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Inspired by "Synth moments"
instrumental.
Green tape instrumentals
record by Evidence of Dilated
Peoples.
Without this! All is... completely
senseless,
Competing myself in search for
enhancement,
Without this! Light dims behind
the eclipse,
Without this! I don't even know
what else there is.
I am! Defined by my own set of
values
Still keep denying the option of
failure
Withstand! Against the odds I
progress
When plot plans don't choose to
settle for less
When a poet writes all around
is illuminated
Would've never traded that
away nothing is greater
Gift granted to develop one
masters in time
Swift to fall these stars ain't the
ones to shine
Word is the strongest as he
goes with it
Moments like that are greatest
achievement
Vocab's not depleted "au
contraire"
Never did stop! Never will!
solemnly swear!
Kickstart frozen heart, blood is
pumping
For the love of this music it's all
or nothing
If a spark dies down that's
something to miss
Without this I don't even know
what else there is
Without this! All is... completely
senseless,
Competing myself in search for
enhancement,
Without this! Light dims behind
the eclipse,
Without this! I don't even know
what else there is.
I stand! Through the hardship,
without complaining
Steadfast with my feet rooted
into the pavement
Barricaded, secure the
perimeter bravely
Hold ground till the very last
threat is eliminated
Chose to go against the force,
stay on course
Geared up & when it's time to
settle the score
Ready for war, if it comes down
to blood shed
One shot neutralizing the
enemy threat
Simple as that - it is, when it all
comes naturally
Sleepless nights to get this far
gradually
When in silence your heart is
the drum
And inside you shine bright like
the ray of the Sun
Thoughts collide, you try to
pick the right words
Feel alive! The muse giving you
the burst!
When it's gone... hands on the
clock freeze
Without this I don't even know
what else there is
Without this! All is... completely
senseless,
Competing myself in search for
enhancement,
Without this! Light dims behind
the eclipse,
Without this! I don't even know
what else there is.
First and foremost is you
Yes you, all parts of you and gratitude as your plus one for a better attitude, as you well know
Better tag on hard to that grounding of yours,
Solid footing firmly planted to the ground,
Mind geared up to solder to them goals
Stay rooted and aligned, this is your time
Stillness betters focus always, so eyes on the prize, it's game on
First for the count is one to love, your own self perfect place to start
Another is one to look forward to, better days to come your motivation
Then there's the one for you to do right now, here this instant
Embrace the present moment sis, don't just sit and watch life sail past you
Day in day out, breath in, breath out, one day at a time
Mind on daily mantra mode: keep head down,nose clean, eyes always glued to the prize
then proceed to hit repeat
one step two steps, no more back and forth
fall only forward if you can, a crawl to the finish line still counts as a win
First one foot back, then one in front
keep it moving, eyes stay glued to the prize
ears shut to the noise, chin up, rise up, shoulders back, left foot, right foot
choices, engage free will, choices, always wise to the choice
This battle yes, that one you let go and watch from the sidelines if you like
Easy does it, slow the pace down, just trust in the process cos this one is timeless
Rein in the need to fill in the void,look inside you, yes inside I said, stay still hold focus, stand still, your truth to be found inside you sis
Put your back into it, marrow to bone, from inside to outside, soon you will make it, you know you can do this,
You got it your magic key, key to the lock, unlock the secrets of self mastery, that's right bout to master the self now, self governance yea, secrets reveled, life on self rule, marching, finally marching to the beat of your own drum, left right, left right
Ears shut to the noise and eyes glued to the prize as always
First one step in, then two steps,chin up, one day at a time
Then proceed to hit repeat!
Form:
It's a war story. One shot... One kill... No guts, No glory...
Out in some country you didnt know existed. Getting ready to know the mission your gathering your throughts but your minds twisted. Captain tells you, your on a sniper mission. He tells you "Get your gear and meet back here so I can explain your explain." Next thing you know your geared up so you won't get spotted, Your rifle loaded and your ready to go. Soon at your location with your friend who was made your eyes, To tell what to look for, Who to kill and when to shoot. In the room of the 22nd floor of an abandoned hotel peeping out the window awaiting instructions while staying unseen, You get your instructions to keep a lookout at the ravine. You await the presence of a masterminded Leader who you know what he looks like and his nickname is Viper. You spot him take your chance and got him. Another bullet from a sniper.
Still trying to stay unseen, You head to the back window and parachute out. Head to the vehicle and attempt a get away before word gets out the Leaders been killes, Then while your thinking we did it, an RPG on the roof top fires hits road aside the jeep and flips over, And all plans before you are spilled. Your knocked out. Your friend calls for back up. You awake hearing gun shots and explosives. Under heavy fire, your squad asking "What do we do Srg.?" Some saying "We're gonna die!" You grab your sniper rifle and gun down the RPG's. The sign of defeat is no longer in sight. Your squad fighting for all your might. Srg. calls in an air strike. Your squad takes cover. Hearing the roaring jets and the sounds of explosions over and over. Your squad gets news the enemy has surrendered and look out only to see smoke and bodies laying everywhere, Headed back home with a victory along with an almost scare. All from another bullet from a sniper.
THE GREAT BATTLESHIP
Once sailed as the lumbering hulks of the high seas
Fierce winds accompanied most of its expedition
Woozy and exhausted crews grappled the oars and crosstrees
With smoothbore and muzzle-loading guns geared up for a mission
The tall vertical spar supporting aloft the white canvas
Stretched out to catch the invisible strength of the wind
The ship’s keel watching the seabed at its vast
Emerged gradually from the water to meet the enemy lines
Whizzing salvo of the battle began off the island
Ships clashed, and soldiers engaged in a fight
Dead bodies slammed and the injured crossed to near land
Hear leaves without figs crushed to the ground
Ship ahoy! Shouted by villagers as they waited eagerly
Slowly ship emerged with the image of heavy wreckage
Wounded and exhausted crews embraced their family
Another saga of brave men printed on book’s page
The plaintive music now played on air
Tattoo beats called soldiers back to barracks
From bow to stern, ships respite from war
A short-lived fashion from majestic into rugs
For chieftains, captains, and crews laid beneath the ocean
Their remains rested in their sunken ship as their grave
Great battleships are now history and ordain
Shipwrecks underneath the sea were untouched and remained a treasure
Let in children’s cry slowly clear the fogs of war
And hail farewell to brave men who once sailed with the great battleship of all times
Posted also in voicesnet.com Poetry Site on 28 September 2009
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We got questions like which militant Black books are the best ones to read, and how many burnt bits of Black knowledge do we need, and how can knowledge of self pay these bills? Are you saying that crap can replace weed and pills?
I crash for spontaneous power naps, then I’m up in the middle of the night, or wee hours of the morning. I grab my pistol and walk
I
went to the office, with a suit for a job. Was there for a week ‘fore I learned how to rob. Got fired for hawking some new PS3s’. All good, I still came off with three flat TVs.
I’m a n****r man, inside and out, and dipped twice. Infested by bed lice who taught me how to bust guns, and shoot dice. Shall I still dance then? Will you watch me if I do? Will the “Baptist-bump” or the “loose booty” do?
I’ve read militant Black books on all types of topics, from Malcolm, to Marcus , the Moors, and Black prophets. Which militant Black books are the best ones to read? How many burnt edges of Black thought we need?
I went to church, and put-in on the basket. I still got billed when my Mom hit the casket.
I
crashed for a power nap, and then couldn’t sleep. I jumped up, and geared up, and walked in the street. I saw a tiny kitten trapped alone on a bridge. Should I tell you I stomped his skull, or should I let you tell me what I did? I ran into a crack head. She searched for a lick. I’ll sit back and let you tell me what I did. I ran into rivals who wanted me dead
in the middle of the night or wee hours of the morning.
I grabbed my pistol and walked through an alley. There was broken glass there, and it smelled like piss.
Broken glass, and smells like piss.
There sure ain’t a thing militant about that, but
is it Black?
After most recent shower,
and particularly washing hair
(then shaking head
analogous to sopping wet dog
drying her/himself after a bath),
I immediately said helloo
to Long lasting fragrance Suave
essentials Daily Clarifying
Deep cleansing Shampoo,
which permeated mine scalp
facilitating healthy follicles.
More so frothy lather upon noggin
after getting rinsed out
yielded bounteous, luscious, luxurious,
and marvelous full bodied tresses
reminiscent when yours truly an adolescent,
a veritable long haired pencil necked geek
whose hirsute trademark
still characterizes atypical sexagenarian
above mentioned characteristic
still (after scores of years)
emblematic of this enigmatic poetaster.
Ever since being in utero
soon after seminal fusion
insync with fallopian tube bearing ova
begot zygote courtesy said gametes,
and engendered silent boom
after piercing zona pellucida
creating microscopic flume,
nevertheless collection of cells
coalescing into embryo
eventually manifesting into yours truly,
I painstakingly took minuscule
comb and brush to groom,
and dreaded most fearfully being locked,
where pair of outsize scissors did loom
threatening to cut thick,
what could best be envisioned analogous
to imperceptible fancy plume
hich features specific feature
drew medical community
(i.e. namely human reproductive specialists)
constituted extensive expanse
within blastocyst very limited room
crowd sourcing out rivaling curious onlookers
formerly geared up
to espy King Tutankhamun's tomb
can you dear reader believe
a hairy globule within the womb
became global attraction
viz - of a young fecund Harriet Harris,
cuz about nine months later
out the birth canal I did zoom.
In the middle of the Universe, I stand
Geared up to continue our deed
And since from our native planet, we have been banned
The two of us carry on at light speed
Zirck and I traveled afar from an orb called, Quoll
Where our planet has turned cold as ice
See, we couldn’t burn any more wood, oil, or coal
Due to our leader’s fake science advice
We looked over new galaxies for what it’s worth
For a planet that could share some spare heat
That’s when we were told about planet earth
That’s not as cold as our big old ice sheet
We traveled ten light years to the Milky Way
And saw earth had lots of spaceships swarming
We had no other choice than to join the fray
To absorb some of earth’s global warming
While at once I noticed that I stopped shivering
Zirck the sharp genius, hacked a satellite
Thus we observed the news they were delivering
And heard CNN state: earth just isn’t right
We learned that the U.S. wanted to stop burning
So that I said, “Great, here we go again.”
One more planet worried about comfy warming
And we knew what they’d propose, but when?
The next thing that we heard was an urgent report
Which we figured lacked all common sense
It was: since humans ate too much beef and pork
Their ozone was failing due to flatulence
Zirck thought we should tell the naïve people on earth
That global warming is just a huge scam
Made by greedy leaders who want to tax your worth
For carbon dues, while they buy jets and scram
Remember when gazing up at the starry sky
There may be aliens in mourning
For they’ve already endured that pilfering lie
Made by their leaders about global warming.
For In the middle of the Universe, I stand contest
Man loves man
Man helps, and cares of man
Man wishes and prays for man
Man does these for human betterment,
I don’t negate these but say for some reasons
I see what man does well for man
Man gets that instant hand in hand.
Again, man hates, envies man,
Man is hostile to man limitlessly
Man plots against man silently or openly,
Man exercises black arts to harm man
Yet man is not satisfied; so man
Has invented modern weapons to kill man
Mainly, mercilessly, brutally and entirely,
Yet man is not satisfied; so man
Is practising the science of destruction,
To destroy all ins and outs and
To be superhuman man is practising
The science of superpower to gain all
Wasting a vast amount of wealth playfully;
When a group of people without basic needs
Are living a miserable, inferior, inhuman life.
Another group to whom wealth is subjective
Without rules and regulations living a sinful
Which is to them called a luxurious, pompous,
Carefree, heavenly, ever happy, plentiful life.
I don’t deny man’s well side of inventions
For those civilization has much advanced,
Again for the bad side of inventions and
The science of ruin we are losing everything,
Our beautiful world is getting unsuitable
For us and for our future generations,
The wheels of good cycle are almost stopped
And all that bad ones are geared up to speed.
May man get new ways and means to live
Rationally, peacefully, perfectly and harmlessly
Without hatred, enmity, envy for anybody
Wishing real and every triumph for humanity
To avoid sinking down into the centuries
Fathomless sea of chaos and vulnerabilities.
Naked Coffee Shock
So. It’s early Sunday morning in DC
Visiting my locale Mickey D’s
I’m not too bright about anything
Simply wanting a cup of Joe
Before I go to church
The help as usual is friendly and polite
(Some say they’re not but that’s alright)
2 ugly men walked in behind me
Clearly they were there to sin
Both had no clothes on so things went south
They were erect
(and I don’t mean posture or the building of a house)
I averted my eyes at the appropriate moment
These are hard times and getting harder
Not wanting to be party to this depravity and crime
I tried to leave but…. Never mind…
“Reach for the sky!” The nude men shouted
Then struck up a conversation
(I thought this was salacious and unkind)
So. I geared up my stronger serious mind
Became sophisticated and refined
I told them they are in the wrong place and time
Informed them the church is close to here
If they were so inclined I’d take them there
Repentance is a goodly and Godly thing
“Ridiculous!” They cried
They wanted more than a house of God
It was the apple pies they so desired
I told them they looked silly and kinda dumb
Reminded them they had no guns (obviously, they were naked)
There was no way to fake it
The only thing they threatened were some smiles
So. The manager told them there are no pies
And sizing up the situation, continued
“Can’t either of you read?”
The sign is clearly posted
“Shoes are required”
You are not properly attired
So kindly leave
Abiding in God and in His faithfulness, I shall be like a tree* of fruitfulness
Blessed to do His perfect will, planted along His righteousness
Called to conform toward Christ against worldliness
Driven toward His triumph midst blissfulness.
Ever-upheld by the Lord by His river of provisions’ flow
Freed indeed from grip of worthless vanity-blow
Graciously geared-up to worship with glow
Hoisted for faith-ascent, I go and grow.
Instilled with divine nature with my roots absorbing great spiritual nurture
Jubilantly, I keep on reaching-out while staying in spiritual pasture
Kindled to practice kindness with caring goodness-culture
Loving, marked by the Saviour’s compassion-feature.
Moved by the Almighty, I press on toward service-fulfillment height
Nourished as His tree, bearing sweet fruits of heavenly delight
Offering myself fully well with obedience of optimized might
Persevering to exalt Him, basking in His light.
*Blessed is the man that walketh not in the counsel of the ungodly, nor standeth in the way of sinners, nor sitteth in the seat of the scornful. But his delight is in the law of the Lord; and in his law doth he meditate day and night. And he shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of water, that bringeth forth his fruit in his season; his leaf also shall not wither; and whatsoever he doeth shall prosper.
May 18, 2024
2nd place, "A - TYPES OF FORMS" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 5/25/2024