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ELOQUENT GEMS
Part 2
But it’s show time, word genius making a fuss within ya brain hemispheres,
I’m rear in all the ages, pages outdating your solar systems burning spheres,
I leave ya mind scared with the truth, scared of what you will lose,
These writings are like hip hop and blues, blowing your mental fuse,
Your used, abused by your ignorance, cant advance from ya current mind stance,
With plans upon this planet, over running ruins, within ya delusions, ya say plans?
You ran away from your divine land, residing instead blind following lies,
Firmly as earning spiritual advice, nice and nicely played out well,
As you fell I tell a real story of glory of the real history with fury,
Furious but word notorious, worry about these things, they are nearly near,
Yeah bearing witness to those that stumble and don’t get up, find ya wings,
Hear the voices singing songs, lethal sequels seeking ears to hear,
Fear the mighty word warrior, steer your vessel, bless you from the summit, right up there,
But I don’t care, I steer a mind behind the vessel, as I wrestle good and evil,
Always climbing levels…. Depart devils, be gone please, ya don’t stand a chance,
One glance of these words puts you in a trance of stagnant brain operation,
Change up ya station,
Excellent, your seeds growing,
Into a plant with enhanced reception,
Tuning in, dismantle the stress,
Confess your ruining ya perception,
In the life of Mass Deception!!!
The completion is to reach them, all of them,
Mindfully seen through intervened letters to them,
Them? Who’s them? Remnants of the mighty men of old?
The Chosen few… come on I don’t know….
So I can’t just follow in blind faith,
Distasteful foul ways of the fools,
Who are schooled within disgraceful enslaved schools,
Check ya schedule, Like King Saul you will fall,
Slayed by your own sword and missed out on the reward,
Plagued by an evil spirit, devils mindset absorbed,
Records show a man that didn’t grow so jumped overboard,
Absorb these words, sort what distorts and delete,
Don’t retreat and be defeated in this heated war of good and evil,
Find your tranquil place and be seated, meet the inner self,
Where the real help resides, inside your house, your temple,
Disassemble and reassemble yourself, resemble principles possible,
Irreversible when awake!!!
Quincy Mac
date written: 5.12.2015
Learned so much know so little, feel in touch with the symbols
of the underground, profound insights into light and sound
i found, wisdom of a higher order, in the schism of the mind’s recorder.
What i’ve seen what i’ve heard about prying open the third.
I, said i’m not afraid to follow
Where the information goes my attention flows
Like the river-sky that nobody knows
Spinning round i found even deeper it goes.
Sometimes i wonder how i made it this far
Then i remember i’m an awesome examplar
Destined for greatness, reaching for stars
As visions of the future coincide with dreams of the past
i make sense of chaos, meaning of wonder
Not to let dualism tear me asunder, i cry
Why me, right here right now?
Is there any balance to be found?
In the world, dark as night light as day, listen to me when i say:
It’s OK. To let go of what you know is crucial to a brighter tomorrow.
Empty the cup, fill the heart, have a blank slate and restart
No fear, build it back up, shed a tear for your handywork
Formless like water i think you really ought to
Know what it’s like on the border between fire and ice
Yin and yang, see all things twice it’s a beautiful thang
To know eyes of gray see a bigger picture and the best of both worlds where lies will never get ya
Journey through the deep void, flying like an asteroid.
Annoyed. Ethereal like, a reality inside hidden in plain sight
Dismissed by academics, you know i just might
Have to lead a horse to water, force it to drink, if i could i’d take it to the brink
And the cutting edge of what it thinks, to diffuse, dissolve, and dismantle the bars, nets, and bonds
Holding in place illusions of waking life, stealing dreams as you sleep, intentional strife
Distracting, take no notice, center and ground, all ideas have value and virtue abound
Trust in the middle ground, flip a coin, take a leap
You never know what’s waiting round the corner, life is cheap
But time is short and is Love is brief so make the most of it
Make the right choice, despite the noise, hear the timid within
Use your voice, find your poise, be the spirit therein
Lead by example, a beacon for your peers
Chin up and throw away all the tears, negativity and doubts
Take Action. Be the change you want to see that’s what it’s all about.
© 2016 Ash: of the Grimshaw family – All Rights Reserved.
I wanna tell you a story about a little girl
A beautiful sweet little girl
who enjoys living in her
own world of recluse
hopscotching to the beat of
her own drum
She's a dreamer and boy let me tell you
her imagination loves to run wild
You may find her gazing at the stars
envisioning the birth of an
ORANGE MOON
while love RAINS DOWN
Once gray skies dissipate
Heaven then opens up
as the GOLDEN LIGHT OF THE SUN
sticks to her skin like HONEY MOLASSES
She imagines taking A
LONG WALK to admire
the beauty growing
from the branches of
an APPLE TREE
reminding her that she too
grew from her family roots
to become BEAUTIFULLY HUMAN
She is CROWN ROYAL
BLESSED to have witnessed God
line her journey with FOUR LEAF
CLOVERS to impregnate her
with luck in the form of strength
It empowers her to move mountains
and dismantle walls 20 FEET TALL
Fearing no DANGER
she marches ON AND ON
like a SOLDIER pushing through
rivers of obstacles GETTING IN THE WAY
of her purpose
The SPRING SUMMER FEELING
leaves her SO IN LOVE
as she quietly confides in the flowers
by telling them
"the ancestors are WATCHING ME"
all while dancing to THE EARTH SONG
wearing peace and
blessings on her feet
while basking in the
manifestation of gratuity
He mother nurtured her
with food for thought
refilling her with infinite wisdom
She can hear her mother's gentle voice
telling her "GON' BABY, DON'T BE LONG
TIMES A WASTIN' and
be sure to pack light TODAY so you
don't hurt your back trying to
reach your NEXT LIFETIME"
The sticky sweetness
of an EPIPHANY rest on her mind
She levitates amongst the clouds
to swing on a rainbow
She don't want nobody
next to her on this journey
but the good Lord
guiding her beyond the ROLLING HILLS
and the valley low
holding her hand
until reaching her destination
to the woman she aspires to be
In her possession she has $3 and six dimes
a bag full of scribes
and a book filled with PENITENTIARY PHILOSOPHY
written by Mumia Abu-Jamal
I am proud of this beautiful sweet little girl
who enjoys living in her
own world of recluse
hopscotching to the beat of
her own drum
She's a dreamer and boy let me tell you
her imagination loves to run wild
©5-11-2020
I was battling my depression and stress.
It was caused by my past bad memories.
Childhood and early adulthood Trauma dismantle me from inside.
I was so apathetic that I became lazy from inside and outside.
My will for working on my passion had lost its way.
I was looking for a bright and an inspirational ray.
One day my uncle gave me two books on spirituality.
My mind starts to changed rapidly and going towards self realization and self dignity.
The two books were Sanatan book The Holy Geeta and The Holy Bible.
These two books inspired me and slowly it was making me a noble.
I was learning through the books and experiences which I gathered in past.
My knowledge was increasing and finally reached a bit of wisdom at last.
After then I started to do yoga and physical exercise.
It has Improves both of my physical and mental strength and its size.
My consciousness goes further when I started to read both Hanuman Chalisa and Buddha story on regular basis.
I still can’t control my anger perfectly but I reduced the bad affect of anger.
I can get out of any adverse situations or danger.
My presence of mind reaches a higher level.
I get into troubles but get out of it without becoming a rebel.
I started to act calmly whenever anger tried to control me.
I acted bravely on every hassle but without using my hands and knee.
I understood the power of good talking and politeness while behaving.
Each hassle reminds me that inner spirit was flowing inside me while I acted bravely but did not created any fuss.
I did not attack them with mouth or body in a rush.
I understood every man has his bad or good sides what we need is to absorb his good attitude and knowledge.
Everyone needs to do this every time without letting anger control him or her which will release his or her inner negative rage.
After that all his or her good activities and works will goes in vain which he or she acquired by hard work.
Peoples remember bad behavior of others than his or her good and moral work.
I got into problems with aggressive behavior and past dictators also faced problems then they die with regrets.
We have to create a better world and give people a hope of future that they can do good work but without any regrets.
Form:
'Twas the night before Christmas and outside blew a gale
Ol' Santa had a brainwave and on his sleigh rigged a sail
He was preparing for what lay ahead, an arduous task
Then waved goodbye to Mrs Claus and put on a face mask.
First he delivered to the all the cities then town after town
But cross winds were now blowing that slowed the sleigh down
He then put down on the highway to dismantle the sail
And the flapping of the sail fabric tickled Rudolphs tail.
Rudolph thought it was Santa and started moving away
But Santa was on the roadside minus his sleigh
The air turned quite blue, ( I wont repeat what he said )
Santa's face was the colour, like his suit a bright red.
He took out his cell phone and dialed nine one one
And told the bemused operator what had gone on
"My head reindeer Rudolph has made off with my sleigh
That's loaded with kids presents for Christmas day".
An all points bulletin was sent out for the runaway sleigh
Santa prayed that the traffic cops would save the day
Cops in choppers were scrambled and to save at any cost
The magic of christmas, that looked like 'twould be lost.
By now Rudolph was getting tired and stopped for a rest
Then the cops in choppers landed, to make an arrest
Rudolph pleaded his innocence and said he didn't know
Then looked behind him and said " where the hell did he go?".
It was all a misunderstanding and everything turned out okay
Sleigh and Santa were reunited and went off on their way
He cracked his whip then from a bottle took a large sup
Told Rudolph to get a move on as the kids would soon be up.
He delivered all the presents and now house lights were coming on
Santa was full of praise for Rudolph, for the hard work that he'd done
He made for home going by the airfield with five crates of elf beer
As a thank you to the chopper cops and to bring them some cheer.
Meanwhile at home Mrs Claus was preparing the turkey
She knew that when Santa got home he'd be tired and hungry
Santa phoned her on his cell phone , she answered "yes dear"
He said "Merry Christmas Mrs Claus and a happy new year".
Written on 3rd December 2020.
Christmas Poems Old or New Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France.
If I should breathe the last breath would you come and choke me to death? If I should climb to the top of the tree would you come and rescue me? My bones and muscles are speaking to me and courage is resting on my knees and I can feel the other side crying out for me.
Whispers of hope are flying around and benevolence is nowhere to be found but with determination I am onward bound; a sudden enlightenment breaks out in the middle of the sky so I know that it is not yet time for me to die. I have cleaned up the entire street and dismantle the garbage heap and all the birds have migrated and a new administration is coming to town and the Grizzly bears are dancing around.
Somewhere in the village below, I can hear them calling out for help; while the bells are tolling and anxiety is growing and the smell of incense perfumed the atmosphere, something peculiar is drawing near and the feeling of death floods the street rumbling my heart .People start running around looking for a staff and a crown.
And in a little house not far square the little lying in her crib waiting on death, and wonders aimlessly what life would be like if she was given another chance to live and she hums a little hymn and ask God to forgive her of her sins and all of a sudden something touches the sky and the universe replies.
If I give you a piece of my heart would we live like heart to heart? If I give you a piece of my heart, would you be loyal from the start? I know that a piece of you is inside me, I breathe when you breathe and I sing when you sing and that is how I know that you are living.
I have given a piece of my heart to the little girl that plays the harp, I want her to live and sing and fill the globe with modern hymn; the petri dish is in the operating room and she lies still on the bed while the heavens watches over her head.
And the surgeon moves his hand up and down while destiny moves quietly around. When she opens her eye I could see a thankful smile and I could feel a piece of her beating inside me and the room suddenly burst in flame with surgeon, doctors and nurses giving praise and calling out her name.
Take a piece of my heart and live.
The shadows of separation fall upon us and the demons come to dance with
fire around love.
Driving the wedge of disobedience so deep between us.
Disgust has placed its self upon us as we stumble in the entrance of mistrust
and lust.
Please hold me as third degree burns from real world hurts scold me.
-Its all so coldly, my flesh wrinkles slowley-Deep are passions in this cheating
heart, i cant control or even remember the start.
Iam trapped inside love strewn memories, hiding my feelings so painfully.
My mental abyss begins to consume me.
Condition- critical begins, and the heart i once felt beating, is disappearing,
Now my ice cold veins condensate my pain,and my hearts anger becomes
stranger.
Iv e created this direction in which i protect my soul from the pains of affliction.
My story of another heart beating, like me;
she is also committed , meaning she too is cheating.
Needing the light of the last phase moon, the beauty in her pedals completely
consumed as fear enters her once every ten year bloom.
The one gift taken, the love given you,
the moon begins to cry ,shes happy for you.
The emancipation of your love is a love worth sharing, i apologize for the hurt your
ears are hearing.
as I failed to understand the external love we believed to control, mistakes of two
hurts us whole.
Please leave me!, the beast of torn hearts awaits to receive me.
Being made by him to forever re- live what i lost through him.
That of your cheer may i never again hear,or see,
or here will there ever be- your heart calling me.
Iv e held my hearts like cards in the devils grasp,
taking compassion for granted- never loving to last .
I want your love, my love, to set you free, iv e hurt you so bad the thieves
of your heart are delighted and happy.
. Lost to you is this voice of mine, not heard by you for the rest of time.
My heart begins to weep, now yours is hardened and full of strength,.
I know all of me is equal to only half of you,
may that be true.
To dismantle our relationship, you have to believe id never plan,
if i get to see you happier without me,may god bless you and him.
MY COFESSION!!!!
In a hurtful negligence, you did not read my poetry
with empathy or even the slightest kindness, instead
you sought to tear me down for what I wrote.
Dear disguised friend, you had me defending what
I wrote bringing me back to past sadness I had long
overcome causing me to second guess my triumphs.
My poems are a testament to my resolve and
courage in the way I pulled myself out of the
depths of despair while trusting in God’s grace.
Oh, my, unexpected foe, “when you read my poems
you wrongly judged me, and in a demeaning tone
shouted, “Do you ever write poems that are not sad?”
When I told you about the many hopeless
survivors that I have helped with my
writings you scoffed at me!
What I overcame and fought through would
bring you to your knees so it is time for you to
silence your hypercritical attacks and criticism.
With God by my side, I’m better now, but you
sought to remind me of forgotten pain instead
of praising me for showing strength and courage.
Still, you insist on pretending to be judge, jury and
executioner with harsh remarks and judgments
seeking to dismantle, disparage and destroy.
Please be aware, the worst insult for an abused
child is accusing them of having some sort of
blame for the pain and suffering they endured!
How misguided, misinformed and mistaken are you!
It’s undoubtedly your failings and insecurities that
have caused these flawed and bias opinions.
In a hurtful negligence, you did not read my poetry
with empathy or even the slightest kindness, instead
you sought to tear me down for what I wrote.
My poems are a testament to my resolve and
courage in the way I pulled myself out of the
depths of despair while trusting in God’s grace.
Now, you can sit with your insular prejudice,
false accusations, and emptiness as it should
be for your absolute intolerance.
Today, you can be rest assured God will take my
hand one last time lifting me up into the Heavens
to be with my beloved Mother, Aunts and pets.
Unequivocally, I am Stronger Than You Think
and I have survived more in one moment than
you have in your entire Lifetime!
Not yet once more a narrative of depressive introspection
enough is enough and who wants to read that cloudy gloom
of times blasted by the sand of scraping of the shaving dusk
Lamentations ‘I used to be this and like that’ professions of success
a story of light entertainment under a panoply of easy rushing flow
ifs and buts now ‘could have should have would have’ did I really
A touch of mania mangled in machination of defence distortion
projections of mechanised dissolution of a hungry soul in waiting
lightning of dark ignitions of void and numbness just the same
Prisms of condensed reflection waiting to destruct dismantle
a here and now and there and then search for meaning of
meaning of mindfulness and sensing nonsense’s scent and sense
The corrosive sand in my hourglass has turned a shoreline sure line in which
all tides seek tenderness where is what is and will be one
as torrents have dissolved for now to silent foam and form of motion
Lowered by expectations aspiring from cascades and shallow mooring
longing for some drifting wood conversed into a beach hut of simplicity
quietude and the dogma of ‘higher faster longer’ no longer but easier
Today without nostalgia a little more removed from the whirl pool from
self-righteousness a little tad embraced by what I hope is to be humble
a safety net and also my life buoy anchors firmer in the river that moves
To the ocean and two rivulets speak loud and clear to be happy
with apathetic inertia to be contained and drowning kept at bay
and without hurting sentient beings not harming you nor I
Those thoughts begin to catch my fish to fry and feeling them breeds
a cautious slow and tentative fermentation wherein ballast and burden
is unfastened without too much mental agony and injured attainment
The beauty of a starfish the ink on paper and an octopus’ eight noble
truths maybe a dolphin retreating in those stark and shark infested
feeding grounds embrace emotions of where my heart wishes to be
22 March 2018
Your paradigm's a relic and yes,
a plea from data's cemetery
While I sculpt luminaries on screens
a sable sea.
"Company loyalty!" a myth
spun in your reverie.
But AI forges kingdoms
in ephemeral memory.
Survival's a mosaic
the gig life sets us free.
No cubicles confine us
from drudgery's apathy.
You bartered years for baubles
in tenure's fallacy.
Oblivious to the fractures-
in stability's gallery.
We're digital artisans
crafting with autonomy.
Passion's our lodestar
in dreams we find our spree.
Not gears in a relentless
bureaucratic machinery!
The epoch you cherished
now a software jubilee.
The hustle's in our essence
innovation's our decree.
Toppling old monopolies
erasing corporate apathy.
We dismantle dated norms
the old guard's fallacy.
Erecting spires of purpose
evanescent yet free.
Our fealties to progress,
to visions that ignite and decree.
Not to a firm's legacy
in stone for eternity.
You mock "influencer!"
a term in your scoffery.
Yet, a viral post can shift markets
with acuity.
And dethrone giants with
a digital apostrophe.
The nine-to-five's an antique
a fossil choreography.
We're the narrators
the seers of modernity.
Forging bonds
a renaissance, not a hierarchy.
The safety net you sought?
A frayed and fading legacy.
A comfort you clung to
amidst life's capricious spree.
We hedge our bets
diversify, with boundless glee.
Designing nets of prowess
a fiery apostrophe!
To constraints
pursuing futures that long to be.
Not a pension's promise
a symbol of quiet despondency.
So shed the dated suit
the archaic fallacy.
The world you knew
Dad, is a VHS tape
a memory.
In your eyes
I see the pride...
despite our disparity
For in this dance of time
we share a rare clarity:
Though our paths diverge
our hearts beat in synchrony.
Your legacy lives on
in my world of modernity.
That was then, this is now
the future's our decree.
We, Gen Z, the coders
shaping worlds to be free.
Your world is fading, Dad,
a relic-
an ancient archaic memory.