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Head Games
You love to play them.
When you treat me badly,
I let you, as I thought that meant…
I was loving you.
I was wrong.
When you stomped on me,
or often if not always put me last,
I thought it was my accident,
not design.
I was wrong.
Blindness is an affliction of the heart,
the same as the eyes.
Empathy is a band aid to help enablers,
carry their own crosses…
hand-made and ill designed.
Be aware of what is happening.
Take an accounting and do the math.
Are you living with death, to get through life?
Is that living at all? (Get help, seek help!)
Could things be worse?
Yes.
No.
Maybe?
We each must decide.
God knows the right answer.
Ask Him.
Their spirits sift through the ages
Soaring swiftly in song
Kings queens prophets poets
Martyr and messiah
Tattooing tongues teaching teal truths
For ages they are anxiously awaiting
YOU
The one who will pick up that torch
Glowing with orange golden fire
Blazing bequest that
Still burns bright despite
Time tearing at tissues
Souls setting sails persevere
Even in death and
Rather because of death
Launched like missals persona projected
Into castles of our consciousness
Where the dearly departed laugh and live
Shed tears of wet windy wishes
Wishes to not have died in vain
Hopes that we keep up with progress
That we work for peace not to deplete
The earth of its resources not
Our own souls societies sacred’s
Not deceased by blasphemy and ignorance
Every good thing contributed by them
Laid foundation for greatness
For they are our heroes in heaven
Let them look down to see you rise
Bring your talents gifts to them as prize
They deserve this for they died
To show you no weapon formed against
Us all shall ever prosper least it be
That peaceful intellectual weapon of words
Wisdom that wars on a man’s conscious
Inspiring soul to seek light
To find unique grain of your salt
Worth wearing an ideal
And being a gold needle
In a haystack of heathens
Decide to be that ONE
They died to inspire to move, give, live
Be one that gives them reason to
Rest easy believing it will be settled
Finally there is one who will do it
See to it the world is inspired
To love and seek peace
Coexist with Mother Nature
In harmony and heavenly hope
For all the heroes, heroines
And the MOST HOLY HIGH
For all the freedom fighters
And the oppressed souls never born
Make them aware you hear and persevere
For the benefit of the world
In their names
Because of their brave blood
Your Choice for President
( a suggested method for democrats this next voting season)
By Franklin Price
6/3/2019
Who is your choice for president
Of all who chose to run?
To vote for them as “Idol”
Would be “American” for fun
When the final ones have entered
And debating fills the air
To cast some votes at evening's end
Would be something we could dare
Because there are so many
Divide them into groups of five,
By a drawing, fair and square,
To see how long they will survive
Ten votes, for each method sent,
Spread them out or all for one,
Must cast your votes, after they speak,
And before the rising sun
After the compilation
Has been totaled and is through,
The bottom three are outta there
Must find something else to do
The top two of each round move on
The rest of them are goats
They're then put out to pasture
Due to lack of cyber votes
The cycle then continues
Until only two are there
They move on to the primaries
To decide the one, if you still care
The winner meets the Elephant,
Who right now is Donald J.
Could be another opponent, then,
If the Asses have their way.
Smoking my life away
With each drag I crash and burn
A simple puff makes everything better
Just one inhale no harm done
Chemically challenged I may be
My life revolves around my urges
Weaknesses I believe that surround me
Like this smoke I breath in
A disguise it hides my fears
An excuse to step away
One foot further in that six foot hole
A paper box leads me on
Every decision involves a rolled answer
So dependent on this cancer stick
A soil for my complete failure
To grow and die in
Who cares if I continue or quit
Who cares if its only my life I take
Smoking it away
Another dollar down the drain
Another tumor seed planted in my garden of failed attempts
Who knows why I smoke
Why I take this direction I go
Every Friday I buy that pack
That pack of dreams made to destroy
I cant wait to smoke my life away
I can't wait to spend what I cant afford
I can't wait when it's to late for me to reconsider this smoking gun
Or can I; only you can decide
Make it count because it is not about you
The sooner you see this the better
My friend Crash you know who you are.
If i could retake my life to bake again,
I’d say exactly where, what and when,
To my family and fundamentalist church,
To those with importance as a crutch.
I’d take that offer of life and health,
By taking that clinic of great wealth;
Carers set out all just for hurt, torn me,
Who could never openly climb the tree.
I would just decide to take that blow,
Which my society could directly throw,
If the police couldn’t constrain my dad,
If the social work couldn’t stop the gad.
If the doctor couldn’t prohibit my parents,
From their motorway journeys and vents,
When they wanted to visit me at Uni,
Every month, which was not of beauty.
To accept that rehab right and fair,
To become functional to toot and blair,
Would’ve been against their beliefs,
‘Cos they wished for me Christian motifs.
But that clinic appointment firmly offered,
As Hereward College would’ve proffered,
The ability to leave my parents straight,
To cold shoulder ‘em with my atheist gait.
So I’d change that, that day at college,
When an honest answer i didn’t manage,
To the question of whether or not i did wish,
To see the doctor, for a needed clinic swish.
My parental guardian would’ve agreed,
To that rehab, possibly, ‘cos she did heed,
That normal script of life and its doors,
Which opened to me any path on my shores.
She told me i could do just as i pleased,
And life any life i wished to, she greased;
She was fighting on my side, in my corner,
For my dignity, happiness and honour.
In a world full of snakes
How do you tell which is poisonous
Each identical
Yet some harmful
In a world full of political parties
How do we know which one is all inclusive
Different paths
But the same ending?
In a world full of smiles
How do you differentiate between lie and truth
When promises are empty
And lies become identity
In a world of corrupt politicians
How do you decide which one is genuine
Are they playing nice for their campaign?
It's hard to trust when they've no shame
In a world that favours white
How do we expect change
When history is the same
When past and present live in the same age
In a world that fights for power
How do we become equal
When the world is against black people
When life is a climb to superiority
In a world that lives in delusion
How do we escape ego
When they are blinded by privilege
When they lead without reason
White stone for favor, black stone for guilt,
It is the bedrock of choice upon which we have built.
In fifth-century Athens, the citizens came,
To cast down their pebbles and enter the game.
In Athens they voted with clay or with beans,
By filling up jars to decide what it means.
Though "spilling the beans" is a myth we mistake,
The secrets of voters were heavy to break.
Middle Ages saw Venice adopt the same art,
To pick state officials and set them apart.
The ballotta of Venice, a ball small and round,
Is where our modern word "ballot" was found.
Borne over the waves to a new western shore,
The custom found life behind liberty's door.
Then nineteenth-century fellowships grew,
Where Masons and clubs chose new members they knew.
A box with an opening, hidden from sight,
Concealed every hand in the dark of the night.
A single black marble, a single dark choice,
Could completely silence a candidate's voice.
Anonymous judgment, entirely erased,
Left hopeful applicants banned and disgraced.
And so "blackballed" lingered, a phrase from the past,
Whenever a person is shunned or outcast.
Now ballots by millions are dropped in the mail,
A modern adjustment on history's scale.
Yet shadows of doubt over custody rise,
Of unverified hands and of fraudulent eyes;
As paper drifts far from the traditional booth,
We struggle to balance convenience and truth.
From stones in an urn to the clubs of old fame;
A tiny dark pebble gave exile its name.
Should I go quietly into the night,
Without a fight, like stars that fade unseen?
The winds would whisper secrets out of sight,
The earth would mourn where once my roots had been.
Oh let me not be shadow, swept away,
A leaf ungathered when the autumn calls—
The rivers fight to carve their restless way,
And waves will hurl themselves on ancient walls.
The oak will groan but wear its scars with pride,
The bird will shriek when storms would pluck its nest,
And mountains, cold, will not let time decide
To smooth their craggy spines to quiet rest.
Why then should I, a soul of breath and fire,
Submit to silence like the snow-bound field?
The sun does not go softly to expire,
But burns with crimson, gold, and light revealed.
No, I will rage—though soft my voice may seem,
I'll howl with foxes when the night is deep,
I'll sing with owls who haunt the silver stream,
And dance with wildflowers, though they sleep.
Let me not vanish like the dew at dawn,
Let me not yield where briar roots entwine.
I'll fight for life until the fight is gone,
And leave a trace in every branch and vine.
For nature wages war, and yet it grows,
Each death becomes a birth—a seed, a spark.
I'll rage, and leave my echo where it blows,
A quiet fight, a flame against the dark.
Does the world revolve around you?
You bet they do
You are the most important person in the world
To you
And to God
Those are the two you need to aim
To please
If they are not happy
You are not happy
The world can come and please
But only you call the shots
What gets in you
And what comes out of you
You don’t need anyone
You are not an island
But you are not a city bus either
Let it be known
That you think and do what you want
And that is not someone’s business
They don’t own you
Speak for you
Or choose your world for you
You decide on how you see things
What it is that appeals to you
What you want to include in your world
Only you would know what it is
That is important to you
You want to make yourself happy
And not someone else first
Because in the end
If you don’t have it
You can’t give it
So take care of yourself
Fill it
Nourish it
Give it what it needs
To take care of you
And finally take care of others
Remember what goes in
Eventually come out
So be careful of what you put in
See
Allow
What you call yours
You don’t want just anything
Do you?
Or do you?
Zero heroes
Whatever happened to the heroes?
Those that we used to adore.
I need somebody to tell me,
Where do they go when they’re about to fall?
Whatever happened to the heroes?
Where are they now? Nobody knows.
Where did they all choose to go?
I guess I lost all my heroes.
They all seem to fade away in the end.
Whatever happens to the ego’s?
When we decide they have let us down.
I guess things will never be the same again; oh no.
We were surrounded by infamy,
But now they’re all so sweet, no-one is angry.
They’re all so nice it makes me want to scream!
Get back on your star and let us once more dream.
Why does this happen to our heroes?
We want to love them like we did all those years ago.
But something happens to our heroes;
No more shouting loud, they’re all so mellow.
Whatever happened to our heroes?
They change with time; they all fall or die.
Our heroes change in our life time;
I wish I could go back and see them in their prime…
I want to go back in time.
(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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