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This is ANDERSON WALKINGSHOES...
The Sage world:
Chorus:
OH.. Hooo...
That sage has been sitting there for many days.
He could see every event,
But his silence is causing harm.
At every minute there's a killing.
OH yeaaaah...
Chorus:
OH.. Hooo...
That sage has been sitting there for many days.
He could see every event,
But his silence is causing harm.
At every minute there's a killing.
OH yeaaaah...
VERSE 1:
He's very receptive,
Looks extremely objective.
And never regarded as a fugitive.
He's a mighty man equipped by wisdom.
But the judgement on him is insensitive.
He prefers self reliance without boredom,
As his world is shaped by ruth,
And few considers to dwell in.
A world he set to spread truth.
His own confidants wished they jailed him.
Chorus:3 368
OH.. Hooo...
That sage has been sitting there for many days.
He could see every event,
But his silence is causing harm.
At every minute there's a killing.
OH yeaaaah...
Chorus:
OH.. Hooo...
That sage has been sitting there for many days.
He could see every event,
But his silence is causing harm.
At every minute there's a killing.
OH yeaaaah...
VERSE 2:
All his statements holds a mileage.
And his actions are well managed.
Frankly,he's done no wrong.
Yet, political potency took off his tongue.
Many people insinuated his action was based on denied bung,
Since he stood against corruptible stance.
So he was looked askance.
Making the sage create his own world,
Out of comprehensive swirl.
A world where he now dwells alone,
Enriched to divinely atone.
And now his former nation keeps to bemoan,
Whiles the sage has already forgiven them of their wrong.
Welcome to the sage world!
Chorus:
OH.. Hooo...
That sage has been sitting there for many days.
He could see every event,
But his silence is causing harm.
At every minute there's a killing.
OH yeaaaah...
Chorus:
OH.. Hooo...
That sage has been sitting there for many days.
He could see every event,
But his silence is causing harm.
At every minute there's a killing.
OH yeaaaah...
Chorus:
OH.. Hooo...
That sage has been sitting there for many days.
He could see every event,
But his silence is causing harm.
At every minute there's a killing.
OH yeaaaah...
This is ANDERSON WALKINGSHOES...
In Native American mythology
The species of feline named Lynx symbolizes
The ability to see clearly, as well as being
The knower of secrets, in terms of what
We hide from ourselves as well as others
I did not ask for this gift
Nonetheless, it is ever present,
Sometimes, I strive to imagine
Having a blind eye for the
Things that I truly see
And owning a deaf ear
Towards what is really heard
Having known many people in this life’s venture
Associates sometimes are distant strangers
And strangers become close confidants
For to see what is hidden from others
Is to observe what is unseen by many
To know that which we attempt to conceal
From ourselves, is to look through the eyes of the Lynx
(pause)
Do these eyes pierce you?
Or do they intrigue you
Perhaps both at the same time?
I didn’t mean to make you shudder
While that smug tone of voice began to stutter
As you became aware of the pensive
Stare, that unintentionally seeps right
Through to the core, those false masks
So neatly worn, cringes upon the prospect
Of those interior thoughts exposed to the exterior
Gazing around a room full of puppets
To their own suppressed ideas
While thinking their inner most secrets are safe
However, the eyes of the Lynx do not lie,
(pause)
Go ahead,
Condemn the wealthy woman
Across the room in the corner
But did I notice a glare of envy?
Laugh at the alcoholic as he
Guzzles down his fluids of intoxication
But, wipe the saliva from your mouth
Persecute the two woman as they sit arm in arm
Was that a flicker of fascination I detected?
For now, I too will wear my mask
One of innocence and vulnerability
And saunter about the room quietly
For if they only knew,
Eyes of the Lynx
An unwanted gift?
Or underappreciated blessing?
Either way,
ODE TO THE MIGHTY LYNX……………………………………
Oh Lord I search for you in the mist of my confusion and troubles
Many of my questions seek for answers
I am tired of the situation
When will this ordeal end?
Most times I am in a crowd yet very lonely
Trust is now fearful, because of betrayal
My own close friends and confidants continually deceive me
My lot has become an emotional and physical pain
Lord I ask when will you come to my rescue?
Answer me now that I am alive
For the dead is no benefit to you
For I know the dead can’t give you praise, neither can they fellowship with you
Search my heart oh Lord and purge me of all sin
Let your mercy speak on my behalf
I pray your angels protect me, from this harsh world
Comforter where are you?
Savior have you abandoned me?
My ordeal is too heavy for me to bear
Tears have become my breakfast, lunch and dinner
If not for the testimony of the saints that I have heard, I would have lost hope
In the past you oh Lord have delivered me from the lion and the bear
I know that your word is true
Not only true but also potent
Lord tarry no more
This words come from a man in trouble
A man in pain
A man who has lost all hope
Tarry no more Lord
Answer me and deliver me
In my pain, I will I praise you
In my lack, I will give you thanks
In cheerfulness I will wait for you
Impatience has never solved a problem
Not even in the physical
Lord I know you will never leave me nor forsake me
And in your time you make all things beautiful
May your embrace and touch bring light to my soul
Light of faith and hope
For the path of the righteous shines brighter and brighter unto the perfect day
While I wait patiently: I will dwell with your Word and in your word
And continuously lift my voice in praise of your Holy name.
SELAH
As we walk the down
The path of life
We find some areas aren't
As well lit as others.
And it's within these sections
That our hope seems to fade
As we go through them.
Fears begin to surface
When we can't see
What's in front of us,
Questions of doubt rise
Like tiding waters.
We even believe that
At times it seems
We're journeying alone
During this process.
Such is not the case.
You're never alone.
Regardless of our circumstances
There's always someone to turn to
During times unknown.
You have to humble yourself,
Sometimes we're our own worst enemy
When it comes to asking for help.
But if we set aside our pride
For just a moment, we'll see that
When refuge is sought
Sanctuary can be found
In the arms of uplifters
In the hearts of encouragers
In the presence of peacekeepers
In the bigger picture of the open minded
And in the hands of helpers.
We are woven together like fabric
And are here to lighten the darker
Regions of your path to restore
Your hope and faith
As you move forward.
Our hands extend to you
With acceptance and
Without judgment of any kind.
Whatever your questions may be
Know that we'll do our best
To find an answer for you, honestly.
No one is refused
And all are welcome
To come and go freely.
Forgive us for not properly
Introducing ourselves,
We are the trusted and
The faithful in understanding
We are the ears that listen,
We are the shoulders
That are leaned upon
We are voices of reason
We are your bridge
Over troubled waters
We are your faith in times of fear
We are the ones who have
Nothing to gain by lying to you.
We are your truest friends
And confidants, and
We are here for you,
How can we help?
1/25/18
Slam poetry evening
Offended
Leave now
In fact why have you come
If this is not for you
Or do you 2 wish to slam
And are here looking for a muse
To abuse or accuse
To ignite your fuse
Try walking in other's shoes
So contrite
I write what bite's
I spew like devil's flu
Over and under you
I slam
That of which I give a damn
I compress like a powder keg
I challenge you to think ahead
I am what keeps you awake in bed
I am an dystopia future
I lie beneath the key's of your computer
That the ouigie move's
And your feet steers
I am what's lurching in the rear mirror
I am your fear's
The shivers that chill down your spine
I am the crossed line
An anomaly
Slamming brain matter pulsating vein's
Allowing your innermost thoughts to flow
Without self control
No longer shy truth not lie
I could fry for divulging the slam
Loose my friends and confidants
For the sake of mistaking poetry for art
But if freedom and release
Is what I seek
Then on this day
Havoc wreak
I stand on fickle hoarded stage
And read my words from tortured page
And rage against my weapons
With dotted crosses
Ironing out the botches
With scalpel and shale beach rocks
And feel the chill of deafening frost
Nothing lost
Nothing ventured
Friendship mended
Slam ended
Can't even tell you
Why or even if I penned this
Or meant it
The sentiment is endless
For the reader to bend it
Sorry but I felt duty bound to send this
I honestly recommend it
Slam me back
Call me an old hack
Its the only way of keeping track
Or shelling the flack
Otherwise i will keep coming back
More black and blank
With no 1 to thank
And you can take that to the food bank
I'm scared of these feelings that I have,
Because I'm finally past the point of being sad.
I'm ready to jump out window and fly,
Not looking back with you as my guy.
Hoping that I soar instead of hit the ground,
Because love is what I have found.
I'm ready to take this chance,
And show you true romance.
Being the only one you need,
To have love that goes deep.
I want to take away all your worries and fears,
Make all of the bad disappear.
I want to replace the loneliness,
With nothing but coziness.
Help you out along the way,
So you'd know your future will be okay.
I'm ready for something that's real,
Time for all the scars to heal.
Being your present and future girl,
Ride or die until the end of the world.
Being your other half to make a whole,
Making love that's out of control.
Being there for you every day,
Showing you that I'm here to stay.
Giving you all the things you deserve,
Because you have proven your worth.
Making you happy is all I want,
Becoming each others confidants.
Let me love you and show you that I care,
So your heart will no longer be in despair.
I want to be enough for you,
Because it's you that I choose.
No other person makes me feel the way you do,
I just want to share a life with you.
I want to make all your dreams come true,
Because I know all the pain you've been through.
I want to be apart of your love train,
Coming together creating our domain.
I want to give you love you've never had,
Because our bond makes us the perfect match.
Dedicated to the man I love
January 02, 2014
~The One and Only~
Friendships are formed in many different ways,
some are by mutual choice and others by chance.
A sincere comradery will last forever and always
while a few have turned into passionate romance.
Confidants often find themselves telling each other
the darkest secrets and the desires of their lives,
things they don't share with a sister or a brother.
Silly or naughty plans that only a friend contrives.
But what defines a friend? Is it a confidant or a lover?
Someone online with whom we have good chats
and quickly makes us want to know more and discover
what's in their belfry, secretly hoping it's not bats!
Friends offer a shoulder to cry on and an ear attuned
when troubles are too hard for one to bear all alone.
It's important to help a friend who's feeling marooned,
and all they need to do is make a call on the phone.
Through understanding, we acquire a discerning heart,
one that sorrows over sad times and rejoices together
whether friends are always together or far apart.
The best buddy is there in times of stormy weather.
The word 'friend' only has six letters. It's a small word,
but if I call you 'ally' it's because you have my respect.
The friendship bond causes emotions to be stirred.
I'd do anything for a treasured friend when we connect.
August 5, 2022
Friendship Contest
Sponsor: Beata Agustin
Trapped beneath the surface of the ice again
Nothing I say will penetrate the thick crust of permafrost
That has surrounded and enveloped me.
Sympathies of my confidants have been exhausted
A well has been bled dry by slow repetition.
There’s a black hole in the center of my chest
Nothing escapes from its dark clutches
Nothing escapes this tempest, only silence remains,
The lake is calm on the surface
But underneath lies a vortex threatening to consume everything in its path.
Everything is a puzzle waiting to be solved.
With the right knowledge and perspective, conundrums can be unraveled.
But I can’t seem to solve myself.
I want to untie the gordian knot
Revealing the root cause of my problems.
Ghosts from the past that need to be confronted.
The past is always erupting into the present
Interrupting the natural progression of things.
The past nudges things ever so slightly
Until you're on a path wondering how you ended up there.
In order to confront the apparitions of the past,
They must be summoned first.
Offer them memories buried underneath years of emotional sediment.
The ghosts of my past are murky nameless things that are beyond definition.
Will naming the things that have haunted me dispel them?
What if nothing is gained from digging up the bodies and studying the bones beneath the earth that was better left undisturbed
He tills within the buzzard's flight
this cruel land he calls his home,
ewe and wether, milk and bucket,
broken spirit, ne'er to roam.
He's stuck for good, the laws of nature
guide him, be they right or wrong,
gone his hopes and his compassion,
save for the curlew's mournful song.
Courted by the country lasses,
love can't penetrate this soul,
pain and grief his only help meets,
daily toil his only goal.
Mother, father, gone to dust now,
confidants who'd calm his fears,
struggling with a heavy heart,
internalizing all his tears.
It's back to digging, discompacting
stones and boulders from the earth,
working 'til there's no more sun
in Wales, the cradle of his birth.
Striving against the elements
he stretches every nerve and bone,
every muscle, every sinew,
'til exhaustion brings him home.
Ne'er a smile adorns his visage,
there simply is no time for this,
haggard, careworn, slave to nature,
racked by weather's wantonness.
Two weeks gone, and there they find him,
chided by the wind and rain,
cadavered and condemned to fester,
never to be sad again.
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...dedicated to the Welsh poet R.S. Thomas
and his book, 'Song At The Year's Turning.'
From the traces of Amelia Earhart
Her roots We could be tying
Considering how she had
Mastered "the Art of Flying"
So naturally doing her Snap rolls
The way a Computer geek
On the Internet, does his scrolls
Soaring through thin air
About the Earth's equator
Using her woman's intuition
To be her navigator
Knowing by heart, all the dangers
Of taking such a risk
Believing, solely, within herself
That "People are only killed by Cockiness"
Despite, how Our courageous Amelia
Had cold disappeared
Was Nancy still fascinated
Feeling worse things to have feared
Like being made to stay from
The one thing she did desire
Recalling how Confidants
Tried to convince her to retire
Although, She would Never give up
The freedom of flying her XL 300 Plane
Pressing on, with A sunny disposition
Ignoring the possiblities of there being rain
Because she had a "rep to protect"
Being a Stunt Pilot, Nationally known
Becoming right before Our very eyes
A legend to her death tragically flown
Upon "staying the course"
Like the crew of Colmbia Seven
Looking to defeat all odds
Getting lost between earth and heaven
Putting a damper on her plans
For futhering her flight thru the friendly skies
Except in the Spirit, appearing as a Cloud of Smoke
From which We choke in between the Cries