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Lights within the mind occur when the question is asked a second time.
I loved you as a person but that can only go as the fleeting wind!
Your time to make my heart change became the pinnacle of your prime.
The words of God came in like the changing wind!
What I heard would make you question your time with me or your path.
I had the revelation and it was deeper than the last!
Here is my new path.
It is much stronger than the revelation I had during my first fast!
The words were that your path was not right for me as it was built upon deception.
If you decide to become a seeker of the truth than call me!
I knew you meant well even if you were misguided by a believed inception.
You were there when I needed you, now let my heart pay the fee!
Become part of me my red!
Be the rib on my side, and not the thought in my head!
How great is our God! Let it be clearly understood
All Mighty is the Ascendent of all things Good.
He is restoring our suffering Nation
Through the strength of one immovable man
Who will not be swayed from the vision of greatness
God gave him for our beloved and cherished land.
From the beginning of Her inception we have held
The same heartfelt desire for Peace, Prosperity and Hope.
Our Vision of Freedom is released through sacrifice
Freely given from Patriots as Love flows from our souls.
To those destined to lead, the obstacles are made very clear,
Evil and madness embedded, entrenched never prevails.
Through weakness and fear, the Opposition tries to defeat us
With shocking and unnatural forces, and violent assails.
God sees every assault upon our Nation, Her people and land
By those falsely bleating their self-righteous and immoral stand.
They are dripping with venom and hatred for every good soul,
Yet our great God protects us against their raging vitriol.
He leads us upon the path of Righteousness as we follow His call
To defend our fractured Nation and keep Her safe for all.
How great is our God! He delivers us from evil,
Restores us with His Grace and renews our Hope and Trust.
We will not be conquered by the sins that abound
And accepted as normal by the far leftist hounds.
God is the Infinite Power that is steering our Nation now,
And we are forever grateful He is turning us around.
His principles strong, President Trump holds fast
To the morals and actions that keep America first.
No longer called the disgraced, degraded and deranged;
Never again will She be derogated, relegated the last.
How great is our God! Who has shown forth His Light
And raised a battalion of worthy leaders ready to fight.
United and hopeful, we stand as one, unafraid
Holding steadfast to the promises of Peace we have made.
From this moment forward we are resolute and strong.
Let “How Great is our God!” be our rousing anthem.
We, the ReUnited States of America, have a new victory song.
I write this piece for no one to see,
For iam to coward to admit what I feel
Pain, a heartache so deep it leaves me craving for something I told myself to never crave for again,
Iam back to square one, only this time I don’t mind it,
Acceptance is key they said, well it’s harder done than said,
I told myself, one last man, one last love,
And if it doesn’t work out, then move on to no other guy,
Embrace the pain and be one,
One problem though, this pain hits different,
It’s pathetic really, looking at me in the mirror and whispering to myself “ pretty hurts doesn’t it”
I have no energy left in me,
I have been stripped off my heart, left open to be stepped on like a stray dog,
It does hurt, a little bit more than it was supposed to,
But it’s a lesson learnt, those sweet words are savage,
Summary, he got what he wanted of me, it hurts doesn’t it,
Being used like toilet paper, but in all honesty I expected it,
It’s a history iam well educated in, its a love affair iam too familiar with since inception,
It’s time to stay in my lane I guess,
Pluck out those emotions, roll a funeral for them, and bury them deep and far it will be too hard to reach them in case someone else comes my way,
Actually make it too lazy to reach them,
Iam tired of wishful hoping that love will finally come my way,
I need to understand that iam just a phase, nothing permanent,
Iam the girl that comes to love you,
Though iam guessing it’s never enough love,
Because they still walk out the door,
I need to know my place,
And understand you can’t have it all,
A pretty girl is all you will ever be to a man,
Rest assured that’s his only desire??
I may not
like it
Most
au contraire
But writing
it true
Your right
to share
Our language
different
Our thoughts
opposed
Yet both
defined
By what
we know
Each word
denotes
What pain
would hide
Unto
ourselves
The meaning
thrives
With couplets
foreign
And quatrains
skewed
Our Muses
strangers
Respect
— on view
**
Inception
Tomorrow freshly baited
— the future reborn
**
The Beury Building
Art deco
majestic
she waits
in the dust
Broad and Erie’s
‘Grande Olde Dame’
her memory
in trust
Of ancient
glories
from the past
stripped down to the bone
Set to rise
with fate reprised
where boyhood visions
— grow
**
Making a mess of my life
Always searching for more
Shifting through the chaos
The ruins of my so could happiness
One direction
One sure focus
To implode all of my insecurity
The fuse i refuse to light
To blow away all of what i was meant to be
Imprisoned in my own existence
Some cage the world constantly stares into
Laughing misunderstanding me
My tears a joke a sheer excuse to continue to hurt me
Revenge in those eyes
Wont comprehend forgiveness
Let things go
As we fade into the night
This light we tried to shine
Flickering dying out
This love lost
So strange these tides of inception
The course set to destruction
How do i change what she perceives is to be
Forever unchanged.
Insidious is internalized inception
What's real with all these questions?
Feels like I missed my alarm and slept in
Broken legs but I still chase affection
These walls are my blank expression
My mind is the home I'm trapped in
It's lonely inside an unfinished mansion
The sharp truth most people gaslight themselves and don't even realize it...
Have I detached so far from reality that my inner voice doesn't trust me?
Days go by while paralyzed in self-reflection
Empty walls don't reflect growth they echo stagnation...
If my mind is a prison am I both the inmate and the warden?
Isn't an unfinished house just a finished ruin?
Perhaps I should pick up a hammer?
And stop admiring the scaffolding as architecture.
Before every line, I've written is a eulogy for a life never lived...
There he is again/searching...
for me - the object of his disdain/
his bete noire
Looking at him through the facets of my vision...
- He is a hulking one of them
The ones who seek to cut off my already
truncated life
Swish! a swift and practiced mano
takes aim
Lo Mein from last night's relvelry
my launch to escape
....too evasive...
Yet, my aggravation is apparent -
if only to myself
Agitated setae sit stilly upon a
bottled back
Nonetheless, I take this latest attack
in stride....An insignificant setback in this
current battle between he and I/between I
and them
Since this is a constant struggle/one that has
probably been going on since the inception of time...
I profoundly ponder past assualts from
whilom ages
Is this the Genocide that my brothers from
another phylum speak of through the whisper mill?
For, I am also Black, but very
uncomely/I am Black, but the sun
has not made me so...
No!...
I have attained my shape, size, and melanin
through the evolutionary hand of creation
Still, do I deserve to procreate,
to be fruitful and multiply?
Each day my numbers diminish
and nobody questions why?
Yet, every attempt to exterminate my existence
is met with a well executed jete
Since hardly anyone is successful the first time
I then let the momentum carry me high
and away/until I once again become a
negroid speck on a drab canvas
....A canvas that only I can bring color to...
...F.O.T.W?...
Fly On The Wall
PHRASIS 11
Imagination not mere fancy
transfigure the real,actual
and ideal with lyric of two
idyllic,melodious sweet and
sonorous.Mental indolence
clouded,enshrouded in obscurity
careless,even slovenly on the
sliding scale of inspiration in
musical verbiage.Perception,
vague at first becomes sentiment
,more definite,as thought or
reflection hazy in its inception
as we perceive and feel and
think within the boundaries of
personal taste and idiosyncrasy
in this fruitful field.A lift in the lyrical
noticeable in the ear.
From Alfred Austin- The Bridling of Pegasus
Listen to me recite this phrasis on youtube under my pen name ichthyschiro
You can be found
somewhere underneath
the mask of
the mundane
On that plane
beneath the sheets
that cover your face
is the real you
The truth many don't see
because you hide behind
a false reality pretending
to be true
You developed a face
in your youth
that protected you
from a world that
couldn't see
You were free
once upon a time
before the ties that bind
attached & took hold
The bold soul that came
through the portal
of what's called mom
now dons a mortal frame
You were never the same
after crossing the threshold
of that door
What's more important
is the fact that you've
forgotten you're
more than this shell
A telling story of a soul
with more stories to tell
than it can remember
You fell faster than
a woodsman could
yell timber in a forest
surrounded by a
chorus of trees
That left you in a place
that leaves
nothing to salvage
but salvation lies within
The second coming
is a journey that begins
with steps toward
your true inception
Your true resurrection
is a shift in perception
of how you came to
manifest
This is a test every soul
must pass
before breaking through
that glass ceiling
Once you've succeeded
you'll hear the chorus
singing your praises
as you've now been raised
Raised from the ground
& out of the wilderness
no longer a tree
but a seed
A seed no longer in need
of healing but one that sows
from a place forever
growing indeed
This is the catch
that's absolutely worth
the reeling because
you've now been freed
Late one afternoon, I saw a star
And I wondered what month we were, in the calendar.
Just as I worked outside, on the printer,
For such is only seen during the winter.
Oh! thou magnificent star
Roaming within the boundaries of space.
My heart beats as thou were afar
As I gazed at thy beautiful face.
I felt thy undiluted fragrance
That gave me an insight into your graceful elegance
The thoughts has often come into my mind, impinging my countenance
If I ever shall feel it real, not in a trance.
I love to confess
My undeserved oneness
Which has brought me loneliness
Of living in a wilderness
I need you to fill that single vacuum,
To give my life an equilibrium.
For thy sake it was created, right from inception
That we may be celebrated in our generation.