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He is cranking up the old rusty engine again, but all that work is in vain, sweat is running from his anxious face and grease is spilling all over the place. There he goes again with his tool bag and greasy overall lying flat on his back underneath the truck, pulling screw, by screw from the belly of the old truck.
Monday comes at a price, and he has to pay a painful sacrifice, fix it or dump it he has no choice but to squeeze Monday into his chest. The old truck is draining the life out of his pocket. It's just the other day he fixed it. He replaced the engine with a second hand one that he imported from Finland. It worked quite well for the first few days but soon it starts to die away.
He pulls down the whole thing and drain the oil out of it, the heaven doesn’t know what this man is about, thirty different parts staring in his face and the oil and water is dripping all over the place.
The Engine block, and the Cylinder Head has sucked out the pressure out of the living dead; the piston, crank shaft, camshaft, and Timing belt are not in place, and it causes the vehicle to wobble and shake. Examine the engine valves and combustion chamber carefully; there is a hole in the oil pan and a blunt on the connecting rod.
The intake manifold and Exhaust manifold has something in common and can heat up your face and plant bitterness into your grave. The spark plugs, piston ring and flywheels are out of place, and you have to tighten them, or you will end in an unpleasant place.
Look at the head gasket, cylinder liner and crank case, they are shifting around, and the distributor ring is hanging on the ground; the cylinder head cover, the rubber grommet and camshaft pulley are out of line, and you have got to replace the oil filter, water pump, and oil pan drain bolt.
The turbocharger and supercharger are defected, and you must replace the timing belt, drive pulley and the starter motor before the engine fail. You need a brand-new truck to satisfy the daughter she will never come back in that truck with you unless you do what you have to do.
The wind is blowing softly, and the trees are shaking violently, the weather is fine, but his emotion is out of line, the sun is peeping beyond the hill and nature is sending him a bunch of daffodils look carefully into the sky and you will see shades of Monday passing by.
BEAUTIFUL BEACHES, A Letter to Daniel
By Curtis Johnson
Hi Daniel,
There once was a man living high on a mountain whose name was Harry
Mt. St. Helen was threatening to blow its top, and everyone started to worry
Harry had been there 60 years and thought he would live on to tell his story
So after being warned to evacuate, Harry refused and decided to tarry
Sadly, when the volcano blew, Harry was later found in 40 feet of ashes
It’s interesting at times, that life can be so tame, so sweet, and so calming. Because of our positive experiences, we relax and enjoy seasons so charming Like Harry, we are unconvinced of danger, and need not fear rumors and warnings
Sandy beaches on the oceanfront are beautiful and lots of fun, when all is sunny and bright. For eight years my family and I lived in San Francisco within four blocks of the Pacific. Believe me when I say that the Oceanside is a calming and charming place. We spent lots of time in the Golden Gate Park and on the beach.
One Sunday afternoon, my two small kids and I took a walk across the rocks above the ocean beach. The waves were coming in pretty far, but I thought that we were high enough. I thought wrong. We had not been on the rocks 5 minutes before the waters came splashing against the rocks that we were walking on. I held the kids and protected them from the big splash. I got pretty wet, but no harm was done, and the lesson was well received.
The sandy beaches of life will often suddenly turn into rushing waves of sea salty waters. My friend, there are times when the volcanoes of life will heat up and blow their top. When they do, we best be aware, heed the warnings, and seek higher ground.
Dan, I do not know what you may be going through presently, but I am praying for you. If for any reason you taste those salty waters of what was once a calm and sandy beach, I have every reason to believe that God is going to change things for you. If the volcanoes of your life have blown its top, I have every reason to believe that the ashes will not bury you. When the troublesome adversities of life blow against all of us, God is always both warning and leading us out to safety.
So Daniel, my friend, may we together seek higher ground. Love you. Curtis09262013
I need some warmth
My knees need to weaken
I want a fire to heat up this frozen gem
Cause i'm freezing due to lack of attention
Shivering from this worlds negativity
I want someone to embrace me
Chase all my fears away
With one hot passionate kiss
Bed me
Tenderly
Convert me into Stupidity
Make me not care about a thing
As long as he's touching me
I want to
Finally make it to anniversaries
And on valentines day
I will wake up happy
Cause I'll know
That no matter how cold it gets
I have a fire that won't burn out
In his arms I feel the hottest
He's my strength
and my confidence
I'm constantly looking for
That warmth that other girls
speak of
I want to melt
And form a puddle
Wet, soaking, hot, sticky, open
Disillusionally wanting
I crave someone who can
Hit all my spots
without me drawing a diagram
I crave moisture
daybreak calls off moon's whitewash
in the wee of this morn I startled up from what quite seemed like a crash landing from midair plunge of a fledgling's first flight—thanks to my false 'alarmers'; the plantain eaters, I take them for angry doves, and yet, the laughing doves do coo me down in these dawns. Yeah... few months ago I stood behind my window bars, peering on as usual to catch a view or Olympic squirrels hopping from branches to clumps when I saw this floundered bird, soaring downwards, dipped through and crashing into razor leave and needle sharp branch nodes and some weather eroded bamboo sticks—the first time I might have witnessed a fallen angel, it was like a burning out star, this time shooting upside down.
emergency
circling above leaf falls
hawks siren
the day getting fast heat up as noon approaches, there's a whole of this host of hawks, rounding up the clumper and close by rooftops with squeaks and squeaks upon squeaks; what I thought at first was a catch that got dropped off grasp has become the target for rescue—like a fledging hanging frail and exhausted, trapped. But, the mating season of the African Harrier Hawk is just on, so could it be a male who got attacked by another male who tries to protect its territory as these hawks are found to be monogamous? I still focus on this rare scene in the air by the arboreal.
saccade
distorts in the dry wind
dragonfly drifts
eventide's in a frenzy and row, black and white mannikins chirr and ambience suppressed as squirrels chirp, join the coucal's moans and a choral flock of yellow warblers that doesn't wobble in a field of bromes—no ventriloquist's effects. Haven flown in wavy slides up and down, skimming near to claw and drag the victim out of the snare-like nest unsuccessfully, some hawks perch to catch a breath between the laughter of doves, the plantain eaters, claiming territory on the mango tree too, crackle and chase the hawks one by one, so I wondered if the hubbub had been intended for a jeer against the predators.
jungle marketplace
each seller and buyer bears
his woven basket
HEAT
Looking the around earth, the churches, the cities, the nations and humanities;
Heat of making it and perish is on a constant motion.
Heat of politics; like a rushing rock waters, hitting hard on mighty nations
Lives are on fast lane to riches and power, given souls the choice of hell,
What a world of heat we lived?
The youths and the adults; picks up heat upon themselves,
Just to make a name and die without leaving a name behind.
Heat of sudden riches and famous has let down bloods on our streets;
Men are on the fast lane to make it and say goodbye; women are on the fast lane of love to having society wedding and later embrace divorce.
Putting countries into economic meltdown, single mothers jubilating, smiling at free money. What a world of heat that we lived?
On televisions and churches , heat of forcing seed of faith out of the hands of the poor has opened doors for many into hell.
Our foolish actions that heat up our destinies to making it;
resulted into singled mothers life, blood flow, starvations, unrest, and various epidemics.
In our society, famous is another heat in the mind of leaders; spilling the blood of innocents.
Heat up the family with unnecessary demands; men becomes mad, confused and promiscuous.
Heat the family; things will fall apart. Heat up power seat; heads will rolls.
Heat the churches with prosperities, you have bigger congregation.
What a world of heat we lived?
Heat of hunger everywhere, heat of bail out and heat of returning to power; sending fear into minds.
Heat of prosperity crusade in churches is a trademark of eloquent preachers.
Heat of scandals has suddenly become body cream that stars applied on their bodies,
Heat of signing gay gospel bill into law by nations; and say goodbye to cultures, values and integrities; forcing fears of Christ returns into weak minds.
The heat of hell, no longer scare evil men,
Heat is heat; either in hell or on earth.
Waving my hands of goodbye to all form of heats of this world;
My peace returns.
- Pastor Emmanuel Alfred .B
You know what
I’m so mad right now for real
I’m so mad I don’t even care
He don’ pissed me off
I smiled that smile to get his attention
Needless to mention I sprayed that perfume to keep him reminiscing
I put on them high-healed shoes showing my pedicured toes
And that short asss skirt just for my own damn health I suppose
Hum how dare him think I did it all to make him happy
Fuq him and the oil I put on my body to make it shine (to keep my skin from flakin)
Cause I’m a woman who loves her man and
Fuq him if he don’t love me
He got me frantically crying eternally
Dialing six numbers and hanging up on the seventh
I’m dialing seven numbers and hanging up on the first ring
I’m dialing seven numbers and hanging up when he answers
Cause I really don’t have shiit to say
Except for fuq you cause you don’t love me
He got me Up in the middle of the night turning the heat up
And holding my pillow tight
Hanging out with old flings just to change the scene
Got me going to the store just to seem busy
Buying shiit that I don’t even need
Sitting here reading this book about love that reminds me
To fuq him cause he don’t love me
That’s aiight cause I’m gon’ go holla at anotha nigga
Just to make him see
I’m gonna go holla at anotha nigga that expects the best out of me
I proceed to holla at anotha nigga but he don’t here me
And it’s not even that he don’t want to holla at me cause
Deep in mind I’m only dreaming
Cause I would wake with a thought of this nigga
Reminding myself to fuq him cause he don’t love me
Curling my hair just to keep shiit right for this nigga
Pretty underwear to show at night for this nigga
Pluckin all kinds of pubic hair for this nigga
At one point thought I’d give in quick for this nigga
I know I should for get this nigga
But I want to keep shiit legit wit this nigga
I want to hold and squeeze and love this man
Though for this man I have portrayed a fool
I wrung myself out into a puddle of silly putty
And I make more than him so it ain’t about the money
So Fuq that I love this nigga
Form:
The first big party of the year
Right after the pre-season game
A bunch of juniors and seniors take off
Driving around down the highway.
Pulling up to the designated house
Where the parents aren't at home
They don't know about the party
Their "honor student" has thrown.
Music is blasting from speakers all around
As people shove away couches to dance
Furniture's broken, but nobody cares
The party's a once-in-a-lifetime chance.
Things start to heat up
As guys bring in kegs of beer
Even freshmen took a drink, thinking,
"Total freedom; there are no parents here!"
Pretty soon, every thing's trashed,
And the people leave to go home
Late at night, right after that party,
People pull out onto the road.
Pandemonium wreaks havoc
Twenty minutes after they leave
As all across the small town,
Cars begin to weave.
Cars crash like dominoes
In a simultaneous effect
Parents are in a panic
Wondering where their children have been left.
Bodies are splayed out all over the road
As metal tears and glass breaks
All of this, because of one little party
And because some students chose to drink.
Their best friends are in body bags
And their parents are engulfed in grief
And all because of that one party
And that stupid choice to drink.
Honor students now lay dead
Choir members in bags
Band players are gone forever
The other stories are just as bad.
Alcohol checks are administered
And even young ones are to blame
"It's not my fault, I was drugged!"
One sophmore dares to claim.
"It was just a little alcohol," they say,
As it rages through their system
"I didn't mean to kill anybody,
But now, I wish I were with them."
The nickname for this awful crash
And this tragic night
Truly lives up to its name:
"The Wicked has take flight."
Drinking and driving don't mix
And these students learned the hard way
It was just a little fun,
But their friends won't be back Monday.
Some say it wasn't their fault
And that everbody did it,
But really, everyone's to blame
For thinking, "Let's party with the Wicked."
Christmases and Christmases ago down where the Camelias grow
There was a family whose money was low__not so much cash flow
'Twas the day before Christmas Eve and they didn't have their Christmas tree
nor stockings in a row
Their old artificial tree was looking very used_not even Charlie Brown could give
it a look renewed
There wasn't funds to buy a new one or a tree that the stores sold freshly cut
Mom decided to the woods they would go for a cedar to hunt
The whole family piled in that tiny little truck and across the creeks
and to the woods they flew like Santa in his sleigh
Walking, searching, searching not one suitable tree_fatigue, cold and huger
began to set in
So back to the truck they did plod sadly
And there right there was one Cedar which looked green and shapely
The man of house with his strong muscles and a chain saw quickly_cut that beauty
swinging high onto the truck proud of their great luck
Arriving home with tree in tow and placing it in its stand you know
Mom in the kitchen popping up some corn, making hot cocoa for us to warm
and
a fire she lay to heat up the room _then the tree we'd all groom
With the tree in place and a roaring fire, hot cocoa to warm all desires
An odor began to permeate the air_floating over here and there
"What is that scent?" mom did despair..
From that lovely green Cedar Tree a fowl scent circled the room
Dad laughed and laughed with a twinkling eye..
"A Tom Cat had sprayed that tree with a scent not very nice."...
So out the door the tree flew and Christmas Eve the hunt repeated...
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Contest: Happy Holidays
Free Verse
I chose Christmas Eve
Love has gone far
So far that you murdered her
Obsess with such a rabbit hole
The hole that made you so hateful
You love that embrace
The heat up to your throat
That fire covering your whole body
Why have you done this?
The way it seems
Fire has spread fast
I know it hurts kid
But this is the end of us
Your sins
Welcome to hell darling
I rejected your money
Your world
And i don't regret it
Otherwise i would be you
You took my life and clean yours
With the white towels of my heaven?
I hated you for more than 6 years
But now i love the way you burn
A beautiful scream of pain and plague
I feed from you
I am that parasite you let go to this filthy streets
I now command over you
I am your martyr
The way it seems
Fire has spread fast
I know it hurts kid
But this is the end of us
Your sins
Welcome to hell darling
So good the feeling of love
Warmth under ice
Vapor over water
Sex over love
This hate
This will
This feeling in me
I know is lovely for me
I feel immortal
But i am not
I burn with you
I love you to death
'So death do us part
Confusion's got me here
So here it all dies
It all weights to sins
I will give you this hand
The hand of faith
I will not fall
I shall not fall
The way it seems
Fire has spread fast
I know it hurts kid
But this is the end of us
Your sins
Welcome to hell darling
So now my love
I know you do not understand
But i will explain
Everything changed
Just when you called me liar
I knew i could not control time
And i know i didn't held the truth
But all in my head refuses to fight back at you
I love you
But time has evolved this
Like a rotting shell
With devils inside
My gates open
I am your martyr
So tonight darling you come with me
Get in this trip
Only one way ticket
Say no
No, no, no, no, no, no
I will kill you for betrayal
Maybe he can give you what i cannot
I promise
He will miss you
(Affair)
Form:
I am counting down the days when the clouds will break away and the troposphere in the sky will peel away the substance from the earth and the stratosphere in the atmosphere will cool down the temperature in the air.
And the wind will take its ambition to the moon and blow towards the East and the corroded air will cease.
The wind is blowing in the north and something magnificent is about to start, some new comers are in the town they are going up north to settle down before their weary body grows old.
.
They have boxes and pans with them and ropes to tie down the lion in the den and they have all the resources that they need for a year and they have nothing to fear. Up north is very cold but their spirit is very bold and when the cold sinks into their skins they all gather around the piano and start to sing.
Elevate yourself on top of the stone and examine the air pressure coming out of the sea, it carries the weight of a thousand soul whose bodies were left to rot on th ocean floor.
Divers could not find them and explorers could not rescue them, their spirits are buried in the sea and each time a seagull crawls upon the shore, it is one of those lost soul at sea come to pay tribute to the world; their home is at sea.
Just look around and tell me what you see, the clouds are coming after thee, the rain is pelting in the west and the birds are traveling south west the airline are flying at a high altitude and the eagle is racing towards that sun. Look at the latent heat up there and the thermal radiation over there.
The gas layers of the troposphere are expanding and the dense cloud are moving on. Just take a look at the puzzle once more before you walk through the door, try to fit the missing pieces when you find them raise your hands towards the heavens and say ,
”we have found the missing ones.”