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It is the awakening.
After long dreamless sleep,
my mother has lot to explain,
in labor pains, aunt and her,
passing by the dark thick shinny woods,
my time has come to born! ! !
Through endless cycles of night and day,
of heat and cold, my mother thought
to take a walk to wee wee,
and here i have born, ,
under evergreen blackberry,
eventually my mother is out of labor,
auntie welcomed, teeny little niece.
horseman passes by and threw a cloth,
from wooden frame hanging,
behind the young horse.
My birth is surrounding with deep,
dark and lovely woods.
unremembered covet as is my youth.
I have lived for a thousand jiffy,
as welcomes by woods and wild critters,
many years after would remind the tale of agony,
mother had while birthing me.
have passed for concern over,
such trivial matters.
I remember the long have been,
teased as Mowgli in federation
without rig outs and fine fabric,
I was in my middle girlhood years,
then have kins one after another,
A time when almost everything was lost.
This was the time of the great fire of anxiety and loneliness.
The fire of agony and vulnerability that almost consumed me at 27.
Bright white flames burned down,
from the heavens and in an instant,
scarred my rugged flesh,
my beautiful heart burned down in isolation
Many of those around me perished in anger and hatred,
I can no longer snivel,
those who have content before me.
It has been too long and in,
that time I have recovered,
from my injuries and the disease that followed.
I am again strong and tower,
over the youth that surrounds me,
two young ones of in alliance and espousal,
two young ones of busy in federation years.
Now I must, concentrate on drinking
in the nutrients that the mother and father,
provides me in benedictions,
as I watch over the shrinking forest.
The past is the past
and the recoil winter
is slowly fading away,
now I have felt the long
rays of the sun warming
like paternal and maternal,
my limbs once again and I have
awakened to a new world,
a world of resumption,
a world of hope and joy,
My trunk is enduring and,
my pollen will soon fill the air
covering the woods,
in a yellow green buff.
New life will come as coconut Brussels
now i shall, stand silent watch the bliss........
I often ask myself why me?
Why was I the one chosen
To suffer from such an
Incredibly painful illness?
I question myself on the choices
That I have made in my life.
I wonder if I have done something
So wrong that I deserve
These horrible pains in my head.
But then I tell myself
That I survive each
And every day.
No matter how hard some may be.
In order to accept this lot,
I had to lose so many things,
My job,my marriage,friends
And even family members.
The disposible things
That could not hang
Or understand, believe
That I suffered this incredible pain.
Yet the one thing that's remained
Is me. My spirit, my faith and my hope
That one day its going to be different.
Im going to be different.
All of this pain, all that I've lost
Has to have some value to me.
I have to have learned something
Or grown in some way
If I don't hold that thought
In my head daily,
This thing will kill me
It will win.
But I guess I'm too stubborn
Too angry and bitter
At this pain that controls me,
To ever let it win
So I go on
Day after day fighting
With the hope that the
End is near.
That one day I will be better
I will be able to accomplish the things
I want so much to do.
It is not going to beat me.
But its not easy,
Surrounded by darkness
To concentrate on the light.
But I must, its the only way.
So even if I lose another day
Even if its beaten me today
I have to keep on pushing
Every day, when I wake.
I need to say its going to be better
I need to look for the one thing,
Something new or different,
That I've learned from today.
That is my survival mode.
I must not lose faith or hope,
That in the end, it has to have purpose.
I have to have been chosen for some reason
I have to believe that.
I have to know there was a reason.
I have to have faith that I am strong enough.
To continue to fight every day.
Because somehow, he knew I could handle it
Just like I continue to every day.
If he believes this of me
I have to believe it also.
For if I don't ,
Then for me it won't mean a thing.
For as much as I have already given
It has to mean something, someday.
That is how I survive.
That is what I must do,
Each and every day to win.
Because I am not a loser.
After retiring from our country’s military service a couple stopped in the bookstore…a couple I was proud to meet…they were thinking of moving back to Florida but, given the current political climate, were afraid to walk together down the street.
My heart went out to meet there’s…I shared their feeling…felt bereft…which makes me, if you listen to the people responsible for their pain, a member of the radical left.
Of course with vitriol they misuse this term…in the same way they misuse woke…hoping the hatred they feel…their prejudice…will that same hatred and prejudice in their followers evoke.
From where I stand as I watch what they’re doing with a mixture of anger, shock and sorrow…let me tell you about the world I envision…the one I’d like to leave for the children of tomorrow:
It’s a world I don’t see as radical…for how can anyone object to a world where we treat all its creatures with dignity and respect.
A world where we concentrate on peace not war…where people are taught to think!
Where the environment is cherished…where the air we breathe is pure and our water safe to drink.
Where all guns are not banned…where we understand everyone is not a threat…
but where mental health assistance is easier to obtain and guns…much harder to get.
Where inserting ourselves into any woman’s right to choose is considered a mistake
only family, friends and doctors need to be involved in one of the most heart wrenching decisions she will eve have to make.
Where all our history is taught…all our wonders as well as the atrocities we’ve inflicted on our people and our land…Where if a parent doesn’t want their child to read a book that’s fine…but where no book is ever banned.
Where people don’t have to believe in a God…or if they do they can choose any God above…where we look into the eyes of those we don’t know with curiosity, kindness and love.
Where no-one is ostracized for who they are or how they look…seen as inappropriate or incomplete…where everyone feels safe and secure walking down the street.
This is the world I envision and I shall not apologize to those who label me the radical left…
This is the world I will stand up and fight for…even if…or when…I…am the only radical left.
As I look out at the streets,
I feel the chains around doesn’t set me free
I don’t realize what is it burning inside,
But that’s something like a fire inside me.
I feel my adrenaline pumping, emotions pouring in
Can’t resist the suffocation around, want to flee;
Somewhere far away where I have fresh air to breathe,
Is this all because I have a fire inside me.
I decide to take some steps in the street,
Checking my skills to sceranate the perjurer, the deceive;
But then I realize, I’m lost in the crowd of chrematist,
And this sudden irritation fuels the fire inside me.
The end of the street brings me to a mall, I enter;
I feel the change of ambience is what I need,
But the sight of mates and spouses pricks me,
I cognize what I can’t share, the loneliness I live in;
Half of me is burning because of the fire inside me.
Slowly the tears of pain accumulate in the throat,
Which fails the pain of starvation to resurface,
Still I want to concentrate on my meal with certain,
But the dried up soul in me is like a furnace,
That has no control over the fire inside me.
I realize that I’m standing in the middle of nowhere,
Just wanna a take a path out of this misery;
I struggle, I suffer, I grave things on paper
Yet I find no peace, no salvation that can
Or has the power to extinguish the fire inside me.
After burning the lamp oil for the whole night,
My eyes open up to see the room filled with sunlight,
I can’t agnize when my suffering took the shape of consopition,
But in all an all I find a feeling of satisfaction has taken over me,
As if something has managed to control the fire inside me.
Now things where becoming clear for me,
As if someone has put me on a path to lead,
I gathered my dear ones and planned an outing in brief,
And left the rest on the situation to seed,
So finally I learnt the art of directing the fire inside me.
On a happy note when things were going on,
I felt the importance to appreciate the rage,
The anger, the suffocation, the demands,
Plus all the things breathing in me,
Which were nourished by patience and tolerance
Had finally taught me the lesson to control the fire inside me...
The fire inside me......... The fire inside me.........
Looking back at the past to long
Blinds the future.
Concentrate our strength
Bundle-up our individual thoughts.
Use your God-mind, we are stronger together.
Unity moves mountains.
Look up at the sun and see the clearing sky.
We cannot spare the straying lamb.
Those who would harm us must not succeed.
God is greater than any man;
Together we must stand.
Backward never, let’s stick together;
Or we won’t advance. Stuck in the avalanche
Of backward thinking,
Keeps new thought horizons sinking.
Looking back at the past to long
Blinds the future.
We are humanity,the spine that binds morality…
We are here just like you,
No-one made one race the judge,
Help carry life's accumulated burdens
Instead of the old tired grudge.
Let us feel, let us pray universal sorrow away.
Let us do things in God's way,
listen to the voice within.
Sin may be buried deep within,
from years of hearing dirt.
Planted inside of innocent souls
are years of angry hurt.
Generations, now only passes through,
Never accomplishing what they came to do.
Buried in sin and evil thoughts,
Keeps mankind's soul tied up in knots.
Meditate, and God will speak.
Listen to the quiet voice within.
He promised never to leave you.
Nor ever to lead you astray;
He made us for his good purpose,
And some got lost along the way.
Look deep within, and find that purpose.
Been looking back too long.
Staring in life's rearview,
Blinds the future of our strong.
Weakly bellowing out misunderstood songs.
That third verse is not healing,
Yet, perpetuates all the wrongs.
Concentrate on our strengths
Bundle up your thoughts as one.
Use your God-mind,
In this new day and time.
We are stronger together.
Unity moves mountains.
Making life better.
Look up at the sun.
See the clearing sky.
We cannot spare the straying lamb.
God said,” I Am that I am”.
Unity moves mountains.
Let us drink from God's flowing fountain.
Drink not the stagnated water of evil deeds;
Those who would harm us must not succeed.
God is greater than any man:
Together we must take one stand.
Backward never, let’s stick together.
....He made us for his good purpose!
Hi mom! Hi Dad! I’m your baby…you just brought me into the world…
But as I learn to walk and talk and grow….
There is something that concerns me…something I’d like you to know.
I know you’re pretty busy falling in love with me
probably looking to each other and our family and friends for support
and since I’m already getting tired…I’ll try to keep this short.
I’m too young to know my alphabet…having just been introduced to the world and you
In fact the only letters I know right now are L G T B and Q.
I think I also heard something about a plus sign…but since I haven’t even had my first bath
I think it’s safe to assume…I know nothing about math.
But for these last nine months I’ve been silently floating in the womb…
your growing source of pride.
and during this time I’ve been listening…to what’s been going on outside.
I’ve heard and felt the fear and anger about those letters.
Heard and felt how they have hardened some people’s hearts.
I’ve heard the cries, the screams, the anger as they’ve torn some families apart.
Today you see me as your baby boy or girl….and I imagine love is all you see
but we’re all too young to know yet…if they’ll be a letter attached to me.
There’s a good chance that there won’t be…but if there is…I hope you find a way
to love me as much from that moment on…as I assume you love me today.
I hope whatever letter I am…if it happens to be L G T B or Q
It won’t impact the love you have for me…and as a consequence the love I have for you.
I hope the only letters that are important to you…for I know they will be important to me
The only letters we should care about…are L K C A and G.
I can’t control who I am…the person I was born to be…
but I can control if I am Loving, Kind, Caring Accepting and show others generosity.
If we all concentrate on these letters…and over those other letters quit making such a fuss…
If we all could be proud of who we are…now wouldn’t that be a plus.
I hope who I am doesn’t stop you from loving me…
because here’s the last thing I want you to know
whatever letter I grow up to be…the L that stands for your love
is one thing I will never outgrow.
I was drivin’ down an old, worn black-top highway, on my way to a funeral. It was mid-Missouri, and late summer made it hotter’n the dickens outside. I was thinkin’ there was only a couple of hours left of daylight as I reached over and switched the car’s air conditioner fan up another notch.
Thoughts of my late friend kept popin’ in and out of my mind. We’d grown up together right here in this very neighborhood. Fishin’ trips, carryin’ ol’ cane poles as our bare feet kicked up the powdery Missouri dust around us … goin’ ta’ school with ol’ cigarette butts in our jean pockets that’d we’d smoke after school … repeatin’ stories to each other ‘bout Edna May or Jean Ann we’d heard … gulpin’ down an ice-cold crème soda outside Gavin’s Grocery on Saturday afernoons … racin’ our bikes that had no fenders …
A little bit of air-borne dust, off to the right, caught my eye. I momentarily diverted my gaze to take a glance in the direction of that airborne dust but continued driving as the roadway stretched out in front of me. It took a couple of attempts, but eventually, I recognized the source of that dust.
It was just a young boy runnin’ through a wheat field … Missouri dust just a-flyin’ around him as he made his way through the golden grain. I couldn’t hear him, but I could see his face, grinnin’ from ear to ear, his hand held high with his ball cap wavin’ in the breeze as he chased whatever was in his make-believe vision.
I watched him as long as I dared, tryin’ to concentrate on keepin’ the car in my lane. I eventually made on down the road, but not without checkin’ my rear-view mirror several times … until that air-borne dust was no longer in sight.
Up ahead, I saw a gas station and thought I’d better get a refill.
After I stopped and shut off the engine, I discovered I had tears running down my cheeks. Seein’ that boy runnin’ through that field was perhaps either me as the boy I used to be … or maybe my late friend. Or maybe just a momentary portal to embrace the wonderment of cherished memories. Took me quite a while ‘fore I got my car filled up, but the events of that day won’t ever leave me, I think.
Breathe
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When the night claims you like a wayward leaf of old
and it takes you to the caves where anything turns gold
you don't ask any questions and you don't dare breathe
you just follow her, like a light weight tumbled weed
Down the passages of dark, down the staircase of rune
every step a little deeper than the crevices of moon
you can almost taste the air, on your tonguing clepe
you can down the stars of heaven in one single leap
Taking you by the waist it shall dance you through
the elixir of happiness when your feeling down n' blue
you just thank the Lord for the magic of this gift
all you need is skin n' eyes to cross her lowly rift
When night claims you like a wayward leaf of old
and takes you to her caves, all etched with gold
don't ask her any questions just go ahead breathe
no, don't ask her anything at all, just breathe,
yes breathe...
As a single act I retreat and take one more deep breath
I stare in awe watching her move as her arm I caress
I pray she always looks at me with those eyes so brown
if only I had made a throne, for she deserves a crown
Those sparkly stars flutter as she walks toward the balcony
that sweet scent she carries while we explore our anatomy
I ponder when I'll surprise her with a striking ring of gold
thoughts leading to our intentions this night shall unfold
A glass of champagne and chocolate covered strawberries
she lays upon the handmade quilt of perfect embroidery
her golden locks of fragrance linger for an opening of teasing
and I keep quiet and continue to concentrate on my breathing
Our reveries and castle caves create a content way of life
my creaking soul travels hoping she will be my wife
for now don't ask her any questions just go ahead breathe
no, don't ask her anything at all, just breathe,
yes breathe...
Date Written: December 29, 2015
Here we are, there we go
here i am, there you are
how can we be the cause of each others pain still
"Everytime i think about you i dont know its either im happy or sad
hoping not just to play you, but hey you try to do the same thing
im sorry if i seem weak or if i try too hard
my heart hurts to see an old friend when she looks at me with her head down
oh i dont know tomorrow i might go to jail
all in one night i jeapordized my freedom
cause im so hotheaded, hotblooded passion that pulls up, with your hair pulled back
then you let it fall down and then i get out this mess im in, you know i will, u know i will
i know with me everyday its something else,
im always trying to be good but i always end up doin bad things i know im mean to you in a bad way. i guess im not right in the head becuz all i see is a vision of a man when i lay down, except last night when i talked to you , you looked so worn out stressed out, why would you be with him when you could be with the man that u love still, its okay whatever you want its your choice, just please consider how much hangs in the balance, i dont even know if its talent, if im talented, or just sick of these lame conversations that people have with me, talking about all their troubles,but i have so many i cant even think straight
but i concentrate on the solution and i usually dont treat you with the love i feel becuz i dont love you if you dont love me, im sorry im a playa, im a crook, convict con-artist, tryin to find a way in your heart just so i can hurt him, i flip and turn words twist and bend the truth, make up *****just to send to u, becuz im trying to break down the fortress of your heart, count my attempts add em up, cross another day out on my calender, there goes another month, cross another month off my calender, and we collide so different then what we use to be, use this use them but dont try to use me or put me in their group girl, no enemy can stop me, even when men set the net, let their own foot be caught, slip and slide away, not trying to be slick with, or run game on you, so dont try to run game on me,
It's not when I'm asleep I dream,
It's the stages in between,
The moment just before waking,
The drifting before repose,
When fleeting seconds which with I gamble,
When the mind is allowed to amble,
Through the childish thoughts & tangents,
Through odditys, obscurity & madness,
Between dreaming & thinking, oh what a team,
Between you & me, I remember no dream,
Longer than it takes me to brush my teeth,
Longer still than that I bet you remember thinking thoughts,
Precisely this is why dreams are special they're thoughts you could not think,
Precisely without inebriation, drugs, alchohol & the kitchen sink,
Insane thoughts
Inane thoughts
These are what haunt me in the zone between slumber & regard,
These things these euphoric jaunts into the surreal & marred,
I don't dream of power, success or wealth,
I dream of pretty things like coconuts in stealth,
Parroquets singing barbershop to girls who have no hair,
Robot polkadot girly dudes wearing nout but underwear,
A friend is now my lover, A lover is now my slave,
I'm chased, I chase an abandoned & forgot old knave,
Who earned my ire & my wrath,
By failing to take a bath,
In a land where water doesn't exist,
But drinking honey gets you pissed,
A snake slithers slowly, seranading sirens shout support,
I take my mothers kitchen knife but quickly am I caught,
Before I get to slice into my favourite memory,
Dreams.
Dreams of transport take me from myself to another dimension,
Dreams like these are precisely why I fail to mention,
My own works of the deranged mind when at a party it is said,
"My oh my, I had the weirdest dream last night"
But I don't dream, I think, or atleast I think I think,
But if I concentrate on the thought i lose it in a blink,
It's like that chinese finger trap,
It's harder still the more you try,
So keeping a dream in mind is harder than most things,
So you might aswell just enjoy it whilst it lingers,
And then I think of the thoughts that I am thinking,
And then I'm brought to sobriety,
And left with my boring normal mind,
And that is less fun.