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1.
A red helium balloon
I float above myself,
Watch the ritual unfold:
Gather the sharps
Lay them out
Roll up the sleeves
Enfold the world in silence.
Then, with infinite concentration,
The Not-Me begins:
Draw the lines
Open the flesh
Let out the hot red
Pain and Poison;
Inscribe another testament
To survival.
Then the balloon drifts down
Sleeves roll down
The Not-Me steps into the balloon
And floats away,
And I become myself again,
Purged and Whole
Until the next time.
2.
A wraith,
I live on air
Insubstantial as the Winter's mists.
I am colorless
Blank as perfect ice, as cloudless sky
Yet I command all appetites,
Control my ghostly shape
Against all outside assault.
My Will is wind,
Invisible and Absolute.
A reed,
I bend but never break.
I may be fading, fading...
But the steel rod within the mist
Shines true and will not yield.
3.
Peel back the flesh
The flowing flesh,
And see the Void within.
I am large but I am empty,
Hollow as a gourd, a husk.
Tear me and the taut surface
Will collapse upon itself.
I hunger, ever hunger
For the things that fill others up
To keep them satisfied.
And so I eat.
I eat Love, Acceptance, Self-Confidence.
I eat Hate, Loneliness, Rejection.
Ultimately,
I consume myself.
After all,
Who else could stomach
The taste of me?
Angie,
You didn't like the song
Dude played for you
'cause you think it's about a junkie
I was good to you
For nothing
Really
No love interest
No taking advantage
Just a starving artist
Living in your car
I tried to help
Just a human being
Helping another human being
And you helped yourself
To everything
Steaks, tequila, my good whiskey
Even slept in my bed
(After trashing your room)
Left dirty dishes on my night stand
Let your chihuahua pee in my living room
Dysfunctional Goldilocks
Came home to the stink
Dirty dishes piled up
Rotten garbage
An un-flushed toilet
Extremely dysfunctional Goldilocks
Night before I left
C told me you were crazy
Not to let you stay
Thought she just didn't like you
But C was being a friend
She and V were over for dinner
Took her two year old
To use my bathroom
"Did you see this?"
(Guess I missed something after two days
Cleaning your mess)
A light bulb with a straw
Taped to the severed socket-end
(Found that part in the sink with the dirty dishes... odd)
"That's a meth pipe"
(V's had some experience with meth heads)
Sad Goldilocks
"Told you about her."
And I didn't listen to my best friend
I felt sorry for you
Goldilocks
And you don't like your namesake song
Cause it's about a junkie
Now, I think I understand
Saw you in the gulch
Sitting on the sidewalk
As tourists passed by
High as a kite
"Angie
Angie
You can't say (I) never tried."*
* From "Angie" by The Rolling Stones
The youth or adolescence of today coming
from all walks of life will be the future generation.
You are all born with talents, gifts and some knowledge.
Some show these talents, gifts in early and late childhood
and early or maybe even middle adolescence.
However, there are times when these talents and gifts
are not developed for varied reasons, like growing in a
dysfunctional family, poverty, tragedy, loss, peer pressure,
parental control, abusive environment, negative influences,
medical conditions and other circumstances or issues.
No matter what, you are the driver of your life.
Do not be a pedestrian, a mediocre, an ordinary.
Take an extra step by giving your all in everything
you do, you say, you touch to be extra ordinary.
Give your all wholeheartedly, to yourself, your family,
your school work, your work, your friends, your hobbies.
Have faith and believe in you for you have the potential
within you by taking responsibility to know and build
your character and develop your talents and gifts.
Take the extra steps to be resourceful, knowledgeable
in what you do and you will develop passion within you.
When you have a conviction to give your all,
you bring out the best in you and giving your all,
believing in you, being passionate in what you do
will make you confident; give you courage, determination,
unfaltering spirit; find your inner strength and inner drive.
Think, thank and appreciate the people who would
influence, encourage and inspire you and always
show your gratitude for what you have by being kind.
12/12/20 Your Advice To The Youth Poetry Edward Ibeh
My name has spread round the neighborhood
anytime I slip and commit the slightest miscue.
The best news caption to all ears
is when the topic centers on my issue.
Their deadly words causing much pain
as they eat up every tissue.
Refusing me all opportunity to redeem myself
as all I end up doing is argue.
Catching Rebecca red handed,
Oh my best friend, even you!
knowing how she stabs me at the back
despite being attached to her like a glue
condemns me beyond redemption
and leaves me totally in black and blue.
These stories are far from being true
and their effects on me
make me dysfunctional like a statue
When considering the root of this problem
I blame myself for giving them the avenue.
Already knowing in and out of me,
they coin their versions and heavily miscontrue.
But this has got to stop!
Swallowing this mess, is long overdue.
The satisfaction and amusement,
they enjoy and accrue
is what I must face
and ensure they discontinue.
No one can be my saviour
only but I, can come to my own rescue.
I now leave my shell,
facing squarely, those who
are dedicated to my pursue.
Goodness me! The result seems quite easy
as they all hide to my subdue.
Then I realize,
I still have some virtue.
Therefore, no one should dare
treat me in disvalue
until you start walking in my shoe
Nigeria is bleeding
From the incompetence
Of our leaders
Speak up and they'll come for you
But can't go after or come for terrorist
Farmers can't go to farm
Traveling by road in now deadly
Going to church or school
Is now at your own risk.
Nigeria is bleeding
And our leaders are silent
Amidst the shedding
Of innocent blood
Cry for justice everywhere
But ignorance our leaders practice
They always keep us in the dark
Empowering fear and lack
Just to make the people slack and wack.
Nigeria is bleeding
From inflation and more
Insecurity everywhere
While the leaders are secured
The nation is starving
From peace and unity
Due to tribalism
The nation is dysfunctional
How would its inhabitants function now?
There is only co-arising integrity,
integrity unfolds ubiquitously,
omnipresently, health potently
space and time's incarnating potential
inviting
resolving
regenerating multisystemic polyculturing networks
polypathic information webs
embodied network organic
strings of enculturing forming function
waving binomial binary bionic frequencies
toward more interdependent contentment,
less empty-evaporating contentiousness.
Form unfolds content-ment,
well-formed families and communities
avoid dysfunctional toxic content
by grasping its straining stressful mentoring voice
about not only which dispassions to avoid
but also why
and where to reset our pilgrimage rudder's tipping point,
sweet spot Trim Tab,
to comprehend when integrity-aversion overcompensates,
when avoiding karma's grasp
would trend toward our mutually neglectful dis-grace.
Tomorrow,
always tomorrow,
we might avoid competitive gasping
by grasping cooperative aversions to loss and dissonance.
My life gardens yin's integrity
and hunt's yang's universal synergy,
outside and inside
reseeding back
and new seeding forth
across time's life
death boundary loves.
If here now,
then not quite yet there tomorrow
outside memories still incarnating,
forming resonant echoes
as dysfunctional dissonance fades,
decaying and absorbing eternal Now,
make haying while Earth's light shines bravely Here
blending diverse future therapeutic dreams
into permaculture's historic enculturing designs
Patriarchal hunters
embracing matriarchal Eden's
sacred synergetic signs
Of exquisitely imperfect rhyming reasons,
not so much orderly marching
toward unseasonal demise,
climate changing surprise
Woke garden witness
to messy riots of richly soiled drama
hunting quieter sustained joy
Perhaps a predative pilgrimage
but also a more resonant ramble,
resiliently romping through rutting
and sleeping salacious seasons.
There isn’t a true home
No matter where I live
Everywhere feels unknown
Too long to only feel under achieve
I did not choose to become who I am
I only realize along the way
Pushed and push again beyond what can
I only understand and say its okay
Why is each life so limited?
Once again I resent what we teach ourselves
We are our world so prohibited
I rather die alone with my stories in shelves
It’s really hard living in a world with what I know
I have to go on pretending and nodding
In such a dysfunctional world for me to behold
You couldn’t even imagine what my mind is suppressing
I need a place I can call home
An owned space I might just attain and achieve
Simply a place to call my own
A place to die alone after I live
........................
Genre: life
Song: talk show host by Radiohead
P D is VANE everybody.
P D craves fame and popularity.
Probably comes from a very dysfunctional family.
My poor little poet destroyer P D.
PD won't slam woman and do you know why?
She has nothing against women, but P D hates guys.
P D buy guys has most probably been victimized.
So P D just loves slamin men,
again, and again.
It's P D's way of getting even
with all the stupid men
who may have made her a victim.
Slam the hell outta me PD my friend,
if this is truly your reason for being the ongoing champion
in the artful poetry none as SLAM.
Ya need to victimize a male,
look no further. You'll slaughter me every time and never fail.
because you helped me tremendously P D,
and so in return I'll always be there for my little Poet Destroyer, Pd
Oh yes, by the way PD, I've beaten you to the punch and posted for all to read
My sincere message of apology to you for all to read.
There isn't anything about me that I care others see.
So Ha Ha. Beat Ya to it! In ya face PD!
"I really do consider you a very close friend to me, but if you want to cut off ties with me, I'll
understand and not take it personally. If I did offend you PD, I'm very sorry. Most Sincerely,
theKidster, Billy"
Four characters make the fantastic team,
after cosmic rays exposure in the outer space
on an experimental probing mission,
each member acquires unique prodigious abilities.
Fantastic Reed, the leader, a virtuoso scientist
and a shape-shifter intellectual strategist,
his wife Sue, with empowered invisibility weaves
force-fields as formidable defense asset.
Her younger hot-headed brother, Johnny, the human torch,
turns into flame and a blaze in flight.
Reed’s best friend, Ben, the thing, a mutated rock-skinned
superhuman monstrous powerhouse with a tender heart.
The Fantastic Four's adventures involve
exploration of the different spatial aspects,
roaming with fortitude through dimensions,
in the uncharted regions of the universe,
from the Negative Zone to the stellar space,
facing and dealing with cosmic and evil threats,
as a family team, dynamic albeit dysfunctional,
amalgamated by interpersonal relationship and solidarity.
An iconic and long-term segment of Marvel comics,
its impact extending beyond comics into other storylines,
The Fantastic Four are more than superheroes,
they are the first family of the Marvel Universe.