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How Did We Get Here?
Like paper torn into pieces with the truth,
Always able to see the big picture, doing all I can
Yet, feeling like I am trying to put water on a raging fire
Only to have the wind keep blowing it fiercely
Watching others in denial or yet others opposing with lies
Evil pumping like the flow of blood through society
But, there is no heart and faces are blank!
Feeling powerless only able to pray, pray and pray
I see the same as I did when I was a child
This time, it is on a much bigger scale
I am waiting to see the breaking point
That I can reassure you, no-one will want to experience
Then, hearing the question after the fact:
How did we get here?
Well, we got here because we ignored
Or we participated in the injustice
We got here because we chose not to act
Chose not to unite in a positive way
Chose to be silent, when our voices matter most
Waited for change as if it comes like magic
It doesn’t and it won’t!
It takes recognizing the downward spiral for what it is
The extent of suffering it will bring
It takes courage to fight in a positive way
Before it is too late!
Later, there is no turning back
Some things are lost, destroyed, never to be recovered again!
And that my friend is a dark day with no light to be seen!
Heidi Sands
3/19/19
Oh yes, I am resolved.
Resolved to heal and not to wound,
to listen more than answer back,
to be more balm than stringent sound
to friend, or foe when they attack.
Ah yes, I am resolved,
to think myself not more exalted,
more worthy of a higher place,
no guile beside my name reported,
no hiding of my truest face.
Steadfast, sure, is this resolve,
to not befriend this hostile world,
to turn and bend and be conformed.
To rather burnish tarnished gold,
redeem, renew and be transformed.
Yes, oh yes, I am resolved.
For me there is no turning back,
a steadfast rock in every hour.
But oh, this power I surely lack.
To will, to do, and not fall back
Lies only in my Lord's great power.
Steady as a rock, firm faith she carries
The embodiment of strength, girl power!
She reads out her mind like a political novel
Confidence is her hidden name and she lives it
For she believes it.
She is the epitome of exemplification,
Doing what she ought to do as she said she would
Ready to go against all odds to fulfill her say
For the record, her stay counts
For the record, she defines a woman;
Speaking for the less privileged,
Advocating for those in need
Her efforts go not in vain with follow-ups;
The third mother of her nation!
She is a rich fountain of inspiration,
To the young girls walking behind their shadows
Comfortable as cowards feeding on fish bones,
Patriarchy the rule of the game.
To the silent women who mourn day and night,
For pain fills their cups to the brim,
Their broken hearts, she is out to redeem;
Her words are perfect comfort to the hurt.
To the forgotten society,
Redemption she has brought home
Like a package mama sent her child to bring.
Clearing doubts loitering along the streets of men’s mansions
Doing better, whatever men can do
She has proven them wrong
Oh yes! She has proven anything possible to fighters.
Good leaders build the nation, the bad bleed it out
That is their duty, their call to office!
Majority lie to slumber, so we let them be the dogs they have chosen to be;
Guns we coach, awaiting the return of the predators
To watch history repeat itself, not to live the past again
Just like in the old days, getting ready to avenge the offender
He who framed you up to the punishment;
Benefits from the hater, he taught you how to fly.
It is a heavier load than what ants carry,
The resilient determinedly deliver service
Sticking their necks to chests like spiders
They satisfy the expectations of the predecessors
Not to forget the people
For when the people have it to their throat,
When the people awake to demand for results,
When the people finally raise their voice;
When enough is enough and there is no turning back,
There will be no peace for leaders by deception.
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(Verse 1)
Wires hummed, skies turned black,
a boy misstepped—no turning back.
though changed forever was he,
his heart was warm as summer's sea.
(Refrain)
Oh, walk slow, Ray, forget the stares,
Kindness shines through scars you bear.
Folks all know you by your name,
God still sees you just the same.
(Verse 2)
Ray walked the streets, dusk till dawn,
A green-ghost some feared—but not his mom.
"My Ray, don't hide your light,"
He grinned wide, though shy from sight.
(Refrain)
Oh, walk slow, Ray, forget the stares,
Kindness shines through scars you bear.
Folks all know you by your name,
God still sees you just the same.
(Verse 3)
The world is cruel, the world is blind,
But Ray left footprints soft and kind.
When dawn cracks gold on railroad tracks,
Ray fades like steam, never looks back.
(Refrain, softer)
Oh, walk slow, Ray...
When God steps onto the stage, the curtain slowly falls,
And the world as we know it dissolves like a dream at dawn,
A dream that becomes vapor, rising toward a timeless sky,
And we stand on its edge, watching as all we knew
Melts into a sea of light and shadow,
Where outlines disappear and transform into something else,
Something we could never have imagined,
A beauty that takes your breath away,
Or perhaps a horror that digs its claws into your soul,
Without escape, without choice, just an overwhelming experience,
In which love and fear merge into a cosmic dance.
Are we ready to welcome this divine invasion?
When the natural universe melts like wax under the flame of eternity,
And God, unmasked, enters the heart of every being,
Each of us will feel that uncontrollable power,
A love that irresistibly draws you in or a terror that tears you apart,
Wondering at each threshold of thought: what have we chosen in life?
For then, there is no turning back or any way of escape,
Only the acceptance of the inevitable that invades our being,
And in that moment, we will know our true essence,
A world ending to be reborn into something greater,
A place where souls intertwine with the infinite,
Where love and fear become two sides of the same divine coin.
Once crashed the waves in tempest’s storm,
and blew the wind as sails were torn.
Once drove the rain against frozen skin
as darkness took the vessel in.
Once void of any hope at all,
trapped deep inside the prison’s wall,
beneath the crushing weight of lead
but faintest light shown from ahead.
Then in a moment, skies were clear
and ocean’s calm dispelled the fear.
It seemed blue skies meant all is well.
The storm has past now mend the sail.
So gave I way to those who care,
and bent the knee and found what’s there -
pure wine upon the lees in hand
and from it, strength to make a stand.
But drifting time brought slumber’s sleep
as wind reversed across the deep.
Blue sky gave way to churning black.
Nowhere to go, no turning back.
For little deeds allowed back in
like seeds of tares took root again
and oh, how fast the vines did grow.
And I had nowhere left to go.
Once back again in tempest’s hold.
Now worse the winds, now worse the cold.
The brief blue sky and radiant warm…
was only the eye of the storm.
New planet
New planet, new world, but what kind of? Better than mine and yours
The present earth is great, let’s make a copy with corrections to life
Yes, the life of humanity never will be perfect kind, corrections are lives
Take there all the knowledge and experience with the corrected science of mind
We must do it from planet to planet for the life in the life, just enjoy the life
Always and at every time a new kind of life, passes planets are graveyards
There is no past
No turning back
Calling
Calling
Always
Every time
The new planet
The new life
Dance it
Dropped my life
Age bought me to this valley I must walk,
there is no turning back, I have no choice.
All those who went before me now lie still,
unanswered are the sounds of my own voice.
A soft white bed beneath, this valley floor
with every step I take I hear it sing,
a gentle dirge of sorrow to the dead,
no Nightingale, this sound the song of springs.
The winding strands around me are not trees
but tubes and wires that rise to right and left
horizon nothing more than a flatline,
mere confirmation of a soul bereft.
My parents walked this valley, brother too,
and recently good friends though none will cross,
some saw this path approach, some never knew,
the deeper that I go, deeper my loss.
November 14th, 2017
For contest 'Empty your soul with words', sponsored by Broken Wings.
Structure
I’ve got an old fashioned heart and my soul is still dreaming.
I’m not a wise man, but I do have wisdom.
I’ve got an immature head on bones that are slowly breaking.
My body aches, my tired eyes fail
And my memories have all been long forgotten.
If life is a clock-face, I am not yet at six,
But my heart has gone on past eleven o'clock;
I guess you can teach an old dog new tricks.
I raise my spirits up and once more venture into my destiny.
Time is a non-entity in a world of possibilities.
Dreams come and go, as do the years that fly on past.
No longer a child, I am a man; there is no turning back.
The clock is still ticking, counting sands;
My lack of ambition is a steak through the heart of all my plans.
Hopes and wishes are only ever fantasies.
Back to reality with a bump, I am still falling, but enough about me…
I hope you are simply splendid! Anything less is not worthy.
You deserve only the best of my kindest of wishes
And I hope you find in your vocabulary,
The words to tell me what you envisage,
So I can try to move mountains for you in all of my dreams.
Let it be so; what do you need?
Ask me for anything.
This vessel is your tool to build a great wonder of your choosing.
Great literature shall be written about the future we are building.
One stepping stone at a time, there are paths beneath the waves.
We can make dreams come true here;
Together we will find a way.
Great towers shall stand, fires atop them, burning high into the night.
All people will travel to see your wonder that we will bring to life.
From small seeds great oaks shall rise
And your vision they will find,
As they walk out of the desert and marvel at your creation.
It will be a perfectly perfect personification.
Our hands are the missing link,
Your theory is a string;
Let me be the bow to your violin.
(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Form:
As I study “Without Borders” it begins to rain and I drift in and out of reality. —quote by poet
MAX with rainfall
the hammer of rainfall
counterbalanced with bold
red round sun, nearly a world
within a world of color
white clouds like dancing spooks
across the rotund belly of impassioned sun
verdant green leaves mask the rain-
clouds…dim light
that boat appears
when my eyes drop
like rain, i feel
my mood change
i can see splatters
of red, yellow, blue
lightly hitting the river
headed for me
the hues are not primary
but rather
salmon, blueberry and banana-creme
—then the sails,
lift me above the waters,
smaller than the sun
but distinct
the placid vessel rests
as do i - no turning back
and the rains
have stopped
as i look away
4/8/2023