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Hey, straight people,
Why do you hate?
You won't leave it
Open for debate.
Hey straight people,
Why do you harm?
We refuse silence,
We ring the alarm.
Hey straight people,
Why do you kill?
It's just a *****,
It's no big deal.
Hey straight people,
Don't tell us how
it should be.
I won't bother you,
You don't bother me.
Hey straight people,
A little equality.
We are the same,
When it comes
To biology.
Hey straight people,
Stop your
discrimination.
You’re pushing for
Mass extinction.
Hey straight people,
We are who we are.
Because of you,
We carry a scar.
Hey straight people,
We just want to be happy.
We are different, odd,
And sometimes tacky.
Hey straight people,
We can love who we want.
From the coast of California
To the forest of Vermont.
Hey straight people,
Remove the barrier.
Your religious conviction,
Nothing is scarier,
Hey straight people,
We never hassle you.
You choose to fight,
Hate, and argue.
Hey straight girls,
Leave us alone.
Keep your butt in your
Straight zone.
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Privilege folk are a different breed,
they don’t know what it is to need,
they're unaware they live in greed,
from our spectrum they are freed.
Without need there’s no want,
greed means you’ve got,
need breeds anxiety, worry,
while greed removes the plot.
You must deal with worry without a purchase,
it’s the seed of fear that makes you nervous,
while greed just kills the value and purpose,
the thrill of the chase experience surplus.
When exposed to nerves you build composure,
you can’t buy things and switch your focus,
mission through grit with hope unsure,
while money illusions, hocus pocus.
The rich will pay to distract their mind,
they unwind they don't live the grind,
they just move on leave it behind,
escaping, they don't face mankind.
They put down people that live on benefits,
as if handouts aren’t their whole life benefit,
they don’t fear money or can't clear a debt,
go hungry, basic needs don’t know regret.
Hard times build character, it sees us through,
with the privileged, well, it’s not what they do,
they stay the same, their situation does too,
they don’t get this poem, nope, no clue.
Things in life that we’ve all done,
gaining know how though it weren’t fun,
you still thinking the privileged won?
Just look at their life, null nude numb.
This is the first in a trilogy of poems that comprise the first 2 years of big bens career as the Pittsburgh Steelers quarterback so sit back and enjoy.
I was at my favorite sports bar
Rooting on my favorite team
They were playing hard
Up on the big widescreen
The quarterback is the new guy
Still wet behind the ears
But each veteran he's played
He's sent away in tears
Our running backs are awesome
The best in the whole darn league
But when duce can't get it done
The bus drives through the other team
Our wide receivers Plax and ward
Know how to help us win
Now when they catch the ball
I crack a cheerful grin
Our defense is an iron wall
These guys are made of steel
When they finish with the other team
They think they'll lose their meal
We've won our whole division
We've also clinched the bye
To the Superbowl they're bound
It's there we'll do ore die
We'd better win that game
Or it'll have been a steel
The only way we'll lose
Is if we're deal a royal deal
Then I'd be heart broken
Without a bit of cheer
But I wouldn't let it show
I'd say we'll win next year
I know that won't happen
I can feel it in my bones
It's the other team you'll hear
Give out those fearless groans
So the next time you're a rooting
For your favorite team
Unless it's the Pittsburgh Steelers
It doesn't mean a thing
September 9 Heart for God Bible Meditations Based on Ezekiel 31-33
Key Verse – Ezekiel 31:10-11 Therefore thus saith the Lord GOD; Because thou hast lifted up thyself in height, and he hath shot up his top among the thick boughs, and his heart is lifted up in his height; I have therefore delivered him into the hand of the mighty one of the heathen; he shall surely deal with him: I have driven him out for his wickedness.
HEART THAT HUMBLES BEFORE THE LORD FROM BEING LIFTED UP
Our heart humbles before the Lord from being lifted up…
…toward eternal soul-salvation
From false doctrine’s instruction
For us to ascend for heavenly direction
And be purposeful in His will of holiness-action.
Our heart humbles before the Lord from being lifted up…
…toward salvation-assurance
From doubt-filled mentality’s ignorance
For us to possess truthful insurance
And be wise with His Scriptural perseverance.
Our heart humbles before the Lord from being lifted up…
… toward assurance-commitment
From temporal worldliness’ involvement
For us to abide in godly contentment
And be secure with His divine endearment.
Our heart humbles before the Lord from being lifted up…
…toward salvation-assurance commitment-fervency
From weak conviction’s deficiency
For us to pursue after righteous consistency
And be dedicated to His work with His gracious mercy.
Our heart humbles before the Lord from being lifted up…
…toward fervency-steadfastness
From grievous unbelief’s fruitlessness
For us to labour against slothfulness-caused unproductiveness
And be diligent with His compassionate faithfulness.
Our heart humbles before the Lord from being lifted up…
…toward steadfastness-victory
From weariness causing anxiety and worry
For us to serve Him while sharing His Gospel story
And be persistent in advancing His kingdom’s territory.
Our heart humbles before the Lord from being lifted up…
…toward victory-worship
From vain worldliness’ friendship
For us to praise Him along joyful fellowship
And be grateful with His offered partnership in our stewardship.
September 9, 2026
That heaven's rivers
flow saying Allah
Went out philomels of Islam
whistles saying Allah
Sways tugba trees
Recites Quran also tongues
Elysum yard's roses
smells saying Allah
Some eats some drinks
Angels deal out peace
Prophet Idris measures dress
Stitchs saying Allah
All posts are from noor
All leaves are from silver
While streching branches
Concludes saying Allah
Brighter than moon, faces
Sweater than suger, voices
Eden's houri maidens
Wanders saying Allah
One who is in love with Allah
Pours teardrops from his eyes
Becomes pure in and outsides
Sings saying Allah
Whatever you wish, wish from God
Walk in this way with a guide
Parrot is in love with tulip
Crows saying Allah
Opened skies' doors
Full of peace all of those
Eight heaven's shores
Uncovered saying Allah
Ridvan is opener of gate
Idris is measurer of cloth
Drinker of Kevser sherbet
Quenchs saying Allah
Dervish Jonah arrive to your pal
Do not leave today to tomorrow
Morning to God's council
Let me reach saying Allah
Written by Dervish Jonah (Yunus Emre)
Translation Onur Ünlü
I still know nothing
yet that is the knowing's seed—
sown in wonder loam
where the roots of doubt seep deep
the sprout of learning seeks light.
Maps fade into mist
yet my feet recall lost paths—
the curious sway
away from sane certainty
led by faith to what's unknown.
Each shell on the shore,
echoes the ocean's roaring—
such truth overwhelms
the silence of not knowing
the lines to the surf's chorale.
Each thought breaks open
to reveal a deeper quest
not-knowing unfolds—
it rises on unseen wings
when the heart kneels to be taught.
What I cannot name
is the real deal I reel—
winding in the cast
to what I know, I don't know
in my pool of unknowing.
Form:
She didn’t know pt.2
The Getaway
Making my get away I was walking fast.
Hiding the two bags of money in an old target shopping bag.
Walking with no witnesses as to which way I went.
It was all I could do not to break out and sprint.
As we now know it’s not safe to wear a hoodie
when you walk through a gated community.
I saw the volunteer guard before he saw me.
Briskly I ducked behind a large Oak tree,
I didn’t wanna windup D-O-A
in the middle of my get away.
This time of morning
there were no other prying eyes,
so, I quickly changed out of my bold disguise.
Slowing my pace, taking time to rub a little
dirt on my face.
Karma and luck were with me,
still no one gave chase.
Made it six blocks and on a corner.
Found a man looking out of place.
We made a traded and I give him a good deal.
For his card board sign that said
(Help I’m Homeless)
He got a white sweat suit and enough cash
to eat a good meal.
I give him another twenty
and said to have a good time.
Because for the rest of the day
this is corner is all mine.
So, I stand on this corner
with my help the homeless sign.
Hiding in plain sight, in the next poem.
I’ll tell you what happened to me that night.
I am so delusional, I think I’m just unusual
bare back riding on my Unicorn I shall sing,
up on high through clouds I fly so remarkable…
an experience ringing shells still humming in my head,
Fluffy white clouds linger high, over this baby blue sea
how can I deal with other troubles, there not mine,
my need to solving what, is shrouded in this mystery
maybe together one solution, sorted in our possession,
Momentarily to do nothing will arise it’s light, we shall see,
though, behold our insight our gift from above, love
to be what may, is all we can resort to, then let it be
gallop swiftly, hold on to any rein life provides, feel tender affection
Torpidity encompasses him
as he walks out the door.
He has heard the excuses
a million times before.
The strength in his heart
is loosing the fight.
He doesn't know if
he can take another night.
She tells him she'll stop.
Goes for another drop.
The elixir that makes her cry.
She pours another,
..doesn't know why.
Then she screams and cries.
Tells many more lies.
She's loosing her will,
as she looks for a pill.
She finds it on the floor.
As he walked back in the door.
He cannot deal,
..with all the deception.
He sits down at the table,
to ask her a question.
He says, "I have loved you forever and a day,
I'm not really sure what I wan't to say,
Why do you drink and swallow those pills?
If you do it again, I will head for the hills.
The time has come for this to stop.
Don't pick up that drink, not even a drop.
I am taking you to a recovery place.
In there you will have to face..
..the Demons that haunt you, every single one.
It's going to be scary and not very fun.
I love you so much and I cannot explain,.
..and don't understand..why your in so much pain.
All can say is that I hope that you,
Find the strength, to LOVE YOU, TOO!.
Just trying to live up to a dream
I have got many problems at hand
To handle if I shall keep safe the home
May be with many absent loyal people around
The scary tale I can not tell
Gets me going to no where
Than been put through hell
The best I can have as a nightmare
What if there are no enemies
Of all logics buried into my head
Hints to hunt my precious atrocities
In deal of fair play getting all fed
Trying to fight for a prophecy
Getting into the book
I am not sure its skin won't be destroyed to hook
And hit the state of its being- a fallacy
Where no going back is a sin
And a trust is disrespectful to the snitch
Looking up beyond having faith so thin
Bringing justice to play games of the motherer
Who needs someone to lie to
As to get his aim global
To see his real self through unblooded you
Of many unrecognizable marks that are tribal
Like tattoo designed for a deadly trip
Known only to the leader of the group
And a lie above others level to grip
Let alone have the right clue to a save route cum coup
Traveling far his honor beyond reach
To end his own world while looking for a good life
Trying to listen makes him have no speech
I know many guys still gonna see your corpse and laugh
Tell me if you like it
When all the s you crazy for
See you against the best fit
Hiding you forever between sores
And you wander like a kite
Dancing unto breeze dictate
Pretending the holder's logic's control is uptight
Till it get lost watching the wait...
R. I. P... Tolu