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The mind is an amazing key
With the right guidance words will trigger memories
From anger and rage to double personalities
Emotions will rise like the oceans tides
Your muscles will twitch with every cellular connection
Hurt, denial abandonment too
Like a looking glass into the past everything is a reflection of you
And not everything you see will be rosy and clean
Tears and overwhelming fears our bodies remember the slightest infraction
Our habits and beliefs play a major role too
Pain and suffering are a big part of what makes us do the things that we do
Without remorse or a second thought we push things to the back of our minds
But all through our lives we can feel something is just not right
We search for those answers like a child playing hide and seek
Sometimes we will get hints and images to help us remember and think
We’ll catch a glimpse from another life as it rises to the top
Like the coming attractions of new movies your mind plays them through the night
You’ll see your kids, wife and family but as soon as you zoom in to see you
Everything fades to white and suddenly your heart starts beating faster
All the rage and anger start rising up again
Each memory triggers another memory it’s a never ending process
And it’s not an easy path however when you consider the alternative
And you look at the life you have so far lead it is kind of like neo in the Matrix
Once you take that pill there is no going back.
You realize the program you’ve been following has been sabotaging you since birth
It’s a negative dysfunction that only supports your inevitable destruction
Debilitating thoughts that are is still playing from long, long ago
These idea’s became part of your core belief and it’s time to let them go!!..
Abusing yourself no longer serves you its time to learn how to heal
Gently open up your heart and allow people to help you feel
As I read my own words I envision a group of healers circling me with compassion
Each one in the there own way helping me to release these toxic fears
I’ve been poisoned by my own family from generation to generation
And I fought for years to stay positive but their abusive habits still affected me deeply
through their yelling, screaming and verbal attacks that numbed me in my years
I am uncertain what saved me but it could’ve been that angel I’d seen holding me dear
Form:
Crying Mercy
Hurled down the depth of a desolate ditch
By folks envious of my blazer to cloak,
To the lowest tide of despair, I`ve reached
And pace of my breath points to a heart stroke.
With sad clouds of stress stretching to the neck
Hardly I can eye sunshine in the sky
And the boat of my life seems to be wrecked
With the weight of rolling waves of deep sighs.
No more can I stroll for long on a beach,
Tread along the flank of a sloping hill,
Swim in the azure sea like a grey fish
Or taste the sweet joy of tilling the field.
O Good Lord, I pray for your compassion
To melt any guilt of mine from past lives,
And beseech your lenience for infraction
To any of your rules during my strife.
O Mighty Lord, I yearn for your mercy
To gaze at the shine of your divine light,
For your lenience I am ever thirsty,
I pray that you shore up my astral flight.
O Supreme Lord, I cry for your mercy
To bestow on me strength to quit this ditch,
Of your fatherly grace, make me worthy
That I may attain the shrine of your feet.
O Graceful Lord, I scream for your mercy
From the very depth of my pining heart,
All that I cherish is a humble lee
In your realm that I may serve you apart.
O Lord, I pray I`m released from this drain,
InflictIng upon me bodily pain,
That the celestial sky I may attain
Your humble servant ever to remain.
Once upon a most wonderful walk, a girl and her seven dogs
Shared an entirely spontaneous and ridiculously rude,
Yet delightfully playful social interaction.
To the dreary, disapproving outside world,
This may have looked rather unsightly,
Perhaps a broken, unspoken social rule,
Or some other confounded self-deprecating public infraction.
Did they not see how much fun by all was had?
The girl pondered why these precious moments were considered bad.
She couldn't understand why it sometimes seemed to make people mad.
She quite enjoyed it when, like now, between themselves,
Their masks eroded as they found their voices raised.
Better that than society's depravity and sickness,
Covert malady disguised as neutrality, a most maddening banality.
Not everyone can be what is considered well-behaved,
And some even enjoy the odd social rule being waved.
In all the excitement of their wild, unruly play,
Not one sign of intervention could be seen from the girl,
Once again, firmly in the middle of this most magnificent fray.
Briefly, all behaved like vagabonds, running amok the countryside.
As they rampantly roughhoused, unconcerned if conflict occasionally ensued.
Two beagles hurriedly fled, no doubt tracking a scent
As they furrowed through fields and frolicked far away.
The girl waved them off with a crooked smile,
Noting their exasperation with everyone's nonsense
Amidst the spicy wilderness for the fifth or maybe fifteenth time that day.
Upon their return to what was surely now a ruckus,
Curiously, they began to whisper; all slowly stopped and strained to listen
To each word, those beagles would so very softly say.
Dysregulation quickly and quietly became self-regulation;
Autonomy needs had been met, content they were truly free,
Not caring to remember what life without that used to be,
They collected themselves and merrily went upon their way
Sharing many pleasing walks this way, spontaneously breaking out into play,
Just a girl with ADHD and her seven so precious rescue dogs,
Yet not one of them ever did stop or spend a single moment in wonder,
How anyone could ever consider kindness and cooperation
Over cruelty and control, the makings of a potent social blunder?
In the court of public opinion
I am just an average minion
I've seen so much abuse
Quite tempting to be a recluse
Among our political division
Red, White and Blue is receding
perpetual sarcastic incisions
promoting further divisions
I understand the stakes
and the great restraint it takes
just don't let your call to action
encourage further infraction
Peaceful protest is our right
Destruction of property
Only adds to blight
multiplying citizens fright
Of all the wars perpetrated
brother against brother
at all costs, should be abated
when that hate is germinated
You become your enemy
regurgitated
I understand the stakes
and the great restraint it takes
just don't let your call to action
encourage further infraction
RED WHITE AND BLUE
We Love You
125wd
I ain't gonna brag, boast, blab...,
lest yours truly suffers demise from backstab,
resignedly taking wheel of our automobile
donning, (but NOT trumpeting)
role as taxi cab
shuttling the missus, (she effusively glad)
to medical appointment
me, the obliging husband
in order for this mister former cad,
debt, now an ordinary dude dad,
who upon snaking, crab
like sighing, shimmying, scooching...
thru bumper to (rubber
baby buggy) bumper drab
morning commute, which
snail's pace spurred shoutout, via ab
dom men null controlled app
designed by A. Habb,
which homonym identical
sound of descendent, sans faint jab,
asper fictitious Capt'n of Pequod
at sea vis a vis
if forced to snatch macadam landgrab
all the while aye spent gab
bing maintaining mindful outlook
for aggressive drivers,
whose cold icy stare
felt akin to painful jab
methought best not to "flip the bird"
subsequently get rushed
to emergency medical lab
avoided, cuz aye hapt tubby vigilant
for brazen drivers, plus additionally
keeping keen eye for police ready to nab
speed demons (mailer or female) even nawab
receiving citation for traffic infraction
and if repeat offender sent to rehab
with license revoked,
nonetheless a slight stab
of anxiety as appointment time elapsed
indicated by built in digital clock
no matter arriving after 7:45 am time
my de facto role as chauffeur,
the wife would disfrock,
but fortunately excuse, sans gridlock
did not necessitate need
us to return at later date, thus no knock
kin wind out figurative sails, hence
circumstance did not
find me laughingstock,
thus any consideration, asper myself
resorting to quaffing hemlock
unnecessary honorable sacrifice,
that versus engaging in lethal warlock
additionally compromising private uber
to give spouse coveted lyft.
Lying against the floor,
The faces I love stood upon me,
Hypnotised by images that I adore,
The brightest of light envelopes the scenery,
Gazing against gravity as I evaporate,
An intense emotion submerged,
A vibration noticed, it escalates,
Espied my last scene as blankness emerged,
No thought racing, being of nothing,
An unexplainable clarity encapsulating,
Away I travelled, swiftly morning turned dark,
The blackness enroute with flickering of white dots,
Not of stars and outer space but of beings,
Lights of lives and love in existence, gleaming,
Beautiful and serene, dots turns into lines,
Appearing faster than light, slower than time,
A destination unknown as white lines merged,
Into a ceiling of infinite white void,
As my being enters and converged,
Understood that nothing is ever destroyed,
All kept and nourished, an awakened state,
Not of new start, nor of cleaning slate,
Comprehension of the divinity through infinity,
A mirror stood upon a cloudy float,
An image appeared into its vicinity,
Of nothingness in a cosmic abode,
Familiar noticing only an anxious flood,
Of serenity and an intimate connection,
By the invisible and not by blood,
A resonance of divine affection.
Align in front of a reflection,
Of my life's past and creation,
Every emotions felt at once, physical infraction,
Spiritual guidance of self in fractions,
Knowing reverberated across nothingness,
While views come towards a blurry haze,
Clouded, vision slowly dissipating into oneness,
Then nothing and forgotten. A tiny light turn to my gaze.
Slipping into an unknown brightness, a return,
Out into the cold, wet and of blurred sight, a yearn,
A strange feeling as my cries shrouded by the unknown.
Another life, again as my own.
Fariq Yusoff
2nd December 2015
I always wanted two slices of ice cube pie
“You only get one”, was the standard reply.
I don’t know why I did
But since I was a kid
It was my favorite treat on the Fourth of July.
The pastry is known by all our relations
Since the recipe’s passed down for generations.
Every bite you’ll savoir
Exceptional flavor
But remember, don’t settle for imitations
Long ago, my great Aunt tried experiments
By leaving out one of the ingredients.
Once Uncle took a bite
He stared out in fright
And barely survived that bad experience.
My oldest son, Johnny became quite wise
He grew up like the others, before our eyes.
His passion for confection
Was a gainful connection
When he opened the first ice cube pie franchise.
Soon after that, we made our first million
And played in the sun with friendly Brazilians.
But to our surprise
We saw ice cube pies
On bamboo platters next to our pavilion
Right away we knew this was an infraction
Without delay our family took action.
We found a private eye
Who loved our ice pie
But his research left him broken in traction.
It was apparent to us that that kind of job
Was endorsed by the brutal ice cube pie mob.
But we didn’t frown
Or give up and back down
We were going to prevail; oh, yes siree, Bob!
With a meeting of minds we gathered resources
And then undersigned the following courses.
To make sure our ices
Sold at cut-rate prices
To knock competition off its high horses.
So back at the shop we assembled platoons
To build enough pies to reach to the moons.
And made plenty dough
That allowed us to mow
Down the cube racket’s, knuckle dragging goons.
We now manage an ice cube pie monopoly
Sales started smooth, but then turned choppily.
So we eased the frustration
With another vacation
But guess what we saw in downtown Mexicali?!
Elvin and Leroy were baseball players
From the time they were six years old
And best friends since the early days
A million baseball stories to be told
Their entire lives had been consumed
By the game of baseball which they
Played together all through school
Then pro-***** league as Blue Jays
Even in retirement baseball was key
Games at the ball park and on the t.v.
Indeed – it was a sad day when Elvin
Passed away from a cardio infraction
Poor Leroy was hurt and felt so alone
He had always had Elvin by his side
And now without – was totally thrown
Unable to handle that Elvin had died
Leroy missed Elvin so much that he
Kept talking to him – always his plea
“Please let me know how you’re doing
So I can quit all my silly brooding”
But nothing – no answer from Elvin
Until late one night – in the kitchen
Leroy was talking - asking his friend
For a message – some sign to be sent
Leroy was sitting at the table and
Heard Elvin so asked – “that you man”
Without hesitation the voice of Elvin
Clear as day – “It’s me – good friend”
Leroy was both shocked and ecstatic
He started talking and then did ask
About baseball in heaven – and Elvin
Said – “Leroy – it really is heaven”
“They got baseball everywhere and
You should see the fields and parks
Just like we used to dream and plan
And got beautiful lights after dark”
“That is wonderful news” – said Leroy
“Wonderful – is there any bad news”
Elvin began tentatively – “well old boy
There is some bad news I brought you”
“What bad news - Elvin ” – Leroy asked
“Tell me – whatever - be what it might “
So Leroy started slow then said it fast
“Elvin - you’re pitchin’ tomorrow night”
Daylight breaks as the mind wakes upon first breath
and swallows the punctual death of yesterday spent.
Intent now lies in the present of foreseen fading time,
just a mime a moment forward of the words we utter,
of cluttering acts we will our bodies to wonder through,
blindly we pursue the pleasures of our probing intellect
and inject our pulsing veins with poison’s vigor.
Of past pains kept we gain nothing but a taunt trigger cocked,
shocked at our own suffering unlocking lived lies
we see through slits that were once open eyes of ripe
as if a clay pipe in the petrified hands of others to hold…
cautiously controlled…a mould that meets infraction.
I lay back… smoke the cigar of sensations,
deeply cracked I find the cures I’ve been craving…
a kind of meditation in my own revelations of real
as the mind’s wheel turns my burning brain against shame
I feel…
and the game of blame ingests the same that is me.
Silently we disagree with our own visions and voices
of choices chosen by the ideals of what we’ve been
as though we have gainly grown insane by future’s unknown
we exist as calculating clones drowning in droves,
flashing our fabricated fears in circumstances self born…
torn apart by past pains kept.
We are adept by the tools of fool’s lost flame
as we proclaim in promises that we love the truth,
in ruth reality we want to believe that which we love is true,
a brew of heart’s tricks often mastered by disillusion
a failed fusion of thought’s want and need…
and we bleed…
by past pains kept we are turmoiled in trouble’s clutch
like rotating winds of repetitive failures forlorn..
touch it…break it…
you will see…
it is nothing but self born.
When flashing red lights engulfed my rear view,
I actually cussed, which I rarely will do.
Hastened to consider my excuse rather quick,
I needed a story to make this not stick.
“Good morning officer” in an innocent way.
He asked was I, “In a big hurry today?”
I rambled some nonsense on writing a book.
But, I saw that familiar raised-eyebrow look.
That’s when these words began spilling out.
I said, “I’ve a theory, here’s what it’s about;
It seems the world can be slowed down by one
inconsiderate person out driving for fun.
If they caused a physician a ten-minute delay,
then ten with appointments become late that day.
Those ten could pass on ten minutes each,
to ten other people whom they were to reach.
A hundred now affected by one driver’s hands.
Are you starting to see how this theory expands?
So, I thought to myself, if this theory were true,
then I should speed up, as a courtesy to you.
I was merely attempting to do something great,
to enable those following me not to be late.”
With a stoic little grin he replied, “That makes sense.
I completely understood your logical defense.”
I anxiously asked, “Does that mean a warning?”
He said, “Not after what you’ve taught me this morning.
The reason is simple, my shift ends at four.
My wife will have a honey-do list on the door.
If I could delay her ten minutes I’d enjoy
a cold drink relaxing in my new lazy-boy.
According to your theory, that’s easy to do,
just slow someone down; I’m starting with you!”