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When I Give You My Heart…
The love I give to you dear one,
Is love I know belongs to me,
To think that it is yours alone
Is adolescent fantasy.
For if this love weren’t really mine
How could it then be mine to give?
If heart is always True Love’s home,
Without a heart how could I live?
It may not bring you comfort love
And you may never feel secure,
But dreams my heart is only yours,
Reveal a heart that’s immature.
For you to tell me that’s your gift,
Suggests that you’re naïve at best,
For even if you think it’s true,
The emperor is still undressed!*
At least most men aren’t made that way,
Our futures never are for sure.
And pleasures taken while we can
While praying there might be a cure.
A sick child cause our love to end,
Even our jobs drive us apart,
Though no one plans on stuff like this,
It spells disaster for the heart.
A partner that decides they’re gay,
Somehow an accidental death,
The day your spouse does not come home,
The world can take away your breath.
So when I ‘just’ give you my love
Please check your heart to know it’s true
And realize that lover’s chose,
It’s really all that one can do.
A witches spell, a chain of fire
Cannot restrain decay to dust,
A lifetime all we have to live,
Where good days start with hope and trust.
Brian Johnston
August 29, 2014
Poet's Notes:
* ‘The Emperor’s New Clothes’ – A tale by Hans Christian Anderson about two weavers who promise an Emperor a new suit of clothes that is invisible to those unfit for their positions, stupid, or incompetent. When the Emperor parades before his subjects in his new clothes, a child cries out, "But he isn't wearing anything at all!" The tale has been translated into over a hundred languages. From ‘Wikipedia.'
Few go into a relationship with the expectation of love not lasting a lifetime, and yet we all know our relationship too will end, sooner or later, hopefully the latter. The time spent may be quality time or more of a learning experience, usually a mixture of both. But nothing can totally prepare us for the future except to be honest with ourselves and to admit, we are not really in control. That understanding can make things easier for those able to embrace it. Failure may always be failure, but being able and willing to forgive, to love yourself too, is the only path to future happiness in my experience.
I am dreaming the past
Past when KBC was the only station
Each morning started with the anthem of the nation
We had to know your intention
Before saying anything through the station
Each anchor had a level of education
While talent was just an addition
Any deviation
Captured the important attention
Of the head of the nation
Dreaming my past
Is all I want to do last
Streams of dreams I rather forget fast
Like dreams from my father
That choices have consequences
A grammatical sentence that became our sentence
Is every correctly stated statement correct?
This kind that litters my mind
Making me bitter
Tearing my heart into litres of tears
These dreams make me shy
Shy to try mention my name
My name that brings me shame
Shame I cant tame
Cant tame because my mind is lame
Tell me why my kind cant cry
When all I dream are tongues of fire
From gangs on hire
With orders from higher
Higher rot that burns like fire.
Dreaming that I cant have money in my pocket
Without getting something in their jacket
Vampires so scary
Scattered in my neighborhood
Thirsty for the last drop of my blood
Limiting my limitless potential
Potential so essential
For resource mobilization
With equal allocation not hurting expectation
For relocation before suffocation.
Dreams to revitalize my generation
A possible solution for this situation
In transformation of my nation
To grow without corruption
That is like sugar
Sweeter it becomes
And disaster it welcomes
But I dare dreams
Of peaceful elections
An end to preventable infections
Through certified injections
And an education without leakage
As a privilege
For everyone in my village
Laying my head on the pillow
Feels like my heart becomes hollow
From the beams of dreams that follow
Makes me want to jump from the window
And fall on the ground so low
Flickering pain into my bone marrow
Afraid it could happen again on the morrow
What do you see in your dreams?
Streams of dreams that my head cant keep
Make me wish for beams of dreams to turn the leaf
Of people who have a resolve and a belief
That we are better together
And we need each other
Without a bother
Of clannism
Of tribalism
Of racism
But a nation of inclusion
By implementation of all legislation
In word and spirit
Envisioned in our constitution
That beams our dream.
~A Question To The Most High~
Why did you not wipe out Adam and Eve?
And save us the trials that the evil conceive
Why not start your creation anew
Then all this pain and sorrow would be through.
“I gave a perfect man and woman to fill the earth
They threw the gift in my face as if nothing of worth
Tempted away by one traitorous angelic son
But to balance things out I sent my only begotten one.”
Why may I inquire did things go so ill?
“That’s because I gave them this thing called free will.
One Angel up high wanted to take my place
He tempted Adam and Eve by showing his face.”
“He appeared as a snake and promised them all
They were new inexperienced that was their downfall
They did as the young do, never asked advice
They were trapped by their actions in a grip like a vice.”
But God may I ask why did you not act and remove them?
You could have created a new couple and started again.
“This devil, once angel, said man would love me for what I could give
So to prove to the angelic realm I am God, I let them live…”
“I can only prove by stepping aside and letting him try
To turn man from me, I must watch and I must sigh.
My only begotten son Jesus, I sent for a ransom
To balance the perfect life Adam lost, and then some”
“Note this, what I say, my son I did send on that auspicious day
He is not God to whom so many pray.
I am God the father, he is my son,
You can only get to me by directing your prayers through this one”
But God they keep telling us you are a trinity!
“Don’t be foolish I am God alone and I am not three
I have Holy Spirit, I can direct it where I will
I have my first begotten son and my divine spirit still.”
“I am God, God alone ruling heavens and the earth
But I have stepped aside for a while, so the traitor can show his worth
He is the cause, this one they call Devil and Satan
He declared my plan for man, was bad and mistaken.”
“So I am letting him try and before I step back in
I will right all the wrong, and remove all the sin
You will now leave this place and tell all earthling man
Stay faithful and strong and to you do what you can.
Faith the assured expectation of things not seen but will come
Leave, Come no more, my Will, will be done.”
© ~GG~ 27/06/2012
For the contest "Collaboration In The clouds" sponsored by: PD
two wee lads grew up in the same village---
with their houses only a short distance away
they became close friends at an early age
playing the same sports, both learning how to
play an instrument, stumbling through early flirtations with
girls & even pondering their prospective futures---
theirs was an unparalleled bromance.
upon the eve of their high school graduation,
one of the young men decided that he wanted to go to school for
marketing---
he wanted to go to school to study what he thought was a lucrative field
so that he would
sooner than later
be rolling in the benjamins---
because, with mucho benjamins came mucho power
and with mucho power came mucho women---
this all made sense to an 18 year old who had
only one thing on his mind.
the other young man was passionate
he was far too passionate to take on the business world
or to involve himself with anything
lucrative at all---
he took it upon himself to pursue his painting
with a few pit stops in other countries along the way
scrapping & meeting new people
meeting more new people & scrapping further.
and while one idea followed a distinct plan
with a definable conclusion in sight,
the other path functioned without any direction
whatsoever &
the very absence of expectation
during the whole of his travels
made the way of the second young man’s life
seemingly much more interesting than the
first’s.
over the years the two individuals lost touch as things
go---
the first graduated college, began working for a big firm,
got married & moved out to the west coast---
the second went the other direction, overseas,
never rooting anywhere for more than a bit of time.
years went by
as years do,
and in time the marketing man climbed the ladder---
his dwelling grew in size
his brood multiplied
and all seemed well in happytown.
the other, whose legs continued to cross
borders, but whose pockets never really jingled much,
he continued, without expectation.
the man with the big house &
the large family &
the jingling pockets
had planned every step so succinctly
that it seemed nothing could fail,
as each individual part thrived on the
greater monolith,
working together from within---
but at age 40 he was killed in a plane crash
with the rest of his family.
the second man kept on traveling,
he kept on painting &
he continues to
expecting nothing from this life.
I
are you ready to play with words and games of the soul....to bring out the
labyrinth that is within the sacred soul??
w/U absolutely
I can start with chimes of alter mimes within my alter rhyme
ok
a shoot of expectation....uprooting congregation....my own ramification of self
altercation...the way I fan the flame
the utmost juxtapose...the beginning of our game
gimme a word,though even if absurd....and I'll reply in time
YES
gimme a subject, and I'll congregate...verbs and nouns to subjagate...places to
fill with mynd
Love
love entangled, be it obtuse...let's say it's a caboose....of a place we may contain
I'll seclude it to a space, where we can't replace...where there can't be an easy
refrain...
more
gimme more...and I'll abhore more words and junctures to place within...I'm
waiting on a whim...the space I'll call " to win"
one word is all I ask.. and we'll drink upon the flask...together on the clouds...a
placement of feelings, fragments...a war of truth and wills
heart
a heart can only beat itself....like lonely Irish elfs....misunderstanding value...of
which way to go.;...the non = ending ebb and flow...I want to understand where
these feelings come from...
are they derived from lonliness or boredom...in the back room or corridor...a
package of the heart...where do feelings start?:
adjudication and frustration is what I feel constantly....the placement of my
feelings a continual
mystery...
I love the way U write, have I told U that?
am I manic or just a substantial panic - meister....can I ever kick this system in
the ****...thats what I want to observe...
I'm more intense in person...and I don't mean to make tensions worsen...I only
wish to widen the width of this scythe...
I like the way U talk
that is why I keep talking to U
Orphan you poor thing
Orphan you poor thing,
So you are all alone now, no mom, no dad, just you
I know dear, I know that in this point in time life seems meaningless
I know you feel rejected, unwanted,
Could it be because of the people around you?
Orphan you poor thing,
There you are sitting in a dark room all by yourself,
Swimming in a pool of salty water from your eyes
Wishing mommy and daddy were there with you.
You sit there alone, you fear the dark, and you fear the night,
Each night brings you a new terrible reality of nightmares.
Out to hurt you? Out to rip you off you who know? They just might.
Child, you know by now that all that glitters is not gold,
People you thought loved you, will live you out in the cold,
The love they had for you when your parents were still alive,
That love has suddenly grown old,
And like all the old things, the love will vanish into thin air without a trace.
And in no time, they will even forget about you child,
Worry not my dear, weeping only last through the night,
Happiness will come in the morning
Soon you will forget that you too were mourning.
Poor Orphan
When the sun rises, go out there,
See what can do, deal with your fears,
Wipe away those tears,
And see what lies ahead
Use your head
Think, use your brain, use your intelligence,
That my dear is something they will never take away from you.
Poor orphan
You will work hard and build you old legacy
Stop feeling sorry for yourself, hard work surely pays.
When they see fruits of your hard work, they will be in pain,
They will remember all the bad things they said to you, all your hard work wont b in vain
Beyond their expectation, you will be successfully rich,
Then they will call you names, among others, they will say you are a witch.
But worry not child more insults will come, so will more accusations.
They will call you a thief and say you steal,
But worry not child for you will heal.
You will heal from the low self-esteem, low confidence.
Soon you will forgive them because a great future lies ahead
Don’t stop working hard in every possible way
And you will see poor orphan things will go your way.
Remember Poor Orphan, you are not going through this alone
There are millions others going through the same worldwide,
Self-pity won’t help.
Get up and work hard.
Sometimes I’ve wondered – and, yes
I’ve pondered,
Wondering about my Grandpa’s lessons…
He was sometimes so kind, others – so wise,
Yet, whenever I think back, my memory goes blank…
Sadly, when he left this life behind –
Even though we all cried and cried…
He took many of those lessons with him, to the grave,
Where they’ll forever be remembered
As the lost, lonely messages in rhythm
With the melancholy of a moment lost,
A moment gone beyond this world, into forever…
Where I’m sure his dreams have been heard,
And, we can know – with assurance,
That his love is counted as the most brilliant
And beautiful … truth that calms and reassures,…
There, in that marvelous place, heaven - where
Even the angels, no doubt, benefit from his message,
A message brought to life by the knowing…
Of One who gentles even the darkest storms,
One who silences the deadliest doom,
One who abides with us… when we feel so alone!
Yes, it was Him, the very best friend…
Who brought my Grandpa so much love,
So much meaning from up above,
Where he is living with the One who taught him…
To give without expectation,
To provide more than he could presume to gain,
To offer love that would forever remain…
His gift to a world who is filled with so much pain,
A world that is flooded by darkness and sorrow,
A world that needs the blessings of a sincere heart,
A world that is wrong, but a world that God’s Son…
Died to save – from the loneliest grave,
From the darkest doom – from the fear so appalling,
From the flames of hell, where the devil keeps calling…
Those who don’t know Him, the answer to every fear,
The reason that hope is here – the love that comes near…
To those who believe and agree…
Like my Grandpa – to be saved by grace,
Saved through faith – saved…
So that all that remains, is a love that promises hearts –
Forever, eternity, always with the One
Who prevents the world from being lost beyond the promise…
Of a love that silences the darkness,
A love that fulfills the heart,
A love that is forever and always…
Alive in the soul who knows Him as Savior…
Jesus, the light, the way, the maker of today and yesterday
The reason that I can cling to the hope that my Grandpa told me of,
The hope of everlasting peace with the One who created me to believe!
Every few days I watch you leave,
no matter how many tears I shed,
you always walk away and I grieve,
my heart aches with words unsaid.
In the days apart my mind begins to dream ,
thinking of ways to keep you here always,
but how to go about it without seeming mean,
as I pace the darkened passages of my thoughts hallways.
A plan takes form deep within,
its easy they say just lure him with your lust,
the voices constant rhythmic convince me this is no sin,
for this all to work out they say this part is a must.
The night approaches wrapped in expectation,
eagerly awaiting the arrival of my beloved,
everything's in place the voices are placated in admiration,
my betraying hands ready to keep whats mine are gloved.
I greet him with seduction,
embracing his eager body with my lustful grind,
injecting him with my poison following voices instruction,
he falls to the floor deaf dumb blind.
Dragging him to the safety of our cocoon,
away from the world and its prying eyes,
everything has to be perfect in this room,
tightening the bonds on his body as he lies.
Out come my carefully picked instruments glinting brightly,
the ones that will keep my love and I from being apart,
gripping the first saw in my hands so tightly,
the voices urge me on do it for your heart.
He starts to awaken as I am about to begin,
his eyes widen in horror at what he sees,
hush my love the voices tell me this is the only way I will win,
positioning the eager teeth of the saw against his skin he begins his pleas.
First warm splatters of blood splash against my face,
the voices clamor inside urging me on in desperation ,
they drown out his agonized screams with effortless grace,
as shades of white show through ragged flesh I sigh in gratification.
With his limbs tossed aside in a mess of pulp and gore,
I set about removing his hands finger by finger,
its hard to stop now voices urging me on to do more,
at his perfect face I gaze down into his eyes and linger.
To my utter dismay his screams have stopped,
flowing scarlet ribbons ebb from his eyes,
where I had plucked each one as they popped,
the voices are silent as I contemplate his demise..
My love is dead now and gone forever,
but at least he will be with me,
I hum as sewing his body back piece by piece in pleasure,
"together forever" the voices giggle in glee.
I rather watch a kestrel to see
Her swoop and swirl
The skies invisible maze
To feed the inhabitants of her nest
Her milk of gratitude
Morning begins with a bright darkness
And the beckoning beaks for food
There is a wind ruffled mood
Yawing the feathers of the breast
Dawn is a ransom for the truth
Her flight negotiates
The billowing whirlwind
Of dust
Settled in the bowl of expectation
It is the African way.
Courage cannot wear shackles
When the protest comes
This transition
Have shaken superstructures
Not roots, but leaves
Any grafted branch can bear
We did not invent this way
This democracy
Churning chaos out of selfishness
This way of bridging men's hope
This inclusion that is exclusive
This decomposition of old bargaining
Of parables under ancient trees
Strange shifts happen
When we disrobe our cloth
Baring ourselves of familiar primitives
Was not the old ways good enough
Why did we not transform it
While the time was transforming us
Into spectacles
Since we did not want to be invisible still
Will we transform what we
Have borrowed
Into a resemblance of our sense
Of equality, belonging and value?
The base fumbles into sectors
Carved by streets intersecting villages
Divided by self interests
More than any division of our origin
We who came from Jamaica
Barbadoes, Trinidad
And Guyana
Leaving Elmina, Shama, and Sekondi behind
Cattled in the coral that was not pearl
Permitted by a sympathy of the Unites states
Came here forming a new state
Out of forgotten memories
Of lost addresses and broken grief
Of kinship disillusionment
Called this Liberia
Clothing the construction of autonomy
With the identity of freedom.
Is it surprising then this tension
This fractious existence
In a dark forest of genocide
That each sit not well with self as stranger
For this group have no social memory
Beyond the coming of the ships
Until a common bond is forged
From the sorrow of years of fire
To form a new collective identity
Nothing speaks to the deep insecurity
Where there is a need for belonging
Like the suckle of the milking breast
Soft on the flesh of the tongue
With kindness
Telling us our faults
Teaching us to be brothers again
Telling us how to feel the humanity
In our forgotten hearts
Straining to build out of the pain.
The opalescence of the early morning light flows over everything
It touches over ever leaf, every tree, every exposed part of her skin
She stares at the sky as the dawn breaks
It shines brighter and brighter
The dew illuminated with the power of the sun
Everything around buzzes with the recharge of a new day
Everything but her
Volatile thoughts burrow through every cell
Leaving her empty filled only with the brisk sweet air
White knuckle grip on the rusty swing slowly creaking in the breeze
Time stops for a moment as the birds go quiet and the squirrels hold their breath
The silence was deafening so she screams
She screams out every breath she has ever taken-
She screams with every ounce of strength left in her-
She screams out all the sorrows, all the pains, all the contradictions
Gasping relieved from the build of feminine rage
She sobs out the anguish of unrealistic self expectation
She sobs in quiet determination to feel better or at all
She sobs to release the leash wrapped around her heart which keeps her tied to poise
Sighing she breathes deep even breathes of the fresh morning air
In and out
In and out
She breathes in the peaceful calm of the perfect morning
She breathes in self reflection of her beauty
She breathes in lost ideals of enoughness
She breathes out the snide backhanded comments
She breathes out the monstrous detrimental molds that she’ll never fit into
She breathes out the self hatred and regret and loathing
Stilling she looks around for the first time since she laid down and clung hopelessly to the swing
She smiles taking in the pink and purple watercolor sky
She smiles noticing the slight breeze ruffling the viridian leaves
She smiles as the the electric light beams which zap through the tree branches-
They dance around the ground and all over her body in waves
For the first time in a long time she remembers herself
She remembers herself more than just a woman
She remembers herself more than just a sister or a daughter
She remembers herself more than just a friend or a lover
She remembers herself below the depression and angst
She remembers herself as a person internally whole
She had forgotten her inevitable strength
She vows to never forget herself again
Standing in the warmth of the spring sun-
She laughs