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CALIBER:
Burn out the news,
If you think of it being new.
The talk of what I've been through,
Doesn't appear as truth.
It's a risky deal for you.
I'm seeing it with few,
To be an unimaginable conceptualised deal.
Back in our younger days,
Where we just trap to efface.
Something I never accept to taste.
People call me lame of shame,
For I choose to be myself in the game.
Smoking, killing, robbing never my aim.
Wasn't part of reasons why I came.
I get a different plan all the same,
With my red eyes picturing my lane.
Impressing nobody, fear not to be sane.
Go ahead and shoot me Mr. Sake of fame.
What gets me stronger is an undying flame,
Unlimitedly causing magnificence,
Born out of intellectuality walled by faith.
This citation proves my legitimacy on slate.
As I stand by personal competence to be awake,
To clearly elaborate minds laid on await.
At the end we all will be clinged by conjugate.
And our spines will elevate,
Causing a tremendous change to propagate.
No suicide, fratracide would be in minds.
And every heart will show some kind,
Only for that goal to be held as one.
When the table serve some wine,
We then say a good deal is done.
But hold on some minute,
Maybe you're actually not getting it.
Well, Some also might be lost to think,
Especially those folks diregarding this.
This is a reality defining who I am.
I don't go contrary to the norm.
That's going wayward or doing wrong,
Because I don't forget where I'm from.
And I throw no stones to those who conform,
To the system that corrupts.
It's their choice,and I'm informed.
In my circle do I not stay common,
Assertively taking refuge in a dungeon,
Protected by Judah's Greatest Lion.
On him do I forever rely on.
My strength and happiness,
Sourced from his greatness.
Placing me at the top to be fearless.
What then could make my life baseless?
I'm brave and earnest.
Withstanding against pellets,
Discharged to cause breakdowns,
Against my life anyhow.
In fact, this is really detrimental.
Yet, I modify it willfully to be topical.
Funny how the narration goes,
I don't care about it though .
I stay keenly to achieve my goals..
Strictly do I hate to oppose.
And thank God my ambitions is not disclosed,
For my worth to be blemished the most.
Yes,I'm Anderson Walkingshoes!
I'm strong, determined and bold.
So you're gifted
A wordsmith enchantress verb mistress
Gifted
Like the nouns and adjectives I find
are new and shiny
Unique
Unlike any other human on this planet
Who'd otherwise not have found em
But
for I
This term gifted
I dont take on as a description of mine.
Please use that term loosely when describing and defining
What
you hope to fit
My body and mind
I am a simple human
With very basic lines
Including some adverbs
that may or may not rhyme
Why do my feelings of
unseen questionable misery
Seem glamorous
To the blind eyes and woke minds
If my emotional blabber is skill
Why don't I feel this talent
Let alone see it as mine
I've seen my reflection
I've read my work
I've sung songs I wrote
They were undefinable until I gave them letters and words to speak. . Sometimes, when I read them aloud, I choke on the unchecked sleeping pieces of me now
Healing darkness that light awoke. Still sometimes I don't see
the presents I have to give
I seldom look through large openings
I've been getting better with each days passing
Though
I feel I may not be using 100% of my intellectuality when it comes to
Acknowledgment of all the gifts
I have yet to unwrap,
See
without
A clear view and perspective of self
I will never believe I am full of talent
As much as I hear it from the few
Lately, I've gotten a lot better at
seeing myself through
My eyes with a clear view
Some days, I'm surprised
It took me this long
To recognize I have a place and it's not inside alone like a recluse
forbidden from seeing gifts I produce
It's within the letters that make words
Creating sentences about experiences some share relatability to
There is meaning in each piece
Through openings
A view I now see
May hold truth
Monseigneur Reygus Hameltus—defrocked priest and sorcerer of the black
arts; epiphany of evil and master of debauchery.
He looks among his minions with a grim bearded countenance
and piercing beady eyes with a distinct grimace of utter revulsion.
As the full moon rises and arches in the evening sky . . .
Reygus Hameltus menacingly stands by.
Once a famous devout and humble priest of medieval times,
he was a biblical scholar and factotum of great intellectuality.
His walk and conversion to the dark side
mirrored his frustration with God himself;
Reygus Hameltus felt that God had deserted him
and no longer cared to listen to him.
With this . . . and losing faith
he turned to the Devil, the ultimate corrupter of the human soul.
As the full moon rises and arches in the evening sky . . .
Reygus Hameltus menacingly stands by.
As Reygus Hameltus assumed his apostleship in evil,
every ounce of goodness and spiritual greatness
left his body and soul in good measure.
He murdered and raped, cajoled and lied,
and brought deception and reeked destruction
on all who crossed his path and his disciples no less.
As the full moon rises and arches in the evening sky . . .
Reygus Hameltus menacingly stands by.
But it should be said that all evil one day runs its course.
And when the good people of Montserrat fought back and answered in kind . . .
Monseigneur Reygus Hameltus — black arts sorcerer and his witches’ coven
suffered the eternal vengeance and wrath of God
and were banished to the Devil’s Kingdom forever—faraway from mankind!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved - August 13, 2014
(Free Verse)
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Do you see me? or do your eyes see me?-
Does your brain see right through me?.. Can you analyze my anonymity?
If you do, please don't refer to me as your majesty,
I'm just a gifted child whose ideas surge rapidly...
Now, don't be scared, just a lost soul with ideas i can't bare,
thoughts i can't share
because your mind will never posses the power to care.
Lost- like your intellectuality,
your potential is scarce; you have the power... it just needs to be aired.
Now when you sit there-alone, what do you do?
Does your brain speak for you?
or does it simply act for you?
Your human instinct tells your brain that you are emotionally unstable, now stop-relax.
Ideas will surge and get altered,
but you-you will still remain.
"Energy can never be created nor destroyed."
A phrase that lures you away from the ideas they want you to avoid-a form of death-the assassination of the elements you should exploit, only to further your own mental joy.
Life created your light, now live on... go pursue what you think is right.
Don't overthink and never be so uptight,
just know it is a luxury-only for those that are willing to fight.
Be wise and don't swallow everything your eyes have to buy,
you will eventually realize the powers of the human mind, but what's its worth
if you don't see it as a prize?
For your light will always shine,
and your soul will never die.
You are the durable energy created-sculpted- going against the powers of destruction.
Messed up room and untouched books ariled by dust,
Branded cards specially bought
To bring out yips,
Last year’s Questions
Cut-short by hazards,
Next day’s paper
To prove the intellectuality in us.
Gabfest few minutes and
Gambling with the Joker for few hours,
A priori minds
And the counterattack,
A checkmate came after
When we realized
Only a night left thereafter.
Tension free four noetic minds
Held back for the bid,
Contributions pulled together
For the set paper to reach us.
Selected essay types and unsorted small questions -
Difficulty aroused to find out the answers
For the latter ones.
A yawning start and pages on count
Serious four minds
Now settled to start with the easygoing ones.
A Night-tea break and counting the part left
A great deal to follow, Unlaxed mood yet.
Cut-shorts answers on the way to close
Six month’s at one night
Now to face a three hours of fight.
Smiling four faces and head surging legion
Final bell rang and papers distributed.
Eye balls bulged out,
Heads started to itch,
Last night bid paper
Appeared a son of a b(i)tch.
Experienced four minds
Now to prove their intellectuality –
They followed the same old tricks.
Mugged up answers allotted
To the questions appeared from the same chapter,
Few were filled up
By their inborn self author.
Three hours to end
And we finished an half before,
We just followed the same old theory trick
Never leave the field blank
Or else to choke.
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Sweet surrenderI amparalyzedwith dazzling joy – feeling lively.
Sweet surrenderI ammergedwith transparency; purity of faith.
Simplicity of Two fusion heartsuncovering the sinking thirst, pain, and blind spotsshapingus a Cozy oysterOn the way to our exponentialcourtship into the eleventh dimension.
Enamored of intellectuality, warmhearted caress, gravitational intensityTime desists whenholding each other organicallyoncampus
Listen! One one-thousand, two one-thousand, three one-thousandI heara home port in his heart for me
Sweet surrenderIrresistible, longest surprising, consciously evolvingchampion plannerDevoted blue eyes shining froth
He welcomes me –home
Sweet surrender
DEVINE PARENTAGE:
Praise be unto JEHOVAH!
The GOD who has no rootage,
And no one knows his lineage.
His holiness is basically not a heritage,
And His divinity spiritually holds a mileage,
Which is affirmed with a homage.
Praise be unto JEHOVAH!
The GOD who is a perpetual Mother...
A good Mother full of honour,
Whose breastmilk carries power,
Nourishing Her offsprings with brainpower.
Her eternal nurturing for them is without a cessation.
Her intellectuality is with perfection.
Her heart beats with compassion,
Forgiving them of their transgressions.
And saving them from destructions.
Praise be unto JEHOVAH!
The GOD who is an everlasting father...
A Father who really loves his children.
His heart is a fine accommodation,
Providing them food and protection.
He advices and motivates them with affection,
Making His fatherhood based on confection,
So that He chooses no to consign.
And in Him do the children confine,
As He makes their life so fine.
Yes,JEHOVAH is a Mother...,
Yes,JEHOVAH is a Father...,
His parenthood overwhelms.
And He rules in all realms,
Because,the universe dwells in his hands.
And with His rulership,no one can withstand.
Perception is alluding or even amply deceptive,
people may seem very strange and so delusive
in the interaction with sophisticated society:
where the norm is to display intellectuality
in the way they dress, the way they speak;
God help them when personal secrets leak,
will they expose their unflinching character?
I suggest all remain true to their valued ideals,
and despite the possible derision from peers
not brought up with a strict criteria of morals,
it won't make anyone feel less than an individual:
who has made an effort to stand out from all?
Figure out who'll be enraged and criticized!
Consider the fragility of spirit not reassured by self-worth,
but firmly strengthened by strong temptation and want;
the accumulation of riches without the value they impart,
pile up mountains of it only to show their immense wealth!
One of the richest men that ever existed pondered upon this,
hoping that his chosen heirs would be shrewd and not squander it
for some wits, but managed it wisely remembering his many sacrifices:
would they honor it with the certainty, not with the fear it wouldn't last?
Instant cognition
Of the entirety
Defying delineation
By the i-dentity
The seeming paradox
Is imaginary
Bemusing the wily fox
Addicted to imagery
The subtle dimension
Is indivisible
Its rendition
Impossible
Expansion of consciousness
Cognising oneness & unity
Of the That awareness
Is beyond grasp of feeble intellectuality
So awareness just silently observes
Indulgence of he who once knew but forgot
And though it wishes to embrace & serve
For the moment, it cannot
Such is the path of our pathless sojourn
All we need to do is to undo, to erase
Egoic negativity, yet strangely we choose to burn
Man’s self inflicted pain never ceases to amaze
The instruments that are meant to serve
By paying them over attention
Have been pampered more than they deserve
Even in obituaries only they are mentioned!
This mayic illusion
Denying our wellness, completeness
We may instantly end the confusion
By humbly meditating in stillness
To be one with the oneness
As always, with divine assistance
03-November-2020
From the Heart
Comes all reality, not reasoned, boring intellectuality.
Banal theorems, dusty old rules, none serve life effectively.
We are human beings with hearts that need tending.
Sensitivity to our blossoming souls need human gardening.
Love is the most potent force for us all.
Not meaningless awards and sheepskins decorating our wall!
Less arrogance, less using others to climb to the top.
No harming others or their property, this all, has to immediately stop!
No, "I count so much more than you!"
As you see this has created a hateful,ignorant, destructive zoo.
From the warmth of our heart is where we must indeed live.
No longer seeking to take, but to without reservation,give!
June 27,2020
5pm PST
Poem # 1317