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The new becomes old, and no one notices.
When the old was new, there was a motive
To plan ahead and take liberation back
When blacks were mistreated and under attack.
Before then, we were royalty with a mighty purpose,
Before being enslaved by the ones who convinced us we were worthless.
We were transformed from riches, and they took our land away,
Only to be brought to America on ships and made slaves.
Now the time has come to set things astray;
It's time to elevate our minds from a sleepless state.
No more being controlled and put in shackles.
My Black race, let's take over and show them we matter.
We will have the courage to fight every demon;
With God on our side, they're going to pay for every beating.
So let's not sit back and be afraid anymore.
Heaven is unlocked, and "My God" is walking through the door.
To save His people, His most precious jewel,
With our spirit reborn into a diamond of renewal.
The time has come to just say goodbye
Because this Caucasian race will fall on its side!
"Picasso Blues"
Blue Sky
met
Blue Feather
on a
Blue Day
Collaborating
a slow dance
across the
lost dance floor
crowded
with more
than a thousand
hidden
keys to truth
ignoring
a thousand
poker playing
game changing
whispers blinking
in the dark room
poetically
seduced
immersed in
mirrors
shades of
dark and light
fingers playing
out notes in
quite volume
drowning in
black and white
to loud
slow rolling
Picasso Blues
silence
in a moment
romanced
no noise
and those
wide open
emerald green
hues
reflecting
freediving
fathomless
Periwinkle Blues
(LadyLabyrith/2019)
"Picasso Blue" / Might Mo Rodgers
https://youtu.be/AkPcNCnQU70
"I'm So Lonely" / Mighty Sam McClain
https://youtu.be/zBFjWr_sJh8
"Am I the One" / Beth Hart
https://youtu.be/ziy_WKNnNNk
“[...]the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes “Awww!”
Jack Kerouac, On the Road
“Throw your dreams into space like a kite, and you do not know what it will bring back, a new life, a new friend, a new love, a new country.”
Anais Nin
"Live, travel, adventure, bless, and don't be sorry.”
Jack Kerouac
Author's Notes: ;)
1. https://buddyguy.com/index.cfm
You were my mother and I have something very important to say.
I love you and I lost an important person when you passed away.
You had an aneurysm which was what caused your untimely death.
I was in the hospital room with you when you took your final breath.
I was devastated when the doctor told us you were going to die.
Life would never be the same again after I had to say goodbye.
On the day of your death, I cried and I felt mighty low.
But I'm feeling better now than I did half a decade ago.
Even though time has healed my wounds, I still miss you.
Dying is terrible but sadly, it's what we all eventually must do.
It makes me happy to know how much we loved each other.
Rest in Peace Mom, you were always one hell of a mother.
(Dedicated to Agnes Johnson who died five years ago today on March 6, 2013.)
Letting go …
such is optimistic response to an inevitability
turning blues toward radiant hues
while creating goodness of vibrancy
transforming frustration toward goodness glow.
Letting go …
such is welcoming with awesome anticipation
freedom of jubilant engagement
with life’s reality along sweet blissfulness
bringing joyous consequence.
Letting go …
such is focusing to another perspective
midst prayerful paradigm shift
smiting skepticism gripped by doubt
while championing trust in the Sovereign Lord.
Letting go…
such is viewing with faith an accident
midst learning circumspectly along discretion
that those I hold tight with grip so ardent
may break me, leaving deep hurt.
Letting go…
such makes me thank God Who knows what is best
since nothing slips from His hand
as He holds me within His love
protected within His mighty fortress*.
Letting go…
such leads me toward pressing on
bouncing forward against delusion
while reaching-out midst serene hope
spreading kindness by grace divine.
*Psalms 18:2 “The LORD is my rock, and my fortress, and my deliverer; my God, my strength, in whom I will trust; my buckler, and the horn of my salvation, and my high tower.”
November 5, 2024
2nd place, "Shikata ga nai" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Silent One; judged on 11/10/2024
The Hacker
Vodka
Used Dells and HP notebooks
Routers and switches
Gateways and sniffers
Kvm boxes and multi real-time data shows
My booty is plenty
No one knows the white mask of mist
They only know some monies are amiss
Bots and trojans and loggers too
Tools of the trade
As the cash is readily piled and made
2 million bit coins
400 million Yuan
786 billion rubles, there goes Putin’s new dawn
From Monaco to Luxembourg to Timbuktu
I have all the cash
Stolen from even mighty criminals too
Now I partake in my biggest heist
The crown jewels you can all keep and gaze
My prize is of more value, I shall hack all the days
I trace ip’s, and wires and protocols
Searching for patterns and rhythms and single heart beats
I shall not ever accept any defeat
I sit in my chair, monitors a plenty
Scanning and routing, probing and poking
Kilobytes and packets of data my way
Slowly, I shall hack into the device I wish to sway
Bingo, I got it, I think I am in
Pacemaker number 24-25-poet-of-things
I now control the beat of her heart
As I reprogram her love from here to the start
Pumping away, verses that sway
I shall now control her hearts desires of spring love in May
Captured her heart
Now I hold it in prisons enclave
To ancient romances and poetic rhymes
I know I am guilty of loves worst crime
However now I know her heart is all mine
I shall make it beat for eternity
So that the kiss I shall give on her sweet lips
Will be smiles held forever and a day
I hacked her heart
And I like it this way!
A drapery flutters of sunlit glory
With lustrous stars gleaming near;
Hovering around the ‘ Pearl of Orient ‘
Where seven thousand islands adorn
Tints of liberty, peace, and independence;
Radiant in hues… crimson, blue, white
Flaming the hearts of a race blessed
By lush rice terrains and summer winds.
O, a banner of smiles freely glimmers
Through a homeland destined to imbue
Love for all brethrens as it stands proud,
As the harbinger of native warmth
Offering comfort to voyagers , but
Fiercely defending a birthplace’s right…
Where one mighty streamer rides high,
Guarding folk and children…Philippines!
Judy Konos' Your Country State City Flag
Country: Philippines
by nette onclaud...7/29/2015
The Urban Blight.
I returned tired from an outing.
Everything was around uneasily, misery, and exceeding.
The silence overwhelmed me.
The wounds got comfortable in my heart plea.
The difficulties wore me out.
Also, the surprise bolsters over the cry of doubt.
My pulse comes back at that point.
Who would have helped me to slack?
In my spirit, I converse.
We are searching for outstanding merit.
I request for this to resound all over again.
Besides, I realize I haven't lost any labor.
But maybe I missed the ending.
I confer from the beginning.
With my mighty deep angel.
From the birth that portrays me.
I can’t contain my glee.
What's above, and no spies.
Only letters were made of pain and cries.
With truthful Subtleties portrayed.
In public places, to no avail.
In the County at High Level.
Oh, the deceptive sound.
Only accept that you barred your shield.
And you look for such a form of survival.
Acquisition of fish from the oceans
Quit feeling worried.
Resting well above mists, Withstand.
Also, you'll attain a lift in the early morning.
Above anyone's side
A plane as Well, as a gun.
Then again, a ton of hands.
I am cheering for your grip forward.
Often, overcrowding of folds.
People started to fade under the crowds.
The ancient world ruined itself.
Just analogous to the beam mist of Pharaoh.
Birds have fled from its towers.
We were sitting close to spring flowers.
The stars are scattered as well.
To expose an illegal entry.
The Deserted Pathway
Neediness, always,
Additionally, greediness
Often, the darkness.
I stood as though reborn on mounded dirt,
which seemed so moist it strangely could assuage
the ache from bowels that howled from so much hurt.
Would ground then be my cure or a mirage?
Enticed, I deeply pressed each foot through soil
till they took root and fixed me to a spot.
My ever-thickening trunk served well to foil
the plots of those who’d cut me. . . . they could not!
My limbs, though mighty branches, could not bend;
stubbornly I fought my transplantation.
I weathered storms that God or man might send,
sightless, living long in desolation.
Self preservation did this much for me-
old loved ones passed and I remained a tree.
Black is the night; no stars shine down with heaven’s light.
Red embers dance in the fire’s warm glow,
mocking the cold white depth of ice and snow.
A song drifts softly on the winter breeze,
echoing through the waiting boughs and leaves
the owl’s call from the mighty tree.
“Who?” it asks.
Does it speak of me?
Does it wish to know my name, my home;
why through its quiet lands I freely roam?
Does it seek the longing of my heart’s desire,
why I sit and ponder by the crackling fire?
For I seek more in this still, quiet place
than a warm hearth or winter’s icy embrace.
I dream of times the world has left behind
simple joys beneath a blackened sky,
embers swirling before my eyes,
the lantern’s soft gold spilling through the night,
timbers stout and soaring tall in firelight.
So fetter not my heart nor hands;
for a little while I’ll roam these wild lands.
Yet soon I’ll return on a sunlit morn,
for between two worlds my heart is torn.
To live the dreams of days long past is sweet,
but home still calls my wandering feet.
Back to daily toil I shall abide
these memories my treasure and my pride
and cage again my restless, wilder side,
until once more in the wild I can reside.
I do not seek the sandy earth
for which to hide my heart.
The ebb and flow of ocean’s tide,
with time, would steal a part.
The water would rush over it
and as a thief would do,
creep silently, with fingers clenched
back into shadows blue.
While pulling at my heart's small door
to thrust and open wide,
dispensing all the treasures there
I worked to keep inside.
The ocean’s much too wild a place
to let a heart roam free.
So, tell me if you want it, Love
Else it should stay with me.
I mustn't trust the mountains high
for keeping safe my love
in a majestic stone embrace
up in the skies above.
A heart is not a treasure kept
within cold mighty walls;
nor on some perch up in the clouds
where hearts are prone to falls.
Such heights can be so treacherous
up where the eagles soar.
Their wings could carry love away
not to return once more.
So, it is best this heart be kept
between us, where we lay.
No other place is safe enough;
the mountains or the bay.
Will you yet give me yours then, too?
I promise I shall be
the safest home, much safer than
the canyons or the sea.