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Up and down
left and right
we row and row
to seek the treasures
abundant on this land
mutual aid is needed
you cannot succeed on your own
remember, no man is an island
Up and down
left and right
we row and row
Behind every enterprise, there is support.
Individuals who show support
with hope and confidence
be it a small or big aid
one cannot rise on its own
without other people helping
working together side by side
Up and down
left and right
we row and row
We can reach our purpose,
we can, we can
If we work together
we will reach it, before long.
Up and down
left and right
we row and row
Challenges that we may face
be it rough sea currents
drenching us with waves after waves
drowning our spirits
even getting chased by wild savages
that wants to eat us
or hunted down by a pack of vicious lions
as long as we help each other
we will come through it
reaching our admired goal
side by side, gloriously
Some say that
the power of one is strong
however, being alone
makes one vulnerable
to be attack from many sides
having trusting allies
being alongside of each other
helping each other
we are sure to win
As the saying goes
a single stick
breaks easily
a bundled of sticks
stays strong
Up and down
left and right
we row and row
such is the same for wolves’
they work as a pack
they are strong as a pack
they succeed as a pack
they have each other’s backs
So do a ship
if the crew is organized
the ship crew’s functions well
the journey will reach its destination
if the ship crew is in disarray
it will bicker and plot schemes
that will destroy each other
leading to ruin
surely it will sink the ship
All for one, one for all
we rise
when united
we fall
when divided
Up and down
left and right
we row and row
the world’s bounty is open for us
to acquire and enjoy it.
Nothing is impossible
being united, anything is possible
Up and down
left and right
we row and row
there it is
land ho, land ho
the place that has it
the treasures that we seek
Up and down
left and right
we row and row
We are HERE
anchors away boys
we can land now
celebrating our success
to rest our laurels
enjoying our well-earned rewards
of our achieved dreams
If a book has footnotes, though it is fiction,
How do you classify it?
Historical fiction has made some inroads
To this chimera crossroads
But science fiction
Ironically, is behind the times
I’ve kept writing vigils like Virgil.
I muse ‘neath the stellar stars at night, I sure hope you do, too.
Perhaps a mix, writing while wundering under stars is next on my list To Do
I don’t mean to be egotistical
but I hope to revolutionize literature fictional
A melding of deep research and deep imagination is my objective.
Thank you for being part of this voluntary experiment. Collective.
To cross bloodlines of logic and creative
Though she personally likes them, this avocational teacher thinks
For students, textbooks and research papers can be dry
Entertainment is currently a current vapid like air
But rippling vibrant characters could add life and water
I’ve heard people say ‘no man is an island’
and ‘standing on the shoulders of giants.’
Reading and citing
giants’ thoughts are excellent.
You’ll tower among the peaks
And enjoy their “views.”
But you can create even
small things
with your equals, also.
Long distances of space and time are fine.
Someone who is dead- a slight seance
or someone on the other side of a screen.
But you can turn to the person next to you, also.
The “joyful burden” of creating does not solely fall on your shoulders.
If each “man is a universe unto himself,” two universes combining- how much larger are the infinities?
Yet, most celebrities’ songs are sing-ular singing.
Yet, most books have but a single author. I mourn for all the lost possibilities.
And as they yammer on with their plastic faces and artificial voice sounds
I can assure you, someone in your own classroom or neighborhood has written something more profound.
And, if you look, another person in reach could sing the pants off them, hands down.
Spawn beautiful ideas and solutions and skills and combinations of knowledge and rhyme.
Ideas spawn other ideas, ad infinitum down the line.
Chimeral caleidoscopic chords.
Form:
Is there a beast so fierce,as to have no pity. To make tears of blood,run from an unborn childs eyes. Must sweet roses die,as they dry up and wither. A portrait of insanity,young children marching off to war. No man is an island,nightmares wake us ever screaming. Thieves come forward,dressed in the guise of politicians. To crush our dreams and hopes,with false promises and lies. Rule number one,is young fools die in useless wars. Like sand in an hour glass,time is trapped forever. Inside one man's pain,is another man's pleasure. Found hiding in the shadows,underneath a killing moon. Bells they do toll,and death stands forever laughing. As the soils of this earth,run forever red with blood. The crimson smell and taste,ever present in your senses. Like lambs in a field,ever moving to the slaughter. Old politicians start wars,yet the young die and suffer. Nowhere to turn and run,when caught within insanity. Brother killing brother,over things they fail to understand. Living in a nightmare,where the beasts are politicians.
Some say “it’s better to have love and lost than never love at all”
They also say “if it was meant to be it will come right back to you”
I say “love is the enemy the silent destroyer and not to be underestimated”
It is the ruler of your brain and the master of your heart
Anything lost should remain lost; if its possession was of any worth it would
not be neglected
Nothing is meant to be if it was not carved in stone, our future is mold by our
choices.
Never get emotionally attach to anything /any one you cannot see yourself
without.
For life is a journey and understanding should not compliment doubt.
Some say “never to burn your bridges behind you”
They also say “you cannot know the future without knowing your past”
I say “knowing your history is one thing but the future still remains a mystery.
Some bridges are made to be burned while some weren’t strong enough to
last
Not everyone that gives a helping hand has a good intention
Your friend could be as close as your brother but behind his aid manifest
deception
“No man is an island and no man stands alone”, I remember this well.
Who made this phrase up, what do they mean and on what aspect? Please do
tell.
Unity is strength I know this to be true and still what was made a whole can be
broken in two
I say “anything you can’t do by your self leave it alone and be very careful not
to make ones burden your own.
Some say “the youths have no hope for the future”
Yet what hope does the future provide for the youths?
And what’s the sense of being direct if it’s not all the truth?
Also what good is an opinion now if you chose to be mute?
I say “youths make use of your prime”
And ensure that you’re being paid for your time.
Never expect people to tell you the truth,
It would be a bonus if they do
People will say what they want also do what they want
So I say, time is money so when you talk be quick
And when you come with your ideology or your tricks
Come prepared for a conflict
IT’S NOT OVER, WHEN GOD IS IN IT
Sometimes in life we get into different kind of situations, we turn to meet people in life, yea its life, no man is an island. But we have the tendency of making future plans forgetting the fact that we do not know what the future withhold for us. The greatest mistake to make is to complete your future in your thoughts and claim to stick to them. Plans basing on the current situations and including other people you met in life as you are passing through. Ok yes it is good to have a vision and stuff like that but that very person you just added in your plan has his/her own life thoughts and plans too. They are just like you but their plans will contradict yours, they won’t turn out be act as you wished because they make theirs to suit their lives. And when that time comes, where different pathways seem to reveal themselves it becomes world ending to you.
All I am saying here is that, that is the very time to run to God and enquire about His plan for your life, because He has prepared one for you and is more than being ready. Just because they went their own ways doesn’t mean that they are rude or something of that kind, no. the world moves, you are just a speck. It can all happen without you, situations are conclusive for what you want, and the world hasn’t ended yet. Stop torturing yourself about that person whose plans were not align with yours, stop killing yourself with cold thoughts because it did not turn out very well at school, those examination marks are not to determine your fate. Failures and disappointments in life are just there to remind you that you are not the creator, go back to He who sent you and He shall show you the way. It’s not over when God is in it, just give Him the chance and live a purposeful life.
GOOD MORNING
LIFE THOUGH
Experts describe it as a complex emotional reaction, felt by people dwelling in isolation.
Sufferers sometimes cannot explain what they are feeling, as loneliness possess their being.
Why, oh why, is this disease so pervasive among so vast a population?
What is the explanation for this strange phenomenon we are seeing?
The family structure is cracked and broken, and we seem to be losing our mind,
Emailing, texting and tweeting have replaced good, old-fashioned conversating.
Instead of loving, caring, bosom friends, we’ve settled for the Facebook kind.
And spend the best part of our day posting, streaming and Facetiming.
We’ve forsaken our Creator and dislodged our spiritual mooring.
Now devoid of all bearing, we spend our life drifting,
Searching for true meaning by carousing, feasting and lusting,
And end up frustrated, depressed and still wanting.
Singles are prone to loneliness, since companionship is often a need.
It is not fun to cook, eat, and sleep all by your lonely self.
But singles can beat loneliness if to this creed they give heed,
That, “No man is an island, entire of itself.”
Wives can be lonely too, when companionship is lacking,
Because the man they married does not do much talking.
His home is his castle, and he behaves like he’s a king,
The TV is his mistress and he doesn’t do a thing.
Then there is the survivor, whose spouse is dead and gone,
And they are left to run the race and face life all alone.
The children have a life of their own and time is scarce as gold,
So, time with them is but a dream after they leave the fold.
Now if we want to cure this strange phenomenon,
We must seek after God with humility and submission.
And find true satisfaction by modeling our mothers,
In loving and serving and caring for others.
_Conviction Office,_
Dear You,
*UNTIL* *I* *OPENED* *UP*
I think I'm open
In the sense that i Outwardly Portray External Nonsense
Oh yes! I'm OPEN!
But what about the inside?
I thought by portraying my external nonsense,
I might be liked by all and experience their rosy sides.
But is that what i need to build my bed of roses?
When the thorns would just prick me if i lay on it.
I had Secrets,
Just like having a dark coven of angry lions
Ready to jump and devour
Indeed! One's mind is his life.
Simple sentences became aesthetically jumbled words in my head.
I tried to read meaning out of nothing.
I could say it was a solo casted movie:
Being the antagonist and protagonist in my mind merely projected in my actions.
No scripts to memorise, no directions yet it played horribly enthusiastically,
Until i opened up.
I lived fantasy outside
Yet scared, tormented, afraid, and mediocre inside.
Instead of having the peace of calm waters in my soul,
I had tantrums of volcanoes exploding in my head.
Until i opened up.
I never saw the essence of the people i had.
I thought being open was too cheap;
Rather, i was conforming to the hollow sentiments of this world,
All battling it out and always loosing.
Until i opened up.
I never saw the essence of a listener.
But when i did,
I appreciated the presence of an audience.
When i gave up the "I'm not telling life",
I now begun to experience real life.
Until i opened up!
I felt everyone had a story they didn't read out.
But now i know,
That every page is blank,
Ready to be filled with amazing stories of peace and tranquility.
No man is an island on his own. Open up and let's form a uniform body.
Unity is the way to go.
People crave to belong
We all want to pull together
We hope to get along
We wish to live in harmony with each other
Ideally it would be great if we all got along
In the real world this is but pure hypocracy
We cuss and fight incessantly
We never treat another like a brother
Hatred is not new
We only have a rehashed caustic brew
Of umbrage and petty slights
That cause problems that won’t go out of sight
The world is thus in a great plight
It’s all about acceptance
In this day and age of turmoil
Upheaval
And terrorism
Everyone wants to belong
Belonging is a natural state
Where we can achieve a purpose in life
An individual is naught but
One part of a greater whole
He can only achieve his best
When he is bolstered by another
To live in a world
Where you look in
Rather than participate
Is to be an outsider
A loner
A leper
This is not a life
Most would consider
Stratifications abound
In every aspect of society
Alignment of every criterion holds sway
We naturally have a gravitational attraction
To another of similar ilk
For none of us wish’s to stand alone
Truly no man is an island
We cannot exist without interaction of any kind
We must participate
Working together
For advancement of ourselves
And of society
Enmity has culminated in Great wars been fought
Over who can belong
The aim is to triumph natural selection
A waste of communal talent
Cliques are our shelters
In a world that does not always
Meet our needs
A homogenous environment of people
Creating a physical and mental ghetto
Sowing the roots of genocide
And other inhuman actions
We cannot all be the same
Individuality is good
Let us live together
Accept each other
Advance as one
No man is an island they say
Still, amidst this crowd and noise I feel lonely
I badly want someone to talk to
But words don’t come easy
Millions of things are running in my head
But my lips find it hard to utter
As I tossed and turned in my bed
Also wondering what really matters
I try to find the courage to fight
Trying to tell myself “It’s gonna be all right”
Hoping in time everything will be okay
But in the end, loneliness still finds me
In this eerie and cold prison
Darkness is my constant companion
And that loud voice that becomes my friend
It keeps telling me “I’m beyond broken which nobody can ever mend”
It’s a daily reminder of a failure that I am
That I have no choice, not even a chance
And redemption is something I cannot hold with my hand
And I should just keep doing this silly dance
I want to get out but I feel weak
I’m getting used to this losing streak
Should I give up and stop struggling?
Should I continue to put on a mask that’s laughing?
My head feels light as my chest feels heavy
No voice came out as I cry for help. “Please... somebody!”
I feel so helpless as this darkness envelops me
And let the monster in my head consumes me slowly
From this ongoing battle I want to be free
From this pain, this chaos, and this misery
And so I kneel down, before you I humbly pray
"My GOD, I have forgotten you. I was proud, forgive me.”
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Message from the author:
Whatever you're going through right now. Know that you are not alone. u
Surrender everything to Him and He will help you win your battle.
Trust that, this too shall pass and you will come out victoriously in the end.
God bless you :-) <3 <3 <3
no man is an island,
part of the continent i believe thee to say
well some have chosen a peninsula
free of cross-town traffic
friends are few and far between
we treasure our own thinking
less the frivolous conversations
with entities of no real worth, our pursuits
life quieter absent the chatter
have absconded from life's drama
which is a good thing
because the more withdrawn
the scarier to the world you are
hence few phone calls
or emails of, please forward at once
should a distant relative win the lottery
you won't be trampled in the line
having left the neighborhood
what better to your back
then the metaphor of the sea
there is no better place to be
dreaming of life on the high seas
easier to deal with reality, Empyreal Heights
more than likely your awarding fate
so yes, no man is truly an island
John Donne is quite correct
and if i could show him this world
of dystopian novels, romantic walking-dead
religious babblers, political rapscallions, preppers
blame God for manmade heaps of misery
brains with no depth of history
oxytocin, mirror neuron drooling fools
emotions missing logic and reasoning
better hauled away in a Honey wagon
or deposited into Honey Buckets
neither of which attracts a bee
well i am sure he would add a peninsula
to some other possibilities where to reside
then quickly disappear for apparent reasons
but you know us Romantics
we try to see a better side
from our own rooms on the peninsula
far from the maddening crowd
where creativity breeds unmolested
OKC 6/22