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Why do we close our eyes
Or look away
From times of despair
Do we think by doing this
The problems are not there
If you can't see them
Have they gone away?
Problematic worries
Usually, come to stay
It's no good ignoring them
Or try to shut them out
By closing your eyes
If not faced up to
Worries double in size
Just pray for courage
Then take a long deep breath
Before the despair, you feel cause death
Death from lack of reasoning
From common sense too
A death that is consuming
That's taken hold of you
Try resting your brain awhile
To get your thinking straight
Address this sadness right away
Before it's too late
Once you have made this decision
And continue in this vein
Your anxiety and worry
Will cease to cause you pain
With your eyes wide open
A new awareness you may find
And this new perspective
Will bring you peace of mind
So right before I moved to Texas, the property manager where I was moving to called me and said, “Ms. Dright, I just want to let you know, you’ve been approved.”
Now, as much as I have heard those words before, at that moment and at that time, those words hit my brain different. It was a “Wow” revelation moment. And what was revealed to me was - She’s right, “I BEEN approved.” I been approved wayyy back then, like been.
I been approved, approved by God since birth. So you see, everybody might not know, some just finding out, some might find out later and some may never know, but yeah, “I BEEN approved!”
So next time someone tells you you’ve been approved, just know, they are just now catching up cause you been already knew. And, if there’s ever a time when someone tells you that you are NOT approved, don’t be sad or disappointed, you didn’t do nothing wrong, understand that everything is within the mindset. Guard your mind and shift your thinking to a positive perspective and remember what I said - They don’t know, they haven’t found out yet, and that’s okay, as long as you know. (smile)
Also keep in mind from now on, when they tell you that you are approved, that’s not them approving you, that’s God speaking through them approving you.
And like I said, when you hear you are not approved, don’t get discouraged, that’s only cause God has approved you for something greater that is already in the making. So learn to thank God for the non-approvals as well as the approvals. And trust and believe, it has nothing to do with your credit score or income, it’s ALL God, not man.
Remember, “You BEEN Approved!”
We are indebted to the universe.
Energy comes with a price and we all must pay.
Why be a servant, when you can be a master of your divine spark human
experience, by creating immortal memories, so you can live through the mind
of men.
Man and Woman is a star restrained to a body.
The bodies are the planets, revolving around it central suns.
Man haven't realized how great he is.
For man is the sun of God.
Come sit! Let me pour LIGHT in thy brain.
Man appears to disappear not realizing, he exists in silence and darkness.
Masculine and Feminine gave birth to a child, whose name is balance.
From balance came order.
Together they dominate man's life.
Escape the wheel of karma or you will be doomed to come back here.
By man own doings, he attracts more karma to himself.
Therefore, he must face all consequences as if he was in court.
Nobody wants to die.
But now I am old
I wonder why.
I sometimes feel very ill,
And take many prescription pills,
To help strengthen me and help me strive
To have an even longer life.
At lunch, while watching the TV
I learned something that bothered me,
A. I. artificial intelligence is coming here
I feel this will be something to fear
I know now why life feels unreal,
It's fast becoming true
If this phenomenon comes to pass
It could be the end of all we knew.
It doesn't make sense,
To this uneducated old girl
It makes me feel tense
It makes my old brain whirl.
Has the World gone wild,
Or is the Wild one me?
Why am I taking pills
To give me longevity.
Only to realise today
We will have no choice
Unreality will come to stay
And we won't have a voice.
God sent you
into my life
to wake me from the dead
But you broke my heart devoured my soul
and dragged me through hell instead
Because you’re evil
You’re a demon
You’re a witch on the devils crew
You make me dance like a puppet on fire……
With the curse of your love Voodoo
I can’t break free
Of the spell you placed
Designed to fog my brain
I’m a drunken man from tasting your love
And it’s driving me insane
My friends tell me
I need to run away
And find somewhere to hide
But as far as I run I can’t get away
From the venom you’ve left inside
Because you’re evil
You’re a demon
You’re a witch on the devils crew
You make me dance like a puppet on fire…..
with the curse of your love voodoo
You tell me
I’d better stay close
If I want to taste your love
it’s all part of an evil plan
Cause you didn’t come here from above
Now here I am
Knocking on your door
Begging you to let me in
But you’re too busy collecting ……
The souls of other men
Because you’re evil
You’re a demon
You’re a witch on the devils crew
You make us dance like puppets on fire …..
with the curse of your love voodoo
You make me dance like a puppet on fire
With the curse of your love voodoo
I wish i could wake up next to you.
I would wanna be the first one to wake up so as you’re sleeping i can run my fingers through your hair so you can wake up in a nice way.
I want to make you French toast and bring it to you in bed whenever you had a rough day prior.
I want to iron your clothes so you look nice for work that day.
I want you to come home with an amazing dinner made and i can help you relax.
I want to take you to the cities, countries, and continents that you’ve been wanting to go see.
I want to take you to see the world.
I want to show you where i grew up and how it sparked a love for forests and dense scenery because mystery is beautiful to me.
I want you to see where my stories are from.
Where my love for paranormal and witches and spirits came from.
I want you to see what I’ve seen.
I want to take you somewhere the leaves turn colors in the fall and the entire town turns red, orange and brown.
Where it feels like a warm comfort.
I’m gonna take you places.
I want you to show me new experiences.
I want to see where your stories are from.
I want to see what you want to see.
I want to see your dreams.
I want to see your thoughts and your brain.
I want you to drive me insane with how much you fascinate me.
I want you to see my dreams, thoughts and brain.
I want you to understand my brain and I’d love to understand yours.
I want to understand your brain.
Even if it takes a lifetime or more.
When i feel you
under my body my pupils dilate
my arteries conscrit...
You make me rise temperature.
my heart skips a beat and races...
My blood pressure skyrocket.
You take my breath,
my respiration becomes
shallow and rapid.
You impulsate my brain,
put fire and burns me in
electrical vibes....
Secretions spit out
and i have no control
of my glands...
You cause me spasms
pressing my muscles,
tensing my body that
i feel i could lift tremendous
weights...
I feel violent, ugly, messy...
But as a miracle all in
love way...
I am grateful for all
incredible feeling i
carry inside when with you... !
A wandering alien I meander in wonder
Traversing the earth, sky and the sea.
This neo-globe in quick metamorphosis
While in continual circulation
With all of her civility and merchandise
And appurtenances of modernity;
Complexity has transcend
The simplicity of an era and
‘Tis everything has become new:
The huge metallic cacophonous bird,
The neurotic box that outwit the brain
To exceed the axis and compact the universe…
But i wonder still of these invent
To calm the wave and to seal the sky
With all of the kismet of flood,
Storm, earthquake and tsunami!
The dragon had long become a myth
To reborn the surge of rocket boom.
The cackling metal stick inbuilt with death
And the miniature ‘tom to turn the city into ash.
I see a gigantic whale propelled within stomach,
Slosh through surface and beneath the ocean
Thwarting the tumbling wave and serenity below.
There is the polished Everest Mountain to live,
The worker model reacting to button;
The fast metal snake reacting to charge
And the transplantation of Organs….
Man has create a world of wonder
And still I meander for essence and repose!
Great wit and profound ingenuity
Have now surpassed the strength to till
And eyes set on screen and pages
Have undermined the Wisdom of Solomon….
But what pertains to the invent of contentment
With anxiety, frustration and desperation?
Merchants have dawn the mint for barter
And the opportune capitalist is fortunate
With all the communal fortune and as
Titles and honours have excused a name
While prevail the awful distress about
Destitution, sickness, hunger and death
And corruption….? These conundrums…
Still a wanderer, I meander in wonder!
I followed her to China
I followed her to Spain
I traipsed behind her neck bones.
I marveled at her brain.
She asked me to please leave
Which really hurt my feelings.
She called the county cops.
Which left my mind a reeling.
I followed her to spinning class.
I followed her to planets Z and Zoom.
I followed her to her grandma’s.
Where the old biddy killed me with a broom.
The cops slowly came running
Breathing fast, due to being too well fed.
I yelled they should arrest her,
But then I realized I was not quite dead.
She said that woman is my stalker.
Please lock her up in jail.
So here I sit lamenting
Writing this self-imposed bad tale.
No inspiration or divine intervention.
It’s just another night filled with apprehension.
All these straight black lines
Burn into my mind.
And I’ve no new ideas to break the tension.
My poor imagination just lies there, dormant.
My brain is screaming and my soul in torment.
And this blank white page
Filling me with rage.
And I feel sweat pouring off me in a torrent.
What do I say? And how do I say it?
It's in my guitar, how do I play it?
I fear that it's gone... I'll never write again...
I am told to just hold on to perseverance.
But I keep drifting back into incoherence.
I pick up the pen
Try to start again.
But my imagination makes no appearance.
My body is so tired but my mind is frantic.
I want to give up, I want to yell, scream and kick.
I should go to bed
My poor aching head
Don't let me hear you say writing is romantic.
This is my art! I fear I betray it!
My head’s a blank slate, I but obey it…
I fear that it’s gone… I’ll never write again…
This or That, Vol 16 Poetry contest
2/10/2023 Blank Slate
sponsored by Edward Ibeh