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Its an institutionalized war against a black man yet a fellow black man is glorifying his brother man who cheat and lie to his wife and family, this is bull how are we building the nation with lustful horny old boys.We need disciplined committed men who are not easy destructed to fight with this institutionalized system intended to destroy a black melanated man.
Its an institutionalized war against a black man yet an illiterate fellow black man will call you a scammer for choosing to HodL bitcoin instead of material possesion now they have 25 years on bonds, ballon payment and debt while one is sitting on 25 bitcoin.
Its an institutionalized war against a black man yet an illiterate fellow black man assume 27 cars is a symbol of wealth i told them i rather have 27 bitcoin or 27 hectars of land.
Its an institutionalized war against a black man yet a black man is celebrated for accumulating vanity slaves material possessions when you ask about assets vs liabilities balances sheet or cashflow thats when you realised these people are uninformed, illiterates who worship vanity instead of accummulating cash generating assets then you ask yourself whats the purpose of school if it produce so many vanity slaves.
Its an institutionalized war against a black man yet a fellow black man will never encourage you to start a business let alone support your initiatives but rather call you names for unplugging from a 9-5 employment matrix cause the only thing he ever wish for was to escape the village and experience city life.
These are some of the things that contribute to overall moral decay.The problem with us is that we dont keep it real with each other.We all allow our fellow brother man to indulge in unproductive economical and personal life activities that only keep them in a rat race or destroy thier mental peace.The ripple effect of this ignorance is the current state of the nation.
The Illusion of Wealth
In vaults of paper, riches lie,
Where bankers print and fortunes fly.
Our mothers sold dreams wrapped in gold,
While the rich just watched, growing bold.
Education, a shadowed veil,
Controlled by those who spin the tale.
Rockefeller’s hand shaped the clay,
To keep us blind and lead us astray.
From 1903 to now, the game’s the same,
The ultra-rich set the rules of the game.
In schools, they teach what suits their needs,
While we swim in ignorance, blinded by greed.
Assets and liabilities, a maze of lies,
Where the rich disguise their cunning guise.
They cast their nets in murky streams,
Catching us in their twisted schemes.
Fake assets sold with a polished sheen,
Savings, stocks—illusionary dreams.
While real wealth flows through unseen hands,
The rich grow richer on shifting sands.
Mom and pop, their hopes in a jar,
Sold a future that won’t take them far.
Their retirement, a costly bet,
While the wealthy live without regret.
So follow the cash, trace the lines,
Uncover the truth where deception binds.
I offer wisdom, untainted and free,
In Sandton, where clarity can be.
No trading signals, no false allure,
Just real knowledge, honest and pure.
In a world of shadows, let truth be your guide,
For in the light, true wealth resides.
Picnic
by Parveen Shakir
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
My friends laugh elsewhere on the beach
while I sit here, alone, counting the waves,
writing and rewriting your name in the sand ...
Confession
by Parveen Shakir
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
Your image overwhelmed my vision.
As the long nights passed, I became obsessed with your visage.
Then came the moment when I quietly placed my lips to your picture ...
***
Rain
by Parveen Shakir
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
Why shiver alone in the rain, maiden?
Embrace the one in whose warming love your body and mind would be drenched!
There are no rains higher than the rains of Love,
after which the bright rainbows of separation will glow with the mysteries of hues.
My Body's Moods
by Parveen Shakir
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
I long for the day when you'll be obsessed with me,
when, forgetting the world, you'll miss me with a passion
and stop complaining about my reticence!
Then I may forget all other transactions and liabilities
to realize my world in your arms,
letting my body's moods guide me.
In that moment beyond boundaries and limitations
as we defy the conventions of veil and turban,
let's try our luck and steal a taste of the forbidden fruit!
***
Moon
by Parveen Shakir
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
All of us passengers,
we share the same fate.
And yet I'm alone here on earth,
and she alone there in the sky!
***
Vanity
by Parveen Shakir
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
His world is so simple, so very different from mine.
So distinct—his dreams and desires.
He speaks rarely.
This morning he wrote: "I saw some lovely flowers and thought of you."
Ha! I know my aging face is no orchid ...
but how I wish I could believe whatever he says, however momentarily!
How many times does it take,
Before death isn't seen?
Where this wave of rampant shootings,
Will open minds that can convene.
This basic legal premise, has
Evolved with little in its wake.
As states control its usage,
While a nation suffers heartache.
There's no simplicity to an answer,
Only a convoluted complexity all around.
With a range of, 'more is better' to
'Less is needed', to keep all safe & sound.
While its constitutionality is firmly entrenched,
Can ownership be somehow reserved?
Where common sense won't trample the NRA,
And they can live with those most deserved.
Because if we look at the simple facts, this
Powerful group cares nothing of law, only sales.
While manufacturing the love of the 2nd amendment,
With little time spent on murderous details.
So what solutions are possibly out there,
That may aid in this time of distress?
Such that real progress can be seen & measured,
And senseless killings become truly, far less.
Causal roots have been unearthed & discovered,
Yet rarely acted upon with a firm resolve.
As time tends to add to forgetfulness, and
Other distractions add more to dissolve.
So it is here I'll propose some ideas, where
Common sense is the road to be used.
With a goal of increased security, while
Liabilities can be reduced and recused.
Starting with age as a common thread, the
Age of 18 or 21 is constantly bantered about.
My thoughts involve complete licensing,
Certifying their competency to own, with less doubt.
Secondly, the securing of these weapons needs to be
Addressed, so they're not lent or stolen, back & forth.
And with bio-metrics to add responsibility,
This can lessen those fears, south to north.
There are surely more ideas that can be
Discussed, and lead to compromise.
Then maybe some actions would help to insure,
That lives were saved, in those youthful eyes.
I am all confused about income tax credits
Now you ask about something called debits?
This is really driving me insane with a pain.
Do I get interest at all for capital gains?
What can I tell you about common stocks?
Now liabilities and stockholder’s lock box,
Is this really a case of stretching my brain?
All this taxes take our money with no gain.
Balance sheet increase, this just sounds crazy
Income statement and loss, this is so hazy!
It feels like my eyes are just filled with grain.
Thank you the day is done and it was no fun
Look at this accounting spreadsheet again?
Help me lord, now I know I’m going insane!
Comments: This is a free verse narrative poem. I had intended to make it a
sonnet on taxation. It was written during an income tax accounting class. Input
was received from several students. Some thought it was really funny, and
others thought it was very serious. It was read by the professor the week before
finals and was very motivational.
It seems you could never stay out of a casino.
As soon as you got paid, that is where you would go.
Your life became dependent on the roll of the dice.
Each crap table visited was as cold as ice.
Your financial ability was shrouded with doubt.
The money evaporated with each seven out.
With meeting your obligations, you didn't give a damn.
You got yourself in quite a financial jam.
Bill collections, repossessions, and foreclosures clouded your life.
Gambling was cutting you up like a knife.
Each day was an experience with monetary strife.
Those episodes are what decent people dread.
You must not be feeling pain now that you're dead.
All you have left are unpaid debts and liabilities.
I am forced to scatter you cremated ashes to the breeze.
UNCANNY
A poem arises firmly from my thoughts.
I can see it reflected in my adversary's mind as well.
Mine is undeniably poetic, but theirs had an unsettling quality,
Mindful individuals with unusual liabilities!
Those two or three long lines on the forehead are simply lines of expression. (not)
I do remember their names: Errol, Wayne, and Manny
Those suiters were born deceivers implementing a series of strange plots.
It took women like me years to correct their mistakes.
Where are they now, lost men without the love of a woman?
I had made it my mission to look into their eyes.
The lines on their foreheads have aged with their bodies.
An embrace or a touch from them disgusts me.
They can see the hate as I slowly reject their touch.
I have rewritten those names through the years.
As Errol transformed into Mr. Uncanny,
Wayne became the manipulator,
while Manny took on the role of Pied Piper.
Today, I observed a slight trait with Gen Z.
They seem overly enthusiastic about catering to the desires of their suitors.
Leaving so many of them with suicidal thoughts,
Words to the youth of today,
Protect your emotions carefully.
Getting a real love reaction is tricky.
The offspring of those vipers carry their father's DNA.
Think twice first
Before you buy something;
Do you really need it?
Or would you only like it having?
Never must one be envious,
Competing against another;
Budget hard-earned income,
To grow, thrive and prosper.
Never become shopaholic,
Be a wise spender instead;
Having no ways and means,
Control what's in your head.
There is no easy money,
Never become luxurious;
Gold rings and bracelets
Pile up loans so serious.
Learn to be content,
Long not for too much riches;
Look for enough assets
To have no liabilities.
Make the right decisions,
Instead of the wrong turn;
Save cents for the future,
Live less than you earn.
Beyond the skills of escorts
and the appeal of other playthings,
smolders the need of the soul
infused to best every man.
Twelve years have taken
the scars out of the memories,
from the last time I was
up and through
just to come down and out
to find every fairy tale
extends it’s hand
to some tragedy.
The odds don’t warrant
the time of practical effort.
Too keen to the liabilities,
always calculating ends.
It is not the demands of over
or having to start something new
rather, better to remain alone
than to be let down again.
But now I see you,
and it makes me pause
so still, with the whisper --
Are you sure?
Falls into a deafening singularity
forbidding even a scream, it’s escape.
I sit and can only see
the touch of Heaven
reaching across the Caribbean
to color your face.
As your smile holds the songs
of every dawn’s temptress,
under the soft disposition
of your eyes
rests a divine spirit’s symmetry,
smoothing features
while lensing each strand
the perfect frame.
That once moved a favored King
to murder a man, only to bring
the sword into his own house.
Enabled an army to take
a strong city with just one horse.
And enslaved the envy of Venus
to sharpen leaden arrows,
but fury slipped her hands
and bled her wrists out.
Blood clotted on the cold muck
of her grave, a suffocating cocoon.
Immersed the viewer becomes,
and timeless the window
of the heart that is God’s craft,
denying the deceiver’s forgery
of any singed carnality.
As if proximity has been given
within the mist of your perfume,
in just this one picture
of your face.
My life contains painful memories,
failures, sickness, deaths, and fears.
understand, life comes from God's hand -
bad things work to my good through the years.
I've also had great recollections,
happy childhood, marriage, work.
Life comes from God's hand, I understand
my good health and the land of my birth.
Being designed to do special tasks -
my talents to help, to teach.
I understand, life comes from God's hand;
and there are goals that I may not reach.
Amid the war and peace, self-control
enables me to rejoice.
Life comes from God's hand, I understand
distrust and doubt with faith and free choice.
I celebrate what's put on my plate
knowing forgiveness and grace.
I understand life comes from God’s hand
The mercy of God’s love I embrace.
My assets and liabilities
The bound’ry lines have been scored.
Life comes from God’s hand, I understand
the legacy's received from my Lord.
November 17, 2010
contest: Poetry as Legacy contest
hostess: Line Gauthier