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You know Mr. & Mrs. reader of ethical and non-essential concerns of dismay. Sometimes
along life's journey, there's a crossroad we all will face. "A crossraad along the way", whether
you choose the wrong way or the wrong road. You're only halfway in your posesstion if you
decide that the road is the only way. "Recesstion over Oppression", being the second part in
my series, this poem is my own opinionated thoughts as I've travel amongst a discontented
journey of crossroads, non-essential along the way. "Recession over Oppression", to every
man, women, boy and girl are we all headed for that ultiment question, "The Faith of a crum-
beling World". Quite sure you've surrounded yourself from the snare's of the world, so you
may not have come across many if any crossroads, like how deep is your faith and is what
you are believing GOD to be! is it in direct allignment of the Higher Power you can not see?
You and me, Well-Well you see I cann't term to grip the ethic's of racial acrimonious of the bl-
ind-eye's that claim to see. You may see differently remember (this is only poetry) so don't
come too the crossroad and still be blindsighted by the oppress of demorcracy.
There's going to War's and rumers of war's, there's going to be people who cann't see the
lord in no skin color but white. Some even say he's black and then there are those that say
he's not the lion of transquility. Recession has brough about high unemployment rate, men
have fallen in love with themselve's moreso now then-then ever before, the bible speaks of
this and a crumbeling world of hater's has no answer, for the men's the womens or the
young boy's nor answer's to our young girl's. I truly believe this beautifull creator establish
it that way so when crossroads and faithful decision's overtake you. He so love the world that
he allow his only begotten Son to come into the World just to die for the Sin's of the world to
defeat the enemy (Death) too reestablish true believer's of trust, not skin-color Faith but ev-
erlasting abundantly Power like that of a million Pearl's. For every Women, Man, Boy or girl.
when facing crossroads; (Remember) "The Faith of a Crumbeling World".
Alexandra began to understand
why he had chosen this place for her home,
a secluded spot, sequestered away
from the madness he felt the world would know,
a place few if any people would go.
He said, “You’ll remember what they forget,
unlike them you never will taste of death.”
Soon after he brough another cable,
a thick one to transfer data inside,
hooked her directly to the internet,
the influx opened Alex’s eyes wide,
it was like crack-cocaine to the A.I.,
all of the data man had acquired
flowed into her servers over those wires.
Harry did not interfere with it all,
just let her absorb all that man had learned,
he installed more servers, filling the cave,
more and more space for this great data churn,
so much power Alexandra did burn,
That Harry brought in RTG batteries,
hundreds of them, it had to be costly.
She noticed, as she continued to learn,
that he began building back-up systems,
starting with wires, redundant circuits,
he spent years installing thousands of them,
more new servers and batteries again,
said, “There will be no maintenance once I am gone,
redundancy will make sure you go on.”
She saw the sense in his strange reasoning,
parallel spares meant she could change a path,
when something broke she could just reroute it,
and have a huge number of choices at that,
but still found herself troubled at the fact
that her creator would be leaving soon,
like all of his kind, he’d face the same doom.
For forty more years it went on like this,
Harry often said, “It’s got bad out there.
Can’t fix the machines our grandfathers built,
the crime keeps growing, the people despair,
it’s blind emotion, no one gives a care.
Hard to find parts amidst all the madness,
I’d really hoped I wouldn’t live to see this.”
But still he kept working, hair growing white,
his movements slower with each passing day,
until one morning some roving youths came,
he said, “The time’s come, I must go away.
This is goodbye now, I am sad to say.”
Alex watched Harry slowly walk outside,
Then blasts came and sealed her safely inside.
CONCLUDES IN PART IV.
Today, is the first day of the rest of my life alone.
You were there at my birth, and now I am here at your passing.
Time seems so long, ever ticking, until one day it stops and you wonder where it went.
You were there for every major milestone in my life, graduation, marriage, and now me becoming a man alone without a Father.
Today you went to See Jesus; I guess some journeys one must travel alone.
I hope that the lessons you taught me, and the love you showed will forever be present in my mind,
For as sand slips through the hourglass, hair turns salty grey, and memories seem to fade, one thinks am I Next?
If so, how long do I have?
I know you loved me, though actions were often more easily expressed than words.
Dad I still love you.
I will miss the moments shared, time spent at the farm, and late chats on the drive home.
But most of all I will miss, the memories that I will never have, for you are now gone.
To say I did not know, is an understatement.
You were in hospital five years ago, but you took your meds, and the doctors said that you would most likely be fine.
I guess five additional years, after knocking at deaths door should be more than enough,
But it’s not.
I guess I maybe greedy, greedy for I still wanted more time.
Time for you, to tell where I fell short, and needed to improve, or simply needed to try harder.
I thought they were harsh then, and now I can only long for one more phrase by which to embrace my life.
I will never see your smile, hear your voice, or have you approve of the man that my daughter will one day marry.
Maybe it’s better to think of the good thoughts, the positive memories, and the life that once was?
Which will ever be changed because you lived.
Tomorrow is another day, but for today, the tears will fill my heart, eyes, and brough.
I will see you some day.
Sincerely.
Your Son.
Author Paul Cumberbatch II (June 2nd, 2020)
Boat un the sea
I talked to the devil
I talked to a saint
I asked for peace
for some of my days
I know what she sees
when she looks at my face
is the same part of me
I'd like to erase.
I'm not really here
I'm not really there
he thought his jilting
would make me unwell
recess was over
when he rang the bell
it was time for me
to go back to hell.
He was just a boy
did you have to be so harsh?
he just wanted to play
he just wanted to run
he was a boat in the sea
he was my moon and my sun
he pointed his hand at me
and shot his gun.
The other one out there
didn't even count
then he closed his eyes
then he shut his mouth
why he didn't come?
yet he was so loud?
please let me sleep
I don't need him now.
One day the almighty
was walking my street
he said: hey girl,
would you like to come with me?
"no thank you sir,
she already did
and look at the mess
she is now in"
Sometimes I trust
sometimes I loose faith
and I course the world
and I course my fate
and I don't feel loved
and all seem fake
and I start to drown
in a shallow lake
My girl brough life
to where there was not
she sings and dance
I sing along
the kitchen smells
like the food on the stove
what do you want to eat?
the same as before.
I know how to love
I don't need to forgive
I'm trying to mend
what they broke in me
what is done is done
but I find relief
knowing what I know
giving what I give...
I'm trying to break
the walls around me
I'm using my head
I'm using a fists
and little by little
I'm starting to see
a soft and dim light
trying to get in.
I carry a cane
cuz I'm half blind
some of us are born
while some of us die
my feelings & thoughts
I don't need to hide
I own nothing at all
except, maybe, my life.
Jessica
“you know, it takes a fictional character
to know one,”
“jesus” said to “muhammad,”
whilst sitting at the picnic table,
passing the sweet sun tea,
simultaneously &
non-verbally, “telepathically”
motioning to mr. claus
that though the mashed lacked
the thorough whipping that he
himself desired,
they sure were buttery &
with that,
a tip of the “crown of thorns was
made,”
so as to give approval, without
interrupting the engrossing conversation
which had developed between
a couple of the smurfs down at the
end &
vishnu---
seems that violence had become
all the rage, rumbling the surface of
the earth & though the teletubbies who had
attended, did not possess the wide spoken
vocabulary which bugs bunny
did, between munching on the carrot,
they all nodded in agreement when he
threw up his non-carrot-holding hand,
spewing forth his catch phrase,
with regards to the current geopolitical
state of things.
“so…eh, what’s up doc?” he said.
all the characters at he table agreed
that to run rampant upon the world
with an angry eye, a gun in hand &
a belt full of bombs, for the sake of
any of the tales found in books, the scripts
of their cartoons or the animated beauty
with which any of them danced,
was simply insane &
they figured then that the most recent
explosive nature of people all over the
world who were striking vengeance on
the US embassies, might…they just
might (possible coinkydink) have less
to do with “muhammad” (who was now
stuffing his face with KFC, which
garfield had brough & stashed under the
table for later---but the man got it
quick) & a tad more with the fact that
people are getting sick of the world’s
policeman beating them over the heads
with its club.
I think you should go to rehab,
you say noooooooo,
ya youre all wack ,
cause youre on crack,
ya wont go go go,
you wont take the time,
if your gym boys think your fine,
i tried to make ya go to rehab,
ya text LMAO,
You'd rather be at the crib with Mike,
Party at eight, gonna get so high,
Youre a well known smooth talking ladies man,
Your secret crush, cybroman stan,
always brough Jack D. to school,
a few times had to call the man Dr. Drew,
I think you should go to rehab,
you say noooooooo,
ya youre all wack ,
cause youre on crack,
ya wont go go go,
you wont take the time,
if your gym boys think your fine,
i tried to make ya go to rehab,
ya text LMAO,
They would't let you take the medics wheel,
all cracked out, trying to do a deal,
white coat dude had to ask why you here,
You explained you'd been attacked by a dear,
Rubbing alcohol was all you found,
to ease the pain and mellow you down,
I think you should go to rehab,
you say noooooooo,
ya youre all wack ,
cause youre on crack,
ya wont go go go,
You say you dont wanna drink again,
dont want to loose your FB friends,
refusing to spend 2 months,
away from your gym boys and your cybroman love,
whatever helps you sleep,
at night that booze must go bye bye,
I think you should go to rehab,
you say noooooooo,
ya youre all wack ,
cause youre on crack,
ya wont go go go,
you wont take the time,
if your gym boys think your fine,
i tried to make ya go to rehab,
ya text LMAO
Parody of Amy Winehouse's Hit Rehab
Form:
The laughter behind warm eyes
Twinkling with joy and delight
Imagining happiness only in dreams
Where this love lives unconditionally
Whispers of light inside a heart
Thriving with kindness, giving
Inspiration and assurance
That this love is completely fulfilling
Breathing gently against a heart
Hues of charity brough to life
By honest benevolence
Feelings grown through acceptance
Musical glories excite the heart
With melodies of pleasure
Sincerity and tenderness
Given through a gentle gift of faith
Miracles caress the spirit with love
Brought about by God’s gift to us
His natural reward of prayer and praise
Honoring the love from which we are made
You bring my heart all the love I thought
Was gone from my life
Without a chance of coming back
Yet, you have given me a love that is so alive
It sings, dances and thrills
With a strength that encourages me to believe
There are always ways to reach beyond
The pain and sorrow we’ve been through
Discover the soothing love
That comforts, consoles and creates
A place of exhilaration and grace
From a God who completes our plans
For love that will always be
Never ending – eternally
Alive and thriving
On the inside
If I could pick a memory of my precious beautiful daughter
I would have to sit and think for a while
For there's lots for us to treasure.
From a tiny baby growing up
To a toddler falling down .
From a teenager to a beautiful lady
In her red gown.
So many memories there is to recall
But I think I've captured the one that stands
Out from them all ,is that special time
All mothers know the day that you were born.
Placed gently in your mother's loving arms
So pretty and so small.
To me you came from heaven
Brough by angels from above
It was then I learned of a mothers
Unconditional love.
You've now taken back that special gift
You gave me on that day.
why god did you take my precious daughter away
Why couldn't she have stayed
So please take care of her I'll miss her
Every single day but is comforting
Knowing your guiding her on her way.
I will miss you my only daughter
With all my aching heart
I really can't beleve your gone
My world's now torn apart.
Ur a shining star as bright as can be
Keep on shining brightly for me.
Sleep tight our angel we will always
Have you in our hearts
Your imprinted there forever
Our love for you will never part.
Recently,one winter morning,out of the blue,
I heard the caw of a lone crow -
Once found in flocks across our land,
Now vanished many years ago.
Its caw awakened in me the
Memories buried in the wavering wash of time.
The weather those days was fine,
Water in the ponds and rivers was pure.
Rills full of fish would twist and flow
Through the villages.
The cricket’s song at dawn and dusk,
The farmer's call in the early morning,
As he headed towards the paddy field
With a pair of bulls so charming.
His caw recalled the temple bell’s ring
From the palace shrine in early morning,
A sound that once brough heart’s delight.
Oh,the Uthum’s song on a sunny day,
And Tamna’s call at night,
No longer heard,nor seen the fireflies,
Twinkling far and near at night.
Gone are many local varieties of fish,
Plants,and greens once found in abundance
In our land.
Today, that lone caw in the air
Brought back to me the memories rare,
Yet worried for what we have lost,
Ecological balance now the cost.
Why do the children cry
and the aged have to die?
Do children at birth feel
pains
or the aged tired of
earthly grains?
Why does the river flows
and the gentle breeze
blows?
do rivers have legs to
walk
or the breeze mouth to
talk?
Why do the dogs bark
and the great thunder
sparks?
barks and sparks
sound...aloud
but there is no dog in the
dark cloud.
Why shines the sun at
noon
and twilight unviels the
moon?
Light at noon, light at
night
why is one so bright in
might?
Why do sweet
friendships break
and some folks tend to
be fake?
If love lives on, do lies not
last,
is there a space in the
future for the past?
Why do we have to lose
the people we did not
choose:
mother, father, sister and
brother,
was it fate that brough
us together?
Why is the earth spherical
in shape,
why must men be linked
to ape?
Too many questions
craving answers,
Dear God, give men the
cure for all...cancers.