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If they shoot, tell my story
A boy writes a letter to his mother
She will know nothing of it
Until
Something bad happens
But he knows something will
He knows the colour of his skin
He knows that it means a possible death sentence
He gives his mom direct instructions
Of what to do if they try to silence his existence
He wants the world to know that he is the real victim
And his killers are the real villains
He would not allow the world to be ignorant
All the time He saw kids like him being killed
He wanted it to end with him
He had a plan
To expose the violence
Of a system trying to erase innocent kids like him
He wanted the world to know the truth about politicians
Who fake their sympathy
To change the narrative
As a distraction
For their evil actions
He knew she would know what he meant
He didn't want his death to be in vain
He wanted everyone to feel the pain
The type of pain black people experience everyday
Even if it means he has to die to make them pay
He wanted his mother to tell their story
Of when she found out she was pregnant And how she had already began to mourn him
Of her labour and how she faced discrimination
How her pain was ignored
Even though there was something wrong
How she feared losing her son
Because of their racism
He wanted the world to know about his childhood
How he grew up
And about his neighbourhood
A place where everyone understood
That many of their people might not make it out the hood
How the corrupt system locked them up
And collectively stole every back kids innocence
He told her to talk about his intelligence
How he beat the education system
And was preparing for college
And looked forward to his 18th birthday where he would get to experience adulthood
How it was all he could talk about
His final words was about how much he loved her
About how thankful
He was for her protection
Her love and affection
And said no matter what happens she will always be appreciated
A few weeks later
A month before his 18th birthday
One of his racist neighbours
Decided this would be his last day
Later his mom found his letter
Cried for her sons murder
Promising her son She would avenge him
She would get justice and make the world better
She would make sure the world remembers
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It still hurting alot
Mother, it hurts so much
methinks my head is about to, I can
fathom that thought of my head will o
explode, bits and pieces of me scattered________________t
around for all to see the shiny in's
of me because of my denied dues
not to be like autumn trees and
thrush of life's breaths shedding
whites off my hair expose its amber
If I surrender will I get my summer,
our talk that soured will sweeten
the hour? Query on hold. Hold, 'tis
aching yearns for its light skin tones
some shade, some toning to
hide. A walking dead
they'll see--weird, beach
sand, I face yet ere me
a challenge be ca ut io us ly
taken out thy sullen pose fates
a wild, wild guess, be my knees subtly
repenting. Nay, not knees, essence. A noun, trickery. Shall I count the days spent within your tummy,
Mommy? Oh very well I will clean my room until the
day comes when I raise my hand and that all five fingers, you'll see thee racist who had emerged in my mirror of late, and cast then shadows just out of sight seize d--arrested in plain view by America's finest doing bet review to say
that justice is well seems to be in order
from what I see,
there are fingers of
contempt and to my
mirror grip negativity,
I offer thee the pleasure
of my knee, lest my feet get
in the weigh ..., of a deserving
kick, one goes awry like a brat such as I.
O mother, who was so beautiful, yet, troubled with everything
that may affect on the son’s well being; and therefore, grew old.
O mother, who was so elegant, yet, was so concerned about her son;
she always worried and was thinking what if the son wet from
the spring mist, or what if the son falls on the flowerbed;
and therefore, grew senile.
O mother, such a great and virtuous, is well stricken by the years of moons, winds, stars, and clouds, and now, clumsily clinging on the trunk of a big tree, the grown son who stands tall with the root taken deeply in the ground, as a withered thin branch.
When a rain poured violently, the mother who never had a day
of peace thinking of her son, became an umbrella over my head.
When a blizzard raged, the mother who never had a day of serenity
worrying over her son, became a blanket over my body.
Although the umbrella was old, beaten, and spokes were broken,
a drop of rain was unable to wet me. Although the blanket was the rags
sewed here and patched there, the blizzard was unable to take my body heat away.
To give a life to the son, I know the mother,
you underwent the excruciating labor pain,
the pain that is more painful than the chopping yourself with an ax.
To bring up the child as a decent man, I know the mother,
you underwent the trouble after troubles of trials caused by
your mischievous son.
You were the woman of great heart and sagacity,
you, therefore, were able to accept all circumstances with equanimity,
good and ill, joys and sorrows, honors and dishonors;
you offered your life and all to your son with love,
understanding, and patience.
O mother, though you knew it was useless,
you stretched the withered thin branch out in air
to shut out a wild wind that was shaking the tree from the trunk.
O mother, though you knew that the wind was
beyond your strength to hold, but you did anyway,
because you loved your son so much; and as a consequence,
you were violently blown out from the trunk to fall on the ground.
Dear mother, you are, from the tomb where you are lying
as a little stone pillow on the grass,
recalling the memories of happy and joyful moments
while looking at your son proudly; recalling the memories
of tired and sorrowful moments while looking at your son worriedly.
“Within”
Shadow dreams
down silent roads
never taken
less than travelled,
the winter breeze
of the world within,
pulls out the hidden
message planted,
within
the quickening
attempts slow
anchoring,
the call persistent,
beckons, like the music
drumming softly,
lulling, calming
the rocking boat
in the heartbeat
rhythm of a contract
seeking solace
heard from the seat
of forgotten being,
a ghost banging
on the doors
of empty vessel,
conversations holy
for the supping
You open ;
the unseen
stands holding out
its hand at the
door of your
conscience,
you are
escaping back to
what is real
within,
the awakening ;
the quickening
attempts slow
anchoring
the call
hauntingly familiar
beckons you forward
away from the
time confining
sands of your shores
rippling cool
all those times
all those stories
you loved
over your bare feet
now walking
across seas
annointed
by water
the call,
like a dream
hauntingly familiar
beckons you
forward
like the sound
of your beautiful
Ocean
True Love
is calling
(LadyLabyrinth / 2021)
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“Non-Eternal”/Max Richter
https://youtu.be/9zkQX2FrRLM
“In the morning of life,
before its wearisome journey,
The youthful soul doth expand,
in the simple luxury of being;
It hath not contracted its wishes,
nor set a limit on its hopes;
The wing of fancy is unclipped,
and sin hath not seared the feelings:
Each feature is stamped with immortality,
for all its desires are infinite,
And it seeketh an ocean of happiness,
to fill the deep hollow within.”
“Know that we have met before
and that we will meet again.
I will find my way to you
in the next life,
and every life after that.”
“The Soul selects her own Society -
Then - shuts the Door -
To her divine Majority -
Present no more - ”
rev 3:20 KJV
The Mother-Child Soul Contract -
https://www.ascendedpresence.com/blog/mother-healing
https://energyboutiquehome.wordpress.com/2019/05/11/the-mother-wound/
https://in.toluna.com/opinions/3421285/How-Souls-Choose-Their-Parents-and-Families-An-amazing-and
Dear Jimmie, where ever you are,
I want you to know that I do fail to notice you by far.
You ill-treated me to no end when no one was there,
Around my mother or anyone you would not dare.
When I understood, I labeled as a coward at his best,
I often think about your anger towards me as you rest.
Praying to God about the son you left behind,
He turned out like you over a period of time.
Very abusive to women and others he meet,
??That devil??…I will defeat!
As I grew to understand that what you did was not cool,
Your intact being so cold and cruel.
Why were you so filled with rage I must ask?
Relationships…and marriages should be a Blessing and not a task.
I guess you never learned to love anyone you met,
A sadistic cycle…I am willing to bet.
Don’t get me wrong, I love my son with ALL of my heart,
Through my loving mother’s quest to help me with him, we grew apart.
Now born, living and descended from your evil soul,
An inquiry from him about you I pray remain untold.
“Rest In Peace” I would NEVER say to you…
The pain and hurt you caused me my mother never knew.
Seeing you again is certainly not something I wish,
Forgetting what you done is something I can not accomplish.
Because I see you in my son each and everyday,
I pray to God…that that vicious cycle will go away.
I will not say thank you for my son…because it was God
...and God alone,
I will love him dearly until I am dead and gone.
So again, as I live life I will continue pray…
to God that my son will change 1 DAY!!
Hell,is where you should be…
Thank God there was NEVER a you and me!
Your son's name is J***** jus' in case.
Again, I never hope to see you again face-to-face!
Seems your family tried to cover up why you took your own life,
But it came out that your father, abused you, G**** and your mother B*****, his first wife.
It sad to know that you were probably molested like[ our] son by YOUR dad,
When he died, I was not sad.
All I could think about was that he hurt everyone around him and you were the worst end result,
And that he was born and raised to be a monsterous adult.
How for back in the family this abuse go,
With him gone, I guess we will never, ever know.
If you are listening from above,
The ONLY thing I regret is that you were never taught to love.
Sincerely Yours, "Jackie"
Primordial begs a question. Precursor answers,
prior request. Clarity necessitates perspective
anchored. Pre-Genesis /\ Chapter 1: Verse 1 of
it being OUR EARTH-- / \ Verse 3 is the FIRST
LIGHT as our Daystar/ \as ALL LIGHTS trails
allies like------------ ------------Flora and
Fungi, plus \ /Fauna. Then
all four seasons.\ / Winter, Summer,
Spring, and Fall./ \To four elements
known matter, / / \ \ Earth, and air
water, and / / \ \ fire. Lastly,
humanity. / / \ \Man is Adam
And the / / \ \ Woman is
Eve. Says/ / \ \ clarity
cites / / perspective \ \ in a
lengthy / / expounded detailed \ \ point
of view./ / ALL LIGHTS, closing this \ \SHAPE
POEM \/FORM. Second LIGHTS that \/ came
post ALL LIGHTS—describes the Daystar that’ll
highlight in several varying details elaborately
formatted. Being that its duly noted as wisdom
dictate, values bring a wealth of common home
knowledge that everyone soon knows the truth.
of THE BOOK of GENESIS. Mom confessed to me
into its TRUE LIGHT as THE WORD OF GOD BE A
LIGHT AT OUR FEET--A BEACON UPON THE HILL.
Earth was made for humanity, we’re ALL LIGHTS
created as a sharing amongst ALL other LIGHTS
as it was written—now elaborated. Daystar are
LIGHTS that precedes ALL LIGHTS, plurally. The
WHYS & WHEREFORES like GENESIS, was written
and elaborated as well. GOD IS THAT LIGHT and
POINTS NOT TO GOD, AND DAYSTARS LIGHTS, US,
AND ALL LIGHTS. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ THAT LIGHT IS
ON RESERVE AS ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ALL SAINTS--
KNOW “HOLY ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ TRINITY”:
GOD THE ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~FATHER,
GOD ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~THE
SON, AND GOD VWVWVWVWVW THE HOLY SPIRIT.
PONTIFICATE: "Take to the floor and raise the roof -- Matthew 5:16"
Why? GENESIS Wherefore! REVELATIONS
"The Holy Trinity, THAT LIGHT, on a universal eternal role as THE CREATOR, cometh EARTH'S dawning as predecessors were processing, and an unsuspicious dark universe were ripe for there dawning by THAT LIGHT."
IN THE NAME OF GOD THE FATHER, GOD THE SON, AND GOD THE HOLY SPIRIT, AMEN.
As your mother
I think of you each and every day
You don't have a single sister or brother
Thoughts of you continue to replay
In my head all night long
Wishing you were here
Home with me where you belong
I can't stand not having you near
So many things in my past I regret
If I could I'd go back and undo
There's so many things I wish I could forget
But the best thing to ever happen to me was you
My light when I was surrounded by dark
My strength whenever I felt weak
When I'm with you in my eyes there is a spark
In my life you are my highest peak
A love I've never known before
Than the first time I laid eyes on you
I knew there was no one I could ever love more
Never known a love so true
I tried so hard to give you the world
Remembering the first time as if it was only yesterday
Asleep on my chest you curled
There I wish you would've been able to stay
But so many things have happened since then
And maybe one day that I will be able to explain
Nothing about back when
Has done anything but cause me pain
But because of you I continue to fight
Cuz there's nothing in my life I want more
Than to make all these things right
Even though I can't get back all that time with you from before
I can spend every day from here on out
Trying to make everything I can up to you
To show you that it's you my world is all about
And there's nothing in this world I wouldn't do
Cuz you mean everything in the world to me
My first born baby boy
Growing up faster than I can bare to see
The love of my life, my pride and joy
Only four, months away from five
A month later enrolling in school
You are my every reason to strive
When I'm with you I try and play it cool
Though that's not always the easiest thing to do
It's your very smile
That reminds me I do what I do for you
But I know it's been a long while
I'm so much farther than I've ever been
And only get closer to being closer to you
After everything that happened back then
I know in my heart this much is true
You and I will be together again
Some way some how
I will keep you from any more pain
To you I make this vow
Cuz as your mother it's what I must do
After all you've already been thru
I want to prove that what I say is true
Cuz Son there is no one I love more than you!!!!
In the Church, I met a woman quite old,
Bending under the weight of years.
I wonder what made her steal my attention.
Was it her struggle to hold back her tears?
Despite her frail stooping figure
She seemed to have an indomitable will.
Defeating all infirmities of age, she stood,
With a face though sad, yet tranquil and still.
Strange enough, she recalled to me,
The determined but decrepit old man beside the pool
Who Wordsworth had once encountered,
Gathering leeches so scarce, but resolute and cool
I watched the woman humbly prostrate,
And feebly rise and straighten her aged form,
Surrendering herself at the feet of God,
Imploring grace for life’s little tasks to perform.
In her gnarled hands, she firmly held a prayer book,
With the other supporting her frail figure on a staff,
And with a sigh of relief, she left the church,
As if her afflictions were reduced to half.
As the Congregation dispersed in all directions
She feebly walked to her accustomed haunt.
At the rear side of the church was a Cemetery unkempt,
Where the ancestors slept, devoid of earthly cares and want.
Among all the tombstones in marble and granite
Erected in memory of the kindred dead,
There was a newly dug up grave,
That stood aloof as a heap of mud.
I watched the old woman approach this spot,
Where she knelt down with a calm demeanor.
Her withered hands clasped together in piety,
And her eyes closed in silent prayer.
With a convulsive motion of her lips
She rose and once more knelt down,
As if searching for a face so dear
Whose memory she could never ever drown.
Within that mound, slept her only son,
Who died in his prime, a month before,
Leaving his widowed mother behind,
To brave the shafts stinging, so sore.
As Time by seconds and minutes ticked away
The bereaved mother stood up at last,
And heavily yet quietly walked away,
Leaving the one who was once her own part.
In sadness, her faith sheds light in her cloistered heart
She has a calm assurance that though her son is gone,
In another realm, free from all tribulations and pain
He walks immortal in radiant bliss in the light of dawn!
April. 4. 2023
~ Placed Fifth~
Death of a Loved One Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Unseeking Seeker
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So young myself, I was naive'
Without a doubt, I did believe
the babe, then latched inside my womb
was bound to me, and would always be
Latched on, was he, as he was fed
Then later on, our hands instead
Not tall enough to open gates
I'd reach the latch for his escape
In time he grew to need more space
The bond we had, would stretch in place
With loving smiles, I watched him play
He longed to grow, and threads grew long
He reached to climb, and fly the wind
Yet ties remained, still ever strong
Years would pass, too soon, a man
Old ties would change, yet carry on
Love came along, as it should be
My eyes, if wise, must let it be
This union blessed, was good to see
Her love for you, the world could see
It didn't mean my son was gone
Songs are sung when lovers part
But no song for a mother's heart
When new adventures come one day
Those new roads take him far away
The man he is, has been set free
To be the man he wants to be
The child he was is never gone
She's letting go, yet holding on
If once, one wish were mine to choose
So many do my thoughts pursue
But one within my heart still yearns
If just one day, the clocks would turn
Together you and I would be
Sitting here among the trees
I would hold you close, upon my knees
then turn you loose, to join the leaves...
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RESPONSE
Oh, my child, if just one wish could be our own
The sun would shine for you alone
The moon would make the time grow long
Now many moons have come and gone
and you have grown, and now you know
You have a son........who is your sun
Your son, I know, is growing strong
There'll be a time to let him go
Your child will stretch the ties that bind
Inside, you'll find a tear resides..
For letting go, .....and father's pride
are tied together ,.....such is life
And doesn't come so easily
when love has bound the heart so tight
But go, they must,... and they will flee
and we must trust them well enough
to set them free.......
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For Contest Sponsored by Silent One "Response To Your First Poem"
9/27/15
His words cut deep like a knife,
Last night, it was as if all the unknown of the world pressed upon her gloomy soul,
His last punches blasted her chin and as well blurred her vision
The love they once had deserted the shores of his heart,
Like the parting crimson glory of the ripening summer sun,
Oops! She was married to a monster in a warmest husband's clothes.
Little Joshua got off the blue school bus,
Looking so sad and depressed,
You see it on his dull face,
Mommy and Daddy have been fighting again,
The roar of the commotion rose to thunder,
He's caught in the middle of it all,
Studies meant nothing to him at the moment,
Thought shook through him in poignant pictures,
A definition of wild whirl of nameless regret.
He has dreams, like every little boy in the world,
But right now his main dream,
Is to talk sense into the father or see him disappear forever.
He was fed up with those angry voices,
And can't embrace with ardor the prospect of serene leisure,
Like he was caught in a frosty thraldom of winter,
A ton's weight of resolve upon his muscles were just far fetched.
The mother's choice didn't work out the way she thought it would,
Alone in the room ruled by a viper,
Memories were flashing like moving images,
She remembered when she held his hands in church,
The pastor read through the scriptures,
Putting words in her mouth,
Maybe what the pastor said was not something that was within him,
She was blinded by the glittery,
Now pains devours the walls of her mind,
Yet, she could not throw out phrases of ill-humor.
Little Joshua came back from school,
He goes up to his room devastated and broken,
There was no point complaining to anybody,
Because Dad's ears were blocked and Mom's heart was already bleeding in anguish.
It's late already,
"Go to bed Joshua"
Mom's voice subtly echoed,
And remember to pray for better days
There he prays for one thing;
God, will you make Daddy disappear forever?
But never knew that Mom still loves the Dad amidst the beatings,
He forgot one can only choose his friend, but cannot choose whom his biological father is.
He woke up in the morning and mom said to him,
Time heals when pain is love!!!
A Stewart Annie Everestus 's poem © 2019