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An awful odor arises through a quick developing pea soup fog.
Sounds from nearby crickets and frogs fade as light footsteps draw close,
then stop.
The fog gets thicker, thicker than before. The odor gets worse, more
concentrated. Your now ingesting an evil toxin.
Violently your shoved to the ground from behind, something pierces
your neck.
Evil memories, pictures of death swirl through your mind,
convulsing, as your body begins to turn.
Suddenly all goes still...
You come to, but not like you once were. Something feels different,
your vision is altered, you see only a crimson red. Motor functions
once average feel almost supernatural.
You died,
revived, rise from death.
You've become a dark death dealer.
A new hunger has emerged
Cattle.
You leap,
splurge,
submerge yourself in the
crimson substance,
riding the bloody waves.
uncontrollable,
relentless in your attacks.
Screams of horror
a mass slaughter.
Your alarm rings soft, minutes later it screams in terror....
I'm awake, I'm awake!!!!
You open the curtain
The sun.......
To be continued........
UNFINISHED BUSINESS
©Alfreda Williamson
July 2, 2004
Outside town boundaries,
bustling, noisy din,
Deeply in the serenity of peace, calm,
the country County,
Around a curve, sharp, blind.
There it leaped out at me.
Suddenly, unexpectedly
Catching me off guard,
Not foresightedly, not scary
Just by way of wonderment
. . . why this unfinished business?
The house without its finishings.
. . . It rose up in the trees,
reaching the tops, for two stories,
Sweat/precision/deliberation imputed,
Reaching towards the sun.
Or was it toward a full autumn moon,
Or could it be the direction,
from the ancient star compass.
Harnessing a cloud drifting by, for clearing?
It stood among the ivory,
Entangled, entwined but
Not overgrown, not overtaken.
The roof covered in tin,
The setting for magnificent, earthly,
heavenly sounding of
drenching,/torrential/steady
rain drops.
The windowed eyes of this
Unfinished dwelling,
Finished, painted, shadowed, framed
. . . in pink.
Its back bone wood no longer
yellow /white/beige with youth.
The grey/brown color of rotting age and elements;
. . . time, neglect, exposure
. . . nature scraping and shearing away,
year after year,
after month, after day,
after time.
The frame finished, nearly so,
Peaking spaces left, or now,
There, some frame filling
Having been ripped/rotted
Away for outsiders to look in.
This business unfinished,
And not overtaken,
In the gulf of time.
Nature working reclamation,
Of the space, crawling,
Groundward, upward,
Yet unfinished in recapturing.
This unfinished house, standing
Alone in the word,
Sharing a space with no one
In its place.
The windowed souls,
. . . looking, peeking at
passersby,
driving,
cycling,
running pass,
in a flurry.
This unfinished business,
Begs questioned consideration,
Sufficient structural invitation
? who went there
? what past passed
? why this unfinished business
? when
Where . . .
am I begged to inquire,
invited to draw close?
But I can’t get there.
Though attention drawn,
And pondering invoked.
I can’t finish it,
This business.
By Alfreda Williamson
© July 2, 2004
The top ten reasons not to go to church,
Clingy Christians may come and lurch!
It is so boring that I’m sure to fall asleep,
The Pastor’s message may make me weep!
I am too busy with sports and stuff,
In my life, I have enough!
They want all the money I labor for,
Or they think they’re better, for I am poor!
I am too tired, from a week of work,
The singing and dancing, they are berserk!
And the number one reason in the nation,
they are hypocrite’s, crying tribulation!
With ten more reasons, I’ll sum this up,
to why my friend you should drink this cup!
Church is a place where love abounds,
A place where the lost can be found!
Church is made up of God’s people,
that gather together under a steeple!
Yes, they stumble, sometimes they fall,
But given the chance, your phone they’d call!
Every person who does attend,
Has had a hurt they’d like to mend!
There are fellowship and spiritual guidance,
When all the laughter has subsided!
It is a place that does help others,
Everyone is called sisters and brothers!
But the number one reason to go to church,
Is to draw close to Jesus, and yes it works!
I remember the day I first walked in,
I knew they could see my faults, my sin!
I thought they judged me from the start,
But oh so wrong, on my part!
Now I myself am one of THEM,
And NO my friend I don’t CONDEMN!
We have all made mistakes,
But thanks you Jesus, he gives and takes!
He gives life to all who ask,
And took the sin in which we bask!
He showed me love, and now I can share,
Will you come, my friend, I'll save you a chair!
And let us consider one another to provoke unto love and to good works. Not forsaking the assembling of ourselves together, as the manner of some is; but exhorting one another: and so much more, as you see the day approaching.
Hebrews 10: 24-25
September 21 Scripture Meditations Based on Mark 4-6
Key Verse– Mark 6:50 For they all saw him, and were troubled. And immediately he talked with them, and saith unto them, Be of good cheer: it is I; be not afraid.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR CHEERING ME UP
Thank You for cheering me up in my pain
Caused by sinfulness-sting of transgression-stain…
You are my great Healer, granting wholeness’ gain
Truly, Your salvation-ointment is never in vain.
Thank You for cheering me up in my shame
Caused by pride’s embarrassment and blame…
You are my merciful Encourager with pursuit of forgiveness’ aim
Truly, Your humility exemplifying meekness is always aflame.
Thank You for cheering me up in my ache
Caused by hypocrisy’s pretension, deceitfully fake…
You are my merciful Encourager giving me courageous shake
Truly, Your rebuking chastisement is ready to wake.
Thank You for cheering me up in my shock
Caused by worldliness’ smiting knock…
You are my wise Designer against confusion’s lock
Truly, Your quality standard is a perfection-rock.
Thank You for cheering me up in my woes
Caused by persecutions from attacking foes…
You are my mighty Defender, shielding me from perilous blows
Truly, Your protecting safeguard is a fortress as to You I draw close.
Thank You for cheering me up in my pouts
Caused by discontentment, worries and doubts…
You are my ready Provider with bountifulness’ shouts
Truly, Your abundant satisfaction is away from crises’ routes.
Thank You for cheering me up in my guilt
Caused by trespasses’ filthy silt…
You are my gracious Transformer with goodness-built
Truly, Your kindness-charge is free from evil’s tilt or wilt.
September 21, 2022
Remember when we could still stand
To gaze upon some virgin land
Appreciate the beauties of the Earth?
Remember when the flowers bloomed in May,
How we lived, day to day
When little things still had intrinsic worth?
Remember when there were no fears out there beyond the fence?
Remember when we still had common sense?
But now it seems so far away
Though it happened only yesterday
The tremor's still a-shaking in my heart.
And now there's just a stoneage silence
Born of but a moment's violence
Standing sentry in a landscape torn apart.
The heat came down like a mountain falling in the sea
The sky lit up like a thousand suns
Ten million souls cried in agony
Hung in the air, then faded out as one.
Sorry, don't like to steal your sleep, my dears
Didn't mean to probe your deepest, darkest fears.
But I keep having this terrible dream, you see
You can't imagine how it makes me feel
When I wake, draw close to me
Tell me, was it really real?
Remember when things didn't seem
So pointless so gone extreme
That we could let the children play outside?
Remember when the Grand Alliance
Worked so hard for world compliance
Yet how they finally made us go and hide?
Remember when the world that was
Was still a place for having dreams
How strange the thought of that now seems.
But now it seems so long ago
A million miles from what we know
The Final Crime committed now at last.
So now it's all a weary show
As on and on and on we go
Our living time is now - the Past's the Past.
Dreams of My African King
In the quiet hours of night, my African king visits me. His presence, both vivid and elusive, dances across the tapestry of my dreams. We spar—our voices colliding over the phone, tangled in passion and discord. His white t-shirt clings to memory, a canvas for whispered secrets and unspoken truths.
Laundry day becomes sacred—an intimate ritual. He separates his clothing, each fold a promise etched into fabric. I, too, remember the days when I stumbled over his name, syllables tripping like hesitant birds. A thousand rehearsals, yet he corrected me gently, unraveling my mispronunciations with patience.
How much more can I love him? Love, unquantifiable, spills beyond boundaries. It echoes in the cooing of doves—their soft wings carrying messages between realms. To love is to risk—the precipice where self dissolves, and soulmates emerge.
He visits me, not only in dreams but also in waking life. I glimpse him on bustling streets, in the hum of subway cars, and within the ink of my poems. Our souls, celestial magnets, draw close. We need each other—an equation of hearts seeking equilibrium.
I am a believer in God’s design. He weaves our paths, stitches constellations into existence. My king, once stronger, faced battles that scarred his spirit. Yet God’s promises remain—our shared destiny etched in stardust.
Me ma wo akye—may your eyes witness miracles. In the quietude of night, may your African king’s silhouette linger, a beacon across the vast expanse of longing.
My World of Differentness
I am invincible
So don’t try and find me
I have no where about
But it does not make me aimless
I am like the wind
You can’t touch me but you can feel me
Do not try and reason with me
I will leave you with perplexities
Do not think about intimacy with me
Pains and perpetual hurt is what I will cause you
But I am not heartless
Excuse me; do not talk to me about civilisation
I am just the results of my own ideas and theories
If today your heart is bleeding
Do not blame me, you made what I am
I am the results of the disappointments and heartaches you caused me
Follow your way and do not try and understand mine
For if you did, you will go mad
Don’t try and come to my party
When you hear the music of yesterday
The music that got us into the dancing groove
I am peeved at you
Do not attend my funeral
When you I have gone to join our posterities
For in my anger
You will receive a slap and a whack in the face
Do not even talk to me about love
For I have become the opposite
You have made me worthless
I lost the pride and respect I had
Because you have turned me into your chewing stick
Lacerating me all day
You said I am unforgettable
But you treated me with disgust
Allow me to free my mind
I have long carried these hurt feelings in silence
I will bite you, if you draw close
And do not ask why I have become bitter
I am now like a wounded scorpion
Ready to strike
The future they say belongs to God
But you are now welcome to my world of craze and differentness
Signs them signs every where you look there's signs inside my mind
outside my window taking you places you need to take a hold of don't you see
like renting a car down by the nearby bar when you had far too much to drink
places that you need to grow fond of beide the lavender hue beside the sea
Draw close to me this minute we both can fondly agree come sit next to me
the drawn out smoke from the make believe begun the fence where grass is green
Temptress came clean by the parting fenced forth machine in the land of make believe
The castle so far away has suddenly been drawn forth near having shed a tear
barricades of rainbows cascadig onto putting space in the wallowing chance to....
there can be danger up ahead the frequent fall out from the dead ring the bell from head
chemistry mix mash make believe fallen soldiers eating ice cream let out a scream
can you picture this dig if you will a courtyard oceans of violets of blue
mark the one who is willing to explore from the case onto so much more
pure Lenox tapestry much nice for two in dinner you see;
casuality across the ancient catastrophe
through fingers both willing to achieve,
through the chord of Page & Plant...
is it out of pure coicidence,
shower to lay a hold of the sign
Signs, signs & everywhere is signs...
taste the Nectar as it grows
Hearken onto remote control people all around
pray tell help me in cosmic make believe
In the still of the night
Without daylight to interfere
I recognize the nightfall's clearly
As the moon sets up the temperament
Playing music delicate and low
While sentiment fills the air
I can't resist the urge to feel stirred
The exact second you draw close
You submit to my grasp
While candles flick their fire
What's more, the smell of sweet scent
Appears to make my desire crazy
As l investigate your eyes
I run my fingers through your hair
I taste the pleasantness of your neck
As I snack at your ear
I at that point murmur encouraging statements
As you answer me with a moan
In an exceptionally sexy way
Your sweet body wakes up
You are the warmth of my longing
As we gradually undress together
I at that point start to lay you down
While you invite my touch
With your tasty hot bends
You have a taste I can't help it
What's more, your bosom show a few reaction
At the point when I contact them with a kiss
As I douse inside your adoration
To a provocative frozen love condition
Feeling interests begin to rise
While having intercourse in all positions
You give me so much delight
For bliss is here
With you wrapped inside my arms
For the frozen love we share
Presently, nobody can approach
To this affection that we move
For no one but you can fill this delight
And, also the warmth of my desire....
Seeing their hustle is dorsal and prismatic,
Smoking and drinking acclimated with optimistic,
Trading on drugs for survival...Baron my title,
Yield to my subjects,
Robbed billonaires of their earthly mantle,
High at sects,
Placing daily bread on candle,
Caring for windows,orphans and homeless,
Lives don't need to be in grant of being wretched and contrite,
Draw close to that fight,
Prospective responsibility to nurture and raise them from the scratch,
Satisfied with words alone not gonna render delight,
Sharing bread with the starving kalibres is our badge,
Rough and uncomfortable will their pillow be to the rich,
In their weep.....it's a deal,
In their shoes,....will see what is behind the snitch,
Seasons in the sun,...our time and their meal,
Suicide may be a remedy at the long run,
Answer you are buh don't know,
Alienating heroes and heroines of tomorrow's new world in ages,
Their future filmed in a burning snow,
Aristocrats to be!
Not watched clearly though,
Author their today as history and inspire we,
Not the end of their life,no matter how much they sow,
Appearance not accountable,wish to deprive win,
Hard work to even cover their dreams,....but will yours be uncovered?
Little is a saving substance,...why stay as dead,
Alive in them as Love,and in God with faith paired.