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What is this curve of grace
the mimicry of societies face
that my hands flutter and tuck
in a feminine coy pretense?
How have I become the mirror of copy print
and my mind
the Abyss of self doubt,
When my ancestors were queens of battle?
….I have been strained of strength.
In a filter of male perceptions
I pose beneath a gaze
I don’t remember choosing.
Curse you Aphrodite.
For your lies and deceit.
For selling your hand maidens
to the strike of Zeus’s lust.
You have abandoned me.
I have abandoned myself.
Where is the audacity of my youth?
While I tremble at the crones final stage?
This was not to be my ending.
Self-hatred and loathing.
My own ineptness robbed
My own inner furnace.
My soul cold in barren wilderness
My heart stolen, and purpose foregone.
I’ve sold my sister coven
For the silver in an enemies purse.
Elevator, elevator
One of the most awkward places you can be
Standing, crowded much too close to me
Should you say hello or just keep to yourself?
So you stand there stiff resembling a doll on a shelf
Elevator, elevator
A sudden stench encompasses the whole box
People look around like they’ve caught the chicken pox
The air is thick with unease and irritability
Everyone’s in a rush, utilizing their capability
Elevator, elevator
After what seems to be millennia the box stops abruptly
Another stop, still standing waiting for the lobby
Irish man breaks the silence with a witty comment
Its just like the movies –elevator ineptness is his vent
Ineptness / Ineptitude
The pen has become the tongue from which I speak.
Ink, the saliva, the driving force behind my words.
Paper, the wings upon which they take flight,
uplifting my thoughts, elevating my ideas.
Thoughts and ideas that might not have
– ever come out of my mouth – seen the light of day.
Grounded !, nothing taking wing, a voice that does not sing,
never expressing a thing, with any kind of proficiency,
clarity, depth of understanding, enlightenment of meaning,
as I stand before ?, choke up !, all coming to a screeching halt
– my train of thought, my boxcar of words end with the caboose.
All gets lost, before the moment lives, my death !!!
The death of all I set out to accomplish, but never doing.
This, my tribunal ???:
B. J. “A” 2
February 25th 2004
winter is whispering to me
'Be Happy'
my initial attitude is
'be snappy'
then a Lesson From God sneaks up in my ear out of nowhere
'how would you like to be greeted in return'
after wrestling with my thoughts, i chose to try a new and freshly different approach
i returned all greetings with a smile
conversations actually lasted a while
i gained new friends and New Perspectives by the mile
i was introduced to a new song, a new outlook, and a new style
winter is whispering to me
'Look Up and See'
it is then that i wonder more deeply what it would be like to
'Be Me'
then another Lesson From God sneaks up in my ear out of nowhere
how do you define Feeling Free'
so on a count of three
i hit the ground on a trial run degree
i found MySelf Rewarded with unexpected acceptance
gone is my internal feeling of unworthiness and ineptness
I'm a witness,...you're an audience,
Yes,...Christ and the church,
Abide to list of ineptness,
Meet a criteria of creche,
A lioness gifted with new furs from gold,
Love in their abode,
Attractive and benevolent flower in the botany of a gardener,
It is purchased for a purpose;
providing rich scents,prestige and endeavors,
Beak of falcons wish to feed upon,
Doves and sparrows like it's leaves,
But they work in vain,
News about you and I is heard in the East,
Those from west come to view the feast,
From North comes Kings and Queens,
"Very adulterated with endearment",
That's the voice of the southern prominent, .
Three things attributed by love;hardworking,dedication and focus,
The head of one man carries the goals of perversion,
Joy and peace;they are the son and daughter of couples,
"Open your heart,...I.want to hide myself in there",
The man said,
Incredibly the voice of the woman toned,
"come in to your breeding home",
Oceans we take sight,...greener pastures we stroll along,
How can I taste your sweetness?
When will I have you as a fuel in my lamp?
I guess writing your feelings in my heart,
Matrimonial seal our consolidation with angelic visitation,
Heaven then hails our glory with hope and laughter,
Day and night concludes our sojourn on the surface of greatness,
That's when death workouts its part with loneliness and weariness,
Feeding the belly of graves with our rotten vessel,
Behind a Round Table:
This is ANDERSON WALKINGSHOES...
VERSE 1:
I'm a witness,...you're an audience,
Yes,...Christ and the church,
Abide to list of ineptness,
Meet a criteria of creche,
A lioness gifted with new furs from gold,
Love in their abode,
Chorus:
"come in to your breeding home",
Oceans we take sight,...greener pastures we stroll along,
How can I taste your sweetness?
When will I have you as a fuel in my lamp?
I guess writing your feelings in my heart,
Chorus:
"come in to your breeding home",
Oceans we take sight,...greener pastures we stroll along,
How can I taste your sweetness?
When will I have you as a fuel in my lamp?
I guess writing your feelings in my heart,
VERSE 2:
Attractive and benevolent flower in the botany of a gardener,
It is purchased for a purpose;
providing rich scents,prestige and endeavors,
Beak of falcons wish to feed upon,
Doves and sparrows like it's leaves,
But they work in vain,
News about you and I is heard in the East,
Those from west come to view the feast,
From North comes Kings and Queens,
"Very adulterated with endearment",
That's the voice of the southern prominent, .
Three things attributed by love;hardworking,dedication and focus,
The head of one man carries the goals of perversion,
Joy and peace;they are the son and daughter of couples,
"Open your heart,...I.want to hide myself in there",
The man said,
Incredibly the voice of the woman toned,
Chorus:
"come in to your breeding home",
Oceans we take sight,...greener pastures we stroll along,
How can I taste your sweetness?
When will I have you as a fuel in my lamp?
I guess writing your feelings in my heart,
Chorus:
"come in to your breeding home",
Oceans we take sight,...greener pastures we stroll along,
How can I taste your sweetness?
When will I have you as a fuel in my lamp?
I guess writing your feelings in my heart,
Outro:
This is ANDERSON WALKINGSHOES....
Matrimonial seal our consolidation with angelic visitation,
Heaven then hails our glory with hope and laughter,
Day and night concludes our sojourn on the surface of greatness,
That's when death workouts its part with loneliness and weariness,
Feeding the belly of graves with our rotten vessel,
The names of success spoken slowly, enunciated with near perfection.
Begetters delighted while warriors of knowledge even prouder.
Frame the object with that pride, etched in bold colors of quested victory.
Intended to render focus where future awaits with her breath of betterment.
Render the mortar board square, keeping the gown smooth as the silk it resembles.
Shutterbugs will capture that smile of a thousand future memories.
A feastful celebration shared in public display, consuming all thoughts of ineptness.
Success is now official along with all cheers for you - the graduate.
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Written: 5/18/2016
Type: Prose Poetry
Contest: Any Poem You Ever Penned
Contest Sponsor: Broken Wings
Placement: 10th Place
My lips white I wilt beneath the gaze
Of the tyrant standing before me
With freedom on his lips
He wraps me in chains
And silences my very thought
So I chew my lip
Until blood drips off of my chin
Just one last act of defiance
Because I rolled with the circumstance
And I'm a born villain as a result
As I never lifted a finger to fight back
It was only in the twilight of rebellion
It was only as everything went dark
That I was blessed with the light of clarity
My inaction led to this moment
To this twisted tapestry that's quite a travesty
It was only when my freedoms were stolen
That I became liberated from my own chains
If only I had realized sooner
Perhaps my grand revelation would have helped
And as the world goes black at last
My ineptness fades into the pages of history
Electromagnetic Radiation
Secretly – unbeknownst to me – you were holding out a light
of hope for me to see, to reach for, to bask in, some day.
If I had only the foresight, the insight, the wisdom to
have seen, to believe could become a reality some day.
You were / are the Angel that held the light of my essence
in the palm of Your, hand, so gentle yet strong.
I am so SORRY that I sentenced to death, to the grave,
that flame of hope – that in my stupidity had extinguished.
The Mist in Decay
Into the quagmire of, into the swampy dregs of
aloneness have I relegated my soul, my spirit –
to become trapped inside a forest of putrefying
driftwood images – lost forever the potential
for love from, or to love and have that love be desired.
Love is now left to rot, in the black arms of Hell’s
icy embrace ( forever and a day ) because of my lack
of wisdom, my lack of faith – in myself, my desirability –
in your motives, your reasons for keeping me at bay,
for continually pushing me away.
I am so SORRY Moneca, for my lack of wisdom,
for my lack of faith in any kind of future,
in were you stated you wanted to go with me,
in my blindness, my stupidity, my ineptness,
my perceived / projected insecurities.
I am SORRY that in my stupidity, I believed
that what you constantly conveyed to me
throughout our time together
- expressed verbally and in your physical reactions
to my attempts at expressing affection for you –
would not be seen through the veil of blind love .
I am SORRY that I believed in what you said to me,
what I thought was a truth, was a reality, was my fate.
I am SORRY !, I am sorry that I could not see,
would not see, did not see.
Love
Bill .
B. J. “A” 2
October 6th 2007
Rising from the recollection of a yearning,
Pieces of me, broken and hurting
Spoiled by the risk of a lasting darkness,
Remembering the past with all its lostnesssss…
Rising from the impossibility of a smile,
Whispers of bleakness, futility
Spilling over my longings, my dreams,
Memories praying to be forgiven their despairing
Rising from the ineptness, the misery,
Doubts melting into the remembrance
Desperation revealed in pieces of uncertainties,
Distrust, reservations, pointlessness and absurdityyyy…
Rising from the past, the ancient history of hope,
Where I once lived, tender and innocent…
Until the melancholy grew rivers, rapidly rising fears
Dark and dreading – taking my peace, replacing it with battles
Falling black, like the clearest night without a star,
The faded dark, filled with disbelief and misgivings…
Rising from the heart, though…
I soon found the remembrance of a hope,
Lighting the way, promising and praising….
Remembering the way through doubt and confusion,
Eternal faith in the One who guides the reason,
The One who abides and brings a second chance to sayyyy….
Forever – He is Alive – He reminds me why…
Forever – I will smile – Because He is mine!