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The color of blood unchanged,
flowed in the stream of time evolved,
as ancient singular ancestor etched
footprints of humanity on the globe, explored.
Common lineage thriving insulated,
splintered into diverse lineage of races,
physical traits got typified,
melanin played with color on the skin.
Born free under one seamless sky,
equality pines in veiled deprivation.
Unkind history modulated
the misplaced sense of superiority.
When in bleached sky the black clouds melt
in silent rain of unseen tears of pain,
and the heavy air toxic with hatred suffocates,
I can’t breathe.
June 11, 2020
Contest : All Yours (Jan 29)
Sponsor : Brian Strand
The embodiment of unique sensual existence,
life is the construct of esoteric sublime elements,
suffused supremely with the aspects of devout spirit
within the transcendent trinity of heart, mind and soul.
Beneath the sensitive surface of mortal perception,
my heart resonates the silent cadence of inner intent,
modulated by the inspiring melody of awareness,
that harmonizes with the concerto of awakening.
Under the multi-layered lattice of the architect mind,
the soul at the immeasurable meditative depth,
where consciousness is the light of eternal truth,
enduringly reflects the preeminence of heavenly glow.
Beneath the serene facade of rippling feelings,
the benign mind transitorily builds sensory images
on the fleeting screen of spiritual mindfulness,
transmitted inward to set the soul on divine flight.
Released from the psychic clasp of karmic destiny,
my essence transcends the limits of time and space.
The intent to embrace the realm of perpetual peace
arouses my soul to ascent to the zenith of godliness.
"Super credence...!"
Coming from the west,
Known by many;very popular and people's figure,
Qualified with soft speech,modified with prominent smile,
Dressed with simplicity,but very focal,
The complexion is matched to brilliance,
Lifted up in air was the nose;catching public attention,
Perfumed with premium lavender diffused from the skin into clothing,
"Preemptively ushered",someone said,
Fashioned with tanned pelt around the bust,...kente from the waist,covering to the knees,
Beads and cowries all over the neck,...as well as ears,arms and feets,
Head covered with scuff,
Carrying a pot of water,
Traditionally attributed to firmness and greatness,
Moulded with superintendent qualities;staunch and wisely modulated,
Possess melodious voice;Seductively enriched,
A marital object for procreation and generational changing,
Talented to dance,subbed to singing,
Colourful in appearance,
Useful creature among equals,
Warrior for true love,...even though life is full of irony,
Taste her food,and come for more,
Culturally valued and highlighted,
"Where does she come from?",
Goddesses over waters applauds her magnificence,
Monumentally, she is the mother of world actors and heroines,
Spreader of democracy and patience;Incomparably agitated,
"Tell me...who's this proficient person?",
That is the legend of years;an indigenous superstar,
Proudly known as,"MAMA AFRICA",
"The jewelry everyone is digging for".
Intrinsic intuition tunneled through time,
drives incessant the central cognitive impulses,
surges with the sensuous waves
of enlivening enlightenment,
through the vacuity of amorphous perception.
The rhythm of time pulsates relentless
in the inner secluded space infinite,
the fervent frequency in harmony
with the intonation of the void,
the transition designed unequivocally
from one articulation to another,
modulated innately by the motivating stimulus
of the illumined soul.
Undiscerned life force abhors pervasive vacuum,
propels persistently the existential essence
through the sense-saturated emptiness
of enigmatic equanimity of abandonment
to the self-suffused sanctum of fulfilling bliss.
A defining figure of our times,
a legacy as a statesman and orator,
his speeches became the weapons
that brought together the demoralized nations.
In the cauldron of crisis, Churchill’s leadership
transformed the course of the war
and the dwindling moral of the people.
His firm voice like "we shall fight on the beaches”
resonated with the incantation of collective courage,
turning insolence into principles that united a worn-out nation
unwilling to surrender when the shadow of defeat loomed large.
Understanding the psychological elements of warfare
he cultivated the spirit of strength,
drawn from the people he strived to inspire
discovering his purpose in their resilience.
His trademark cigar, the bulldog carriage
and the insolent attitude symbolized the British flexibility.
A man of the empire in the democratic milieu,
modulated by his obstinate will force
to resist the seemingly unstoppable tides of time,
he was created as a legend from his defects.
A deeply sensitive human being
he achieved profound greatness through struggle,
reminding us that true leadership is not the lack of fear,
but the determination to act heroically in its presence.
Something about loose lips and loose women,
old young recollections
some too dark for conversation,
some too light for
a poetry reading.
Your face is disfigured;
when I open your page,
greying origami birds
fly out of your story
beaks carrying
lint and gilings, but something else,
a partial picture of what we left in each other.
We will cry about this one day,
after the last day perhaps.
I am modulated by memory,
by the lingering smell
of your lusts.
The slow simmer of times
throes and pangs.
Maybe by then we will
catch each other’s breaths
inhale long last drops,
bundled together
as close as new bled lambs.
The flow of intrinsic instinct channelized
through the seamless emotive space,
between shining sensitivities of discernment,
drives the central cognitive impulses,
propels persistently the existential essence
across the verve-saturated emptiness,
surges with the waves of sensuous sequins
of enlivening ethereal attraction
through the vacuity of amorphous perception.
The eternal elements of time pulsates unsensed
in the ether of the inner secluded space,
defining a piece of infinity in continuum.
The fervent rhythm of enticement in harmony
with the covert cadence of blankness,
transitions explicitly into designed nothingness
from one invisible articulation to another,
modulated innately by the motivating stimulus
of the illumined stellar souls.
In life’s changing dynamic landscape,
the pathway across the tortuous topography
winds the present moments to the nebulous future,
imprinting the footprints of fate
for me to walk the last mile.
In the ordained journey to the timeless domain
life turns into a turbulent river of time,
where the cross currents of incursive thoughts
interlace with the mystic motif of the mind,
making an unhinged lattice of introspection.
In the disorderly gust of divesting disarray
my wanton spirit is disheveled to dishabille state.
As my mind wavers unsure in the cascade of confusion,
prudent thoughts intrude the psyche with awareness,
searching for the meaning of life in contemplation.
I feel the pulse of time vibrate
in the realm of mortal impermanence
with the harmonic cadence in harmony
with the indistinct rhythm of eternity intonation,
manifested in timeless transition
from one phase to another in ambiguous continuum,
modulated mystically by the acuity stimulus
shimmering in the illumined soul.
I trace the shifting shadow of the furtive future,
configuring the image of the illusive life,
carried by the transcendence of the mirage
across the desert to the oasis mind,
where dwells the aspiration of perpetuity
with the dormant dream of immortality
in the instants stalled within the frozen time.
There the spectrum of the setting sun
tinges the shadow of infinity in the sated soul,
floating in the ethereal waves in the bay of bliss.
where I wait to drift to the yonder shore
across the sea of uncertainty
between the present and the future,
not knowing if it defines the edge of eternity,
and what lies beyond.
Forgotten Hero
I was awesome;
destined to be rich and famous when I grew up.
Until that happened,
I settled for being a superhero…
And I was!
I was untouchable.
Bulletproof.
So fast you couldn’t even see me,
and faster still in my special shoes…
which was a good thing
because I had underwear on my head.
I was the picture of heroism
posed before the oscillating fan
which billowed my bed-sheet cape
and modulated my voice
to mimic a pre-pubescent Optimus Prime.
With a giftwrap-tube in hand
I was armed for any conflict.
Yet for all my power, I was incorruptible.
My faith was absolute…
in the certainty that
good always triumphs over evil,
and I never intended to lose.
I sought the distressed damsels
because that was the right thing to do…
not for any reward;
certainly not for their cootie-infested
kisses of gratitude.
I was great beyond everything I knew,
universally loved and adored.
I was the greatest hero the world had ever known,
and everyone wanted to be my friend…
…until they didn’t.
Because wearing fruit of the loom helmets
is for weirdoes and losers.
Because children need to stop daydreaming,
and focus on their studies.
Because not everyone can be rich and famous,
and it’s impractical to chase after foolish dreams.
Because there is no such thing as “special shoes.”
Because everything isn’t black-and-white, and
standing for what you believe to be good is intolerant,
and unacceptable.
Because superheroes aren’t real,
girls don't have cooties,
and it was time to grow up.
…and I have.
07/31/15
Intrinsic intuition
tunneled through time,
drives incessant
central cognitive impulses,
surges sensuous waves
of enlightenment
enlivening,
through vacuity
of perception
amorphous.
Rhythm of time
resonates relentless
in inner space
infinite,
frequency in harmony
with the intonation
of eternity,
transition designed
unequivocally
from one articulation
to another,
modulated innately
by motivating stimulus
of the illumined soul.
Undiscerned life force
abhors vacuum
pervasive,
propels persistently
existential essence
through sense-saturated
emptiness of equanimity
enigmatic,
to the cosmic cauldron
divine.