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Governments have no clue about real life.;
they do not want one.
Fear and greed, drive governments
and it is the fool who believes,
that he can hide from reality.
Reality comes in cycles,
rolling along like a boulder down a mountain;
at some point, every power is crushed out.
When the boulder gathers enough momentum,
it needs no specific place to land.
Those in the way of growth,
who do not allow freedom to grow,
must inevitably fail.
It’s a shame that prophets,
are never recognized, in their own time.
Recognizing prophecy; eradicates stagnation.
A simple idea; a seed in the fertile soil,
of human imagination,
gives birth to prophecy.
Some good; some bad; it will all come.
Just because the prophet dies,
doesn’t mean, that their prophecies won’t manifest.
When all squabbles and wars shall cease
As for the complete world, we will create peace
Individuals ought to be more socially adept,
not scolding one another for being incorrect.
Contemplation involves ample guidance,
and eradicates our pretentious contrivance
We might also switch the soul's floodgate
Recognizing that we harvest what we create.
War arises as a struggle for power and land
People at times just need a helping hand
Avoid self-interest and under-mount sinks,
And pleading for humanity to peace winks.
Kindred children are resilient and vitreous
Loss of candor led them to become igneous
We might limit our focus to pursuing peace,
Our voice ought to reflect love, not decease.
My spiritual self serves as my divine guide,
Seeking understanding is a process inside
I buried my treasured self hidden within,
where it will be safe against earthly sin.
I place my trust and faith in the Lord above,
Who has convinced me of the eternity of love?
and perseverance that leaves doubts behind,
I aim to induce peace by myself, but inside.
We should all aspire to coexist in peace,
People suffer when there is such a decrease
because it is profoundly ingrained inside,
With our peace, we are inextricably tied.
Written: January 29, 2023
Finding Peace Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh
Basking in the sunlight
In a field of flowers
A peaceful look in her
She looks up to the sky
And realises how much she loves life
This is all she wanted
In a world that eradicates through hatred
In this moment She felt grounded
Listening to the sounds of nature
She lost a lot of her family
To police brutality
As the sun shone down on her
She could feel their love kiss her
She often felt herself being guilty
For choosing to keep on living
But this little treasured moment
Filled her soul
With love, hope and purpose
She took out her journal
Her words, her motivation
To get justice for her people
She wouldn't waste time wallowing
When the world needed fixing
She looked up to the sky
One last time
A smile on her face
A fire in her eyes
And a glow from the sun rays
Entrusting her with an energy
That can't be tamed
The world would know their names
Her passion overrides their hate
She would make sure the world would pay
For their crimes committed throughout history
She would put them in the spotlight
Strip them of their dignity
Rid them of their ego
And when there is nothing left to take
She would give the people a show
Make an example out of the oppressors
To make sure the public would know
What happens When you mess with black people
Crow's claws carrion campy carping
nsync nocturnal teenage mutant ninja turtles
analogous to scuttling
(think) browed beastie boys scarab beetle
brandishing sharp small scabbard swords
delightedly digging daggers deep
into deadened prey
rotting roadkill repulsively reeking
formerly (mere moments ago) once
fancy free and footloose
happy go lucky creatures
perhaps instinctively squirreling away
scarce winter rations
animals oblivious to danger
(i.e. despite matter of fact
courteous attentive driver)
former obviously caught within headlights
(high beams blinding) crosshairs
deerly beloved critters
natural longevity instantaneously doomed
unsightly splayed internal guts
displeasure welling up
against... me long time
licensed vehicular operator
(within keystone state – Pennsylvania)
loathes unintentionally destroying
moosed abominable creature
self anointed ingenious species/
genus *****sapiens
debonair bipedal hominid
eradicates, euthanizes, and extinguishes
innocent kickstarting life within blink
ousted arbitrary dint of virtue
smug simian ruler of realm
sowing seeds of her/his destruction,
not necessarily strictly,
cuz she/he unable to brake,
nor swerve away within timely fashion,
but brainstorm gifted
harnessing collective intelligence concoct
weapons of mass destruction
in lockstep with environmental exploitation
dangle the very survival
various and sundry (extensive) precious
living things unbeknownst to them
will soon become extinct
rendering highly radioactive
oblate spheroid leaving not mushroom
except opportunistic trumpeting
donning guise of: parasitic braconidae wasp,
fruit flies, cockroaches and et alia yon
mummichog, scorpions, and Escherichia coli
for jump starting Earth biota.
Are we humans
Not to be mean honestly
We are not humans
How can be that
That that is why
We make
We destroy
We make again
We destroy again
This our self not so human
But we are humans
That's is true
We are humans
Who eradicates others lands and dwellings
Others blood is nothing to us
We love to devour on others agony
That is humans of us
We like to make others miserable and homeless
We like to make others hungry and destitutes
We like to make others to lose their loved ones
What cruel humans we are ?
This is the realm of destruction and creation at a same timeThis is what we humans are ?
We are humans!
We are humans !
This one is for the broken,
hiding behind invisible bruising.
For the forgotten and the ones
who have forgotten us,
like the misunderstood misfits.
Who howl at the moon,
look beyond the stars,
for some form of understanding.
For the one you labeled a weirdo.
Who's life is a cocktail of corruption,
struggling with ignorant co-existence.
For the ones who have lost their voice,
unable to speak unspoken truths,
like the child of stolen innocence.
For the abused, the violated, the humiliated.
Those who chose to run and are still running.
Hope you find a safe haven to call home.
Like the ones who no longer dream,
due to demonic intrusions.
This one is for those who
continue to love ferociously.
Breathing genuinely in a world of
hypocrisy and artificial actions.
Who's hearts are an archive of
old songs, lost in the concept of time.
Their piano keys of darkness and light,
have eroded with each tremor,
but still refuse to sell their emotions.
Preferring an overdose of life
lost in lullabies of rain -
battling against ugliness of adversity.
Their hope eradicates thunder,
emanating clear blue skies -
souls illuminating like a ring of fire.
We all have a purpose, a personal potential,
find it, feel it, be it.
There will always be a mountain,
with wandering wayward winds -
but there are several ways to conquer it -
just believe in the beauty of your being.
We are warriors.
Simple Musing
Silent One
30 November 2020
If slavery was a choice, as some have agreed, then what are we?
If watching your father and mother endure rape or murder was a choice,
Then why do we sit on idle hands, while Trump eradicates our posterity’s opportunities,
As if they were written in sand?
If not being able to read was a choice,
Then why do you go to the PlayStation in a rush
while your library card collects dust?
Even a Ward educates themselves,
Even the eunuch Greyjoy developed the courage to stand against evil.
In the midst of upheaval, one mustn’t look through a straw while planning the future.
The sagacious knows fighting must be eschewed when only death is in thy terms.
Allah heard their suffering, but sometimes the way out is through.
They didn’t endure out of docility or obsequiousness,
But out of discernment and sagacity.
The desolate doesn’t become prosperous by exclaiming tumultuous absurdities,
But by embodying opulent minds.
Go back to the mother, which is the way, and endure the storm,
While being metamorphic in form.
You see, my Kings and Queens,
The only choice they made was to give their posterity a fighting chance,
To gather strength while the usurpers wane and start to underestimate.
We must pick up the quill and write our own fates,
No more brooding or carping about what Donny Thrump is doing.
One man’s decisions determine another man’s life,
As much as a drought challenges the land.
Yet, life, like the Way, will always find a path to flourish,
Forevermore permeating even the harshest conditions.
We must stop talking about what great leaders and men should be,
And become Great Men and Assiduous Leaders.
We were the first great civilization and shall act as such.
Lead with grace,
Strike with prudence,
Read great books that enrich the mind,
Treat each other with unyielding reverence,
Because we each carry a piece of the divine.
I am that I am, and I am my brother's keeper.
Buck off a twenty; should twenty
buckshots mean nineteen too many?
Extinguished abruptly,
with Godspeed so mighty,
effortlessly shattered,
sending molars afar.
So far they say a
shard was found in
the neighbor's yard.
Found someone at the bar.
Didn't want to get in the car.
Pray tell, that didn't get far.
I arrive at the walkway;
I push past a pause, just
I can't stand until
standing right side up,
I saw this rerun show.
Chest cavity. Ghost town captivity
to gesture from behind,
telling, "They were scared."
Startled, so too are we.
Starting up again, approached
closer with a tender voice.
Damn! Blasted fantasy poaching,
encroaching as the situation
abused the determination. In
determination abused, saw
and became amused.
Morals annihilate as
fury eradicates saving grace.
Roof off mouth demonstrates a
desperate need to escape.
Erupting out, fountain snatch;
flung, streamers are strung
about—it's raining.
However, it had ended
before
any ringing got started.
Destroy the annoyance so
they
can bury a face,
not only a body.
At least...
Gradually it internalized.
Taking over it mesmerized.
Initially it demonized.
Intense pressure loomed.
A feeling I was doomed.
Festered a previous wound.
Forgiveness given in confession.
I continue to feel recession,
Wavering on deep depression
.
Harder for me to pardon my part,
Lord I will regain a contrite heart.
I seek conscious correction to start.
Turned its back on fidelity.
Guilt enveloped me.
A dark room developed me.
Creating an orb, so negative.
Becoming photosensitive.
Now totally insensitive.
No light to bear to appease.
No way to encourage ease.
Foreboding thoughts in degrees.
All hope was in the past.
To conceptualize at last.
Options now were vast.
No doubt I handled it wrong.
For conscious correction I long.
Demanding that I remain strong.
Resulting in Sadness and Anxiety,
No chance of achieving piety.
Committed to sheer impropriety.
Remorse brings sadness as I regress.
Learning to look back less.
Experiencing an emptiness.
Spiritually watching the future unfold,
Yields a finer perspective to hold.
A stronger conception of bold.
Conscious correction eradicates sorrow.
Seeking a perception of tomorrow.
From a deep engulfing hollow.
Once sadness is finally alleviated.
It should instigate Anxiety to be fated.
Eventually to become abated.
Clear intellection to lead the way.
Knowing it’s not possible to fix yesterday.
The fortitude to hold anxiety at bay.
A past that should not be foretold.
Anxiety, an emotion that should be controlled.
A nervousness I can furtively withhold.
With the reassurance of calm, I can bask.
Positively conscious correction asserts this task.
In addition, nothing else can I justifiably ask.
I'd give anything today,
Anything to feel that burning fiery love
The kind that'll make any woman swoon,
The kind that portals her straight to the moon
I'd give anything today,
Anything to feel that burning fiery love
The kind that consumed Romeo and Juliet
The kind which blossoms vivacious violet
I'd give anything today,
Anything to feel that burning fiery love
The kind that chars and insulates concurrently
The kind that'll make him hold her unrelentingly
I'd give anything today,
Anything to feel that burning fiery love
The kind that knows neither distance nor time
The kind that chooses her without a crime
I'd give anything today,
Anything to feel that burning fiery love
The kind that eradicates all doubts and fears
The kind that unquestioningly listens and hears
The kind that shows appreciation nomatter how puny
The kind that kisses like death is on its heels
That kind that thaws, strengthens and heals...