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Spring is imminent,
but the salt marshes
are not aware, for
the air is cold and drear.
Patchwork of tan and gray
stretches toward the sea,
cattails and reeds bend east
in a still chilly wind.
Bayberry and rosa rugosa,
blackened as if by fire,
huddle together, backdrop
for frost bitten sedges
decorated here and there
with shiny spills, silver pools
left by the last high tide,
reflecting the emptiness
of a white winter light.
And still the marshes sleep,
waiting for a length of days
warmed by a stronger sun
to stir them from their long nap,
for juices to flow into
stiff, arthritic stems,
for leaves to branch out,
filling the marshes again
with a hundred shades of green
and buds of latent flowers.
Once again the process begins,
The unending work of rebirth.
Stepping heavy as the burden of my heart breaks
Heartfelt, never made an effort that was half-hearted
enough to be coming at your heart in half-steps
Check my prints, my footsteps never matched them
The path I tread in , my only companion be my melodies
Like the walls of Jericho fell, fall and there falls the Pharoah
Threats of Violence don't scare me
Thye just make me very hard to deal with
Especially when the means you using be excessive
Like you obsessed with my arrest's
Interested Like all my Faith is
Dead without the works
God's the rod to my back still
Man my back hurts
the battles I lost them
look at the cost here
I'm seed that is fallow, the ground is Hallowed
Pride swallowed, I still feel and taste that sorrow
It's unlikely, it's not even like me
to be talking to mice like they're men and mighty
so i switch it up and doulble dip them
Top them like i'm talking to models
My Motto "Aqua, Contra, Quatra"
I never quench the Spirit
My Spirit serious enough to quench a series
Precise, precisely, ETA> exact time arrival
Man I'm past due i ain't even arrived yet
I couldn't defeat 'em, but I survived them
And I will>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Be the one Pitching the Team here
and if They wanna be the devil
Well I be the Devil
Serving Curve balls and Strikes down the middle
Big Brother don't feel my anger
Just feel the Power
Come on man don' you wanna share it
Cuz you be Preaching to me about being stingy
look I'm the Potter, your the vessal, you want some Honor
i don't ask for nothing, nathan
I just take you and feed you like i did the pheines then
You never know I just might be that tree man
Whispering up in a breeze in
And there boy
Up in the air with The Airforce
Like the 3rd World War
Destruction>--- Of -C-our-se
Death For-- S-ure
Form:
Exploring new surroundings is a,
Trembling experience to say the least.
Approaching fear is the creepiest part,
Planning something neat for yourself.
I recall saying to God I want to step out,
I’m seeking opportunities to branch out.
Nervousness flows through my veins,
Like an endless flowing stream.
All great things require sacrifice,
To be followed up with great rewards.
Pushing through the tough times,
Distancing myself from the noise.
Resist the struggle and temptation,
A fight I’ve been in for too long.
Revert back to studying the word,
Renew my mind and switch focus.
The internal battle within the soul is,
Gaining friction as I establish my life.
I can hear you telling me let it go,
Loosen the burden, give me control.
The bettor I set forth, the less you appear to care.
Hence, the best I attempt, the farther I prosper.
It looks that you cannot complete this assignment.
For every solo blink, sheerer gets incitement.
The time has shown up for you to be conscious.
To branch out into the world for karma purposes.
The shortcoming lies with me for wrecking you.
At that point, I whimsy it was the right track to do.
The bettor I serve, the best I can observe.
On account of you, I retained the option to improve.
Flying is the best trail for ascertaining your way.
There are a variety of events present today.
The issue is resolved, and the site is likely.
Launch your destiny without uncertainty.
It's useless whether you admire me.
Either you involve me or won't be your plea.
I'm hesitant; however, one object is clear.
I'll wait by there till the silver star appears.
You needn't bother with my increased support.
It's fit beyond due that I discharge you in short.
Written: November 21, 2021
Convinced I am
I'll never be me again
The one who created the pain
The one who had so much to gain
But lost out in the end
To a race against time
A figment of me
Just a pigment of hope
Lie down at night
No sleep to make up
I wander about
Through today's events
I worry about tomorrows as well
There is no real balance
When I am always off center
My mind never shuts down
I Whisper I can't do this anymore
Can't continue to live in a past unforgiven
I am stuck here in the void
Can't trust myself to let my guard down
Feel only alone is how I will live out this life
Scroll through the pictures on facebook dating
All so many choices but none ever get back
Am I just a lost cause
Confined to all I fear
It's a stain that won't wash out
Am I really that unlovable
Is the cover just to torn to turn the page
So much unsuriness so little dedication
To branch out away from past thoughts
It's alarming and endangering
Have I become that lost soul
Only time knows
All the secrets I hide.
CORRUPTION
As the tree branch its hands to collect wind
So do men branch out their hand to offer and collect my willingly.
Sweetness, and bitterness of life are my darkness works
Those who eat from me are those singing the song- let’s stop corruption.
Who can say, am the cause of drought in all nations?
Everywhere, echoes of your senseless possessions, crimpled the lands
Look inside you, you will see corruption seed happily growing.
Colour of skins, no longer fear but trend on my path.
Some kill to magnified me; some are roped into my wide name.
The mouth of the corrupted wants me stop for better life
Better life they never intended for any living souls
I am everywhere: in the church, in the mosques, in the families, in the schools;
Even in the bedroom of individual. I am there.
As the nose stood on the face, so do I; in your mind
What you do not need; you do have them.
You give birth to me daily in your blood and tongue
Your eyes sees me and glued to me.
To end me, is to end all humanities; all have corrupted.
Who can says am not part of him or her?
The only truth in your mouth is me.
I am the bedrock of distinct colour’s economy
I made them rich and kept others borrowers.
I made some rich, I made some rotten in jail, while some are permanently poor.
Famine, marginalisation, mass death; strengthen my existence and co-existence.
I walk through dispensations till date.
Those who enjoyed me pervert the course of justice and fairness
Oh, thou that eat from my table, why do thou want me sentence?
Has thou considered: your husband, wife, children and friends who I fed fat?
I have come to stay in this world since man never think to stop wanting more;
You called me corruption, but I called you my seed.
I am god to the rich and enemy to the poor.
If I smile to your faces or hands , no one can resist and flee
I gummed your eyes and palms as the fluid in the bone.
I am due for legalisation and honour
honour me as you do for those I made.
Having headaches daily on how to end me
never stop me from living in the heart of men.
I need recognition; sign ne into law worldwide.
by Pastor Omojevewe Emmanuel
The Voyage of Life: Childhood, painting, 1840, Thomas Cole
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The Voyage of Life: Childhood
A gentle dawn, a tender hue,
Where innocence begins anew.
The river flows, a silver gleam,
A baby born within a dream.
The small boat sets out from a cave,
Symbol of man`s source, from earth brave,
And streams down in a weather fair
Amidst greens under divine stare.
The boat`s prow holding an hour glass
Marks dawn of life and how time pass
In the voyage of human life,
As in diverse phases man strives.
At first, a lush shore, a bright start,
Delights the tranquil, happy heart;
With eager eyes, he gazes wide,
Where future currents softly glide.
The world unfolds, a vibrant scene,
A tapestry not ever seen,
Each flower bud, each hissing breeze,
A symphony amidst the trees.
No heavy thought, no weary sigh,
Beneath the vast and azure sky;
The babe floats on, with spirits light,
Bathed in the sun's pure, golden light.
He laughs and plays, without a doubt,
As life's unfolding paths branch out.
A nascent spirit, brave and bold,
A story waiting to be told.
The gentle slope, the banks so green,
The fairest sight he's ever seen,
He trusts the stream, its steady pull,
His little world so beautiful.
No shadows loom, no darkened fear,
Just all that's lovely, holding dear,
The child's pure gaze, so clear and true,
Reflects the skies of azure blue.
The journey starts, a quiet grace,
On this serene, watery space
A time of dreaming, pure and free,
In a parental modest lee.
His heart a bud, about to bloom,
Dispels any whisper of gloom,
He sails along, with gentle sway,
Towards the promise of the day.
The river's song, a lullaby,
Beneath a vast and watchful eye,
The childhood phase, a fleeting art,
Engraved forever in the heart.
Keep the seed going
In the cloud of unknowing
The roots branch out – the plant has grown
Watered by the cloud are the seeds that were sown
The Willie Wagtail punches above its weight
To repel a raven or crow, it will not hesitate
Oh, little bird with such plucky a heart
Turning harassment and evasion into such a fine art
My friend the Rosella with colours so bold
Created by that master painter of old
Be free to wander and screech and sing
May your voice in the forest for an eternity ring
Oh, if I could be a bird and fly
Perhaps I will on the day that I die
To take my place in that eternal nest
And have myself a well-earned rest.
My name is Mrs. Spring
I can do some pretty wondrous things
And
Hidden beneath my heart felt sprinkles
Are dew drop star wishes of morning light twinkles
My all time favorite color is every bit of green
And my magic allows me to change from winter into spring
But
Master Winter cannot seem to do anything in rhythmical flow
And he even turns my precious rain right back into hellacious snow
Birds begin to move once again and I love to hear them whistle
Mamma bears and cubs cautiously appear making spring become official.
Buds branch out from leaf baring trees and then flowers fall from the skies
Children begin to grin again splashing in puddled rainbows; precious sparkles in their eyes.
She's quite the sight to see; is that seasoned Mrs. Spring
Earning her keep to remain Queen Mrs. Spring, loving mother to nature and goddess of green.
You can always see why I mean just by the way we all turn green whenever we step outside, about to be greeted by the majestic, Mrs. Spring!
The end
3/19/17
Most Republicans I've had the admittedly too infrequent pleasure
of listening to
assume financial wealth
is a greater public responsibility
and opportunity
than very much secondary social wealth
of healthy relationships,
resonant and democratically inclusive resilience.
And, Green Democrats
seem to share a world view
giving primal priority to values of social wealth,
multicultural co-investment
in people,
plants,
planetary inter-relationships,
global compassion.
So, a simple Thought Experiment
in competitive v cooperative relationality:
Imagine you are the ultimate capitalist success story
Playing a zero-sum win/lose game,
you always win,
so everybody else loses.
Eventually all financial assets,
natural resources,
human resources,
real properties
belong to you.
There remains no financial competitor left standing.
You are Earth's omnipotent predator
of all economic value.
What happens to the value
of your capital liquid assets
at the moment you achieve
your perfect monopolistic success?
a perfect vacuum of other economic contenders?
Now, imagine social relationships
are our root source of value.
You develop cooperative relationships
that branch out into a global nurturing
and mutually nutritious network
of co-empowering healthy communication
until, finally, no one stands outside
your robust caring cooperative,
your multiculturally resonant social system.
At the exact moment of perfect synergetic interdependence,
when loneliness,
segregation,
distrust,
apartheid,
dissociation,
antagonistic lack of peaceful relationships
are nothing more than a pre-millennial memory,
what remains of your social,
multicultural
political
and cooperative economic value?
How would you ever finish spending
and extending
your social capital co-investments?
So, when Republicans
and not-so-Green Democrats
sternly inform me
We need a solid Business Model
for a robust and resilient government
and for perpetual economic growth,
I am always curious to learn
which Business Model they have in mind,
Competitive win/lose? Like runaway capitalism,
Or cooperative win/win?
Like sacred Earth communion.