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Expectations
No rest
No time to breathe
A weight on your chest
Nothing less than excellence
Even that's not enough
A world that tells black people
That even if you follow the rules
You are still not good enough
Because as long as your black
They will always have the last laugh
In a world that preaches equality
It sure is a hypocrite
From young we are taught that life is a test
That no matter how hard we work
We will always be seen as less
Even with perfect scores we still come last
A crooked system used to keep us at the bottom
A crooked system used to make sure our life is a struggle
A box with no key deprived of freedom
Locked in with chains so we can't outshine them
Doing everything in their power
To watch us sink
In an ocean that steals our breath
Drowning in a watery abyss
A constant fight to stay afloat
Whilst they just stare at us
A fight that isn't fair
The water keeps us suppressed
So everytime we open our mouth
The water sinks our words
Just like everytime we try to speak
We are labelled dramatic
All this happening whilst the weight of their hate
Slowly drowns us to death
In a world that claims progression
The education system sets us back
Policing black children
Whilst holding us back
So all the white kids can succeed
Then tell us we will never amount to anything
That all we are good for is a prison sentence
Drilling inferiority straight into our chest
To make sure discrimination is the only education we will get
The only lesson received is how racism will never end
The syllabus being slurs and all the different ways we are hated
Buy something they seem to forget
Is we have legacies of strength
We are stronger than the hate that you threat
You push us down and yet we continously get up
We are made of tungsten the strongest element
You think you can break us
Your hate will break instead
You try to steal our breath
But our oxygen tank is unlimited
We are here for the long run
You'll just have to get used to it
We are here to stay
And we will never let you forget
3/4/25
"Time"
People often rat pack
Quick to have the last laugh
It's a sad fact
That we never could get past that
Time is something we can never have back
Few heed the forecast
Torches pass
Opposing forces clash
Since the prehistoric past
Waters roaring
Weather storming
Gases forming
Among all the forking paths
Time continuously soaring fast
Even before there was Pterodactyl's
Always looming in the distance like an Ant hill
Weighing heavily on the mind like an anvil
Can't fix what can kill with just an Advil
Time never at a standstill
Close by and in light years
Voices calling in my ear
It's quite clear
Why fear?
In the end we all die here
Eventually our time's near
Thank you for the nice talk
Push through when life is colder than an ice block
Don't give up, even if it's quite the shock
Something you can't just write off
That we can't fight the clock
Because never does time stop
It's not all about prize winning
Don't spend it all wine sipping
Be true instead of lying and tricking
Try swimming instead of ending it by quitting
While living
Endlessly time ticking
You don't always need night vision
Look hard to find what is quite hidden
Make the best of your life and live it
Only so much time is given
It held true, not just wrote in rhyme
Wasn't always going fine
Until I had a sober mind
Changes occurred over time
Throughout life
Always will be ups and downsides
It took awhile, but peace I found by
A cowhide below the cloud line
Where birds all around fly
Instead of trying to doubt why
Now I
Am of a sound mind
Could say it was overdue and about time
Energy and moving objects may collide
It all relates to state of mind
So don't be afraid and whine
Reach new heights then take the climb
Be strong so you can break the ice
Stay sharp as the blade of a knife
Beside the age of a tide
While you can have a whale of a time
More to life than red wine
And dead guys (money)
Hold your head high
Give it all your best try
In order to withstand the test of time
The Kitchen Fitter
As the wire set alight I cursed his low born name
Then he hit me with a bill and I said you go to hell.
To court he did take me, to pay he was going to make me.
The first appearance was a joke, the judge in squash shorts and a coat
He wanted time to read the papers thoroughly through and through
The kitchen fitter looked smug, but I said just watch your mug
He said, you will have to pay and I told him, no, no way
I said if you do proceed you will greatly regret this deed
The fitter laughed as he told me that he could have bought and sold me
But in court I was to have the last laugh on him.
I stood there and defended my reason not to pay
The judge looked bored to him this was just another day
I said that it’s a crime and for it the fitter should do time
And a counter case I proceeded to relay
Just ask the low born fitter what bad parts he used that day
I began.
It is a criminal offence to take to court on some pretence
When you know that you don’t really have a claim
So I turned the tables on him, and the judge demanded to know
Hey you kitchen fitter, just what do you think is your game?
I proclaimed that he used faulty parts and that he knew it
And as the fire started their defence was gone because the fuses blew it
The judge decreed that I must succeed and he did proceed
To throw out the spurious claim for pay
I then related quietly that he had kept me up nightly
wondering how to put right the dubious work he did on that day.
The judge looked at me and he said oh I can guarantee
That the kitchen fitter will now be the one to pay
There will be compensation and I make a declaration
That if he comes before me in any shape or form again
Not only will he pay but he’ll come to rue the day
That he ever set foot in this court and your name tried to defame.
© 17/04 2013-04-17 Dragon, One Fitter Nil.
Contest entry: The Dragon Slayer Contest. True Story
CHARLIE KIRK: PATRIOT’S LEGACY
A calling heard deeply and clearly
At a very young and tender age,
Drew him boldly to rise and stride
Upon a world changing stage.
Warm, laughing eyes so quickly to disarm you,
An intellect so strong it couldn’t help but alarm you,
His light was too bright, his voice was too strong,
His mission in life was to right an indefensible wrong.
Millions of young students had been purposely led astray,
Indoctrinated in a hate filled and communistic way.
His solution and challenge were lovingly and bravely offered,
“Please Prove Me Wrong” was the mantra and freely augured.
Rarely could they best him and rise to the occasion
But they respected and loved him in ever growing populations.
Like Socrates, he debated; he asked and he answered,
Always uplifting and his faith in God shining through unhampered.
Humble and caring, he strode across the halls of power,
Serving his nation every day, every moment, every shining hour.
He proved to the students why conservative values and a God-filled life
Will save our country. America’s soul and our future is what is on the line.
Charlie understood this from the bottom of his heart and the depth of his soul,
And we are forever grateful that he shared it with millions before his time to go.
As the world stands weeping and the flags are flying at half mast,
Charlie is smiling in Heaven and will have the last laugh.
What he started will not be forgotten. We will never again back down.
Though our heart breaks for his passing, we know he’s on higher ground.
Our nation is worth fighting for is the lesson Charlie taught us.
Speak the truth of the greatness of our country and sovereignty of our people.
We are united and stand head and shoulders above the evil and ravages of this war.
Charlie now stands above it all and rests in peace forevermore.
(Meaning Congratulation)
Mom, see this is my prize, the Golden
trophy; timing record I've broken
while reaching first in the sports event
of 'The Half Marathon race'; it meant
one to cover 21.1 km distance with no stop.
Smilingly, with tears in her eyes she
embraced her son, whispering with glee,
I'm so proud of you. Your Dad surely
would have been glad to see you're pushy
like him, to do best to shine in sports.
Mom, you know, when I could see the red
ribbon at finishing line ahead,
my body was aching and crying
out sorely for oxygen; drying
throat, legs become hard, I's wavering.
The end is within sight, wandering
can I touch red ribbon conquering
the coveted winner's podium; but
in my head someone telling me what
you're doing, stop, don't try, you can't do.
You're on the verge of total collapse
– that voice getting much louder; perhaps
I would have stopped but at that crucial
time what made me to think, refusal;
refused to be deterred by body.
I continued to run, I don't know
how continued despite that let go
feelings in my head, just moved ahead
towards finish line, can't be misled
and crossed red ribbon, continued more...
Coach ran towards me patted, shouted
my persistence he never doubted;
‘Congratulazioni’, my dear boy;
yes, my friends and coach were full of joy;
took me on their shoulders while cheering.
Coach said, those who outlast everyone
else will have the last laugh, let’s have fun.
Mom said, you're like your Dad who never
gave up, fought till end, just remember
capacity to persist is Key.
Mom told, you know, HE has watched your sheer
determination driven to steer
gave magic power and you're able
to muster strength, HE kept you stable
to reach the finish line with glory.
~X~X~X~
'The storms are raging on the rollin' sea, and on the highway of regret'
It was surfers' paradise weather but he had only captured a dinghy
Made from lost dreams and drift wood collected in seasons of love
No shoreline in sight he set a flatulent sail on his passage to nowhere
The lighthouse of aspirations had timely faded from self-imposed doubt
His double edged fishermen’s knife offered only cut throat conclusions
As waves cut a Janus-faced image of himself into the surface of rage
For too long it had been his way or the highway and stark pirates loomed
Hooked into remorse he regretted that he severed tranquil emotions
But instead tried to prove the compass wrong and succumb to unreason
Riptides currents and wild torrents resembled the inner chaos of his soul
Salt on thin macerated skin oozed blemished truths and purulent candour
Once he lost anchor and lifebuoy and had to solely rely on stars’ navigation
During a lull he meant to befriend a dolphin but was mocked in contempt
Which made him to feel the disrespect he had once shown to his friends
How he wished he was a butterfly feeding on herbs in sweet meadows
A clairvoyant had warned him not to tempt fate when seeking conclusion
She might have the last laugh now as he stared into drooling shark teeth
Parched to his most integral core the wary voyager shed one final tear
He vowed promised and bargained with mad delirium and entered the sea
Gave himself to the depth of rock bottom and left his fate to the swell
Washed onto a beach his only regret was that he had not surrendered before
17th February 2020
Written on the theme of ‘The storms are raging on the rollin' sea, and on the
highway of regret’ - Bob Dylan - Make you feel my love
Red, White and Blue
I fought in the Revolutionary war
To win freedom from tyranny
I fought for the right to choose my religion
For the right to live free!
No taxation without representation
Was our battle cry!
Fought to uphold the system of slavery.
We would live free or die!
I joined the rebel army
To fight the Yankee way
We sang about ole’ Dixie
And walking with Jesus on judgment day
I must of killed me a hundred or more
Of those Union fools
While Sherman burned down our country
Homes, hospitals and schools.
I fought in the war against Mexico
Fought in Korea, and World War One
We raped, pillaged and plundered
And would not stop until we were done!
I was flying over Japan
As we dropped Enola Gay
Three days later, we let Little Boy fly,
Wishing the innocents to have a nice day.
I walked the Ho Chi Minh trail
Set flame to many straw huts
Killed, raped, a whole lot of gooks
And those traitors back home, said I was nuts!
911 shook us to our core
So we attacked Afghanistan
But getting rid of Saadam and bombing Iraq
Was part of our long-standing genocidal plan.
Shock and Awe, a day that will live in infamy,
Is the name that we gave,
To the barbarous saturation bombing
That laid countless Iraqis in their grave
The fighting continues, war goes on
It’s big business, lots of money
More young men and women, to feed the machine
Have the last laugh, because it isn’t really funny.
Now I am wedded to this chair,
Having lost both legs, sad but true!
I sit straight and erect, as I salute
The red, white and blue!
6/27/22
They move in packs
A bunch of gnats and rats
Too much crap and cap
All across the map
It's happened to Jill and to Jack
Endlessly people yap and chat
Obsessed with apps and fraps
There is dangers all around be ready to react fast
I'm having an epiphany this is not a flash back
F*** all these ass cracks
They pull all these bad traps
While wearing a black hat
Yet it causes others to snap at
Many driving a hand axe
Into another lady's or man's back
Greedy ball sacks
Still controlling what is price slashed or taxed
Speaking facts on wax
Eventually it may turn similar to Mad Max
In certain area you'll need a gas mask
What's left carried inside a knapsack
The only trace was a faint trail of cat tracks
From a rock the windshield glass cracked
Life was always up and down like Nasdaq
People often arrogant quick to have the last laugh
So pathetic and ready to rat pack
If I want to, I'll show you a class act
Get away if you flip sides like a flap jack
Don't try to sandbag
B****you better bag back
Before you wind up inside a trash bag
No evidence, on your brass plaque
Or the hat rack
It's so sad that
It's Halloween and a black cat
Crossed my path, I got to seize opportunity not just pass pass
Too many treating life like it's another lab rat
What the good does it do always being a jackass?
The same can be said for doing it half-ass
Come on, do I really need to ask that?
You have a different car for every day of the week, but for some
reason it’s happiness you still seek.
You love your big and beautiful home, with acres of land for you to
roam.
You have plenty of gold and diamonds galore, enough to start your
own jewelry store.
You have lots of designer and customized clothes, what an
extravagant lifestyle you chose.
You’re living the life of a Hollywood Star, but does the wealth change
who you really are?
Living the life of the rich and the famous, feeling you’re real big and
no longer nameless.
Now folks come at you from everywhere, on your way up none of
them were there!
Now they come out of the wood work, it’s enough to make you
go berserk.
You have everything people only dream of, but all your wealth can’t
buy you love.
So many women want you it’s almost a joke, you think they would be
after you if you were still broke?
One of them wants to have the last laugh, to be your wifey so they
can claim half!
Who is your true friend and who is your foe? for you it’s like
“eeny-meeny-miney-moe.”
Money doesn’t define who you really are, neither does having
an expensive car.
Don’t get me wrong being rich is a good thing, but just remember you
are not defined by your “bling-bling.”
Form:
I was 15 when I first looked up to the heavens.
My mind was in a dazed as I looked up into the sky.
I thought about taking a trip to the moon in my mind.
Until my Holy Spirit came and changed my mood,
I was feeling mellow now but I was still caught up in my dreams.
So I closed my eyes and then my soul and mind was traveling back
into the heavens where the Lord’s power kept my soul with him.
And there he took my empty body or grounded me and there I saw
my dreams lay before me.
When I saw my future dreams lay before me, I prayed to God and eventually
this bird came back to my soul, and helped me dream about a new and improved dreams.
I kneeled down and started to pray to my Lord about the choices that I will make
When leaving this nasty place. My prayers seemed good and honest but I had a weird
feeling that with the sins I have made, it would be best to pray to myself.
And keep it hidden, to confide in no one, absolutely no one.
While praying and dreaming, I learned to have the last laugh and push pass it, and to be
myself, and have an open mind about what I dream.
“Dear God. Thank you for helping me to push pass my bad sins like you said I will not look
back, I will ask for forgiveness and move on.”
I was 15 when I first looked up to the heavens.
My mind was dazed into the skies, I thought about taking a trip to the moon with God.