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I am terrified I will die, Wesley said. It is raining.
Rain does not usually kill people, I replied.
But lightning can, and thunder is scary.
Lightning has never hit me, I replied.
It will probably get me, he said. His teeth were shaking.
He had been raised by a worst-scenario activist.
Everything she says usually includes the worst possibility imaginable.
She is my Aunt Edna, and this is the way she talks.
I would go to the store, but the roof could cave in.
I would vacuum the rug, but I might stir up allergens.
There might be black mold under there, vacuuming could kill us.
Her husband had escaped years ago.
I always wish he had taken my cousin Wesley with him.
Wesley is afraid of tornadoes, trains, clowns, hearts and bicycles.
He could possibly die from getting a scratch from a nail or eating walnuts.
I do not know if he is allergic to walnuts, or if he does not like them.
Wesley and his weirdo mother, my aunt, go to church all the time.
Praying they will not die in their sleep or in the car or at a bus stop.
They don’t even go to bus stops!
I wish that they would learn something in church, but they do not listen.
They are way too busy worrying about dying.
Faith and fear, so linked, and yet, so not linked in their case.
I have tried to help.
Sadly, they are determined to retain their worst scenarios.
"he didn't do a good job!"
"He wasn't prepared!"
" He got lucky that night"
" He was caught off guard"
" What we thought we were seeing wasn't
what was meant to be!"
" tHE RULES FAVORED A SITUATION LIKE THIS!"
" HUBBA BUBBA RAH-RAH!"
"HE DID EVERYTHING HE COULD TO RETAIN THE TITLE"
" SOMETHING LIKE THIS HAPPENS ALMOST NEVER!"
" HE'S A STRUB, A PRELIMINARY BUM, JUST A JOBBER!"
" WHAT THE (f$#*)!"
" wE HAVE A NEW CHAMPION"
" HE WENT FROM ZERO AND 61 TO BEING EVERYTHING IMAGINABLE!"
" WHAT THE F$C* IS (........bOOP...) GIONNA SAY ABOUT THIS!"
" WE WERE LIVE LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, "
" IF YOU THINK YOU SAW THAT WELL THAT NEVER HAPPENED@!"
OFFICIALS ARE SCRAMBLING TO THE RING"
" RESTART THE MATCH( DING-DING)
WHOOMP, WHOOMP WHOOP!
ONE...TWO..THREE!..IT'S OFFICAIL, WE HAVE A NEW WORLDS CHAMPION!
9/27/12
What I sensed was not just in the mind
Deep inside I didn’t want to believe my heart
For what I now believe is inexorably unavoidable
Into a crunch of instilled friction—silence is abhorred
Everyone feels the deceit around them—all feel ignored
In a wasteland of all that is horrid
The emotions remain in the containment of barren soul
Never was the feeling displayed so deeply
No one knew I had not conquered completely
Nothing has been won, for nothing was fought
So leave this wretched nothing to rot
I killed everything, for everything is gone
Now all I have left is close to none
And why must I live in this world anymore
Where all I have done is tatter and tear?
I am a false light and you are illuminated
By a darkened mind and an aura bright
Cradled in lies I rock about silently
Knowing you are faltering—fighting blindly
I don’t deserve any happiness—I deserve to die
I can’t keep dropping things here—I cannot feed the lie!
Their stings will end all
And I will be the last to fall
Alone
Neither with the weak or strong
You deserve to be happy
And I deserve the worse torture imaginable
I deserve your pain
And every last sting
I sensed you were left empty
In my false lights of nothingness
And can you guess what I did?
Nothing
I am the coward
I am the Nobody
And I’m not degrading—I’m fading
It is your very right to hate me
it is your very right to be angry
But you do not deserve to be torn, burned, and rotting
Because of my cold, silent broading
Never saw it coming
A false hero
A coward—a zero
You don’t need this
You don’t deserve. . .
Nothing.
When the earth was formed, molten iron sank to its center to make the core.
A cataclysmic meteorite showers that hit Earth after the core formed; they say Earth’s gold and platinum arrived in a meteor showers that lasted 200 million years.
Priced elements rare and highly valued soft golden yellow, silverfish-white most sought after metals in the world.
As the years passed the metals have gradually worn away broken into pieces by wind, water, or other force of nature.
Elements that are heavy in weight, moved through the millennial of years, found concentrated and trapped between rocks, streams, rivers, and ocean beds.
It has been coveted, stolen and buried, and people have died for gold.
Christopher Columbus sailed to America looking for gold.
Mined or dredged as dust or nuggets that can be melted down, shaped and sculpted into any form imaginable.
I like to wear my raw gold nugget around my neck on a gold chain.
4/13/2018
Grant me to hold my freedom from ancestry.
Nothing fails to satisfy longings but death.
These pinions gave me sway and authority.
To portray my consideration via the breadth.
Nothing fails to satisfy longings but death.
These wings included their appearance.
To describe my thoughts via the breadth.
Strange dreams I express in my concupiscence.
These wings included their appearance.
These wings have hauled me asunder in my life.
Strange dreams I express in my concupiscence.
In every imaginable way of success or strife.
These wings have hauled me asunder in my life.
The wings that boosted my trust and faith.
In every imaginable way of success or strife.
My joy is obscured in freedom's strength.
The wings that boosted my trust and faith.
These pinions gave me sway and authority.
My joy is obscured in freedom's strength.
Allow me to hold my freedom from ancestry.
Written: May 15, 2022
She prays; gods halo again brightly creeping from underneath the shadowed covers of comfort. Slowly awakening her blissful HEArT re*collabrated and re*juvinated to start the day quietly tip-toed inside her peaceful home. A plantation thats shown to be told,firmly planted is all she'll ever know, thank you god my almighty straight to the LION'S den's mouth, as her heart is poured out in extreme greatness. She announced her DOGS EYE is not in pain anymore. So Thank You god for you are my only GOD!!!! You've engaged this HEArT strongly SHAPPED, I do love me; and the WOMAN I have become. In these last few weeks she has learned GENUINE SOULS do care like you, as parents we will keep her fruitful n' clothed. She'll learn that LOVE IS: more powerful then anything imaginable as you have, you image this world through a precious eye;(my DOG) across the sky in colorful RAE'S of skittles I can taste the RAINBOW... COLLABRATING IN THE CLOUDS... Watching SUN~SET DAWN DOWN fast asleep holding on to those DREAMS along side my dog. Teaching everyone to LOVE with/out SELFishness, just against GRACE For her HEART Is BIGGER Than the UNIVERSE.... As she chooses FREE~WILL!!!!!!
WILLINGLY!!! I Know now her Entire FAMILY HouseHold is in good HEALTH, SAFEly hidden from DANGER N' HARM,and has had A Peacful nights rest beside the warm fire I will lay;as she closes her eyes during nights break.
I LOVE YOU GOD FOR ALL YOu DO N' SHOW!!!
Written by: Carma SWEETHEART; and
Ravonne Jus MAD (BRITTANY CALDWELL)
06-21-12. Thank you BRITTANY for letting me do this I am truly honored*ENJOY!!! ;D
It is as if the world is upside down.
The ground is too light,
in comparison
to the too dark sky.
The fiercest,
boldest,
shades in nature,
clash together.
They form the
brightest
streak of golden brilliance
ever imaginable.
In that sea of darkness
I can see vibrant,
energized,
light.
At my perch by the windowsill
I can watch the world around me
thrash in rage.
But… it passes by.
Leaving the world
new,
refreshed,
soothed.
I take one step
into the
world outside,
and then another.
The ground feels soft
beneath my feet.
The grass slicker than
the finest silk.
The air that seeps
into my lungs with each
heave and ho
of my chest.
Is cleaner than
any air I’ve breathed
In a long time.
So, I sit.
I tuck my feet beneath me,
Criss-crossed and Indian style,
taking more of
those cleansing breaths.
And I think
and remember...
If this is
what it is like
after every surge of rage,
every clash of nature’s emotions.
It should storm
more often.
Before there were rainbows, I roamed ambidextrously,
I streeled out into predawn air, senseless between Moon and Mars,
Reeling under Calvinistic cinder blocks, I hid from my shadows.
Before there were rainbows, I thought my heart was wooden,
In those days, they had shiny suits of armor awaiting me.
I tried filling them with my syrupy fluid, but it always leaked out.
Before there were rainbows, everyone was Fred or Ginger,
Ozzy or Harriet, Lucy or Ricky, Sonny or Cher, ones, or zeros,
Machine language with a chokehold on the imaginable.
Before there were rainbows, the age of innocence in yearbooks,
In high school pictographs, we were anatomical imitations of expectation,
Like Rockwell paintings, we were predictable, amusing, and safe.
Before there were rainbows, I dare not believe in my spectrum,
No fella sang “I Feel Pretty!” No boy “…could have danced all night!”
It was all covert, something dirty in a bathroom stall
Before there were rainbows.
My muscular lightning belied my vulnerable rain-soaked downpours
Before there were rainbows.
My secret Preludes to the Afternoon of a Fawn went undetected
Before there were rainbows.
I’m a senior now admiring all the hard-won freedom,
All the fluid beauty of the young, recalling the canned laughter
with what we tried to be before there were rainbows.
Published: July 10th, 2022 - Dissident Voice
My God, there is no end to the hulking body of these mountains,
I've asked everyone to just leave me alone for awhile as I rest on my knee
stupefied by the enormous, unending expanse of the most gothic terrain imaginable,
I mean, we knew there was a chance the Missouri wouldn't go all the way through the continent,
we anticipated hellish distances, fatigue and brutal portages
but, I never thought that the divide between the Columbia and Missouri
would be a billion years of mega rock rage and 500 miles of pain to cross on foot,
this isn't an obstacle military engineers can rectify
with some explosives and hammers to unite the rivers for a continuous waterway,
the Corps of Discovery has just walked into the light of cruel truth
there is no Northwest Passage, our primary goal was never even possible,
our mission was a bet against geography and we are the losers,
is it any wonder that I weep for a moment in the shadows of heartbreak,
but there is no sympathy in the season or in the sky today, and that's okay,
I'm gonna lead these brave bastards across this savage continent,
we're gonna get to that God damned ocean
complete our other crucial objectives for America
and return to Washington with a story for the ears of Gods and History,
J.A.B.
I not here to condemn the world but it be saved
Tho I walk the shadows of life its darkness
Appear not unto me for I am
Constant struggle the path lead not destruction
But obstacles of mysteries unknown
Who I am is strong and will minded
Setting feat's only imaginable
But conquering all wars for I am
I am of pain, it's misery of desire
Emptiness I am not without but I feel
Who I am is of much more power than I
Do I stand not that I am let to stand
My souls dying thirst for life I breathe
Only that I believe I carry my next air
It's who I am, a fighter of my own domain
A life I see which takes many years
Not just to be but it eats at your inside
The people, the problem, the solution
Who I am, what life has made
But who I am, what I have made