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I'm in a building made with concrete ceilings and walls caked thick with layers of decades old dust and littered with unfulfilled promises and broken pieces of past failures
The manacles on the wall look so dark and looming
A skeleton falls to break the burden of silence
Like a man finally falling under a cross that's become too heavy to carry
I can see so clearly in the dark its a frightening truth that speaks so clearly to my heart
In the future if humans want too survive they must evolve
I know every nook and cranny of these three stories
I tell this story under my breath in an undertone as evils press me into a corner
I can see the light of their eyes glowing in the dark
searching my soul for any signs of weakness
They feed on fear but there is no fear in me
Because True Love drives fear away
They're like my fellow classmates in a classroom observing the respect my voice commands as the power of my voice is like the tip of a warhead sitting on my lips
as a land mass the size of a continent breaks off the ice shelf
Suicidal Ideation March 30th, 2022 linkedin...
to mein kampf insync with mine body dysmorphia
After reading articles
published within April 4/11 2022
of The Nation
I challenged the efficacy
taking prescription medication
categorized as SSRIs
and/or SNRIs.
Unpleasant side effects
such as earth shaking dreams
and/or especially hefty weight gain
linkedin with former
comprising my daily cocktail
of approved prescription medication
courtesy nurse practitioner.
Deliberation about courting death rooted
throughout mine psyche
fueling sinister chortle
at least since bout with anorexia nervosa,
but... maybe ginned blood,
sans umbilical cord transfused in utero aortal,
though long since recovered, the intractable,
haunting specter, sans grim reaper
intertwining within every fiber of this mortal
rooted, grounded deep, and branched out
into each nook and cranny portal.
Said notion provoked,
when made painfully aware
youngest daughter (aged twenty three)
plagued with similar thoughts,
damn genetics did maliciously engineer
clutching telephone while
seated at edge of chair
did apologetically, despairingly,
grievously... did air
pestilential, penitential, plenipotential... scare
re: distraction and understandable fear,
she might unwittingly plunge
into hopeless abysmal despair
falling prey into irrevocable
deathly hallows lair,
though kudos for her
from me, this sole Harris heir
to communicate, (albeit
hesitantly) into mine ear
suddenly wishing thy
Shayna Punim to be near,
but residing (about three hour drive
southeast of Portland, Oregon)
with my kid sister, attentive to welfare,
a sibling whose persona
doth show tender loving care
and concern, this papa
felt reassured there
would be every action taken
with sixth sense to beware
lest progeny exhibits
pointedly obvious lurching career
dramatic slide in tandem
with Old Rotten Gotham
into behavioral sink
emergency measures sibling
immediately would commandeer,
hence somewhat relieved thee dear
beloved progeny receptive to hear,
this dada expressed his unconditional love,
and grateful psychological intervention
offspring boldly did declare
indicative professional help volunteer
really asserted necessary to stave off
how dice throw of fate unfair
to said lass, whose demise,
would abruptly kill this sonneteer!
I couldn't believe the word on the streets
It ran through every nook and cranny
and with urgent feet.
The news of a daughter's unkind heart was told.
A calculated wanton cruelty unfold.
The story began with a father's love,
His sacred trust betrayed by greed
in ashes thrust.
Ailing in the grasp of illness' woe,
The father weakened, his spirit brought low.
Yet, in his frailty, a serpent crept,
-His own blood- a vow broken and secrets kept.
The daughter who once was a tender kin,
Insidiously wore a mask, concealing sin.
Exploiting love for selfish gain,
She danced on morals and left them slain.
As illness wrapped its cold embrace,
She stole from him in a heartless chase.
No mercy shown and no love retained,
She executed her deeds, a legacy stained.
In the court of justice, truth unveiled
The daughter's treachery, scales impaled.
A jury stern with solemn eyes,
Listened to her deceitful cries.
Her guilt laid bare, there was no room to hide,
A wicked journey she couldn't guide.
Punishment awaited, justice sought,
For a father's love, so brutally fought.
The courtroom hushed until a gavel's sound,
Echoed justice, resounding around.
The penalty pronounced with a heavy toll,
For the daughter's wicked, heartless stroll.
She paid the price for her deceit,
A sentence served, yes, a bitter feat!
The daughter faced her inner strife,
In the cold abyss of her own life.
Let this be a lesson to those who yearn
To heed the bonds that love does earn.
For when betrayal's seeds are sown,
A bitter harvest shall be known.
Don Ask Me 'Bout Exacerbation Of Trumpeted "FAKE" News
The prez best get sent packing
to Lake woebegone
forced to coexist amidst University
of Pennsylvania Dutch
men in breaches
(May Apple lie)
swampy netherlands awash
with bipedal hominid
sucker pun ching leaches
where within every
whirled wide webbed
nook and cranny
Nietzscheism reaches,
and survival of fittest
iz basic credo,
and dogmatic ethos,
analogous to an apprentice teaches
a most frightful distortion of facts,
and make up mistruths
indiscriminately bandied about
said alarmist blatant LIES
blithely stated with dangerous clout
appearing oblivious and totally
clueless without a doubt
punctuating with doubt Thomas
pettifogging questionable details
FALSE exclamations
generating fear with mindless
ignorance exaggerating protocols
as he doth emphatically flout
begetting, engendering,
and inflicting emotional gout
nothing accomplished by
hash tagging him a "LOUT"
and more opprobrious affect
would ensue anew
undeservedly praising him,
whose animus toward
Democrats would brew
but no matter what (tick)
tack toe taken,
he got nary a clue
about vital issues,
which lack of insight
even Scoobie Doo
would agree, heck the Americans
may as well install an emu
with more positive
forthcoming results,
cuz dis dope head like hellacious,
ludicrous, pernicious evils
in Pandora's box flew
his every actions
destroying essential glue
that sets this country apart
approximating Democracy, where hue
mans comprise melting pot,
whether Eskimos in their
(fast melting) igloo
gentile, heathen, or Jew
experience limitless
pasta billet teas
applying their new
dill (aptitude) reaching
titular status of parvenu
especially trumping proper, "P's"
and most every "Q."
That night, in a strange place
I was like a fly
Circling around a street light
Reeling…Reeling!
I felt so miserable being stranded
In a strange place where I knew none
Fear wrenched my throat
I had heard,
In the cover of dark
Everyone was a robber
Or a masked assassin!
Without a roof over my head
I was like a mole
Smoked out of its hole
And exposed to blaring light
Had it been my own town
Where I knew
Every nook and cranny
Like the lines of my palm
I wouldn’t have minded
Being so stranded or left in the night
At a distance-
Behind the cover, I saw
Two figures crouching;
Two men hooded and in black
They were pointing to me
I closed my eyes,
Covering them with my palm
I knew they were planning to plunder me
And spring on me like a pack of wolves
In that unearthly hour
An eerie fear gripped me
Frozen with thoughts of imminent danger
Did my heart stop pumping?
I saw death face to face
All I longed was to slither out of that hole
To curl up in the warmth of my home
Far… far away!
Before I could decide what to do
A car came and halted, may be seeing a lady
All alone in the night
Without a second thought, got in to the car
Inside was a family coming back after a pilgrimage.
As the car was speeding away,
I felt the relief of being saved from the claws of death
Placed Tenth
April.28. 2022
Near Death Experience Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Chantelle Anne Cooke
Suddenly we appear
On a land with tinctured atmosphere
The cross, the moon and star
A sovereign state more ethnical than wazobia
A smooth and broad path before us
Hungry for our feet to break the hush
Alas the road becomes starved
With thorns and thistles upwardly breaking its soil
Like the ape, bigotry evolves
Extremist in every nook and cranny
Untamed by the scepter and khaki
Callously murdering people in cold blood
Enemies of peace lurking around
Refusing to walk in the path of love
Killing people with façade of hide and skin
The unpunished traitors of love and nationalism
Dedicated to those who lost their lives in Southern Kaduna massacre
YEMI AFO (2017)
Let me live as light as a grain of sand
As light as the moments when we touch
Passing through the fingers of your hand
Let me be the sands that shift
Whatever be the distance that I may drift
Let me be that tiny splash
My thoughts just a rippling band
Let me be that trickle of sand
That measures time on land
Let me be those salty tears
Letting go of all of those fears
Let me be that flying abyss
Meeting sunlight as we pass
Let me be the cracks on lips
Moistened by the spray of the sea I sip
Let me be like water that ebbs and flows
Finding every nook and cranny
till I rest on your shore
Let me be that castle of sand
Waiting to fall and relive my hand!
16.3.22
Contest Name: Living Light
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
You know best Lord
You know what needs to be done
In every situation, deal, or footing
You ought to be the orchestra of it
We make you ours Lord
Guide us –help our steps find the way
Lord, you know every nook and cranny
Every possible way, inside and out
You know everything, you see everything
You know what comes and what goes
You know what transpires, what occurs
You are above everything and you make all things
How can we not acknowledge your supreme power, your authority?
Only You and just only You
Oh Father we acknowledge You
Be our very power, our special way
Our noticeable, unmistakeable flair
All to bring you glory –the glorious One
Oh Father, Your hands in ours
That is the way we want it to
Be.
Irish coffee Sunday
...soft sweet
buzz
rolling around in my mind
there's her--
a thousand miles away
and me--
stuck since Christmas
preparing to leave
a bad man I am
to be restless as water
flowing right into
every crevice of her being
every nook and cranny ...
the width, height, and depth
of her soul
opened up for me
will I ever find no place to go
I hope so
yep ...laying my money down
she's bluffing or
better than I thought
either way I
can't lose what I never had
and it's worth it to "feel
the road rushing under my wheels" *
water doesn't know
where it's running
but places to go
it never runs out of
like these Sunday thoughts running
on and on--
--bartender
--'nother Irish Coffee, please
* from "Running on Empty" by Jackson Brown
May Day - May Day - May Day
By Franklin Price
5/1/2019
May Day, May Day, May Day
The US is in trouble
The left and right, without regard,
Endeavor, both, to burst the bubble
Neither tries to get along
To cross the aisle, they both refrain
Only a few flushes left
'Til all respect is down the drain
The Democrats are scrambling
To unseat the President
Who was elected by the people
And to Washington was sent
For two plus years complaining
That he should not have the seat
He surely must have cheated
The establishment to beat
They know the Russians helped him
Broke through the fire wall
Took over all computers
With the voting, had a ball
Engaged a man named Mueller
To investigate this joke
In every nook and cranny
Without exception, he would poke
Finally, he was finished
Wrote a report, to end the fuss
Looks like it has not done a thing
But be ambiguous
Washington resumes again
To cloud the stormy skies
Attacking one another
We the People should despise
It's not a thing of beauty
These most ugly things I see
No respect for one another
Even less for you and me