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When, while a father with two young girls,
ah charming children indeed
both wrapped around mine middle finger,
whose playful rebukes
this papa did heed
(who wished for a son),
he never did breed)
aplomb (fig your at Tivoli) found me
taking their fruitful lead
apple lee going bananas acceptable
mischievous behavior harmless misdeed
from this grown man,
sir render ring self to land
flat on me bum
as if drunk from mead
where playfulness my creed
years ago that streamed
by at lightspeed,
I experienced a
manifest destiny that freed
Aladdin side me, those decades,
sans long gone fatherhood
plus roles he learned to succeed
recalling catfights ('twixt
daughters) he refereed
who cherished those
offspring, he did seed
reckons adult opportunity
gifted yours truly mentoring
with excellence they did excede
to let loose once, and always frightened lad,
healthy development anxiety did impede
his spontaneity damned and leveed,
thus renaissance awoke to relive boyhood,
and prior to parenthood,
would be less apt to concede
how natural to bond with progeny
fostered by being keyed
into esprit de corps of biological charges,
now grown without need,
nor want of this
sudden embarrassment person,
whose absence in mein kampf did bleed
unstaunched sadness till affixing
available spare time with books to read,
and poems to write attempting to feed
an errant stray tear every now and again,
more pronounced as father time guaranteed
begetting precious bundles of joy,
how pedestrian days of yore like a tumbleweed
rocketed them thru preschool, kindergarten...
high school, college now this doddering
doth oft attempt (with futility) to reach them...
even cherished memories insync
with Jack and Jill Truck klaxon dost recede.
why do so many humans elect to be tended and herded like sheep?
should path to salvation require forfeiting self-determination?
long have golden trim and precious jewels reigned at altars of worship
why do such all powerful gods require so many interpreters?
does enlightenment entail shedding logic and credibility?
nothing's holy about misogyny, bigotry and genocide
what type of belief system relies on second-hand information?
when did blatant hypocrisy and greed become a religious creed?
why do self-proclaimed, loving benefactors require blind allegiance?
accept these articles of faith which are beyond any criticism
should a fixed object of belief be based upon mere speculation?
doesn't require a divine being to do right by humanity
shall continue to choose to believe in that which consciousness reveals
I’m too tired to tell another story
About the pangs of reality
of my barricading delusions
and my spontaneous God given days
A long wait ;A fat fate
A nine day wonder that forever lay in yonder.
I’m bled out of verve ;high on adrenalin
I hated narcissism ,ignored individualism.
Am losing my creed hard as it seems,
No need for innuendos and cover ups
No gimmickry no false flags
I believe in theocracy,oneness of the most high.
I have been punched and bruised
Dead beaten and Ill stricken.
I've been a witness to sordid days
Happy years and bonfire nights
I once asked Santa for maiden
He told me " dude lets be serious"
I won't even bother Cupid
That naked winged baby wielding weapons
who even crowned him an angel ?
I've breached the rules
Threshed on everything with a head full of pain
Tried singing when broken
Only to realise my voice is even worse than my problems
In my fantasies I probed for honesty ,
Paraded with veracity.
But bliss is not a thing life guarantees
And I know this is how life in its entirety goes.
My imaginings are wilder,
Might soon catch a banshee
My nostalgias are inconsistent ,
And My health is really getting better
Will someday soon sky dive in Ghana
Or yet still rally on the Savannah
I sought levity in the midst of debacles
Only to find fury in endless spirals.
I stumbled on a prose
Lo! let me sip on its sweetened repose.
In my hands a pen a paper
so I can write away my woes.
recite it like a rhapsody or sing it like a hymn
As a form of consolation,An escape from reality.
June 10 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Psalms 98-103
Key Verse – Psalm 98:1 O sing unto the Lord a new song; for he hath done marvellous things: his right hand, and his holy arm, hath gotten him the victory.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY VICTORY BESTOWER
Lord God, You are my victory Bestower,
zealously showing me Your assurance of salvation
Thank You for Your zillion ways of filling me with Your satisfaction…
Zion of Your mercy is where I stay with peace-jubilation
Zip my heart to Your joyful service-dedication.
Lord God, You are my victory Bestower,
zealously reigning over me in Your highness
Thank You for Your zillion blessings highlighting Your goodness…
Zion of Your strength is where I establish my faith’s steadfastness
Zip my heart toward Your testimonies’ truthfulness.
Lord God, You are my victory Bestower,
zealously inspiring me for enthusiastic singing
Thank You for Your zillion times of forgiveness for my confessed sin-clinging…
Zion of Your sanctification is where I seek for divine fellowship’s belonging
Zip my will along Your righteous perfection’s upbringing.
Lord God, You are my victory Bestower,
zealously hearing me of my cry and prayer’s need
Thank You for Your zillion graces that made me Your child, eternally freed…
Zion of Your comfort is where I hide from troubles along yearning speed
Zip my mind around Your watchfulness of Bible creed.
Lord God, You are my victory Bestower,
zealously building me up to live for Your glory
Thank You for Your zillion power-charges for my transformation story…
Zion of Your praise is where I can exalt You without worry
Zip my spirit inside Your triumphant territory.
Lord God, You are my victory Bestower,
zealously benefitting me by Your revival
Thank You for Your zillion exhortations toward refreshing renewal…
Zion of Your faithfulness is where I flee from oppressive trial
Zip my commitment within Your loving approval.
Lord God, You are my victory Bestower,
zealously pardoning me of my transgressions and iniquities
Thank You for Your zillion compassion-deeds for service opportunities…
Zion of Your pity is where I remain midst infirmities
Zip my future upon Your covenant, subduing my insecurities.
June 10, 2023
If time stood still, paused the ceaseless chase,
If life were freed from each mundane, mad race,
Imagine kindness spanning every shore,
And hearts embracing all—feel rich or poor.
But wars ignite with fury, dark and deep,
With chemical, disease, and weapons that weep;
Our leaders hold us captive in their schemes,
While innocent souls shatter fragile dreams.
Yet peace and harmony could reign instead,
With love and laughter lifting every head;
A final dance beneath the twilight’s dome,
Where mercy finds its ever-lasting home.
If time stood still, a brighter dawn we’d see,
When hate dissolves and hope is bold and free;
Equality and kindness fill each place—
A gentler world for every creed and race.
Written by Mj Mankasingh Jan 4 2018
Well hard as they might fight and try
So tight are rarely barely getting by
Sigh jobs squarely unfairly go to AI
Picked nicked then flicked on the sly
No sorrow poor borrow more to buy
Tricked by CGI lie from a cloudy sky
Social media spy pigs in the Tech sty
Future can’t deny no one gets a bye
Suitor will be AI then humans will defy
Pyrrhic critics decry but it is do or die
Titans fight for their piece of the pie
White collar all about the dollar guy
Dash for stash of cash ultimate high
Purloining while just coining on the fly
Spend as know the end is almost nigh
Flash rash brash greed splash they ply
Keys for wheeze must seize or will pry
Happens so fast they have cast the dye
Command it’s about demand & supply
Sycophant pant a creamy dreamy chai
Ego blast will last with your past will vie
Perverse creed gets worse this the storm's eye
Sow the seed impede our swede teed up & fry
Won't conform will curse why must I lie with AI
Plead don’t need IT to perform bellow thy lullaby
No go slow mellow Hello but a wry dry Goodbye
In the age of the 4IR, they say,
"You will own nothing and be happy,"
Cryptos, NFTs, shares, and memecoins, the array.
We chase dreams of wealth, oh so snappy.
But hope is what keeps us alive,
Believing in the promise of a golden tide.
Bitcoin soaring, dreams to thrive,
Past gains, future, we can't abide.
Regulations tighten, wallets under siege,
Our tokens held, a false reprieve.
One day we'll wake, portfolio's gone, no intrigue,
Laws protect, leaving us to grieve.
Who are they, you ask?
Those as greedy as we,
Same vision, same task,
Platforms profit, while we plea.
Central banks, remember them well,
Fractional reserves, their tale to tell.
Crisis caused, they cast their spell,
Forcing servitude, in their cartel.
R350 for SASSA, a pittance indeed,
Maize meal and fleeting need.
In the 4IR, it's a dire deed,
Using what we have, our only creed.
Young girls to OnlyFans, a somber plight,
Selling souls for a bite.
Survival's grip, oh so tight,
In this harsh, relentless fight.
MLMs promise, dreams unfulfilled,
Dog-eat-dog, hopes distilled.
Hard work, simply billed,
For survival, hearts chilled.
One day, we'll own nothing, it's true,
And maybe, just maybe, find happiness anew.
But today, in this relentless view,
Stay woke, lest they ensnare you.
Stay woke they will catch you sleeping
You will own nothing and be happy
"The Deafening Colours"
Silence is the killer.
Never
the winner.
True power and control
possessed by the strident
voices of Courage
to be different -
through Unity,
reveals
the deafening colours
Soul Sovereignty
arrives ascending
through equality
Loud and vibrant
becomes Peace,
The Real Revolution
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
"I have a dream
that one day this nation will rise up,
live out the true meaning of its creed:
"We hold these truths to be self-evident,
that all men are created equal."
Dr Martin Luther King
Fatima Shines Faithfully
Mellifluous musk exudes her every facette of sentience
A mosque’s dome protects and shelters a loving embrace
Compound eyes watch over a union made in spiritual sanctuary
Fatima knows and exchanges her vow with Fiona Peace be with them and with all
Not gold they seek just love in every aspect of body mind and tolerant essence
Patina green and humble reflects from a church of fruition
When the chakra of love transcends religion with ancient tutelage
Colour gender and creed do not matter when lips meet their oyster
A kiss for freedom a touch of their hands a ring of souls and tender caress
Sweet perfume and pheromones mingle with literate books of all times
28th June 2018
Someday in the future
Our moon will turn red
Raped and stripped
And left for dead
For in her core
Is the need for humans to survive
But the greed of us
She will never revive
These actions of us
Will resonate through universe worlds
Where we will be tagged and flagged
As totally absurd
We managed to escape
The year 2012
We are now about to be
Cast and shelved
Many years ago
We had the chance to repent
But where ever we went
We destroyed and left spent
Who ever is left
From our human race
Will have nowhere to go
To ever show face
As out there, their are
Other races of creed
Much different from us
The perfect seed
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