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Who initially determined what is good and what is bad? What to think, and what not to ask? Why the hell doesn't anyone else voice more questions like that? Why are most people sheep that get caught up In Corruption, which evokes disturbances within their DNA that promotes external long-lasting destruction?
These polluted ideas the media sinisterly pumps, the more their smile turns, the more ours become a less innocent one. False power increases with the more sheep they recruit to herd. The evil Shepards of the dark world know weak minds hang on to their every word. I wonder if those sheeple know they have a choice. You can follow the crowd or find your inner voice.
I, like many at a young age, was drilled with the notion you must obey. You can't have that until you do this. You shouldn't say that, God doesn't like disrespectful dirty kids. Taught to be someone I was not and never understood the power of self-thought. Growing in age it's become more clear, everything I was taught was based on someone else's fear. It's these false mantras that have traveled many bloodlines through. It's all the lies our ancestors passed onto us, that I promise you are not true. We don't need a life guidebook to abide by.
The way we choose to live and think is a choice, that should be yours or mine. No social standard or trend will dictate what I do. I will not join the crowd of following people who have no real clue. If you don't break the cycle of doing what they tell us to, then you will never be free from the chains of past ancestral curses and people's fears bestowed on you. I'm choosing to think thoughts of my own and feel things as I should and not the way I was told. It's not going to happen overnight. These are years and years of words I have to rewrite.
Grab a hold of YOUR life, you have the power of choice. Don't forget when you speak to use your voice.
Morris Jackson “Mo” Brooks
To a senate race looks;
Trump has rescinded,
Chances now ended?
Katie Britt
Makes my teeth grit.
Oh well, God bless her,
Shelby successor.
Mike Durant
Vote issue, recants
Some say reversal
Endorsement rehearsal
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*Mo Brooks, a sitting U.S. representative from Alabama's 5th congressional district, is taking a run at the senate seat being vacated by Richard Shelby's retirement. Early on, he was critical of Donald Trump, and also vocal in his agreement with Mike Pence that the election could not be overturned. For this, he may suffer the wrath of Alabama voters through a barrage of political attack ads from Katie Britt, his main opponent until Mike Durant, a later entry in the race, started surging.
*Katie Britt formerly clerked for Richard Shelby, who is retiring from a long-time career as a U.S. senator from Alabama. She's carefully positioned herself as a Trump conservative through a blitz of ads covering Mo Brooks' early criticisms of Trump. Her voice seems very "affected" on her commercials...
*Mike Durant is running for U.S. Senator for Alabama to replace Richard Shelby. Initially, clearly indicated we needed to "move on" when asked about 2020 campaign fraud. Now that Trump has rescinded his endorsement of Mo Brooks, appears to be reversing his former position. Speculation is that he's "simping" for a nod from Trump...
They're smiling leniently don’t be silly
You can’t be apolitical these days
I’m smiling back I don’t trust them initially,
It doesn’t fall under a criminal offence
I’m fascinated by the incongruous lines
Just look at those familiar shapes, distorted
The early cubist paintings make them shine
Not blindingly, but just how you would want it
Ambiguous light of green and brown hues
Strict and fastidious lines, this is my politics
No one’s deprived, humiliated or abused
You’re in your favorite chair watching pics
It’s a spiritual job, not quite a passive leisure
Those pictures move in time can’t stay the same
They grow on you without any measure
Until your mind will get the best of frame
You hang out in the school of old escapers
The shooters cannot see us with their drone
Tomorrows ash deploy yesterdays papers
Don’t ask of yesterdays old girls – all gone.
I feel the spirit of humanity
within the collective beat of Man's heart.
Theologically, Man's soul is an
intangible eternal counterpart.
I sense Man's struggle to be civilized,
but the animal within can't be tamed.
Evil is a corruptive influence
that schemes for control but is never named.
I fear the shared brutality of Man
and the pain He is willing to inflict.
Despite Man's construct of God, He believes
it's His right to contritely contradict.
I see humanity outside the box,
where spirituality is achieved.
The potential for Faith's accomplishments
is more than Man initially believed.
When someone we love dies…it’s as if in our life there’s been a theft
like they’ve been stolen from us…and memories are all we have left.
Initially our feelings clash when we realize what’s at stake…
We’re happy for the memories we’ve made…
Sad for the ones we’ll never make.
At times it seems unbearable…other times a little scary
knowing that as long as we are living…this is a burden we will carry.
Then over time we come to understand…each day a little more
how sadness does not last forever…and what our memories are for.
We begin to remember those we lost with joy…and though their presence we still lack…
We see the memories we have as one small way
for a moment…
to bring them back.
And the heavy burden seems a little lighter…as each memory formulates…
because we realize we’re filled with memories…and memories carry no weight.
Making it easier to understand…why our memories are made
How our loved one may have vanished from our life
but their memories will never fade.
January twelfth two thousand and ten
October seventh two thousand eighteen
and again August fourteenth,
two thousand and twenty one
witnessed near annihilation and destruction
of the Haitian nation,
(especially courtesy first and third aforementioned)
whereby countless/ nameless individuals
e’en the strongest Herculean type men
crushed by humungous slabs of building facades
practically demolishing every creation
since this island settled,
which indigenous tribes initially sought safety
in any geologic den
seeking solace and salvation
from wrath of nature
by paying obeisance via oblation,
perhaps giving credence
to clear water in tandem with rooster and hen
that laid a golden egg, especially
as encroaching savages affected violation
particularly when Europeans
foisted forfeiture of land
with primitive implement like pen
no matter that travesty, trickery, mockery,
et cetera wrought humiliation
pleading invaders to forsake such actions
rent asunder culture beseeched divine force
argh inhumane brutish, nasty and (shortish)
simians (compared to 21st century Homo sapiens)
refused to cease desecration,
yet the peoples of this dominion
rose from the ashes like the phoenix like bird
no matter genetic pool
underwent white washing from scouring influx
from western thumping proselytizers,
which alien beliefs hard to swallow like curd
and basically bribery (with lustrous trinkets)
and those coveted legal tender bucks
foisted/ forced the unpleasant alternative
(wanton slaughter) to be clearly heard,
yet within the very fiber of tropical mangrove
persons patiently lined up their ducks
as intimated by this aging hippy type nerd,
and declared as the first
African American peoples spurred
INDEPENDENCE to be the word
whence adulation, elation, inspiration
akin to the sound winged fowl clucks
until the onset of one after another major earthquake
rendered land of high mountains
(crafted from Taíno language)
into jumble of utter annihilated smithereens.
After papa succumbed
to congestive heart failure
October 7th, 2020 yours truly
neglected fulfilling promised score.
I did shirk maintaining bond
with youngest sister
who when a boy especially fond
regarding said sibling
whereat myself and and Shari Todd
played cat and mouse
chasing each other to pond
necessitating both of us to traverse
wooded thicket simultaneously
waving our magic wand.
Boyhood of mine chock full of memories
framing me and most favorite playmate
requiring keen eye to distinguish
one scrawny little lad no one would debate
impossible mission to discern
thirty three month age difference,
cuz we appeared to naked eye
as identical twins.
Flickering images of yesteryear
pepper memory faculty where
froze frieze in time
trigger an errant tear
trickling down cheek,
when impish gonif nsync
with me comprised pair
of inseparable Harris offspring
in sum re: portrayed analogy
likened to everyday idyllically kleer
pitch perfect courtesy
weatherman/woman maker engineer.
Our late father though cremated
would if alive furrow ashen brow
aware how Matthew Scott remiss
and no longer doth bother
(essentially incommunicado between
himself and kid sister
ever since she left home
at age seventeen)
for greener pastures,
which meadow (for success -
defined as transcending
her inherent limitations)
sowed the seeds
of her life reaped with utmost
plentitude of hardihood.
Her sixty first birthday
arrives six days from today
(October eleventh two thousand
and twenty two) - decades spanned
with nary acknowledgement
expressed courtesy sole brother manned
existence floundering like a fish
in treacherous waters
barely gasping breath
as he felt afflicted with chronic anxiety
emotionally whipsawed hither and yon
to and fro across
unwritten pages of his life.
Yours truly attests feeling aghast
once upon a time resorting
to self starvation initially omitting breakfast
subsequently forgoing every meal
prepubescence witnessed absent enthusiast
for livingsocial hence,
my death I chose to forecast
fortunately no coroner
called to perform autopsy inquest
about which severe
psychological suicidal ambition I jest.
PRECOCIOUS IMAGES
power
to astonish
primped& glistening
closely engraved
in a
narcissistic
preciousness
subtle
laced with
arrogance
substantial
boasts
engaging conceit
in structured
fantasticals
initially
an
aptitude for colour
in a
complex tangle
touchingly
inscribed
with a typical
contemplation
of
startlingly
delight
with
prodigious
curiosity
which
lingers
in the mind
so
palpable &
infectious
in
subtle
ingenuity
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
I still have a child in me
To play with my pupils in year three
I taught them how to make paper airplanes
To enjoy my art class in our best we can
I first instructed them to make some folds
To release and fly with a careful hold
Initially, I made my own nice example
The biggest origami of paper plane sample
I threw it into the air with so much care
They cheered loudly on my flair
I was wondering where it’ll end up
Too fortunate, it landed on my pupil’s lap.
In this activity, they got the moral of the day-
To dream is to set a clear goal on their life’s way
In their best effort, they must follow their goal
To succeed and never regret at all
I further explained during my class
To fold paper, careful planning is a must.
In throwing paper airplanes into the air
Takes great focus and control so it won’t land anywhere
It needs determination to follow their dream
Then pray fervently directing their heart to HIM
I added: my big plane went fast into your direction
That’s my huge dream...to help you reach your ambition
Aug. 30, 2022 4.09pm
For 39 years I learned from the students with Autism I was teaching.
and the most important lesson I learned…by far
was how the true greatness of a person can be judged
by how they treat those they see as different…who to them seem a little bizarre.
When we would leave the safety of our classroom and venture into the community
many times we were faced with anger…with prejudice and bigotry.
With an anger fueled by fear strangers would walk up to me and say,
“Those people don’t belong in here..please…take them away.”
But the more I faced such animosity…the more I felt compelled
not only to teach my students about the world…
but to teach the world about my students as well.
I knew education was important to both worlds…for it is no mystery
how ignorance leads to fear…fear to prejudice…and prejudice to bigotry.
I knew understanding who a person is…the reasons for what they say and do…
is the key…initially to tolerance…and eventually acceptance too.
I knew by bringing two worlds together…when the educating is done…
we reach a point where we realize…we are not two worlds…but one.
And with a little understanding and compassion one world is where we co-exist…
where no one should ever be disparaged…belittled…or dismissed.
Our world is made up of people who are different from us…differences we cannot hide…but when we take the time to learn about each other…to look beyond our differences…we can see the human beings inside.
Allowing my students to experience my world…was my goal…my desire…my aim
and I discovered the more people who learned about my students…
the more accepting they became.
Perhaps that is something to remember……
as our country continues highlighting all our differences…
as we continue to argue..to fight…to spar…
How the true greatness of a nation can be judged
by how it treats those who they see as different…
who to them seem a little bizarre.