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Sparks explode on piercing skies, to drown upon a basement of grass.
An uzi and more cannons so keenly edged glimmer bright--
soon, real soon the red of blood will run dry.
City folks' imprints fade to dust where
oppression sets sail on a once quiet land,
time gnawing urgent prayers to mumbled speech;
an end to goodness that's divinely human.
Then, a simple wish, a dream. A reality?
A wish for harmony marked long ago
still unmet , unfulfilled while bodies pile
on layered sheets fresh and damp.
So how do we know the why from which
of this endless conflict?
But pain comes and goes hat in hand,
sometimes,
victims beg for sudden death right on hallowed mud.
Sometimes, anguish hits so desperately hard , forgetting to skip a beat ,
as more sparks blare, rat-tat- tat--
until God only knows what when forgiveness of all wounds should heal ...
Under siege, on wishes never granted,
do men persist on fighting the evil this violence wields?
'lasting for a very short time':
You went to a college,
graduated in flying colours.
Was drunk with the vapour
of distinction
In the higher level's age.
Knowledge was your cage.
Even you obtained certificates.
But death pursued your breath:
Bethroted to Ephemeral.
Groomed by the best clown,
elating glottis,scolding eyes.
Gone to river of rivers
to fetch.
Caught sharks,whales and leviathan.
But health got you tied:
Bethroted of ephemeral.
1)Education is ephemeral(though proving he's a sage.)
Profession and his wife are ephemeral(though boasting around wealth).
Sickness is ephemeral(though often scaring away health.)
All strive to stay,
But they would not stay.
Drown in the dread
of unseen phenonmenons.
Ephemerality is not all those things up there:
It's you:
Even you that doesn't know who you're,
You that gets intimidated easily,
For you'll last but for a very short time.
"Life will not give you what's right,if you're mute."
EPHEMERALITY!
17:1:12:14:17
Written in the Honour of my dear friend: Robert M Smith
I slowly fade away, like a candle melting under the weight of time,
My world collapses around me like a house of cards struck by the wind,
I need an outstretched hand to help me bear the overwhelming pain,
To soothe my soul tormented by waves of sadness that drown me in silence.
I drown in an ocean of pain, and my false smile is a mask worn daily,
I seek a hand to pull me out of this dark place that holds me prisoner,
I wither like a dying flame, and my voice is barely heard anymore,
I am scared and alone, succumbing to the darkness wrapping around me like a cloak.
I slip away from the light, my last breaths lost in eternity,
Maybe someone will see my pain and save me before I disappear completely,
Like an echo of a soul crying in silence, asking for help from beyond the shadows,
And maybe tomorrow, at dawn, I will find a ray of hope showing me the way to the light.
In these moments of turmoil, I await a miracle, a sign of divine mercy,
To bring me back from the abyss, to restore my courage to fight the inner demons,
And to remind me that every end can be a new beginning in the story of life,
A story written with tears and hopes, but also with the desire to never give up.
WORSE THAN DOGS
Mi step off di docks, salt burn in mi chest,
Suit sharp-press, hope pin to mi vest.
Windrush blood, calypso fire,
Dreams of gold — meet cold barbed wire.
“Welcome,” dem sneer wid a crooked grin,
Door slam shut — all ‘cause a mi skin.
Signs in window cut like knives:
NO BLACKS. NO DOGS. NO IRISH. — lives.
But truth cut deeper, raw, obscene —
Even dogs run free while mi stay unseen.
Scrubbin’ street in polished shoes,
Three shift deep — still bound fi lose.
Every glare a wound, each word a blade,
Dreams turn dust in di land mi prayed.
Culture muffled in council flats,
Reggae silenced by police wid bats.
Steelpan cry drown in riot smoke,
Carnival dreams as di hatred spoke.
Notting Hill burnin’, fists in di night,
Caribbean heart hold firm in di fight.
“Back to yuh island!” di cowards spat,
But we build Brixton — and we fight back.
Pickney hungry, madda pray,
Fadda beaten, future fray.
Sirens scream where hope lie dead,
Molotov skies rain brown and red.
Law twist truth, street betray,
Black life hunted, night and day.
Dem call mi “savage,” spit “go home,”
Yet tek mi labour, skin and bone.
Caribbean soul in a British frost,
Build dis land — still count as lost.
Worse than dogs — mi bear di blame,
Judge by shade, not soul, not flame.
But still mi rise, unbowed, unbent,
Back unbroken, life well-spent.
Through cracked brown knuckles, through nights of screams,
Mi forge new world from shattered dreams.
Roots run deep in London clay,
Though hate try hard fi burn dem away.
Hear di steelpan — we nah forget.
Hear di fire — it burnin’ yet.
From Windrush decks to Brixton lanes,
Notting Hill flames to blood-red chains.
Shout it loud, mek di world nuh sleep:
No sin but skin — and di roots run deep.
PART 4
Can my love for be so strong ?, that it weakens one’s resolve to have a healthy soul, a strong spirit, weakens one’s instinct for survival. Why is it ?, that I seem unable to mold a key / keys from all the material provided, in order to unlock the doors of love’s cage, of love’s prison that have encased my heart for so long. Locked in this cage !, my heart continues to beat strong , drumming out tunes so positive, so pure, trying to drown out all the negative sounds that pound down, that surround this tired old soul, who truly wants to let go .
Can the back beat ?, all this ladies negativity towards me, be a true sound ?, or is it waves of camouflage ?, a veil of beams behind which – consciously or subconsciously – she can hide, feel safe, behind which she can avoid any involvement, any commitment, where she can keep me at arms length yet keep me close enough to comfort until another, more suitable man – a paramour – comes along ?
men used to send love letters from war, but ok now they'll feed you bread-crumbs of attention each day, while you remain caught in a cage built of lies, disguised as love.
some people often ask, “how far will you go for love?” but would the distance, be it metres, kilometres or even light years, matter enough? when you find them right next to you, holding your hand, promising to never let go, even if your whole sky is set ablaze;
would he steal the ‘crimson-orangish’ hue of the flames from your burning sky and paint a beautiful sunset on that burnt canvas?
would he switch roles often, sometimes to be your partner in crime, sneaking in your favourite ice cream while the other times, being the calm to your chaos, slow-dancing with you beneath an imaginary drizzle at 3 am like no one's watching?
would he be the one you run to when you're too broken to stand your ground? i hope he holds you in his arms, not to devour, but to dissolve you in it till the two ‘love muscles’ beat in sync with each other, while your breath entangles together swaying like the blue flame of your favourite lavender scented candle or like two shy teenagers dancing at prom for the first time?
skip the talking stage, let's merge souls till we drown deep into each other's eyes that ‘returning would be as tedious as going over’ and the distance between us would become irrelevant.
so, tell me, “how far will you go for love, or would you never leave at all and stay by my side forever?”
how did i even get here
through what maze
or what enchantment
now caught in quicksand
surely to be swallowed whole
sinking to a certain death
yet still...
the words simply
will not rise
though they may be
my only salvation
my heart in my throat
up against its door
heavily bolted
no sound comes
no cry for help
as if suspended
in virtual animation
slowly sinking
down
down
to my death
must i drown
in this dreadful
sea of silence
AP: 1st place 2022, 2nd place 2022
Submitted on February 4, 2022 for contest A STRAND (1066) sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 1ST
My Prayer Of Ask
Lead us- Dear Father Guide us over great Jehovah from our barren lands
We ask you, Lord, to lead us and keep us sane far from the legion of darkness thick and gross hands.
Build up our minds Our hearts, and our habits to a planned path of love given.
Our weakness oppression destruction we cried and cry for our thoughts to bow down to the soul birth that we came here with inside the womb of life making the purpose the reason very clear love tone straight journey home our desires be far from obsessions. save us!
Protect us from Beliah's movements in the world's great wounds of sacrifices made to destroy one another as a ritual to kill steal sift to destroy our brain membrane in his part in Earth's Atmosphere!
From Lucifer's air of false allusions false heavens and false faces back to generations his desire to sift us as wheat in every emotion.
From Satan,s Hellfire gates of hell never let it prevail against us
Please give us the keys to the kingdom!
From Leviathan's waters that live to drown the soul in high waters for fun. Let you my Father deal with him!
From now and forever lead! Guide built up the Secret Places we Own never leave us on the island of Depression alone in the backstreets of loneliness as we walk through the valley our shadow of death help not to fear no evil for you are with us all the way your rod and your staff it comforts us from all harm save us from our self for many were called but few are chosen.
We carefully give you our love and praise forever and beyond the Seven Heavens to the Throne of Grace your love is an intoxicated mystery to unfold
as it is in heaven so is it on earth today for me am always enduring my hurt my pains flow and drip a sea of bloody tears bloody cruel pain but no one can really see this or seem to understand for all of us wear a silly smiley face mask called my body flesh and my laughter my tears wipe away when love can twin our flame but this one thing for sure goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life and I will dwell in the house of the Lords forever Amen!
On this mountain of doubting they call life
down and out they call it strife
Stress compressing slows your stride
Hope breaks off but Brexit tied
Everyday a new begin
stop the mental lockdown
Everyday your hair goes thin
unable to turn it around
You didn’t aim for this direction
You were success bound
Now in pain and complications
down down until you drown
Ambitious once determined as hell
cockiness to get the crown
Now down and out seem to prevail
In shock rushing to the ground
When you’re dead you’re down
all this just a memory
pick your head up turn it around
make sure they remember thee
while your living lungs are breathing
while you’re feeling down and beaten
While you're hopeless lost and needing
in your hands if you’re believing
No one else can stop you bleeding
defeat’s defeat start conceding
fix the creak once fixed be seeking
In your hands if you’re believing
do you think legends had it easy
stories you hear oh so pleasing
not on knees stuck still freezing
within their hands they were believing
You can achieve anything if you set your mind to it
Marty McFly said on his time travel trip
You can achieve anything if you set your mind to it
Not time travel though don’t be thick
It’s in your hands if you believe
a Journey Don’t Stop Believing
It’s in your hands if you’re believing
Believe as long as you are breathing
Damp evening wanes over the hills
To trail away, so far from sight
My burnt eyes watch a hollowed dusk
Evanescing into the night :
Our deep affection takes a leave
For it’s wartime… and off you go,
While petals drop their silhouettes
Against ache of hours’ afterglow.
My raking breath withdraws from me,
Like raked twilight’s painful behest
When nothing but our love endures;
As seasons drown this empty nest…
TILL your lively voice peals to call,
Igniting wait of ardor's sway--
How immeasurable rapture
Greets evensong and fate, halfway!
~*~
10/1/2017
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