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The crust which formed 4 billion years ago,
Only came at the extinction of the molten,
And the microbial mat fossils keenly found
From 3.48bn years ago, came from graphite!
Over 99% of all known species are extinct,
Vital life is just a specification of yourself,
You will influence others for better or worse,
Life is ours and not god’s to mould or sculpt.
Those who are by you truly most inspired,
Will inevitably become strong, bit like you,
To supersede, to survive in another’s place,
Such that humankind is becoming better.
Speciation by niche events is very beautiful,
It codes life by behaviour and not by speech,
Inherited genes are based on action, deed,
Rather than on religious articulations devious.
Mass extinction is not normal, ending comes
To every species of any kind in every society:
Up to half of today’s plant and animal species,
Will be extinct by 2100 without question, doubt.
Death is ok, universal, and happens to us all,
It’s normal, and from it comes something good:
From death’s non-entity, speciation happens,
Which allows life’s structures to flow vibrantly.
Evolution does not exclude anyone, no one,
Not the week, not the disabled, not a starfish,
Every individual’s struggle and pride matter,
And the fit, moral, are modelled and mimicked.
x Once, one Incisive
Life went forth in
steadfast quest to
challenge both
prevailing laws
and social norms
that required all
strictly conform.
Corrupt religious sophistry and callous Rome's supremacy combined to weave
the tapestries of unrelenting tyranny. Defeating both should therefore deed
to Mankind this uplifting creed: exalt freedom and righteousness - exclude all
venal worldliness. Such quest by faith devotedly extolled in ancient prophecy.
The path chosen
though proved
to be a martyr's
tread implicitly.
While we revere
such sacrifice,
that principles
define one's life,
this story seeds
a fertile ground
where fact and
fiction both are
found. Though,
change whereby
might surely be
contained within
this verity: his
gifts of heartfelt
empathy, and also
gracious charity,
as well as moral
decency; Compas-
sion for our frailties.
Yet, praising too the Golden Rule, its promise ever worth renewal.
(Jesus)
Said
Blessed are you who are poor
For the kingdom of God is yours
Blessed are you who are now hungry
For you will be satisfied
Blessed are you who are now weeping
For you will laugh
Blessed are you when people hate you
And when they exclude and insult you
And denounce your name as evil on account of the Son of Man
Rejoice and leap for joy on that day
Behold
Your reward will be great in heaven
For their ancestors treated the prophets in the same way
But woe to you who are rich
For you have received your consolation
But woe to you who are filled now
For you will be hungry
Woe to you who laugh now
For you will grieve and weep
Woe to you when all speak well of you
For their ancestors treated the false prophets in this way
But to you who hear I say
Love your enemies
Do good to those who hate you
Bless those who curse you
Pray for those who mistreat you
To the person
Who strikes you on one cheek
Offer the other one as well
And from the person who takes your cloak
Do not withhold even your tunic
Give to everyone who asks of you
And from the one who takes what is yours do not demand it back
Do to others as you would have them do to you
For if you love those who love you
What credit is that to you
Even sinners love those who love them
And if you do good to those who do good to you
What credit is that to you
Even sinners do the same
If you lend money to those from whom you expect repayment
What credit (is) that to you
Even sinners lend to sinners
And get back the same amount. But rather
Love your enemies and do good to them
And lend expecting nothing back
Then your reward will be great and you will be children of the Most High
For He himself is kind to the ungrateful and the wicked
Be merciful
Just as (also) your Father is merciful [Taken from LK 6:20-36]
Fourteen days...
Ted, what will become of you?
Two weeks back, you were lifted out and rushed
to intensive care, breathing but fitting,
unable to tell us how it felt to
be born with wires, tubes, winking lights and graphs,
monitors for music. No lullaby.
Intensive carers, what will become of Ted?
With your skill, experience, resources,
teamwork, measuring, scanning, recording,
what can you know? Assurance so fragile
to hear, to believe, to hope. Yet we trust
your watching, waiting, providing for Ted.
Eight pounds six gave you a start, Ted, but loss
of blood left your vitality distressed.
Three times you endured a lumbar puncture,
just to exclude the chance of infection,
Now at least you are given Mummy's milk.
Now at last Mum and Dad can cradle you.
Phil and Lorraine, who will Ted be for you?
With the waiting, not knowing, sensitive
to every sign, fearing, hoping with time
to pass at the cot side. Reading aloud
from The Fantastic Mister Fox for Ted
to hear the voice of Dad, and Mum holding.
Rex, big brother, who will Ted be for you?
Hard for you to understand the comings
and goings, greetings and goodbyes; broken
routines, conversations. For you and Ted
we hope and we pray, but how will it be
for you together? Your needs competing.
God, who will Ted become? For him the best
is what you desire. Make us strong that we,
that you can give to overcome the hurt,
and so make whole his infant brain. Uphold
with courage and patience Lorraine and Phil;
may their bond promise peace and life for Ted.
Your footprints are obvious at Christmas time,
In the snow, their size and their angle,
Which puts in the back of your mind,
Where you’ve been, your life’s history and tangle.
Becoming a question to others, prying dads,
After some weeks of that first glance,
Of your private footprints, your silent carriers,
They sit down asking you about your dance.
Different faith, different pathway to tread,
You duck the questions and evade carefully,
The inquisition and their formidable scheme,
To section you into a diluted, disturbed anomaly.
But on that first winter footprint so giving,
You took the opportunity to analyse,
Your whereabouts and your situation,
Successes, failures, and you don’t yourself tease.
Nobody was about, no stares or glares,
Nobody was there to deride or sneeze,
And you don’t tell anyone at home,
Only real friends and olders who please.
They believe in you and have your beliefs,
Not to exclude you or suppress your needs,
To look at you with kindness and affection,
Without preconceived ideas, laws or creeds.
They uphold people as fair and giving,
They include all and locate and care,
They place curtains when there’s shyness,
And converse so as with interests to share.
Snow can be so kind to the mind, tender,
Plucking tunefully at your memory,
So that you can build up your own character,
So that you too won’t be guilty of bigotry.
soft lingering music, one candle burning bright
a happy cheerful fellow, a taunted soul at night
wasteful words are spoken, a waste of human breath
set sail for the bottom of the bottle, i drank myself to death
to be rid of all this anger to be rid of all this pain
t exclude myself from all the world never to be seen again
alas there be just one thing before i slip away
before you rest you head for the night i beg of you to prey
do not prey for my taunted soul it would be a waste of your time
this soul that lie deep inside of me was never really mine
please prey for a pure life one without all the lies
i am a fading shadow i bid you a thousand goodbye
so now we draw to a closure all now has been said
the next time that you see me
im afraid i will be dead
Form:
In this century, we have forgotten to value old age and the wisdom that comes with it,
we worship health, virtual networks, artificial intelligence, and speed,
believing we are kings of life, but in fact, we are blind slaves to unripe desires,
servants of our own lives, as we live in an unfinished dream, a labyrinth of illusions.
The office is not an important step but a target in a futile battle for power,
healthcare costs rise, and people lie silent in beds without thoughts,
we pray for them, but I would prefer to die sooner and with dignity.
I want to leave not as a body but as a person who lived their story with meaning.
If we exclude the wisdom of the elders, we trap ourselves in quick solutions,
we lose ourselves in mundane debts, in business and speed, and remain unhappy,
for the time we have ahead is for memories, reconciliation, and redemption.
It is our choice to follow wisdom or desires, to rediscover our humanity.
Through the flow of my consciousness, I see a path back to roots and forgotten truths,
where time flows gently, like a river that embraces the banks of life with tenderness,
and in this tranquility, I choose to live and die with dignity, as a free soul.
DID I
EXCLUDE YOU
DID I
MAKE YOU FOREIGN AND STRANGE
DID I
EVER MISUSE YOU
AND NEVER GIVE DEFINITION
TO WHAT I SAID
DID I EVER NEGLECT YOU
TURN MY BACK AND WALK AWAY
LISTEN TO WHAT I SAY
BABY DON'T YOU WALK AWAY
OVER INVOLVEMENT FROM OTHER PEOPLE
MAKES ME FEEL STRANGE
KEEP MY NAME OUT YOUR MOUTH
WHEN YOU MOMMA STARTS QUESTIONING THINGS
HALF OF A WHOLE
KEEPS US EQUAL
IT'S THE WAY WE DECIDED TO DO THINGS
WHEN YOUR FAMILY AND FRIENDS COME AROUND
PROMISE ME YOU WON'T CHANGE
DON'T INVOLVE YOUR SELF
IN OTHER PEOPLES STRUGGLE
AND GET ALL UP IN THERE AFFAIRS
TAKE SOME TIME TO THINK
THINGS OVER
SOMETIME I KNEW YOU WISH I WASN'T HERE
I'M YOUR BACKBONE BABY
YOUR MINE TOO
AND AINT SHAME TO SAY
I LOVE YOU
SAME IN FRONT
AND WITHOUT PEOPLE
DON'T NEED FOLK AROUND
CAUSE YA'LL KNOW I FEEL THAT WAY
DON'T UNDERMINE ME
WHEN IT COME TO SOMETHING ELSE
I SUPPORT YOUR EVERY ENDEAVOR
SOMETIMES I NEED
SOME SUPPORT MYSELF
AINT NOTHING WRONG
WITH THE WAY WE DO OUR THING
TREAT YOU LIKE A QUEEN
YOU TREAT ME LIKE A KING
Do you love people?
Really really love them
See them for who they really are
And not what they portrait
Do you love them with all their faults
Or just love them only when they are good?
Do you see a person and can see all their inside -
Who they are and what they are feeling?
God makes us in His image
With all the faculties and capabilities
God makes us just like Him
With all the feelings and emotions
And love
To give to Him and to other human beings
So why do we go about our business
And think the world involves only us
and our mediate family
- exclude everyone else?
Our world - your world and my world
includes all of us
What affects me will affect you
And vice versa
Don't think for a minute that you can be an island
So far remote that nothing can touch ya
What affects me today will affect ya's tomorrow's
Do you see one or do you see all?
Do you know one or do you know all?
It's exclusion or inclusion
It's subtraction or addition
Do you add or do you minus?
It's a choice
Blessing or cursing
Giving or taking
Loving or forsaking
You choose
God did not forsake you
That is why He sent His son to rescue you
Me
We can only do what He does
So do, will ya?
You are not the victim
Stop trying to manipulate the situation
We are all seeing
We are all knowing
We are all loving
Not you
So when we change the narrative
And put your hate in the spotlight
Don't use our discomfort
Our resistance
And our need for justice
As a way to use your tears
To make you the victims
But you won't get our sympathy
Nor our empathy
Your guilt is not our problem
You won't one up us
And we will call your bluff
We have generations of fight in us
You should know this
We have always had to fight for the right to exist
Because of your hatred
So excuse us for not buying it
We have rights and we will not submit
We are not here to coddle your ego
And make you the hero
When your actually the villain
We see right through the bull
That you spew
To manipulate the narrative to suit you
Well you
It takes a special type of evil
To kill us
Enslave us
Falsely incarcerated us
Exclude us
And every horrible thing you did to our ancestors
The when we speak up
You try to silence us
With your tears
Don't ever try and tell us how to feel
Do
Not
Say that we are always playing the race card
When it was you who did that us
So you could own us
And yes everything is about race
Because you made it about race
The foundation of the world is built
Off of the enslavement
Of us
So try and take a hard look in the mirror
Because it was never about us
Being dangerous
Being predators
Being aggressive
Or being a threat
It was about you throwing a tantrum
About how we consistently rose from the ashes
To take back our freedom
You can't stand our intelligence
Our resistance
Our resilience
You can't comprehend
That no matter what we will always love our blackness
So let us ask you a question
Is it because your jealous
No matter the answer
Your racism disgusts us