm just happy that I've become friends with so many hounds
How come you never had a real one, well you got one now
It's all talk
And just a lot of crock
Telling myself and others that I need to stop
But I can not
Daily in large amounts it's being bought
From a shop
Always got a personal supply that stays stocked
Meanwhile, it's consumed around the clock
Doesn't matter what you got
I'll take a shot
Then I combine that with pot
I was here one minute then I took off
It's no shock
People so quick to gawk
And squawk
The only time I write, is this truly me or just drunken thoughts?
No one sees it, but there is a continual battle being fought
Oh how nice
Everything comes with a price
That's life
This vice
I paid for it more than twice
And continued to roll the dice
Only temporarily it would suffice
For the days but not the nights
For now I'm feeling alright
Time to turn off the lights
When I wake up and reality sets in, it really bites
(Part Two, Continued)
The better choice of the two, I believe is clear enough even for the ignorant.
Everyday a new adventure in human psychology, pain, and suffering.
allowed the privilege to interact with an endless array of human variety.
This disease knows no race, gender, class, sexuality, or political affiliation.
afflicting far more than the deranged few, as some would have you believe
a stereotype of persons with addiction, to create distance from the disease
It is possible that every living human, knows, or is related to someone afflicted.
Denying to acknowledge their loved ones condition, is the definition of ignorant.
It seems only fitting that the cause of our modern day's massive rise in addiction
Heroin, so numerous in its effects, stronger than any before, and more addicting
Is the direct descendant of man's original addictive remedy, the Opium Poppy.
The worlds percentage of heroin addicted persons, passing epidemic proportions
nothing in our lifetimes has possessed this level of destructive power.
society barely managed to subdue and heal from the international Opium problem
The fact an implication of how difficult this new epidemic will be to stop
A terrible time to be an addict, but prosperous for entrepreneurial persons
Maybe this is my chance to increase my level of success in my current hustle
I have the ability, knowledge, and connections to be a true kingpin.
However, one constant continuously holds me firmly at my current level of success
Held back so long by addiction, I finally realize the extent of my enslavement
If I didn't have to support an immense and ever increasing drug habit
Long ago, I would have reached the level of extreme wealth and riches
I am embarrassed to admit the expense of my extremely costly past time
But, I will say with honesty the number spent resides in the millions
And, that is at distribution cost, purchasing quantity at a wholesale discount
Unaware and not wanting to know the true cost if bought at street price.
An entire lifetimes of earned yearly salaries, injected into my plump veins.
More money has gone into my veins, than into many millionaires bank accounts
If they hadn't been used to chase a short and fleeting sensation and feeling,
I would be among one of the richest individuals I know, without a doubt.
A Couplet On
Innocent Blood
Written: by Miracle Man
10/29/2018
Through the innocent blood of Jesus shed on a cross,
A way was made to separate man from his dross.
Sinless, God’s only son, took the trip up Golgotha’s hill,
Saying, “Father, let this cup pass from me if it be your will”
Though His life wasn’t “taken” from Him that day,
In my mind remains a debt that I can never repay.
Many proclaim that with spikes, to the cross He was held,
I think, his love for mankind is why he was impelled.
Through this one individual act, our salvation was bought,
And today, many are giving Jesus, little or no thought.
I'm watching the downfall of the nation I served
Leadership bought by the middle East has me unnerved
Our flag waving in glory still makes this old heart swell
But our chance of survival is that of a snowball in hell
Our pride's been replaced by government subsidized laws
Free homes, free phones, free care, we no longer fight for a cause
Dependent on government we can no longer be called man
Just jackasses and sheep, no longer part of the plan
The end of an era with a system that's beginning to smell
Our chance of rebuilding is that of a snowball in hell
The state of the union has working Americans irate
Too many dreams have been shattered since 2008
Financially destroyed by a man on a mission, pray tell
Our chance of achieving is that of a snowball in hell
Hey you! Yes, you!
Quick! Come this way...
I have something unique to show you.
Please, listen to what I say.
You know you really want this
Everyone will be envious of you
Come on…. Take a little peak.
Pick a colour… red, white or blue?
Its absolutely free and...
It’s like nothing seen before
But in order for it to work...
It must be bought by all.
The product is so sort after...
Yet no one can seem to grasp.
That’s it’s always been available...
To the lower & upper class
You can’t physically touch it
But you can feel it all around
And you can’t physically see it
But you can hear a calming sound
Mankind has finally realised
That this is how life should be
Let down barriers and love one another
Being kind and judgemental free
The product is “World Peace”
It’s never sold out before
But imagine if it did!
Our species could be so much more.
I want to give my only yellow mini tulip away
To the daughter of my beloved late cousin,
So the memory of her will never slip away
From our minds and hearts deep within.
I recently gave a symbol of love, a red tulip away
To my newfound lover who I knew would win
My heart in how he engages with me every day,
How he passionately makes us both sin.
I am yet to give a blue tulip to someone someday,
As a symbol of friendship and peace between Djinn.
I want to meet him again, soon, someday.
But maybe, his heart, I will never win.
I bought a vase of mini tulips I saw on the way,
Considered it for someone who may be my twin,
But I realize it was too much for someone anyway.
So I bought them for myself, even if self-love is a sin.
Grandma, look I am flying on your broom.
Where would you be going on such a fine
Afternoon?
Be careful that's an heirloom.
To your bedroom
To get my costume.
Grandma, look I am flying on your broom.
Well! One thing is for sure you have plenty of
Elbow room.
Did you find your black pantaloons?
Be careful that's an heirloom.
Before we go trick or treating you will need to
Use the powder room.
Once your outfit is on there won't be another
Opportune.
Grandma, look I am flying on your broom.
I assume
You bought your walkie talkies so we can
Commune.
Be careful that's an heirloom.
Grandma, why does daddy fume?
Never you mind. Halloween will be over soon.
Grandma, look I am flying on your broom
Be careful that's an heirloom.