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He never loved me
Well damn I just found out
Took a shot to the heart
Don't know where I should start
I guess I musta been strung out
Cuz I was straight up on his arm flashing that smile like aint no brother like the one I got
Saying girl I'm so lucky
You just jealous
Whatchu mean he's cheating
Ahh shut yo mouth
Making plans, writing poetry, letting his hands be one with me
He was free to play games with me
With my identity
When he was through with me
I barely recognized who she was cuz she was not me
But I was forever high
See I
I planned our wedding in my mind a million times
Yeah I said we'd name our first kid Tasha
Or prolly Sasha
Even after his great grand aunt Hadassah
Kiki or prolly Eloise
He could bend me over
To his whim or his fancy
Deeply committed was I
To this guy
I didn't care about the why
I just cared about his smile
How his face would light up when he saw me
And just how it was all so wild
Mild
was never a part of our loving
heavy from the get nicca always had me coming
To him constantly running to him
Gunning for him
Loving just him
Giving never ex-pec-ting
He didn't love me
See I just found out
One day it came to me when I was walking around the house
It came to me
How I'd put his needs before mine
Put ma money on his hustle
Saying everything would be fine
Cuz I would be-ne-fit
Joint bank accounts
Cleared out savings
Warning signs begged me to put an end to the ish
But I just couldn't quit
I could not forget
He was that 9-5 that I just could not leave
So I worked tirelessly hoping the boss would recognize
My efforts and promote me.
Promote me?
Dumb me
Strung out
Oh boy kinda good turn out
Everyone showed up but sanity
Cuz I musta been crazy to letchu play me
and sway me to your mindset
Wet, my heart with regret
turned me cold a reject
Deject-ted I stayed that way for centuries
Soul moment suffering through comments
Holding on to moments
Dead to emotion to me anomaly
He never loved me
WELLL I JUST FOUND OUT
I was silly blind trying to find
Reasons for his indiscretions
His lack of confession
Why he never let me in
Musta been ma sins
saying be more forgiving.
He never loved me.
Internal Quote by Albert Einstein
On the eve of the invasion, the world braced for an upheaval.
Two ancient foes were poised for war, a war between Good and Evil.
For things are deathly dark and unsavory when Satan's soldiers ride,
and only acts of heroic bravery can help Good turn the tide.
So we watched with pessimistic dread as soldiers circled ‘round Kharkiv.
We feared so many would soon be dead, we feared what’s up Satan’s sleeve.
In numbers seeming infinite, his warring hordes were drawing near,
when we watched a young Ukrainian boy, a boy who showed no fear.
He would play on a grand piano, he would play a soulful song,
he would play sweet chords of calmness in the face of the warring throng.
He would play with skill and feeling, he would play with a touch of class;
while the rest of the world was reeling, he was kicking Putin’s ass.
Electric chills spilled down my spine and there was nary a dry eye,
while we watched and prayed he played unafraid of missiles from the sky.
Will he live to see tomorrow? And what about his family?
Will we learn their fate with sorrow? And can we cure insanity?
For nowhere in this universe could crimes of cold cupidity
be justified and understood but for human stupidity.
And I'm not sure who will win the war, if wars can be won or lost --
the one thing I am sure about in the universe is the cost.
For the cost of freedom is bloody steep, the consequences grave,
if we fail to battle bullies, and if we won’t stand with the brave.
And while we watched him on our big-screens, this boy’s bravery was clear;
just don’t think for a single second “it could never happen here.”
Submitted March 18, 2022, for the Kyiv Poetry Contest, sponsored by Kai Michael Neumann (First Place). This is a substantive revision of a shorter version that was submitted March 11, 2022, for the Keola Poetry Contest, sponsored by Hilo Poet.
As of the date of submittal, news sources reported that the fate of the boy and his family is unknown.
rules to play by
ring the bell then knock on wood
one good turn deserves another
take one thing replace it with another
stalking a box
circled with chaos
we only have eachother
take out your name replace it with a new age
in the center stage its all the rage
down right fist fight
no rules left
so give them a right
we say one thing
they said it right
we say tuesday
we said nothing the got it
nothing means something
multimedia
digital
resurrected digital
slider
pass it on
ressurected hero
play by the rules
one day i was meant to be permanent
an excuse to be an illusion
time ticking
pick up the string
tie a knott
hang on to the dream
inside the envelope of the fates to be
so many abstract things inside this box of everything
cursing objects
stalked because of what they represent
clues of the final end
the curtains and the sentence we never said
the thing we cant pretend
final destination
overated
smiling overcrowded
walll to wall overwhelmed
animals
sitting ducks
fancy and wild eyed
slow helll
and three days to try
try to give it up
and change pandora
close the box
make up another rule
replace aname
rinfg the bell
close the box
send it along
forewarned is forearmed
ressurect the blue slider
player on your other shoulder
the past of the red slider
gonna be on your team gonna get the box back
replace what i need to
wash my hands clean of it
lety that be my only prize
ressurrect the perfect message
the rules to play by
item by item
pointing to my hiding spot
will they ever find me
among the marbles and spoons
the missing children
and you replace the only thing
with what changes the slide
to where i was
you come to get me
so we run away to where they will be
but not for long
a window of opportunity
close the door
knock twice
turn the wheel
we got a tie
the loose ends
that slide
all this to replace my will
the god particle concedes to a universal mass
as predictably, it announces its presence
taking the holy sacrament from under its glass
beliefs from before so consigned obsolescence
we now think we know - no...really, we do
how the universe came to exist, massively being
galaxies of stars, unseen dark matters, us too
giving God a reason to give our lives meaning
photons and gluons of stuff are Peter's principals
bosons innumerable occupy the same quantum stated
the best minds wraparound said concept so quizzical
but not before a big bang began branches bifurcated
bosons like fermions those particles elementary
that come into existence and are gone in a blink
transcendental though we may think they seem to be
harder to transcend than at last we might think
what are we to learn of ourselves from this tidbit
of long sought actual theoretical enlightenment
can we care more for each other just a tiny bit?
and concede happily to life's common wonderment
let us learn with concern what CERN can discern
about all the quirks and quarks of this universe
give mankind a good reason to give out a good turn
and make our corner a bit better than the subverse
add Lederman, the goddamn particle's indefinite article
"so central to the state of physics today, yet so elusive" *
is like the first time you borrowed your Dad's vehicle
for a ride with your squeeze to amour more conducive
you wanted get down to the real heart of the matter
and experience the unknown pleasures of knowing
your delving into places and matters that matter
the whole experience just drives you to keep going
© Goode Guy 2012-07-05
* http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Higgs_boson#.22God_particle.22
http://www.npr.org/2012/07/04/156248281/new-subatomic-particle-may-be-physics-missing-link
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Higgs_boson
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peter_Higgs
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/CERN
Somewhere to go to beat your drum
someplace to be to sing at the top of your lungs
a way of life of politicians and gypsies alike
the church of musicology is now accepting donations
and of course every cd you buy helps support the tithe
Where do you learn the flute fidle
guotar or harp
but the church of musicology of course
and for those really good
we'll teach you the finer arts of songwriting and prose
in case you need to have something to lean on to get you by
Busking?
busking we're not busking
werte singing the praise
now that its a faith shoved down throats
i guess we will all have to learn how to behave
sure we cant wash our hands clean of everything the enemy has sang
into the akashik records of song
but lessons learned
one good turn
and we can fix near almost anything with a song
Kick it sister
the beat goes dum badda bumm bumm bum
the beat goes budda bumm chicka bumm bumm tsss
chicka cht err twist chick brick frip
budda budda bump
Songs of ballad
songs of worship
songs of depression songs of anytype
the church of musicology
like beethoven and mozart that has been proven to enhance thinking and grades
all thanks to musicology
now turn around shake my hand
and lets begin to pray
Kick it sister
the room is full of clocks
they tick they tick they tick
andf they tock
and in these walls of calendars and collage i see the mainframe
of ever conceivable thought
hey baby dont you wanna
yeah yeah
hey suagar
dont you wanna
live this dream with me
black whirte grey
black white grey
do this together
black white grey we dothis together
yteah here we go
Kick it sister
church of musicology
the halls are ringing now
of chimes and bells
and pianos
from afar
and life is just waiting to begin
"The World is smaller because the people are closer," ... by the Poet.
There's something singular needs to be said,
mind the conduct or stature -- latter's best,
the subject at hand is of size; nay zed,
a bit of getting used to it, instead,
back to size, and the matter is: smallest.
I am a grain of sand; a granule.
mere speck for wind; Songwriters number ONE,
teeny, weeny, bikini -- minuscule.
We're a-cursed, placed here to be ridiculed,
and later, decoratives for Won Tons.
Yes, I see the beach and I see myself ...
as the beach, and not disjoined from the beach.
I must be set asunder, as oneself,
divided, must be by species: itself.
One; a power number -- practice: what's preached.
So I am that I am, a grain of sand,
having made my worth this, Real Estate Earth,
pound for pound dug graveled ground, sand bound hand,
and then performed righteous change aspired land
for purposed goal nears, a wealth of souls worth.
Bidst's for king and country; Hip, Hip, Hooray,
No venture, no gain; go and drop your name,
We'll care for the shop, while you go and play.
With rolled-up sleeves looking busy all day.
Countered balance tilting pressure life's game.
Preceding parody and paradox
purposed reasoned goals: harsh realities.
Lifers; stalking the clocks like flocks of hawks.
Bobby socks donning Ft Knox nighttime rocks.
One good turn earns another: Guarantees.
(Tomorrow?)
Epilogue:
.
Treble naught your psalms furlong ...
Who grows the dare
and distant flare
who knows the role
of clouds in the air
There is a whole world out there
They cannot see it
They pass right by it
They pass right through it
They who possess the power of sight ...
... sight also possesses
... a grain of sand
the voice within
i see yes i see
i see alot that makes
me wonder
i see things not inline
with humanity
i see life in shades
of terror and fears
i see the good turn bad
right before the eyes
i see yes i see
i see the fall of mankind
while humanity is failing
all the time i see
yet i wonder why i see
shadows in flesh
the voice within
every one is busy
in this circle world
i see the brave broken
i see the strong tortured
i see the innocent down
in misery of no answers
i see my brothers in a wild
state of confusion
i see revolution everywhere
i see yes i see the world
turning around
yet humans are blind
in ignorance
the voice within
i see the weak struggling
i see my people in lacks
of God given peace
i see my country falling apart
i see the church stagnating
even the mosque need help
i see the cry to God in places
by the poor
i wonder i think yet
i still can't get enough answers
from the lips of men
cos is full of lies
the voice within
i see alot harms has been
done upon my people
i see the harmers don't
care what atrocities
they are cursing upon
our life's
i see the ways of our life's
are full of miseries
as i walk through all this
darkness by evil men
i see all their shadows
i see what kind of leaders that
controls our lost life's today
i am a victim on this
ugly road of injustices
so i see yes i see
i see all life is worth
no is not what it is now
if their be an answer to
all i see
i haven't seen them in men
of nowadays
if there be an answer to
my questions
i never heard them from
the lips of cowards men
all that has kept me stronger
through all this valleys of
hardship is nothing but only
the voice within
Quote by Albert Einstein
Keola – Rhyme
On the eve of the invasion, the world braced for an upheaval.
Two ancient foes were poised for war, a war between Good and Evil.
For things are deathly dark and unsavory when Satan's soldiers ride,
and only acts of heroic bravery can help Good turn the tide.
So we watched with pessimistic dread as soldiers circled ‘round Kharkiv.
We feared so many would soon be dead, we feared what’s up Satan’s sleeve.
In numbers seeming infinite, his warring hordes were drawing near,
when we watched a young Ukrainian boy, a boy who showed no fear.
He would play on a grand piano, he would play a soulful song,
he would play sweet chords of calmness in the face of the warring throng.
He would play with skill and feeling, he would play with a touch of class;
while the rest of the world was reeling, he was kicking Putin’s ass.
For nowhere in this universe could crimes of cold cupidity
be justified and understood but for human stupidity.
And I'm not sure who will win the war, if wars can be won or lost --
the one thing I am sure about in the universe is the cost.
For the cost of freedom is bloody steep, the consequences grave,
if we fail to battle bullies, and if we won’t stand with the brave.
And while we watched him on our big-screens, this boy’s bravery was clear;
just don’t think for a single second “it could never happen here.”
March 11, 2022
Keola Secret Poetry Contest, sponsored by Hilo Poet
As of the date of submittal, news sources reported that the fate of the boy and his family is unknown.
Why do people keep saying what they don't really
mean
Like when they say AM SORRY they only want you to
forget
Making empty promises that they cannot fulfill
When it comes to really watching your back they can't
hold for life
why do they keeping having evil intentions
Like when they say they want to help you they only
want you to owe them
Making sacrifices that they don't mean to do
When it comes to really saving your life they just can't
go further
When they say they love you its in the reflection of
hate
You take them as a friend but they see you as a foe
Its funny how they unveil their evil face
From that caring friend to that mortal enemy
Like when they say TRUST ME they only want to burst
you
they appear when the going is good and disappear
when its bad
When they talk about a perfect world
They will say it will never be in my generation
They will say they care so much
But they keep showing you the opposite
They will make you part of the game
But not really part of the plan
They will sit an laugh infront of you
But stand against you at your back
They strive so hard to earn you trust
Only to shatter it in the slightest chance they get
We see our lives as a painted portrait
But they work so hard in putting dark colours in it
When they shed tears in your time of misfortune
They only help to make a river of misery for you to
swim in
They neglect the purpose of our creation and existence
Forgetting life is a lonely place where we need each
other to survive
Who should one trust in time of distress?
A betraying friend or an heartless foe
they say a good turn deserves another
But to me it is always good to be good
Repeat after me
Is good to be good
For one good turn deserve another
As kindness is a healing
To the wound unseen
So now repeat after me
Kindness is like a baton
In a relay race
When you receive it you
Pass it on
Oh repeat after me
Kindness is like a baton
In a relay race
When you receive it you
Pass it on
How can we make the world
A better place if we are not
Kind to each other
How can we grow if we don't
Care for each other
How can life be when there is no
Kindness
For with just a share of kindness
Heaven is likely on our feet
So now repeat after me
Kindness is like a baton
In a relay race
When you receive it you
pass it on
Oh repeat after me
Kindness is like a baton
In a relay race
When you receive it you
Pass it on
I wonder why people now
So scared
So scared to show kindness
Guess that is the least at least
All people can share among ourselves
For a little kindness
Goes a long long way
So now repeat after me
Kindness is like a baton
On a relay race
When you receive it you
Pass it on
Oh repeat after me
Kindness is like a baton
On a relay race
When you receive it you
Pass it on
Life is beautiful
There are lots of joy to earn
When kindness is shared
Among our selves
we all need care
Who is careless is lifeless
when kindness comes
Your way then you could feel
A joy of being with a heart healed
In life is good to be good
So now repeat after me
Kindness is like a baton
In a relay race
When you receive it you
pass it on
Oh repeat after me
Kindness is like a baton
In a relay race
When you receive it you
pass It on
I rest my case