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I attended a meeting with, supposedly a friend, and was introduced to
Despised, Dehumanized, Decreased, Diminished, Disregarded, and Devalued,
who, by the way, wanted me to become like them. While there, I also had
a rendezvous with Dejection and Rejection? And there were many others
whose names I never learned.
I had never been more alone and unsupported when I was put in a room
with Marginalized, Minimized, and Unrecognized as I struggled to survive.
In my attempt to stay on 'top of things', it seemed everyone present went
'low' on me.
It didn't stop there. I also met other attendees like Overcharged, Overlooked,
and Overworked. In my futile pursuit of resolutions, endless despair seemed
to fill the air, and I discovered rootless dispensers of negativities.
But in spite of all that I saw and felt, I kept looking, because
I believed that somewhere out there was a world filled
with people of goodwill who really do care.
In spite of all the resistance I encountered
and the lies that I heard, I dared to keep listening,
because deep in my heart I could hear 'Words of Faith'.
Faith in The Father.
Faith in The Family.
Faith in The Fellowship.
Faith in The Future.
Faith in Friendships.
So, keep believing if you dare,
And you too will hear 'Words of Faith'.
041622PSCtest. A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE CHOICE, Brian Strand
This piece of inspiration was provided to me in a context whereby it appeared to me that a person present was occupying a position of authority and responsibility, and was allowing the power of his position to be minimized by the flaws and weaknesses of his personhood.
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Do not allow your person to inhibit your position. Do not permit your position to infringe upon your person.
Sometimes the lines are so close and narrow that only the Holy Spirit can distinguish and keep the two apart.
As a result, such a person must appeal to God for wisdom, direction, and guidance
051422PSCtest, Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest. Brian Strand
By:Sikolwethu Mthethwa
In readiness for my journey to the land of dreams,
I bring my pillow closer to the full moon
And wrap myself around the blanket of stars that litter the night sky
While the Serene breeze airily sings me a lullaby
One deep breath to purge myself of day's stresses,
My eyelids take their final bow
And stay true to their vow: to be the blanket that keeps my eyes warm
And protect them from
Any disturbance as I slumber
Now I am resting
If I were a bird, on the surface of the moon I would be nesting
My body leisurely drifts into the stillness of night
As if a clover falling to the ground.
Night holds me in a soothing embrace
Asleep and at peace, but my mind begins to race
It creates a world within a world.
A world in which my desires prove to be true
A world in which there's candid affection between me and you
I would say the sky is the limit, but there is no sky here
Only possibilities that know no bounds.
A world in which we're kind to Earth our mother,
Each other
And obidient to God our father.
Not all is peaches and cream
Wars loom and disease is still prevelant
But the absence of pursuit of power and greed
Render these predicaments far from permanent
Woman and man can gather
With their minds sharp and hearts light as a feather
They strategize
Instead of fantisize; on ways to put Earth's problems to rest
One at a time.
In this world my mind has created
The brilliance of our species is elevated
Our resilience is revealed and our being celebrated
Our moves and progression are carefully calibrated
The loss of life at the hands of each other is minimized
The slow death of our mother totally ceased
The number of those in God's favor greatly increased
It is in my wishes to bring this world to the one we all live in
Maybe to the force of Love for each other we'd finally give in
And the real progression of our species would finally begin
By:Sikolwethu Mthethwa
In readiness for my journey to the land of dreams,
I bring my pillow closer to the full moon
And wrap myself around the blanket of stars that litter the night sky
While the Serene breeze airily sings me a lullaby
One deep breath to purge myself of day's stresses,
My eyelids take their final bow
And stay true to their vow: to be the blanket that keeps my eyes warm
And protect them from
Any disturbance as I slumber
Now I am resting
If I were a bird, on the surface of the moon I would be nesting
My body leisurely drifts into the stillness of night
As if a clover falling to the ground.
Night holds me in a soothing embrace
Asleep and at peace, but my mind begins to race
It creates a world within a world.
A world in which my desires prove to be true
A world in which there's candid affection between me and you
I would say the sky is the limit, but there is no sky here
Only possibilities that know no bounds.
A world in which we're kind to Earth our mother,
Each other
And obidient to God our father.
Not all is peaches and cream
Wars loom and disease is still prevelant
But the absence of pursuit of power and greed
Render these predicaments far from permanent
Woman and man can gather
With their minds sharp and hearts light as a feather
They strategize
Instead of fantisize; on ways to put Earth's problems to rest
One at a time.
In this world my mind has created
The brilliance of our species is elevated
Our resilience is revealed and our being celebrated
Our moves and progression are carefully calibrated
The loss of life at the hands of each other is minimized
The slow death of our mother totally ceased
The number of those in God's favor greatly increased
It is in my wishes to bring this world to the one we all live in
Maybe to the force of Love for each other we'd finally give in
And the real progression of our species would finally begin
The witch took advantage of the bad wind of the dark mornings of the last millennium, and in her rite of hatred, she gathered and macerated the fallen leaves of the cursed trees, preparing with them our destiny.
Dipped in the sour milk of the white fig tree, the leaves provoked the alchemy of particles, floating half-alive near the steaming edge of the cauldron. Soon a phalanx of venomous beads was ready to bring about the inevitable decline of our lives.
The witch could sprinkle the potion into the water reservoirs and we would dawn sick and insane, seeking sharp blades to slice our existence, fulfilling the curse.
But with the sordid wisdom of evil, she saw that our annihilation would take away the meaning of her ancestral hatred, she would be left without enemies and the very reason to exist and do evil.
She then excluded some ingredients from the potion, minimized the lethality of others, and then caused the air, blown by the evil wind, to spread the pestilent smoke of her sorcery over the Earth.
Today there is no more sign of the witch, we are modern, we are almost electronic, we live anxiously and impatiently in the gap between gasoline and smartphone, we scoff if there is talk of witches and their abysmal powers.
But no matter what they say, we were cursed, we tried to sweep away the soot of disappointments and resurrect what was beautiful in the nights when dreams seemed real and our joy of existence was equal to the frenzy of birds after the storm.
The world had the face and the taste of the best Christmas and it was only later, thanks to the witch spell, that a sinister abyss opened up inside us, devouring our hope and innocence.
Time and sorcery have cast a dusty veil over us, making opaque the gleam in our eyes and it is exactly because of this that yesterday, when you were waiting in pain for a love message that never came, you asked yourself where you went wrong.
It is a situation where one feels safe,
minimized uncertainty,scarcity and vulnerability.
Staying within the comfort zone is appealing
because it avoids risks!
Where we usually get a lot of ease
and in control of our environment,
low levels of anxiety and stress.
But, if you stay within your comfort zone
you will never improve and successed.
You need to break out of of comfort zone
in order to progress and reaching your potential,
You need to push yourself out in faith
from comfort zone.
The reasons for leaving the comfort zone
can really be many,
but they will also vary in each individual,
since it is personal experience.
Gather enough strength of pushing the files
of perseverance and success
Be willing to step out of the comfort zone,
determinant to venture into the unknown.
Be the first one to discover new opportunities,
even though you may encounter negative feelings
that prevent you from achieving your goals.
History is full of people who have opportunities,
but where afraid to step out of the comfort zone.
How about your situation with life experiences?
Are you in a position to face unfamiliar situations
and handle any negative outcomes?
Are you able to stay positive and convince
yourself that you are in the right direction?
Are you following the cleared paths or ready
to grab the machete and cut down your own thicket?
Are you are bold enough to step out in faith
and breakout from the comfort zone?
Ask the Lord to open your eyes,
to see opportunities in a clear crystal view,
Be ready to see and experience things you
may never have if you stayed in comfort zone,
Be ready to grab the rare opportunities,
to progress and grow as a human being.
Surely, to achieve all that is meant for you,
and break free from the comfort zone.
Concept by Ebe Bwalya
Poetry by Chipepo Lwele
29/01/2023
I'm noticing
you're not noticing
I'm starting to look for
what you've already heard
with anticipation
overpowering my internal anxious voice
with calm
and kind compassion
When Other disharmonious human voices
speak of win/win choices
Or sing
a right-handed dance
within my balanced EarthTribal range
of listening
for sacred silent choice.
I become
my still-maturing surprise,
replacing my "Other" anxiety,
awkwardness
disappointment
About unfocused AnthroVoice insecurities
in suffering Other's compassion,
insufferable curiosity,
predative empathic touching,
yet igniting mellow multicultural waves
of resonant pastel sound,
resilient brilliant sight
And these in-between times
silent solitude sacred rests
between transparent syncopations
of impatient human sounds,
inhumane frowns
Not interacting with same room
or screen-time voices,
thoughts
verb-tainted feelings,
These soulful un-nouned bests
have, until recently,
invited anxious boredom,
apathy,
depression,
aching loneliness,
emotional apartheid,
While now
in this human sound silence
of co-redemption
I absently reach out
for deeply exploring
sounds of Simon's silence.
Negative and positive felt voices
provoking newly found choices
liberty of equanimity,
good humored curiosity about anxiety
stress
trauma triggers
Cooperatively reaching
for anticipating
future eco/ego therapy
indigenous healing
wisdom securing
conserving liberating
internal/external co-passions,
Smiles
and frowns,
ups
and downs,'
transcendent lights
and immanent powers,
remembered lives
projected loves
for capitalized risks
minimized by win/win nutritional opportunities
for nurturing silent
calm and kind
time outside/inside co-invested bliss.
7/28/22
Way off in dream land
Excuse me, if I seem sad
As well as happen to be mad
Still, got it done with my free hand
Despite there being little if any peace had
Problems minimized or growing fast
In person or going off a photograph
Most quick to let go with no holding back
Regardless of if they know the half
Give me a ton of room
As I live free under sun and moon
They think that I'm just a goon
Always they judge much too soon
Fast to call me dumb and rude
Yet you wonder why others come unglued
In the future will there be much water and abundant food?
Time I deliver crushing news
This is something true
You'll just be another one to lose
If you never ing move
Regardless of having on running shoes
Instead of cutting loose
Ready to handle what ensues
Never once had trust in fools
Often relied on clutching tools
Learning just about nothing in schools
Despite all the cues
Would you see a bigger picture with any clues
Do what you choose
Ya'll so easily amused
Following the same old ruse
Like me and booze
For awhile I was confused
Continuing to snooze
Until I started to muse
Then took a cruise
Barefoot or with shoes
Eventually it started to fuse
After paying my dues
Reactive over most stuff
People quick to disclose much
Know what
For the longest time I always gave no s
I had to grow up
Instead of doing donuts
Close and far from a snow hut
Risking it all, relying on my own luck
Often could've led to death from a misstep the throat cut
Yo cuz
Close and far from a rose bud
Never hit a home run
Died beside a blood soaked gun
In a pool of his own blood
Over a feud that was so dumb
After living a life where he wanted it, but got no love
Changes
If I could change the world in more ways than presently,
Computers would not crash; nor could they ever be hacked. If competition does not increase in both NBA Conferences,
Playoff spots in the NBA would be reduced to 6 from 8.
In the automobile industry, Buyer Beware Rules would be changed,
affording buyers a fighting chance of getting a good car at a fair price.
No dictatorships in Asia or Africa.
No drugs from Middle East or South America.
Political parties would be discouraged in the US of America.
Terror would cease; and nations would study war no more.
Absolutely no one would pay attention to political polls.
The entire planet would be neither too hot, nor too cold.
Every person would live for ever, and never grow old.
The streets in every city would be paved with gold.
And there would be no pot holes on the road.
No nation would be aggressive toward another nation.
Every nation would humanely govern itself as it chooses.
There would exist the purest form of Sovereignty among nations.
Peace will reign from East to West and from North to South Poles.
All transactions would be fair, and nothing would be deceitfully sold.
There would be fair trades between people everywhere around the globe.
Plenty of clean water for everyone, even the birds and the bees.
Medicines would be minimized, and healing would come from trees.
Children would play without fear of pedophiles.
No human would be bartered or bought.
No child abuse or women misused;
No abortions and no rapes;
No cruelties to any animal,
Including elephants and whales.
04112016 PS Contest, If You Could Change The World, Dan Kearley
Like some grinning mad ghost scratching at the side door of your senses
Begging to come inside to bring you wrath and wickedness
Bringing cold where it's warm
Bringing scariness where it's safe and secure
Bringing scattered shouts where it's silent and serene
Sociosarcastic...an all star symphony
Wind outside your window...whispering your name
Spotlights upon your hiding spots...in shadows now you scream
You conquer and connive...now you run away and hide
Paranoia is your prize
Like that feeling of being followed by something savage and so silent
Invisible are the invaders that slowly make your mind turn violent
Faintly you can hear the violins...they play upon your virtues and your vice
Muscle bound a monstrous man now minimized to mice
Dropped the dice one too many times...now time comes to a stop
The clock is a creep that's laughing louder
Madness minutes make you mutter
In the gutter with your gold
In the sewer with your silver
Your mindless moans of misery get mocked by dancing mimes
Dropped just like a dime
Paranoia is your prize
Like waking from a nasty nightmare just to discover you're in another
The litter of your lunacy leaves you running from the devil
Down on Lucifers level you earned your wages in evil
There is no way out from confusions soul cage
Once an eagle now a vulture
Filthy rich and ruthless down in retarded sub cultures
Empty are your eyes as you stare at a muddy mirror
Cracked and convoluted
Now twisting in your terror
Last brain cell is cooking fast like bubbles in a boiling pot
Above the surface of your many sins...now you'll never rise
Dumfounded in the darkness
Paranoia is your prize