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Every few weeks he would move
from one rented room to another.
He and his tartan suitcase
would travel one stop
on the London Underground
to find a corner shop.
Corner shops
were where elephants went
to find advertisements for lodgings.
The city had many corners.
Nowadays If you do not fit
the regulatory norms
you will be asked to report
to a rehabilitation center.
A therapy plan will be devised
or you will have to join the circus.
In those days
if you carried a tartan bag
and kept moving,
people assumed you were selling something.
People always need something,
back then they were quite specific;
they wanted mouse traps.
Now they want more powerful mice.
After a few weeks in rented rooms
the landlord would grow suspicious.
Life would become difficult.
There always has been prejudice
against the not small.
Then the elephant in the room
would pack his soft suitcase
and leave.
The elephant in the room went out for a drive,
creating a scene in the scenic coastal town.
Large as a barge, roaming the hills and the valleys.
It was a bumpy road, mammoth and metastatic.
It was like letting the bees out of the honey hive.
Oh what the historic and stately place was shown.
Not normally seen, the victim from the alleys.
Causing accidents - it was briefly traumatic.
The elephant’s ride was towed and does now sit
out of sight. For his hide and tusk, it was quite a blow.
The elephant in the room, it was his last shot.
The affluent paid attention - for a time, it was quite dramatic.
By droves, as tanker-ton came through, they came out to see
the gray and stormy, with trunks and tusks, migrating.
His travails and luggage, his need for snacks, a barge -
the elephant in the room, they’d not allow a visit.
10/20/2022
end rhymes first two verses (drive, hive)
verse 3 rhymes with first words in verse 2 (sit, it)
with one exception.
verse 4 rhymes with first words in verse 1 (see, the)
You have spent a decade and a half in a foreign land looking for something that you couldn’t understand; you have worn the vest and the gown and use the weak to spread rumours in the street.
And when the day is done you walk around the town looking for someone to give you a dead crown, and the elephant in the room knows the in’s and out is laughing at you and kissing the dirty shoe.
Look around the bend and listen to your old friend the man in the suit is dating the woman that has a hundred pair of shoe, he got married five times and his pregnant wife is living a double life.
He has a town house and country house and a flat in a far away land for entertainment and sordid pleasure.
His children are unique and you will never find them in the street, they have studied at the highest level and they know the family business from top to bottom and how to please the disgruntled customers.
He is known as the man that marries five times with a label and a bottle of wine.
Do you want to know the naked truth? just observe the youth, look how they flex and listen to their speech when they are roaming the street.
Look at the strange walk and how they move after dark they are telling you something when they move in the strange rhythm.
And when they buy the box food just observe their mood, look how they eat and how they fling the bone in the street, you have got to know the truth and don’t be deceived
Look around and tell me what you see ,the sun is radiating a strange type of energy, the heat is burning the sole of her feet, and musical train on the line is speeding at a hundred and seventy miles per hour penetrating the dead man’s sorrow.
It is the naked truth that gave birth to time and the mystery that is carved inside is divine and will lead you to your heart’s desire. The naked truth is wrapped up in your youth search deep inside for it and you will find it.
Conception : bloodline memory, generational sin, twisted inheritance : whispers ,”you can’t choose, you won’t win,”.
Facing internal overflow, remains too high a goal , what is sown will surely grow.
Generations of people failing connect to correct what has happened; unfortunately will now become what is.
Self hate solidifies the ick, that eats the body from within. That elephant in the room, slowly begins to suffocates Gods knit together creation .
A babe born, a family riddled with chains unbroken: symptoms and signs slow and hidden,
such as a whiny child with unkept hair, with a restlessness , with desperate cries for attention.
This is not a child’s load to bare .
Disease lurks and feeds off of parental avoidance of their own adolescent despair.
DNA limitations and generational sin, oozes under layers of tissue, bone and skin. Producing generations of cancer, diabetes, depression al etched deep within.
Red flag warning: This is how it is , this how it’s been.
Genetically Hardwired to deceive , as the previous generations suffered immoral consequences, justifications and disease: all caused by generations of sin.
Bolstering belief that this family bloodline was created from sin.
Children are born and are meant to be essential,
Instead the light in their soul is dimmed
they have no idea that they hold unlimited God given potential.
Without someone to say, enough is enough,
This has to stop ,
the silent killer will continue with this notion
That No one in this family has any right to healthy promotion
Generational sin has been well camouflaged
Throughout the years of established wrongs and settled acceptance .
A routine life that consists of mediocre song and dance.
Don’t be fooled by this , you don’t have to remain in that dark grip,
you don’t have to accept what your parents and grandparents thought and did. Turn around and face your inner demons ,
Imposed limitations and generational sins
And say, “ I’m done, no more living this way, I’m gonna win, and overcome what my past generations have settled with, silently accepted sin. “
Eleven years since we first met
Not an ounce of regret
We met online and chatted for a while
Everyday you made me smile
There was a big elephant in the room
A big lie I had to assume
Every excuse not to meet me in person
You either weren’t serious or weren’t certain
I am 5 years your junior, was this it
Unsure if I was too immature to commit
Or you had someone else keeping you warm
No way was I going to enter that storm
I wasn’t there to play game
I was your first choice not just a name
So I went silent for a month or two
Walking away from something so true
Two months of loneliness and pain
Being enveloped by the cold and rain
Depression grabbing and tugging from every angle
My head full of shame and mangle
As time passes the fog in the mind clears
I thought about her day after day shedding tears
Was my reasoning everything as it seems
Did I blow what could of been a dream
A text is what it took, an apology
Maybe it was meant to be, just biology
Two lost souls searching for destiny
Just sharing feelings no money
The truth finally came out about the excuses
A job, their disfunction, their abuses
The took adverse of her good nature
She didn’t realise she was far greater
They were due a legal inspection
They were negligent and needed protection
She worked all hours to save their skin
Put her life on hold so they could win
If only they treated with decency after that
Promoted then sent in to combat
Sexism and discrimination ran rampant
All they could offer was harassment
She finally decided to meet me one weekend
Both of us knew there was no need to pretend
It was love from the very beginning
Spent the weekend dating and grinning
Every second so precious and so much fun
We knew our real lives had begun
The weekend was soon over
Something we should go again moreover
The following weekend was when I was back
Realising I want to stay there and not pack
I feel deeply for my love
Knew that she was the one and needed a shove
One incident at work was all it took
For me to move in and and be on the hook
All it took was twenty one days
No need again to part ways
So to you my love
I will always put your wants and needs above
You and I are forever soulmates
And I will love and respect you, it was always fate
Let's address the elephant in the room
A coward in power who could care less if we're doomed
A man of trust, more like a man of disgust
Who decided to give this liar a crown & push him to higher grounds, man enough is enough it's time we take a stand & call this man on his bluff
Our so called Idol is idle, full of shame & denial
Disregarded the poor then started a war saying it's for our survival which we know is a lie though because in reality we know he's just trying to hide his name which is tied to these claims that his bestie Jeffrey Epstein maintained in his files
The man's a creep let's face it, we can start with the basics Like him being a full blown racist full of hatred
Or the fact he's a man with no plan, out of touch with reality, lost deep in the matrix
On top of all that now there's leaks he's a rapist
Now he can't sleep at night, he hates it & refuses to face it
But let him tell it he claims they are jealous & it's nothing more than tasteless statements that are baseless
True to his sin, purely off bluffing he clearly started a war for nothing & us the people will suffer for that
Once again due to his actions & his lust for evil even he knows he's got to cover his tracks
Senses our dissatisfaction because we all know he's lying so again he supplies us another distraction in hopes it will cover his a-s-s before they uncover the facts
Figures if he can hide the proof then how can they provide the truth if within the files they choose to release they do it piece by piece, buying time to hide the crimes, only giving us the redactions with all original facts smothered in black
Just more lies & once again we're caught up in another one of his traps, a lapse in judgement followed by a sudden collapse but they say it's nothing relax
Of course I could do nothing & stand back like the others who are under his wrath & act like I understand this hate that he's hatched
But in doing the math the numbers don't match
We were once a land feared making other nations stand clear, believe it or not once upon a time we were a nation unmatched.
Through the corner of my eye I see the bride and the groom,
Slowly our corneas make contact I'm the elephant in the room.
A drunken night.
Sex combined with spite.
Makes a tainted marriage,
a fractured life.
"Speak now" said the priest, "or forever hold your peace."
The best man raised his hand and dropped to one knee.
"I can't let you take what is mine, I fell in love with her first
to me she's more than a bride. She's what keeps my hearts beating, she's whats make the sunshine, the air keeping me breathing"
The woman dressed in white looked down than looked right,
at the man dressed in regret, the man with green eyes.
Please heal the disease,
I'm down on my knees,
Connecting with the energies,
Tuning into the entity,
Stepping inside to see,
Its molecular activities,
Chasing the electricity,
The energy full of negativity,
Help me better who I can be,
So we can end the misery,
It's not a mystery,
Clear away the history,
Factory reset,
NOW is all we get,
Set your sights high,
Pry away old layers,
Shy away from old behavior,
Be the savior to yourself,
The elephant in the room,
It's waiting to bloom,
To be groomed,
Consuming the light,
Ending the fight,
Crumbling in the night,
The goal is in sight,
I'm right on track,
Taking my power back,
Practicing how i please,
The body healing from dis-ease.
Welcome
to the age of the bully boys
pulling little girls curls and stealing others toys
unraveling the flag as it unfurls of a nation divided
shouting louder and defiant babblery so misguided
posturing without intelligible commentary
while the rights and needs of the people are ancillary
cut and bleeding like on open heart's coronary;
a time of liars and deniers, deflectors and excusers
speculation on heroes, the winners and the losers
a pause of common sense and courtesy adversary
a forgotten loss of once-great American constabulary;
an excuse for mistakes made by behooves
by the shakers and the non-political movers
the baby boomers of the sixties dream once a plenty
now, without memory of the changes of the century;
tell me what you'll say
when comes your children's day
and the question they will ask
where did you stand in the past?
Did you stand for freedom or walk the party lines
tell what purposeful intrigue did you find?
was it only the loudest voice, the elephant in the room
taking honesty and silence permitting America to doom?
Step aside bully boys, American dreams are still here
and the people's voice grows louder, every day more clear
justice, freedom and equality for all
make a choice, it's your last call.
Into a room full of opaque faces
Chattering like birds during a morning breeze
Carelessly going about their paces
Intertwined like firm rope, strength in the numbers
An aura of unspoken feelings above my head
The elephant in the room that no one says
When they look at me they think that I'm dead
A pale white ghost that has nothing to speak
To be unseen and looked over with a sense of pity
The story that's behind explained when away
All alone in the most crowded of cities
Invisible in the masses and the cliques
When the singing of voices is brought to a halt
As soon as I sit down when invited by the host
The silence that falls over speaks as my fault
About the nature which my presence is perceived
My name is scarred, my name is psychotic, my name is PTSD.
My name is abused, my name is raped and forsaken
Where I go darkness follows behind in my stead
Unspoken things that sit heavy in an open room