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there is a war within the mind that we do not understand
the esoteric knowledge that invokes every man
the human being is more then physical flesh and bone
because the body of the spirit is not it's eternal home
the being of a human is mind, body and soul
but the collective conscience connects each being as a whole
we exude the energies within us that manipulate each thought
as we accept the patterns of what the mind was taught
but if there is a balance within God's creation
how does one confirm thats its not manipulation?
for the forces that may be tend to be hidden from the eye
as the mind compensates the truth for what we call a lie
if there is evil in the world how do we know it exists?
is it only in the mind for the mind to resist?
or does this evil affect our spiritual and physical beings?
or do we intentionally forget until we believe what we are seeing?
knowledge may be creation but wisdom is the knowing
creating a hand grenade is not the same as throwing
there is a balance in life that many physically understand
but to comprehend the spiritual balance one must reach into the heart of man
Jesus spoke of love to help tip back the scale
but many denied the word believing the truth to be a tale
if this world was built on deception, secrecy and lies
how do we repent the world if we do not open our eyes?
how can man forgive the world for the laws it has transgressed?
unless man is faithfully willing to put his spirit to the test
to know thyself is a gift from every collective mind
as reality begins to drift into the vastness of father time
the epox of self-awareness is the beginning of a spiritual endeavor
as the journey of mortal legs walk into the land of forever
the path that was laid before the man who can see but lives without sight
was created to test his faith not his strength nor his might
When a young boy I was,
I equated ability with age;
The elderly must have, so I thought;
Age seemed to me all that counted;
I quested for the needful and the not,
Mama was a super being,
Papa was almighty god;
Their love for me helped my view,
As my wish daily came to be;
If I had asked for the sky,
I would have had stars and sun,
In my room like other toys.
When a young boy I was,
Papa was the richest that ever lived,
The strongest under the sky,
Stronger than lion and horse,
Bigger than law and rule;
Mama was the perfection,
One that could never wrong,
Standard for others to measure;
No woman was mother enough,
But she who often came to me
With cookie she freely gave.
Now my central head is Sahara ,
Halt pity, I am not shortchanged;
My goatee compensates the glass afore;
Again ,I’m Johnbull’s able-dad,
The day I went to town with him,
Johnbull saw a cute Ferrari,
Daddy buy it,son decreed;
When have I become Ronaldo?
By the tallest building in Abu-Dhabi
Daddy buy it, son said sofort.
The day Klitschiko won a war,
And his name rent the air;
A voice in the crowd rang aloud:
Who can stand the iron man?
Johnbull’s spontaneous reply:
Daddy, daddy, my daddy can;
Hey!I looked at Johnbull’s daddy’s fist,
A good sight of mustard seed;
Next I checked out his daddy’s chest;
Bit broader than cricket’s thorax,
Could I be the thunderbolt ?
One and only Johnbull’s superman?
Then I remember my johnbull years,
Could this be kinder's trait,
That daddy is often a god ?
THE HATE YOU GIVE
By: Sikolwethu Mthethwa
Shed a tear for the kids who never had a compassionate witness to all their pain
Caregivers quick to label them dramatic or insane
Shed another tear for kids whose attempts to impress their guardians were in vain
So they Decided to curl up and "stay in their lane"
Without empathy and compassion can we be sensitive to the pain of others?
A strong message to the dismissive mothers and fathers
Nothing is more dangerous than a child that wonders:
"Do my parents even love me? "
"Why does everyone else seem to be above me? "
Thoughts that leave em broken and insecure
Dont ever be too busy to ask if they're okay until you're sure.
Coz neglect pierces the spirit to very the core
And if you spot withdrawal
Keep the suspense of drug use at a minimal
Do away with blaming outside influence
Rush to the rescue before they lose their innocence
Approach swiftly but softly
Be sincere and immerse yourself wholly
In the struggles and pain of your child
Know that to them their struggles are anything but mild
Listen actively without passing harsh judgments
Your words of comfort are never to be just cold statements
Be tender and gentle
For your aim should be to mend and not dismantle
In your presence your child should feel secure
Smother them with unconditional love until their heart is no longer sore
With goodness in their heart They will once again be pure
Know that a parent can always do more
To support, love and guide their kids as they grow
For nothing compensates for consistent emotional support...
look in the mirror you prostitute
see what i see
you sleep with men for many reasons but none for love
you think it compensates for the pain
go ahead and spread your legs die more everyday
you mine as well be a hooker standing on the corner
you pass the time with strangers on your back
saying its only sex what's the matter
go ahead and sniff another line it's only killing your brain
who cares if you burn a whole in your nose or get a blood clot
it makes you feel good till you have no more
here's a shot of hennessey never mind take the bottle
you are a big girl now you graduated to blacking out
the men you sleep with love it when your passed out
you look so cheap and rugged when your drunk
here roll this bag of weed it'll blow your mind away
then jump in the car and drive until you pass out
you are a sad case of the human race when you live like you do
no educatuion no great job you live from check to check
it's time to get your life together and stop living wrong
go ahead and steal from that store again
prison has many cells waiting just for you
your friends and family have written you off
because your living wrong
i am just here to point this out to you
to hold your hand and keep you strong
i am you you are me we are a team we are unity
i am your best friend your only friend your worst enemy
like i said before look in the mirror and you will see me
you can do this for us
(for the "what you need to hear "poem)
Our picture frame window
Is garlanded with evergreen limbs
Twined in white twinkling lights pinecones and fairy bells
And outside
From the dinner time dark that is a week before Christmas
Santa waves
Lit up like a little lantern
The hope for snow
Anymore
Any year
Has become as nostalgic as Perry Como
Singing from the static of AM radio
Golden retriever
Snuggles to my left
An arm rest
Our three-legged black cat
Asleep between my outstretched legs
Compensates
Dreams of a human leg attached to her empty hind joint
Cozies closer
Meows as if she’s running and leaping
Proper
My wife
On the other couch
Dressed in a red Christmas sweater
Her face clear and elegant as a glass ornament
Carefully preserved to our tree’s highest branch
Perhaps swaying alone in the living room
To the furnace vent
Our orange and white cat
A travel pillow
Wrapped
To the back of her neck
I can hear her purring from way over here
“What a shame Charlie Brown has been stolen
From us all
By Apple TV.” I say
“At least we have the memory.” My wife suggests
“Remember his destitute tiny tree
Decorated by Snoopy Lucy Linus and all their friends?
“And then together
They serenaded the snow falling
With Hark the Herald Angels Sing?”
“Yes I remember so well
It’s ancient message
First released
“From the year of my birth.”
An aunt of mine
cheerful and cherubic
holds no grudge against anyone,
altogether she is a noble soul.
obese, extraordinarily
huge, short, blunt,
a moving bag of flesh,
She walks, moves,
squats, lies on the floor
with ease. Alarmingly flexible!
She ties her hair loosely
with a string of jasmine on
her kondai, wears bright
coloured sarees
design blouses
complete her outfit
decks herself with
matching jewels
rubies go with red saree,
emeralds with green one.
other pastel shades go
with diamonds, precisely selected,
uneducated. in short naive
aunt leads a carefree life
living in the present
never thinks of tomorrow.
Her husband dotes on her
while her children grow . Dad
brings them up by deploying
trained nannies to look after,
Two fall behind in discipline,
she does not bother.
it is not her custom to gossip,
nor complain,
Her body does not pose
an issue. She does not mind other's
talk of her size and attitude, her
toothless smile compensates
Her goodness glistens, her
innocence grants an unexpected
loveliness, She stands tall
amongst her well read relations.
Black to Black and Black like that
There's Black exact. Just this the
Black flag yeah not no ever subtract!
Why that? Cause just that we be
About the LOVE of the Blackest
Free lancer. Take charge without
Regard say jack Black needs to
Relax. Black is beautiful It is Love!
Hey there say fair! Black is the
Everything pulling cooperate strings.
Governments too! Ooh! It's kind of
Straight and yet still Black relates.
Then compensates with compassion.
Aaah! Lay BACK and WIN! BLACK ON BLACK
LOVE LOVE LOVE! BLACK
IS TREND! Leeet's JUST Break it
Down measures by measure. What's
Our pleasure? Do not curse the HAIR!
YEAH! Black IS EVERYWHERE!
We Do not intend to cause
Comotion BUT WE are all the time
About that DEVOTION. Black is EXTREME
for necessary instance let we measure
That dream of a KING? Or destinations
Of ANCIENT EGYPTIAN ANCESTORS
Aaaha! Those REAL REALTY REALITY
MASTERS! Soo now we should step
Away reside in time watch the ambiance
Of their misery! Deliciously!
My mind turns Autumn,
again
And my thoughts undress from coherence
I can sense that my scarlett feelings
Are trying to escape?
I was reading stars from my tea-cup
today
but conversing with future tends to sadden me
Did I say:
My mind turns Autumn
Again ?
I keep envisioning sunsets from past weeks
back then the air liked to mutter a
peach-coloured scent and I
(watching the softly falling rain)
Muttered along
My mind turns Autumn
Again
I know I will walk those streets with a sense
of this beauty being too much to comprehend
I wrote a letter to a friend saying I missed
a true connection but that such beauty
Compensates ? (For that)
My mind turns Atumn,
again
I'm afraid
That nothing can really mitigate this
Sense
(ation)
I think I must paint
a bird who returns to his nest
(Like the birds in my head)
My mind becomes Autumn
again
The world slows down.
That’s a good thing.
Priorities change, also good.
The rat race fades into memory.
It’s now time to appreciate things.
Let the next generation battle to climb the ladder,
keep their heads above water.
Time for walks with the dog, stoping to smell the flowers.
The body creaks where it didn’t before but the wisdom gain
more than compensates.
Reading and learning still much fun.
Smile at the young ones as they expound, knowing
time and experience mellow their sound.
Enjoy the children, appreciate the miracle, then smile when handing them back.
Reflective walks in the woods wondering what other paths you could have followed. Then realizing though, the one you chose lead you into the woods.
As time passes on and the young ones grow old, it’s important to remember, we had our time, our time in the sun.
Prepare to move on, our time is now done.
time between seasons passes slow
Impatient we are as leaf buds grow
Carefree summer takes her time
A sudden chill - unwanted snow
As slowly the sun begins to climb
time between seasons passes slow
Crocuses bloom announcing Snowdrops
Daffodils come as a sudden surprise
Azaleas flower as bright as lollipops
Forsythias glow like a golden sunrise
time between seasons passes slow
Idle leaves deepen in rustic tones
Sun fires the chameleon call of fall
Scent of smoke - autumn chill condones
All is golden to enthrall
time between seasons passes slow
No longer remote winter blasts its way
Its beauty - snow on coal dark wood
Compensates for days of gray
As if somehow it could make good.
time between seasons passes slow
the time between the seasons
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