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Achievement, 1 of 2
—Time to share—
I grew up in a slum where the gang members,
at the risk of their lives, fight over their turf.
My lullaby was red and blue warning lights
flickering from dashing squared cars and ambulances,
and my bedtime story was the blow of sirens passing through
the streets and alleys between boarded up abandoned houses
standing in rows here and there.
My mother, though loved me dearly,
happened to be a high school dropout
and single who brought this world to me at her teens.
She was a minimum wage earner, therefore, her life was
nothing but struggles, kept body and soul together in misery
between laid off to employed to laid off, between paycheck to welfare
to paycheck that is thinner than a sheet of paper.
Although under educated, she was a pious woman,
and that is why her keen desire was not her son to follow
the steps of her mistake and suffer like his mother.
Her wish was to raise her only child to be a decent citizen
with a noble profession and thereby add some value to the community,
return some good things to the society.
Apart from mother’s great expectation, however,
I was a disobedient rogue child, a kind of problem kid
on the block when I was a lad. I got into bad company
and led astray by them, was irregular in attendance to a school
and cut classes whenever I felt like.
Until one day I learned of my mother’s tragic death
on the way back home from her work,
she was struck by a stray bullet
in the midst of gang members cross fire.
And I'm looking at new York canvas
Man in the mirror
Big lou Adler
?
Copy print
He teaches desire as illusion in anger
Next day air
In the lonely night
Without a lonely write
It's the next day bourbon
Forced regard
Article un, lend, take ribbon
Set type
Articulate
Juliet Society friendly alien
Anime graphic coupe design
Interworx server adlib maintenance up?
Cellular diplexing and atenuation adlib it
On atom photon plan it
Photon up
And back
Illuminate addiction devicing
"Mobile" station "worker"
Involved in grid i.e. infrastructure bands
Desktop publishing rubbish
Good for nor bot Chomsky
demons in illusion anger desire
Sniffy states of adhd
Slow jam design access key level nerd dropout
L.A. Doll
New York Doll anime coupe sign ups
502 bad gateway newswire interupt day
Your bad
Illiterate rebels
Body body body
Who can bear
a trouble of another?
but the ignorant
impose that by leading people to accept their whim and trouble
because that is only what they
can muster to the world
if it is a lie
why, why, why,
why is abortion, stealing and corruption
why, why, why,
why is clash, conflict and war
why, why, why,
why is family problem, cheating and unknown killing
why, why, why,
why is truancy, dropout and illiteracy
why, why, why,
why is selfishness, ego and atheism
if it is a lie
why, why, why,
why is cultism, bribery and tribalism
if it is a lie
why, why, why,
why there is a house
built for prostitution
why, why, why,
why there is a house
built for drinking and gambling
if it is a lie
why, why, why,
why there is a house
built for magic, witchcraft and unknown immolation
if it is a lie
why, why, why,
why there is slavery and colonisation
if it is a lie
why, why, why
why the same trouble marker
will suspect and hang his trouble
to an innocent
I knew something dark
yet it is what is to be
morked through.
Forgive my ignorance
But I will state some facts
I hope you will correct me though
Since we met
We knew little of one another
I even didn’t think I could win your heart due to my joblessness
To be Frank not many women want to be associated with a failure like me
Infact leaving me might be one of the best decisions you ever made in life
Today yes I regret much
Yes I wish I handled things differently
Yes sijui if I can ever face your parents again
But I got a laughable idea
Yes there are many women out there
Most are beautiful maybe even than you
Most are also even endowed with earthly resources
Also some may seem attractive to me as well
But God didn’t choose you for me when He brought us together not knowing this
Yes out there
You have met many men
Majority are mature not like me
Many can drive not armature like me
Others got big dreams and careers like school dropout and small minded like me
To be Frank I got nothing I can mention for you to come back in my arms
Yes maybe you regret making a son with me
Yes maybe am the joke of the year
Yes maybe I even will never meet your requirements as a man
Besides who am I even to ask you back
Grace it’s okay you have moved on
But am the best you can share a secret with
Noone else knows your family as well as I do
Noone knows my family as well as you do
Yes you got your life to live
And me to got mine
But in the middle of all this we got a son
He needs me as much as he needs his mom
Well it’s easy for me to sacrifice my relationships as not much will be list
On your end sijui your decision
But I have decided to be involved in the day to day life of our son
You to have your choice
......
I am aware of the hate between our 2 families
Am aware that it may never be easy
For us to bring trust to them
But this time am willing to ensure I rebuild you back her
I want to hold your hand as we seek for God’s guidance on this journey of forgiveness
If I asked for a date this is the basis I would lay down for you
Hold my hand as we seek reconciliation both at my family level and at your family level
This is not to bring us together once more
But to ensure our own son grows up knowing peace and love
But if I do see you again in my bed let it be as my wife filled with love
*Please judge me not with harsh words but give me a chance to explain my stand*
I was broken and lost,
Always been smart
but the vision got tossed.
Led astray
Now I’m back call it my new start, new day.
I craft code, make pages on the web,
Facial recognition, AI in my head.
Shopify stores, I’m the master, no lie,
Movie databases, bots that reply.
Cloud hosted apps, always online,
But recognition?
Still not mine.
I’m worth six figures, 100K a year,
But no one sees me I just disappear.
Is it my name?
Is that why doors close?
I know the frameworks Vue, Laravel, let’s go.
PHP, Python, I breathe in the scripts,
JavaScript magic in every commit.
Been applying for months… now it’s two years,
Still no open doors just doubt and fears.
My résumé’s sharp a killer, for real,
But it feels like I’m caged, denied the deal.
Non-traditional, college dropout,
Took the long road, still trying to climb out.
Illegal work showed up at my door
feels like I’m drifting away,
All this talent still nothing to say?
Is tech all a hoaxed
Who gets in?
The chlorophylls have turned up for the date today
But deep blues of gloom in the green pot of clay
Pink sunshine lips have not kissed them of late
Incessant rain has left the plant saddening
Its friend a little boy works in the roadside tea stall
For want of money he chose to be a school dropout
He is anxious that the growing plant might wither out
Unrelenting monsoon has stopped it from growing
He shifts the green pot under a brightly burning electric lamp
Puts the pot on a bowl of water while softly caressing
The leaves with love opening the door of his lips
With smiling eyes the customers looking
Meanwhile clouds too have made way for the sun
But the boy has taken ill and the doctors say it's dengue
No money for treatment his parents can procure
They keep praying and the poor boy sinking
In spite of sunshine the plant withers again
Flickering flames at the bed cast long shadows
Teachers and Faculty care less and less about students every year
If u aren't the favorite don't expect caring
Ur parents have to bring cookies to the bake sale
Teachers have our children's life in their hands
Take some responsibility
One on one communication goes a long way
Drop knowledge whenever u can
Whether it be elementary, Watson
Or High School High and u don't Lovitz
As Teachers pass kids in hallways and treat them like people u pass on the sidewalk
Unless they r causing trouble
Then they get attention
Positive reinforcement, don't u know!?
Pay them no mind if they r quiet and have a 2.8 GPA or higher
The only time the schools contact parents is if something is wrong
Or if the child met their criteria for acknoledgement
Teaching children used to be a calling
Now it is just a job
Just a young persons misguided career path
Being forced to say what they want to be when they grow up
Our youth has potential if we pay attention
Dropout rates and political red tape
Underpaid teacher and staff
State Lottery does not do what our government said it would do
Lower case because it is not important
State Lottery is supposedly there to help our schools and fix our roads
Yet to see that actually help either situation in Michigan
Other states may be different
In some states a school is a business, Owned by a corporation
Turning a profit
Is being a Teacher actually a Customer Service job?
Small Towns get overlooked as our Youth passes through the interent router
Spoken word is too much effort
A teacher's eyes glued to a screen
Right along with the child they r supposed to be teaching
Children cannot speak for themselves
Parents have the responsibility to be their voice
The voice of the voiceless
Politicians and public relations speak of "we"
There is no "I" in "Team"
Teaching our youth to not be selfish and to share
But if they r only thinking of others who is left to think about them
The coach's team has a winning season
2 kids sit on the bench the whole season
No hopes of actually playing
The "team" wins the Championship
Wearing the same shirt doesn't make u a "team"
When asked why the kids didn't play all season
School said the coach's job was based on wins
If the kids wanted to have more game time, they should be better at the game
Actual Events leading to this piece of literature
Save our Youth
The snake and the Rat
Saturday night Deep the light minds of the night flow
In the pines of trees
In tales of make believe
The funk is in the trunk
Given up on a pseudo memory
Takes a woman to make something beautiful
You cant do it Trump
Change my life before life changes it for me
Freedom's prison
Pirates wont go to church
Can't quit euphoria Can't quit dope
Blind to that fight Friends will make you see
Its that look
Gods celestial dreams
My motive vation won't let me sleep
When I see
A dropout valley
The tops on tree
Collapsing spirits
Strap on to me
Soaring over
See where it all begins
Those 3 letters
Mott gives to us
The cat on the hook
The hook on a rat The king of rat
Is Ra with a T
Silly face looking at me
The window peine
Sitting as
An a embodied likened of real
Looking through this classless tease
A window of sleeze
The cat never left
You cant touch me
I am the real deal
The meow cow
Programmed to be nice
Soon to take over the world
Meow
"Do away with me, Lord!
For I have blown it again!
There's rust on my sword,
There's weakness within.
Who sinks in the Dead Sea?
And drowns with his cross?
I am broken and weary,
I am a total loss!
My life is sucked out,
There's no longer a flow,
I better dropout-
I failed You, I know."
"I see, but hardly agree!
This is how you must grow,
When I prune back the tree,
Its assuring to know!
I sent you a fiery trial,
Exposing your deepest ore,
Rest yourself for awhile,
And be strengthened even more.
In My kingdom you'll see
An east river that flows
From Jerusalem to the Dead Sea,
Transforming as it goes.
Where the Sea is stagnant,
The waters become fresh.
What was once repugnant,
Will satisfy afresh.
I will fill it with fish.
Its banks will provide fruit.
You will eat from My dish!
My wine will Restitute!
It will all be worth it!"
A big part of being my most special favorite-est:
my desire to contemplate her more does persist
I'll write more soon, even if it takes me an hour!
On my fave poetess: St Therese the Little Flower
I'm back online now, reading some of her poetry
They are the type to be savored, so I can't hurry
She's surprisingly bright for a high school dropout
And is now world-famous, without a talent scout!
Everything always made her think of God's Love
(As her many spiritual poems were indicative of)
She didn't attribute power to New Age crystals,
Was a prayer-warrior without a sword or pistols
Her many topics vary; "Variety is the spice of life"
Nature, angels, Joan of Arc; sufferings, and strife
Therese wished she could be heroic, like St. Joan
I wish I could be as hidden as St. Therese, alone:
"Then hid shall be my life, unmarked, unknown,
That I may have Thee heart to heart with me;
For loving souls desire to be alone,
With love, and Thee!*
To write, she had to find some prayer time alone
They often end with rhymes (before RhymeZone)
This one in particular is one that my heart hears
(My PoetrySoup url is "small vase", for starters)!
To live of love, ’tis in my heart to guard
A mighty treasure in a fragile vase.
Weak, weak, am I, O well-beloved Lord!
Nor have I yet an angel’s perfect grace*
I hear ya, girl; that's totally how I feel, Therese
I feel small, fragile; He saves me from distress!
So many long poems, have I even read them all
But a small selection, for me, especially enthrall
Her "To Scatter Flowers" makes me do just that
Sneakily dropping petals is something I excel at
Her story's incomplete without poems elaborating
So in tune was she with the Spirit-- collaborating
*snippets from her poem, TO LIVE OF LOVE