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Sometimes I want nothing more than to sit and watch you sleep.
The sound of your steady breathing soothes my heart.
Your tiny fist curled under your stubborn little chin.
A reminder of your father whom you resemble so much.
Sometimes you sigh and I wonder what you dream.
A silky curl of hair lies caressing your pudgy cheek.
Recipient of heavenly angel’s kisses before you came to me.
A blessing and suprise you were given to me to protect.
To love and raise up in the image of our true Father.
A difficult task and I feel I’m not up to the challenge.
But I try everyday and sometimes I succeed only to fail.
But your fearless spirit and irascible smile they heal me.
Lead me on to another day another chance to do it right.
A soul sent down from above to mix with genomes and chromosomes.
Spin out and form a wonder in my body nestled under my ribs.
Cherish him the heart cries, teach him the brain declares.
Save him the warrior inside commands and I am overwhelmed.
Until a firm voice enters in and sets things to right.
I will cherish him, I will teach him, I will save him He says.
It is the voice of the One, the Alpha and the Omega, The I am.
Your duty is to be his mother, his confidante, his shelter.
You will provide him sustenance and love and be his guide.
Show him the way, lead him to me for you are all my children.
This is my son as well as yours I gave him to you to keep for me.
One day I will call him back and you will be ready to let go.
He is a part of my plan, my army, my missionaries and my design.
I hear these words and they frighten me, he is MY son.
But I hear the truth in them as well and am burdened with sadness.
With dawning realization I discover that your smile, your laugh.
They are glimpses of heaven and the master plan is clear to me.
With guidance, support and love you will fulfill your destiny.
I carried you inside me, nourished you and cared for you.
Yet you do not belong solely to me. You have a higher goal.
Perhaps you will dance or teach or fight against bitter odds.
But whatever cause you undertake I will be with you there.
Never alone for the bond can not be broken by earthly measures.
And that no matter when or why I should show no hesitance.
For I know that I will always be with you wherever you go.
And for now while you are my sweet baby, you are mine.
Form:
We star it off with Ben Franklin,
American renaissance man,
whose industry and sharp wit
made him the richest in the land.
Lived out an American dream
before the country ever was,
entertained with his writings and
helped discover scientific law.
Pushed hard for independency
and helped form the Declaration,
then served us diplomatically
to get help for the new nation.
His writings still offer wisdom
that is useful to this day,
a man quite worthy of study,
even spoke against keeping slaves.
Then of course there is John Adams,
an irascible, difficult type,
but a bulldog for our freedom,
no matter the British might.
Maybe his greatest contribution
came after his reelection loss,
he didn’t war, cling to power,
Adams honorable went off
into a long retirement
where he wrote down wisdom sage,
his letters to Jefferson
are a gift to every age.
For choosing honor above power,
founding a family that served,
I think learning from his example
is something that he has earned.
Jefferson is also in the ranks,
the Declaration his finest feat,
a mind that truly understood
what it took to make men free.
Not a perfect soul at all,
he never did free his slaves,
but his words of ‘Life and Liberty’
began the countdown to that day.
The Louisiana Purchase
opened a new and vast frontier,
he said to fear a church and state,
wisdom that we still hold dear.
The man’s massive book collection
became the Library of Congress,
now the largest in the world,
I think we all can learn from this.
James Madison we owe so much,
the Constitution’s driving force,
foundation for a nation that
would known tyranny no more.
A brain that recognized the need
to put great limits on power,
would come to push the Bill of Rights,
our government’s finest hour.
What he wrote in The Federalist
is studied by serious minds
for setting out firm principles,
applicable to any time.
And though his time as president
was a checked span at best,
he’s the Constitution’s father,
to that fact we should all attest...
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
transmitted trashy talks
(partially presented pablum pertaining
particularly - president ***** (PAC -
phallic action cum mitt tee)
portfolio playboy philandering)
baneful boorish boastful bullheaded
Brobdingnagian beastie boy balks.
conspicuously cavalierly crudely curtly
cavorts, capitulating, claiming,
championing crying chauvinistic
concupiscence, coital cupidity caul
king crooked cowboy cakewalks.
Donald daringly, dastardly, defiantly,
demonstrably, deplorably, deprecatingly,
devilishly, divinely dumbfounded,
duplicitously desultory, debauched, duckwalks.
eccentric effrontery, egregiously enervating,
excitedly exculpatory, extremely evil eyestalk.
"fake," faultily fervently fiendishly flagrant
fool, frightful.
gaffe galling, gamesome gawker, generating
gerrymandering.
harboring hectoring heinously hellishly
hideously horrendously horrible hulk.
ignominious illicit ilk, imbecilic immodest
immoral impetuous, impishly impudent,
incarcerate, incinerate indecently, indecorous,
iniquitous, intently intolerant, irascible
irksome, itching ii incite iv iiiiii ix intercourse izards.
jowly jackass jackdaw jackknifing jaywalking
jumping jerk, jilting jinn.
knowingly keeping kryptonite, kinky Kardashian
kvetches, kris kringle ken kool, kissing kitty,
kosher kumquats kippered, k-nine kooky korps,
kowtowing ku klux klan kinsfolk.
legal leafstalk lawlessly locked, lacerated,
lambasted, languished lost lively lust,
limped, legal levity limited.
menfolk made macho mission. many moons
monthly mandate marked maybe mars,
mercurial maladroit monkey manumission modified
modus mystifying maze moonwalk.
I've always been bothered by that old saying
that we should accept things we cannot change.
It should also say, "and things we can't rearrange."
A friend suggested we should be content with "things"
instead of being worrisome watchdogs
like those eager elves, the irascible imps sitting on shelves
with gremlin grins on their cheeky faces.
In part, he meant we shouldn't take seriously
what others say or think about us.
We can't control tittering tongues
or those who are dubious doubters of what we say or do.
It's all about the big "A" word... Attitude.
I'm not promoting another 'A' word... apathy.
Of course, we should care about things we cannot change,
but maybe it's worse to care too much.
We don't live in a fairytale fantasy world
in which everything has a happy ever after ending,
but we can be more content in life if we stop fretting
by not forgetting that there are many situations
and people we cannot control... nor should we want to.
All causes of stress, I must confess, are hazards to our health,
but having knowledge of Shikata Ga Nai can ease strife,
making life more pleasant. So, why don't we give it a try?
Have a 'Hakuna Matata' moment ~ a "problem free philosophy."
Adopt the ability to accept the inevitable
by avoiding the adrenaline rush, the cranial crush
that transpires in our brains when we remain daunted,
anxiously apprehensive over not being able to alter things
we cannot adjust, such as the neurosis of a nervous twitch
when we cannot switch things around to suit our wants.
If something is Shikata Ga Nai and cannot be helped,
the change that needs to occur must come within us.
I'm reminded of another Disney movie, Frozen,
in which Elsa sings, 'Let it go.'
That's good advice to remember and follow.
Here we lay face to face
once again,
With our heart shattered by
our pain.
The sighs are so close to
call,
With our minds enclosed in
a fragile wall.
I wonder who will be the
first to say what we want
now,
With every sign of hope
been cast down.
Where we were is like a
season of love stain,
And the outcome brought
an enormous pain.
Thinking of the lost love
from far side,
Only help to tear me up
inside.
It feels like you are a million
miles away,
Now i can neither find a
word to say.
Traces of emotion like an
enormous mountain to
climb.
And makes it irascible like
stamp.
Each day life keeps passing
with every season,
And to me existence has no
reason.
You left an empty void
inside of me,
Believe me things have not
be the same with me.
Because you are my life,
my hope and my love,
Now all that is gone passed
by there of.
If only you knew what it
feels like to be in love,
You would make your heart
evergreen like the olive.
You shattered my heart like
a broken mirror,
Which came with an
enormous and unbearable
sorrow.
You left my heart with a
scar,
As i watch you leave from
afar.
You threw me in a pit of
hell,
For many reasons i can't tell.
I weep all night for my love
gone,
For my heart is sick for
death i long.
My eyes weep tears for love
that's lost,
I'll mourn always for this
great cost.
The hurt you caused is such
no one should bear,
Taking advantages of my
love and care.
But each day gives me
hope,
And strengthens me so i
can cope.
To me you are just a
memory in life,
A memory that cut so deep
like a knife.
No matter where you are
now south or north,
Deep down your heart '
please forget me not '.
So, it's been said that everything looks better in the morning light, but when sun's warm rays cannot break through the shrouded zenith what hope is there for life?
What can be observed in a world that's been shrouded in gray
when the nightscape bleeds its tears at the start of each new day?
The answer I cannot prudently offer, nor do I fear anyone can say
when it appears as if a malevolent force holds luminance at bay.
No amber sun rises in the East to greet dawn in the morn,
nor does a red sky serve seafarers as a means to forewarn
them of a danger lurking on the high sea may soon be born...
A nebulous horizon has taken a choke hold with winds of scorn.
Worldly warmheartedness has weekend and no longer exists
and everything is blanketed as if drenched in drizzling mists.
Irascible is mankind; legions are protesting with raised fists.
What's become of the brotherhood of man? It no longer subsists.
Will another starry, starry night ever again be visibly seen
or is Earth to be left forever without shades of forest green?
Void of reflected prismed sunsets in a world no longer serene
as though lost in a deep abyss, tossed into the mouth of a ravine.
And if another day cannot be distinguished from dark of night
will civilization be destroyed or left to dwell in consummate fright?
Will people be fearful of this ambiguous, amorphously baffling plight
if starlight's glimmering is absent, leaving Earth in a decaying blight?
Riding low across aubergine skies, gray clouds are being swept
as if bruised from sullen memories, the landscape has wept.
Over smoky plains and hazy valleys, a nebulous fogginess has crept
leaving life consumed by dankness, a catastrophic concept.
Mask by Adejola Joseph
Mask
Where does it come from?
What?
Delusive rationality!
Are we out of mind?
Senses drained and dried?
No!
What do you capitalized on?
Neutral ambition?
Stop writhing in pain
It halts not the rod
Good ambition...lofty ideas
But...sees no sun
Because it's all masked!
It's all choked...
Brutally masked;
Dreamer ponders
Where do we go?
So much confusionist now on this solidity and compound mass!
Pitifully roaming the streets and cities
Beautiful faces all over the place
But... what?
Check the hearts
Wounded and scarred!
Why?
Because all aspiration and lofty dreams are masked!
My God! Oh! Oh! My God!
I see importation and exportation of internal emotions!
Gaunt flesh and long faces!
I am still fidgeting...
Shaking profusely
Pity- I pity them
Pathetic - I found them
Helpless - I see them
Trillions of hopeless "breathy" with enchanting unrealistic dreams!
Battalions of revolutionist with insufficient or non existent arsenals
They are tired!
Yes!
Weary!
Yes!
Loathsome!
Yes!
Intolerant!
Little touch streaming burst
I will slap you if you touch me.. reaction!
Who will help?
Under whose auspices
Would they find lingering hope?
Weak and frail
Fragile and suicidal!
Apocalypse is on the roof
Because all effort to freedom is masked
Mask I see despite the wailing
Struggles I see despite plenty
Moaning I see in the midst of profuse pleasure
Tainted hopes and unaided hands I see despite plenty
Irascible and copiously irking I am underwhelmingly soaked
My strength is sapped
I am little detailed on how to make a map of liberty
Fussed and confused I am
Perturbed and broken I am because all effort to come off the tunnel is... masked.
this is where my tale wings away
past the clutches of the irascible Chadwick
up past the hinges and the curly cue
and its vocabulary roofing tiles
preparing to adapt once again
placing the bellows against the embers
possessed by a holy fervor
that could lay waste to nations
in an orgy of justified non-compliance
defying statistics and trivial desire
their suggestions a camp fire ghost story
in another episode of plastic theater
where love is just another kind of attention
another kind of hidden initiator
knowing what it is to be a lesser thing
scribbling no parachute on the walls
of freshly mopped airport bathrooms
seeking salvation at the last minutes as usual
as angel trumpets bleat a new dawn
to Chadwick's army of twerking schizmatics
banging their forks and spoons
in this cafeteria we call existence
where the only real security
is a freezer full of deer meat
mystified by any and all objects of focus
begging the referee to call malarkey
but fat chance in Fat City eh
where suicide is called proving a point
and your body outline is chalked into
a hopscotch court for sadist spirit guides
bicycle messengered to Main St.
otherwise the odds are slender
that we beat this wall to wall sham
brain chemistry is far from absent
in these absent minded calculations
duking it out with the endorphins
that are prying open this clam shell
yes these gestures are mine and mine alone
wrestling back power of attorney
their being an implication to every movement
trying to buy a little more time or mercy
but Chadwick's monopolistic pricing structure
amounts to a rather long term suppression
of what is already by god ours
I have so many questions
to ask,
Maybe they can ease life's
task.
Is it a sin to be a human? ,
Or is it a crime not to be
antediluvian? .
Is it a sin to follow
directions from your
heart? ,
Even if they can tear it
apart.
Is it a sin to think of the
peace of heaven? ,
That can't be found even
when been craven.
Is it a sin to fall in love with
a lady? ,
That makes you happy and
cosy.
Is it a sin to be born into a
world full of crime? ,
Where hatred and
corruption is at it prime.
Is it a sin to believe you can
make it? ,
Even when things makes
you feel your struggle isn't
worth it.
Is it a sin to hope for a
better tomorrow? ,
Irrespective of past misery
and sorrow.
Is it a crime to be a blessing
to the world? ,
Forgetting the evil tale
you've been told.
Is it a crime to be
educated? ,
When examination
malpractice have been
adopted.
Is it a crime to be a
Christian? ,
To be in a state of pristine.
Is it a sin to be loved by
many? ,
When the chance of
survivor is weeny.
Is it a crime to be
victorious? ,
When no one thought to be
judicious.
Is it a crime to leave your
destiny in the hands of
fate? ,
When everything keeps
making you irate.
Is it a sin to feel
invincible? ,
When to people you are
just irascible.
Is it a sin to feel loved? ,
Or is it a crime to be loved? .
Is it a sin to be God's
instrument of peace? ,
Uniting the whole of human
race.
if everything in life is a sin
to have,
Then there exist no heart
that is brave.
All we need is God's
immunity,
That will better all humanity.
It was a time to bond and booze with dear Papa,
An interval all the more naughtily charming
As it inflamed the temper of irascible Mama.
Before happy hour, we two went shooting
With the three o three I bought for drama
In a gauche youth that was always dragging.
Out we drove in my short, fat pa's beetle,
Two maladroits equally socially feeble.
We stopped by some neatly stacked cans
That we shot, exploding wet excrement
Putting a brown pall on our bonding plans.
I fired a random shot as if by witty accident.
Off we went driving by unbroken fences
Till we saw a policeman in bewilderment
Standing over a black and white cow,
By a farmer making a bellowing row.
“We shot the beef, my son,” joshed Pa,
And put the foot down upon the pedal,
Laughing merrily in the hurrying car.
I smiled at his jest however feeble,
A tasteless jibe at the furious farmer.
The very thought I readily dismissed
With a sly, effete flick of the wrist.
The matter of the dead cow was forgot
Until not too long before oblivion
Took hold of every thought of the sot
Aged stupid by whisky and bad living.
“It was because of that cow we shot,
A sin that God has not yet forgiven.”
For a neighbour's dog gored his heifer,
A punishment he had to decipher.
But I think he obliquely gave me blame,
For it was I who shot the bovine brute.
Before his fading mind went fully lame
He reasoned it best to stem guilty root
Before old sins haunted shaky mind's frame.
Dark disputes lingered as he was less astute.
But for me the cow is a point of indifference,
In the abattoir a month earlier of its existence.