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Another overwhelming day passed in the pastures of plenty
The scene was tired and did not warrant a space on the news
Just one more place with no conscience for mind numbed souls
It was bitterly chilly and bones stuck out on frozen bloodstreams
Sore thumbs hurt from pulling blighted triggers for icy salvation
Sanguine convictions floated on ichor and the gods were pleased
Fatima’s house now bereft of ‘infidel’ prayers was not easy to see
Its ruins blended perfectly into an infernal landscape of conquest
Like an icon of madness only the doorframe stood gruesomely tall
Tempting as it was the gateway to heaven refused meek entrance
For forsaken survivors who had fallen on insanity’s greedy onslaught
A child’s doll felt the pain of limbo with an eye missing for an eye
A dismembered mosque lay in prostrate incineration ready for burial
Its intricate stones would come in handy for grave stones and tombs
Everything has its purpose even when reason and feelings have died
The muezzin’s last farewell to scorched arms depicted in charred coal
A final solution encrypted in banality of evil and trivial calls for justice
The winner takes it all and the home front of terror spewed fury and hell
Thousand fewer mouths to feed must surely be a passionate blessing
Relief organizations had not been able to quell misery and starvation
Their trucks would not find a path through devastation and rubble
Victorious armies assembled their weapons and went home for respite
Foot soldiers in trenches and tents as the officers went to their wives
Made love to their women and caressed perfectly groomed deportment
‘Darling I love you and it has been a splendid day for righteous triumph
Are the children in bed yet and have you read them a tale from the Bible?’
‘No worries they took solace in the lullaby and slumber in effervescent dreams
Hailed to the good Lord and their father who made sure that they rest in Peace
Jordan still wants to be a shunter where the tracks point to chambers of mercy
And Abigail promised to be a good girl to eat her greens and make you so proud'
03rd March 2020
PLIGHTS FOUGHT TOMORROW KNOWN
WRITTEN FOR DR. MARTIN LUTHER KING, JR. HOLIDAY 2016 (Versified!)
As days transpires, better we focus.
As life transgress, better our voice.
A walk, a talk, a political aspect of religion and righteousness.
Via the Founding Fathers we separated church and state.
Socio-political and socio-religious are the floodgates.
As we remember, tears may drop,
Is it the strength we possess that ruminates us?
We overcame our struggles and we are abreast to our accomplishments.
We are the United States of North America.3
Analysis of our external environment let us know
that we are a strong workforce.
That we are no more separated by the color of our skin.
That our unity is our identity of different nations of human beings.
That our mien is our self-image of economy –
the” big picture” of demeanor.
When we falter, we recoup.
We do not assume we will fall from what others do.
We are the people of our regions that are vast and wide.
We are negotiators of our lives.2
As we celebrate today in our mind-sets,
we know what may overwhelm us.
This could be how far we have come.
Or, it could be how far we will continue to go -
to climb the mountains that we must peak -
to deplete human suffering from the illness we perceive.
That is what is known and all the possibilities.
We have witnessed many tragedies from the
time of formation to present day.
But oh, we can find glory just as well in our beliefs,
creeds, and unity.1
Envois is this discourse.
Pro-activism edifice verbalized.
But to no idiom this loll.
We are all part of the same universe.
Each has his or her role to play.
All are formidable when the goal is stated.
May one be easier than the other?
May we strive to be a part of the same country?
Where we are awe-inspiring but together.
That is on the same page.
Where our lives are the similarity, and the same is our home front.
This is right outside our front door.4
The plight is fought and tomorrow is known!5
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Written January 16, 2016!
A time to weep, And a time to laugh;
Ecclesiates 3: 4
War is hell, and no one knows how or when it will end.
Proud men hungering for power always fail to comprehend.
Such men of blinded egos and troubled souls would rather die than cry.
My valiant soldier did not cry because he had become an amputee;
Nor were his tears born out of inability to set people free. He cried,
not for wounds incurred on the battle field; nor for being examined
and prescribed the wrong pill. Neither did he cry for being rejected on the home front. Nor yet because he was never honored by his state of Vermont. My valiant soldier did not cry because too few
bothered to understand. He cried for the thousands slaughtered on those blooded beaches of dirt and sand.
The tears of my valiant soldier were captured and placed in a bottle by an angel to be ever preserved in the presence of God. His tears were not for the lives he was forced to take, nor for the bravery he displayed in the rescue of others, but because he earned such respect and high regard. He was so humbled by such attention that he cried.
My valiant soldier cried mostly for his fallen comrades whose love he had to confer to their grieving loved ones. He cried because it was never clear why peace wasn't given a chance to save such dear sons. My valiant soldier also cried because he lost his own brother by a random shooting in an American city.
070522PSCtest, Tears of a valiant Soldier, Faraz Ajmal
Safe, protected, free, just, wealthy.
"You're safe in America."
"Our government will protect you."
"We have the most just system in the world."
"America is the wealthiest nation."
Welcome to the United States,
where safety is police brutality against
our own citizens; where the food we
eat is pumped full of poison; where
our guns are taken from us to keep us
"safe", when the enemy is on the home front.
Welcome to the Land of the Brave,
where men and women lose their lives
over another nation's resource, even though we've
got the technology to keep them home; where
a man turning into a woman is more
important than hundreds dying in an earthquake.
Welcome to the Land of the Free,
where free will and creativity is
frowned upon and conformity is the
latest trend; where its citizen's opinions
go straight to the garbage while those
already in power continue making decisions.
Come on over to the USA,
where child molesters serve less time
in prison than those caught with a plant;
where you can be arrested simply because
your skin is a different tone; where a mother that
killed her child got away with a slap on the wrist.
Make a trip to the wealthiest nation,
where one percent of the population holds
every cent, while homelessness is at an
all time high; where religion means no
taxes, and it costs an entire years pay
just to afford a higher education.
Make your way to the Land of the Corrupt,
where the War on Terror is a scam,
and our nation's biggest tragedy was a planned attack;
where the poor are forced to pay taxes with
money they don't have, while the wealthy
gloat in flashy suits and Mercedes Benz.
Don't eat anymore out of their greedy hands.
Take your freedom back.
House our homeless.
Block out the media, it's an illusion.
Stop fighting for a country that wants you to die.
It's time to make a change.
In the first instance under the engine chassis,
Battling complex automobile designs in heat,
Struggles to displays sleek lines in tops delight,
Prayers from bystanders so the car never restarts.
Pay this one for pedestrians joy could serve for long:
Tune this second choice hear suspect toolbox voices,
Jack up the workshop bills while he calls you taxi's,
Nurse your headache as he lightens your bank balance,
Plays with the new car creating coughing modules;
He purrs to your call while the cabs enjoy the runs:
The third internet savvy links his performance,
Climaxes your F I formula breed on first date,
Smiles to trigger shivers down your crumbling spine,
Steps to touch land shying away from the moon shuttle flight.
Aspirant with NASA's body reduction fear:
Hungry fellow the fourth on a three wheeler drill,
Floating long white beard to check directional winds,
Deceiving looks to go straight he watches the right,
A four wheeler to bang around he would learn soon.
Reduced pay if you carry extra big burger's:
Forget the last four I am your best bet with gas,
Even bull carts envy my safe slender fast race,
Hundred miles a gallon 24 miles an hour to pace,
What if I need much tea sips to stay awake.
Veteran of Second World War generation:
The sixth battle weary survivor on the home front,
Can take on drivers in the front or rear attacks,
It is the body heat that makes me real mad,
Good Air conditioning is a must so beware.
Suspended drivers license fellows don't understand:
Last but not the least I am certainly not blind,
At night I don't drive have a wife to satisfy,
She worries about my blind date and kiss of fate,
As it is the bright ones do really scare me.
In the day you could watch the wet roads while I drive:
Throw a dice to bell the selected chauffeur real tight;
Updating your insurance cover would be right.
most will blame the uptight american anus
(oops, did i say “anus?”) on the fact that the empire was
formed by rich white puritans who were scared of their
own *****es & ******s so much that they hoped their “god”
would have created them without such horrid raging beasts
between their legs---
so the story goes, americans still rule the world with the
barrel of a gun & the will to destroy everything in their path
in order to keep it that way, but on the home front, they are
terrified of talking about things that other cultures have no
****ing problem doing
(oops, did i “curse?” why is it a “curse”
to begin with? more bull*****spawned from self-righteous
christian thinking from way back when keeping a woman
locked up in a goddamned house & slaves toiling in the fields
was permissible, but “taking the lord’s name in vain” was
more than frowned upon).
americans will not talk about the fact that they don’t have
money, because celebrity worship is so great in the belly of
the empire that to think you’ll NEVER EVER become rich &
beautiful like those pristine white teeth movie stars is a
thought that most just don’t want to register.
if someone is mentally ill or if a family member is, forget about it,
act like it DOESN’T EXIST---if a family member, someone you
knew, or even a total stranger blew their ****ing head off,
act like it DIDN’T HAPPEN, or if you can come to terms with
the fact that it did, blame it on the individual---they were selfish,
they weren’t getting enough sex (ooh, but don’t mention the word
“sex”…say something like “nobody cared for them”), they
just couldn’t get it together…ANYTHING but looking at how
american culture is geared towards tossing the unsavory in
garbage cans in the blatant attempt to get rid of them, at least
from the public eye…at least so we don’t have to look at them.
AN INTRODUCTION OF NEFREDA MARIA CASTLE OF THE BEAN PEOPLE
I am Nefreda Maria Castle of the Bean People.
Today, I feel appease and pleased by the peace I see in Giantvillism.
Giant and Maddy are an ordered paired in harmony in that they are structuring a meaningful world.
My husband, Jake, and my children; Jake. Jr., Nefreda Marie, and Joseph, and I have travelled afar to this beautiful existence beyond.
We bring unity in the belief of what the future holds for all of us.
Therefore, we are prepared for the troubles that confront us and we are armed to protect and defend each home front.
Nefreda Maria begins to sing…
A SELF-IMAGE
I am a lifespan.
I am a journey partook.
I am woman.
I am the light and the truth.
Within destiny, I strive for meaning and peace.
I am a schema of thorough belief -
A base of knowledge that breathes discovery.
I am life now and I am here to acclaim my own.
Imminently, I frame.
I am a niche in a divided space.
Proclamation of the existence of personal recourse –
I am a voice, a look, and an expression.
I am a Bean person.
In years to come and not beyond that, life will span.
The future I am not.
I am here to create a better tomorrow.
My destiny has not been perceived.
I am my creator.
Life formed for meaning.
Peace is an ideology.
I am a lifespan that endures.
I rather be rich than poor.
I am a self-image by the way I live.
Life is only a span of time.
The future is infinite.
I am here as I am now.
Bean people are limited.
Many bridges will be crossed.
Life formed to structure.
Within this medium, my life spans.
I am proclaiming my own.
My niche is well-defined.
I am a self-image refined.
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Penned May 29, 2015!
FOR PROLIFERATION OF THE IMMIGRATED SOUL
There are those people who would not leave their country no matter how the trouble comes.
There are those people who leave the same regardless of loving home.
Yet, there are those that leave their country just from the mere thought.
They want to embrace diversity.
They want to experience the world.
America the beautiful is origin to the immigrants’ daughter or son who travelled to our shores with his or her spirit and soul.
Contented to find his or her own niche in the world.
Encircled by the strife and the struggles that confronts them to develop within an economy that has its depths of despair.
You now consider one selves native born because you are part of a government and a home front.
Our neighborhoods are our safe havens.
The bases of our freedoms is this interior.
The Statue of Liberty stands in the great State of New York where immigration manifested and destinies were sought.
Today you harbor the same protective thought that your worth is palpable to autonomies given.
A sanctuary that cherish your diversification, America the beautiful you come concentrated to growth into frugality of a new generation.
Determined to your mien, your consideration is the right to work.
Your interconnectivity represents your material culture.
Sociability, you strive to thrive in divergence...
For proliferation of the immigrated soul that came to America as a catalyst within a new world.
Stand now for your self-determination, for your independence and choices...
You have the freedoms and the hope for a greater tomorrow.
Social sets and communities will form.
Welcome to the United States of [North] America!
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Written August 22, 2016!
Circumstantial evidence is weak, reticent statements left outta discovery; witnesses for the defense riskn purgery, cuz if they don't fear God, it's cuz they ain't heard of me! I relish the street's imperfections, being so absolutely obstreperous, cantankerous representation populating the office of the president. Miscalculation's evident, scary in its own, as we all kno it's not innocent till proven guilty anymore, but guilty till innocent. Billions of dollars squandered in an attempt to implement democracy, hypocrisy is presented openly, Hillary Clinton's treason that Supreme Court ruled not to be. Obviously the problem's not necessarily abroad, kids shooting up schools, might be the absence God. More broken homes. No longer are jobs offering benefits cuz poor planning and impatience played a part. Not sure how y'all feel when it come to these issues of the home front, cuz soldiers die everyday fighting for a winnable war wen years before, Sting's song told us there ain't one! Forgive me any if I've offended with this $10 Stylus pen in my hand, intention is shedding light on problems directly effecting the American Dream promised of this Land. And with that in mind, I got half a mind to turn the tide reverting to the Wild West times, epitomizing asynine! Might be logical to tote a nine, what with Dooms Day Preppers on T.V. and law enforcement officers committing homicides. Respite for all, astronomical proportions loom over us in fear of an A-bomb, convoluted ideals conducive to resurrection that's yet to be spoke of. Incredible is the Divine's unfathomable plain, the author of fate, attributed claim as Master of the Game, it's too whom you pray to in Jesus' name; G-O-D spells it all, the rainbow after the rain....
[A] World is us.
[The] World is the universe.
Attuned to captivity from the freedoms denied to others internationally,
only defines true political activism.
Benevolence does not just form even in civilization.
We must annihilate those that deny peace.
This is where we find our true leaders.
For the love of God, let’s stand together as a method of wealth.
Formulate the terrorist to close the flood gates.
Our grief and bereavement states that we will die one day.
Therefore, our journey should not be negated by killings premeditated.
The world as a systemic force defines the people who invest in hope.
The emotions shown from unnatural occurrences demarcates a new system of
government.
Forum for Discussion - we will define (M)ilitant (C)ommunism.
It is our civic duty to bring forth new theory.
A world as us deals with our home front.
Unnatural occurrences do shape world war.
Once ignored, it overwhelms the balance of amity and peace.
We are the people that find responsibility in ideology.
Militant communism is to be.
For the love of God, let’s endow humanity a greater passage to a new era where
peace is positioned in precarious time and not through terrorism
contradicting creation and life.
For the love of God, we should appose right from wrong where we do not
condone beheading at all, but stand together to eradicate all aberrant
mind-sets to preserve human existence.
For the love of God is an outcry that describes a terrorist attack.
For the love of God, Why?
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Written March 24, 2016!
Enriched is the mind that embellishes the soul...