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Life behind these eyes
This old body, harboured among so many artifacts.
My Spirit wanders the spaces within my four cornered rooms.
My Soul searches for meaning beyond the bars of my steel cage. .
My heart beats against the walls of my memories hoard.
Blood pumping, awakening the essence of what is stored.
My nights becoming the life what should be my days.
Slipping my mind into neutral, sound and electromagnetic waves carry.
Living vicariously through the eyes, imaginations, the talents of others.
Writers producers, directors, camera create and bring to the screen.
That one eyed monster, the cathode tube that carries one beyond.
Awareness of space time continuum, its linear journey lost to me.
Consciousness of times passing no longer has any relevance.
Seconds into minutes, hours, days, weeks months, years, a lifetime
One elongated stream, without destination, meaning or substance.
Carried off into the sun set, carried on the wings of solar winds.
Particles of time, connected, never seen by these tired old eyes.
Reaching, with both hands into the ether, the four corners of this universe.
Habits, rituals, routines dominate, no longer cognizant of times movements.
Days have become night, many hours spent in a bed of water.
Lost in dream land, where the subconscious brings to life ones history.
Stories told, be they positive, negative, indifferent or be they illusions.
A surrealistic representations of unfinished business, of desired unfulfilled.
On occasion, a vision, a premonition, something beyond a reflection.
For the most part, a desire to, once again, to experience the essence of.
Passions, desires, a life no longer afforded a disabled, indigent senior.
Only in the images played out upon the back of ones eye lids.
Painted upon canvases, woven into tapestries, displayed on TV screens.
Phantasmagorias that elucidate a life, some regrets, a life consumed.
B. J. “A ” 2
January 24th, 2021
I look to the day when they species is endangered,
When Cerebral Palsy as a condition is almost extinct,
When there’s other disabled people to interact with,
When our existence is teetering and on the brink.
I know researchers and scientists will cure the condition,
In two hundred years time or so by thought and deed,
By ingenuity they'll cure the brain damaged neurones,
When let us move and control our output and feed.
I hope my descendants will be far better off for me,
No matter where they come in the timescale of drugs,
In the timescale of effective surgery or treatment,
To reconnect the cerebellum and neurones, the thugs.
If you ask a believer for their confidence and hope,
They'll say god, faith, healing prayers or reverence,
But I say believe in doctors and the health service,
Trust in nurses to gain your wellbeing convergence.
A Games Maker at London’s Paralympics 2012,
Stephanie used to be a competitor able-bodied,
In the Great Britain team, mind on the Olympics,
Even tho’ since 11 her eyes were bad, crummier.
One day when she was training in a 50m sprint,
She felt a sharp, sudden pain shoot down her arm,
Which she just ignored, but it soon re-emerged,
Such that today she’s possesses nerve damage.
She’s a para-swimmer and competes in contests,
With other disabled sportsmen and sportswomen,
Her first competition as such was in Sheffield city,
2013, the British International Swimming Champs.
So at the Commonwealth Games held in Glasgow,
2014, Stephanie won a silver for the 100m freestyle,
And then in Eindhoven which is in the Netherlands,
7 golds: 1 for back, 1 fly, 3 free, 1 relay, 2 medley.
In Funchal which is on Madeira, Portugal, in 2016,
On this approach to Rio Stephanie won 2 golds,
At the European Championships highly spirited,
1 for the 50m freestyle and 1 for the 100m butterfly.
In Rio Stephanie won the silver in 1 min 10.32 secs,
And sealed gold along with her familiar colleagues,
In the 4x100m medley relay 34pts. From Preston,
She practices in their Club, born 7th February 1991.
An Ec Dote
All carbs on the table
hunger in the bank
More or less disabled
— nothing in the tank
**
To Simmer Or Boil
Poetry important
prose lesser so
Each word a keystone
to hold or let go
Nothing redundant
no fill in the stew
The meaning dependent
— on stirrings anew
**
Access Denied
Deaf to that ear
Blind to that eye
Numb to that touch
— senses denied
**
Morning Prayer
Conviction relighting
tomorrow’s lost candle ...
Through darkness and doubt
— indecision in flames
**
‘A View From The Bridge’
Lyrical playwright
tragedy staged
Actor’s harmonic
— script to betray
**
Uncomfortable Truth
I’m not
divorced ...
I’m just not married
— anymore
**
Piercing The Veil
Hearing it
clearly
Hearing it
plain
Goodbye
is what’s spoken
For all
— you can’t say
**
Crossing Over
Being different
to be different
creates more of the same
True genius
crossing over
redefining the game
When the road
takes a fork
most commonfolk choose
With the Sage
going straight
— indecision removed
**
Ergo Sum
Embracing
what’s presented
You become
— what you know
**
Fluid Contention
Whisky’s
for drinking
Water’s
— for fighting over
**
Reverso
So often ...
the dumber you act
— the smarter you think you are
**
To Forgive
You can’t rebuild
a friendship
by ignoring
what’s destroyed
You can’t forgive
injustice
with spite and hate
— deployed
**
Mea Culpability
You don’t have to
agree with me
But you’re responsible
— for your words
**
New Clothes For The Emperor
Sounding smart
over being smart
Dilettante’s pander
— with truth on parade
**
Rising Above
Consensus
on the chopping block
Contention
in the throes
King Solomon
denuding both
Dogmatic
— he bestows
(Dreamsleep: April, 2026)
Today I hear a jarring circumlocution
‘One solution, intifada revolution’
The first Intifada lasted from ’87 to ‘93
A perilous time to be an Israeli
160 Israelis were killed, 3,100 wounded
after all those attacked were computed
The Second Intifada stretched from 2000 to 2005
a time when 1,100 Israelis lost their lives…
… not to mention thousands disabled
~ and all the widowed wives
So, make no mistake about it:
Intifada revolution means murdering and maiming Jews
something proponents eagerly choose
A POETESS’ MURDERED LIFE
This is for Renee Nicole Macklin Good!
-Poets of the World
The gunshots of ICE (Trump's anti-immigrant serial killers)
Rumble in the air of Minneapolis, Minnesota (USA)
Filling people with panic, terror, and fear.
They have witnessed the death
Of a precious poet, a writer, wife, mother, and aspiring guitarist.
Winner of the prestigious award from
The Academy of American Poets for her poem titled:
"On Learning to Dissect Pig Fetuses"
She died from two precise shots.
Death that the mad evangelical
Criminal and fascist Capitol Hill man
Applauds with the hands of all his henchmen
Who venerate and worship his wealthy cock
With two balls that he wants to resemble, no doubt
Those of the Mongol warrior
And conqueror Genghis Khan
Who unified the nomadic tribes
Of this ethnic group from northern Asia
Founder and first Great Khan of the Mongol Empire
Whose Nicole’s death the republicans applaud and cheer
Swallowing all the lies they tell about her death.
Perhaps because she was a woman and a poetess
A fighter for the dignity and freedom of her community
The madman of the Capitol Hill has raised his neck
To take part, without being present
Dancing his “dance of the disabled”
For the death of an innocent, beautiful woman
A defender of human rights.
The “madman of the Capitol Hill” is afraid
Because he thinks that
She and her people will take away his empire
Leaving him dethroned and a mere pittance.
Perhaps, also, because of her extraordinary poem
Awarded in its day well deserved
That the whole country now recites
And will recite forever
Remembering her
So that the poem and she
Will not fall into oblivion.
Now, this madman in the Capitol
Deafening the ears of the people
With: War! War! Or: Peace! Peace!
Death to immigrants and adversaries!
He won't light a candle
On the makeshift altar dedicated to her
But instead wants to march to Greenland
To screw over the Vikings or whoever
By dropping the atomic bomb on them
Or buying their rare earth elements
With money acquired through slavery
As he himself boasts
Dancing his repeated dance of a disabled person
Which, like a dense fog
Dispels his murderous and criminal eyes.
TRULY SAD ABUSE OF POWER GATHER THEE UNDESIRABLE BEINGS ON THE SPECTRUM TO COMMIT THEE ULTIMATE BY BREAKING AND ENTERING TRESPASSING SEARCHING THROUGH VETERANS HOMES CRUSHING AMERICAN FLAGS FOR THEE OUTFIT OF SCUM ON EARTH MY PRAYERS ARE WITH THE CAPO CIRO GARGANO HIDING OUT FAKING HIS DEATH HIDING BEHIND UNDESIRABLE BEINGS ON THE SPECTRUM FUNNY RIGHT JEFFERSON ALABAMA BACH OFF ABUSE OF POWER STOP TERRORIZING DISABLED FAMILIES SEVERE ABUSE OF POWER BULLIES AN AUTISTIC YOUNG MAN TO TRESPASS WITH INTIMIDATION AND FEAR HIS UP COMING TRESPASSING ARREST OUT ON BOND HE ARRIVES SHAKING FORCED TO WORK FIR ABUSE OF POWER BELIEIVING HES GOING TO PRISON FOR A 300 DOLLAR BOND HE TRESPASSING EXPOSE DOCUMENTS TO CIRO GARGANO AND HIS ABUSE OF POWER STARTLING TAMPERING WITH DISABLED FAMILY AN ENTIRE FAMILY ALL ON THE SPECTRUM MANIPULATION INTIMATION BADGERING TERRORIZING FBI INFORMANTS DISABLED VETERANS DISABLED AMERICAN FAMILY
Flawless Aster under Auspicious Cloud.
I find myself under an Auspicious cloud.
My sweet dreams overcome the flaws in disaster.
Smoothing away all my flaw's in my fear.
I slept under the star shape like an Aster.
Vanishing away the ugliness of my nightmares.
I awaken to a peaceful morning of tranquility.
In a fragrance path leading me to my own Dynasty.
I saw the solution that disabled the flaws of our unity.
Using myself perception of my abilities.
I am overwhelmed by the flawless gloom.
Accepting the careless ways of my responsibilities.
Surrounded by the human bloom.
I am cheerfully flowing out a perfectiveness of a glow.
My flaws have been cleansed and purified.
I joined the flowers of the radiant promising future.
To accomplished life in an auspicious way.
A flawless look into the obvious day.
A beautiful elegance in our harmonious way.
Unmarked in every soul with a purple ray.
Faultless, blameless, no need to beg and pray.
Unhurt like the beauty we find in the sky.
You hold me close with the whole feeling of love.
I am the Auspice in your eye.
Undamaged me with the atmosphere of your Aster wondrous sky.
Unharmed you stand in front of me.
I'm wild like an Aster flower in your hands so perfectly.
Smiles to the world full of flawlessness.
Like a diamond found in nature untouched and unbroken.
Spoken words clearly come out bless.
A star, two flowers, a cloud, an imaginable token.
Symbolizing the love with no weakness.
Impacted on kindness and daintiness.
Waking up to the the worlds of reality.
I turn around like the moon.
On my taste buds I flavored the blossom smell.
The brightness of a flawless day.
I brush the dust of my shoulders.
I have no anger to castaway.
I've earned no fault when it comes to reason.
Now it's time to comprehend to live in the new.
Forbid my self to dwell on the old.
Look into the beauty that our future world holds.
Close the vision that we only see things for its flaws.
Clear your mind to inner self of mortality.
Longing to see the Aster in the dark sky.
I own the impurity of my air to the Auspicious cloud.
To absolute revive the love of the things that are alive.
By: P.D.
They are eating what's inside the dust bin! Yuck! Duck! Plug! ....Pooh! Woo! Doo!
No ways l am going back ehlathini! Kanti nithini?
Ngiyazithemba!
I am Zulu!
I am Sotho!
I am Tswana!
I am Pedi!
I am Shona!
I am Tsonga!
I am Afrikaner!
No l am biased! Freedom and peace brought us unity....we are all made of gold! Take a look at how we shine!
The ancestors of Africa!
The heartbeat of the Mother Land , the continent rich with culture! Sweet soil decadent like sweet Hennessy.... drowning our sorrows! Together we strong , divided cracks flood our Rainbow.
Africa Stand up! Unite
Let a Dictator like Bob fall down! You are not Mahat Maghandi ! We forgave but the wounds still annoys us, frustrations in the form of Vandalism....#feesmustfall #strikes #xenophobia Mzansi you have been through a lot....take a seat you are still young! 23 like the prime of David Beckham....fresh like grilled cheese.
My mother land you are truly a spectacle....you are blessed, your sons and daughters are strong.
Black ,White , Asian and Disabled this is a plea to the Nation of an African giant "Nigeria" Terrorism must stop!
Iam an African kid .... with an African dream.
It was a cold night, and I hated it,
The church service all in rows,
I contemplated my throat to slit,
But decided not, for my throws.
Dick Saunders was from Sussex,
The British Billy Graham no less,
And if I ever thought of pop or sex,
I’d be scolded and given a caress.
He was holding ten Jesus meetings,
In the Meadows of Edinburgh, a park,
Every night for then and strong feelings,
Were inspired among the church stark.
It was for the people of Edinburgh,
To be told about Jesus and his way,
Called The Way To Life Crusade, ah,
It was so archaic, had Noah’s sway.
I’m disabled so spasm and suffered,
Every Sunday from CP fits, seizures,
From being all tensed up, buffered,
By difficult breathing for hours.
So I knew I couldn’t go to these,
Fundamentalist meetings for so long:
Sequential, asphyxiating with cheese,
Not my choice at all for life song.
But mum and dad insisted I went,
‘Cos he was the leader of the choir,
And mum challenged me each night,
For my decision making time, hour.
So one night I gave in and did submit,
Went along with the whole thing as true,
But I always knew that my spasms, fit,
Caused the acceptance rank and blue.
I had asked my parents courageously, bold,
For a carer for me to stay home from church,
Because I knew that medically I did hold,
But they cleanly just left me in the lurch.