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#My_Afrikan_Yesterday
Time and again, i heard it being sang, like a reminder, it hang low on my neck, ding! dong! Even at the back of my brain. With every movement i made, reminded again and again, like scabs tht just never wanna dry, this smell of fresh pain like blood on my nostrils...
my Afrikan identity, that whites wrecked with bullets and stains of blood...
my Afrikan true ancestors drowned through my sorrows, crying a loud and painful cry, i could feel their rubble in my veins boiling of detest and aggrivation, that yesterday when they were compromised and persicuted for being Afrikan. I wanted to shout "i'm Afrkan" but the chains on my human rights were way too heavy to lend me an ear. I sighed concurently but my breath couldn't settle well on my chest, distracted by too much anger filled on my chest...
The world outside looked pale and out, children calling on lifeless bodies of the parents, snatched of their presence, not just their souls but their stability in life. Robbed off their happiness and parent figure. Forced and shoved into orphanage, denied a better life, placing chastity belts to their human will. Better dead than declared invalid by reppresion and boxed to live. My Afrikan yesterday
#Poetic_Ink
She was awakened in the midnight hour
By the sound of falling rain
And as she looked towards the tower
She heard the raven caw of shrill refrain
Was it calling for the reaper
To take another soul away?
Or was he calling for the keeper
of the tower, to still the bells that sway?
And then she went back to bed
As rain and raven echoed in her head
And as she fell deep into sleep
The raven through her window peeked
And when the morning came
They found her lifeless in the bed
The reaper had heard the raven's call
And left the ghoulish imprint of his pall
And then the bells began to toll
As sorrow crept up on the window pane
For the reaper had taken yet another soul
And yet the raven cawed again....
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7 come 11, a little taste of heaven.
Red or black or a black jack.
A little luck or a little knack.
Once it's gone, it ain't comin' back.
The end is always on it's way.
That's the truth, what can you say?
Roll the dice and start to pray.
That tomorrow you've still got play.
All the answered souls have bought their ticket.
To see the show and find their seat.
Lifeless, shadowy trolls say, you can stick it.
Waiting for an answer to their defeat.
Nobody starts out this way.
Nobody always gets their way.
Given a choice, nobody would stay.
In the shadows with no light of day.
I used to think it would be alright.
A hopeful glow used to always be in sight.
I used to, now it just ain't right.
To be so foolish in my hopeless blight.
I hold the raging’s -
of this madman-
contained -
within these walls-
Painting only-
pleasant masks -
upon his face
The genius is -
it works so well-
That sanity -
no one can tell-
has slipped beyond -
my horizon’s reach
Logic’s been-
the only guard -
maintaining order here -
It’s structured rules -
enforced for years -
Oft with heavy hand
I can’t let go -
for fact it show-
The conflicted man inside -
Who’s colored eyes -
Seek many lives-
with wish to taste them all
Loud voices shout -
through whisperings-
bringing ticklings -
to searching ears -
lifting me -
beyond this baron place
Their beckon call -
To mountain breeze,,,
and Siren’s pleas -
from the seas -
form but two -
of many desired escapes
Wild stallions run -
in valley sun -
yet lifeless-
here I sit-
as dreams of my tomorrows -
fade to dust
Those city's snowfalls in January
come down to earth surprisingly...
to induce an ideal stillness,and make
with an impressive effect,
lovely sceneries to be instilled
inside the inquisitive and perceptive mind!
Fluffy and swirling snowflakes
give glitter and beauty
to lifeless and drooping trees
sheltering the holly's shrubs,
which are fearful of showing entirely
their frozen berries;
and who isn't happier than
a fumbling mockingbird...
vanquishing danger
and not being heard?
Hill tops are swarmed by teens
so confident and daring...
while sliding downhill
on snowboards delirously
and whenever they come to a stop:
they are shouts and cheers
so encouragingly;
imagine life without them:
neither joy or event
will be rembered by us,
who cherished the thrill
of those days when we laughed a lot!
The tallest pine trees,ever to grow,
attract birds needing shelter and more...
and to hear and see swift blue-jays humming
their harmonious and cheerful notes,
while fleeing brench to brench,
is so inspiring and heart-warming...
not ever lamenting winter's pinch,
rather celebrating life with gladness!
Those city's snowfalls in January
are unique,pretty and breatless
as we draw ourselves closer to Nature...
when tranquillity is there to conquer us;
and we lose ourselves into it with ardor...
to amend our neligence and feel serenity!
You can't be seen yet some have seen you,
You are an enormous, influential feeling.
You fear nothing yet you fear hurt. it is said with you world can be conquered, you are a precious gift
You are patient and pure,
You bring butterflies yet you're inspiration.
Yet you are what you are.
Love you've been kind and positively influential,
Oh no you haven't you've took lives,
You've brought hurt, you've made us mentally disabled yet it is said you bring butterflies.
You are a time waster, you are nothing but a disease
Even so, you are red; a symbol of danger,
You've done the worse than death.
Love you are joy of sadness, infinite pain trauma,
Love you are nociceptive, inflammatory, a neuropathic and allopathic pain.
They say you beautiful, amazing,
You're praised yet some are lifeless because of you.
Love you are nothing but a disease that brings pain.
A walking wounded called tonight
Paralyzed by fear and fright.
Memories pounded on her head
Most nights she just wished she was dead.
She had wandered down roads paved in blood
And often got stuck in lifeless mud.
She climbed mountains too big for her to climb
And frequently raised up her surrender sign.
She knew that God was for her but, never understood why
When she gets overwhelmed, she begins to cry.
She was tired of beginning again
And asked me if I would be her friend.
She battled demons from her past
And reminisced on a childhood that left too fast.
She was afraid that God would give up on her
Because recently she was seeing life as one big blur.
She longed for joy but only got sorrow
But continued on the straight and narrow.
She had a hard time receiving love
Especially from God above.
What will it take for her to see?
That God will never let her be.
What was God to do that he has not already done?
After all he sent his only son.
What can be said to lift her eyes?
And destroy these earthy lies.
When will she see herself the way we all do?
A treasure from heaven who God for new.
I left her with three simple words
Which I know has been said but never been heard.
Jesus loves you….
A Walking wounded can’t understand grace
They can’t fathom why anyone would take their place.
They live in regret, shame and fear
They can’t comprehend that God is near.
They never feel loved, unconditionally
Their self-esteem is blurry.
They constantly compare themselves to others
And when someone is too kind they suddenly shutter.
Only God can heal a walking wounded
It takes time
But,
He has plenty of it.
By: Sabina Nicole
To all the walking wounded out there
The feelings are wild,the heart is depressed
The eyes dream, but wishes suppressed.
With constant failures and defeats
Everything seem to die,when it repeats.
There stays no charm and beauty
Life becomes lifeless and sooty.
The heart accepts no positive and nice
The fate bets on score of dice.
The mind holds,but negative thought
The efforts and struggles, seem to rot.
Life exists with no interest and hope
With only difficulties, no one can cope.
With lost hopes and dreams
Nothing good ever can happen, it seems.
The mind feels empty,craves for peace
Nothing can soothe,make it ease.
It's not the soul that's negative
It's the situation, that makes one sensitive.
The petals hide,the thorns are visible
Everything every time looks impossible.
The drought mind gets some hope with the rain
The next moment, all thoughts,flush in vain.
All that the world sees bright
To him,it's just farce,not right.
The good memories one wants to cherish
Before he lives,just perish.
To him all silver is just a dark
His sorrows and griefs, no one can mark.
Although, he always strives for better
The negatives, as always, leave to shatter...
THE REAL YOU
I went to the cemetery to the grave today
But there's only dry bones under the blades of grass
Your remains lying in the casket
Tissue skin muscle doesn't seem to last
As all matter eventually does goes back to dust
I know the real you
Was not who we knew
I know the real you
Wasn't in the view
Of a stiff lifeless corpse
Of a none speaking voice
The real you was/(is) heart, spirit, mind and soul
This is the real you
heart, spirit, mind and soul
And not those dry bones, dry bones
You are a borrower of time
Release for a season I'm not yours your not mine
For we all are borrowed sons and daughters from God
Here for just a little while, a little while
He's bless us to receive each a everyone to a due season
To be loaned not own for a moment a little while
Spent on this earth, that's cursed
This is God's business, His reason
Your remains lying in the casket
Of a stiff lifeless corpse
This is not the real you
You have escaped now the view
Is eternal worship and praise glory with the ..
All mighty Savior and God
As you praise in view
The real you
1/21/18
James Edward Lee Sr.
did you ever descry
the traces of crimson
etch endless paths
above the ocean
or see the sun bleed
in greater depths
as it bid farewell
to amethyst hues
in dusk's skies
before darkness settled in
like thoughts
invading mind's
as night's dew fell
heavy in struggled breaths
the rhythm of day
winding down
beneath the ocean's pulse
as it lashed back
wet-kissing the shore
as your heart sank
into unknown layers
of torment of secrets
tumbling along
through the motions
of life, as if lost
there was no treasure there
just whispered cries
as fate tempted
tiny hands
to lash back
bridge the gap
of life and death
a lifeless body
breathless before me
rested beneath
the ground
where i stood
buried yet alive
in apperception
of closed eyes
i traced the edges
of debilitated pain
childhood memories
pressing back
in blades of grass
and more
across folds
of flesh
connecting freckles
on ivory canvas
as i bled deep
my pain
but your never saw
the scores of lines
that led back to you
i'd assail you
who caused this pain
in scribbles
on paperless sheets
where thoughts trickled
in crimson ink
from depths hidden
within a child's mind
as she wondered
alone, unseen
August 26, 2019
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