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She always said the most hurtful words,
You are dumb, very stupid, you are a hoe cause you would actually suit it,
Apparently it was her way of teaching, her way of capturing a Childs subconscious,
To show how cruel the world can be,
Her teachings where Savage and damage covered with love and chocolate, sweet to the eye, a lick of it would take you to the heavens, a bite of it would show you the raging hells of pain,
See all she did was crush her babies to the ground,
Mental torture was her woupon of choice,
For her thoughts saw good in all her doings,
Her babies grew with broken souls, a broken home they could embrace,
They could not seek refuge in her arms, cause every good act had to be cashed, "the piggy bank should never run dry", she said, "cause for every act you have to repay, years of my life spent with regret, so give me a cheque so I can forget", See, it always Hurt her babies whenever she said it, it was a debt,
Her demands where demanding, we all thought it was a phase, but then it clicked cause her husband was to blame, Well partially, for he too was quite insane, his treatments to her where of a typical village man,
He had the objective of mental domination, at first it belittled her, but she grew stronger and it turned into a battle of the fittest of who would break whos soul faster,
The love they had was toxic and quite the disaster, a sight not made for Kids, for every fight was put out in full screen, Her babies grew and knew nothing of a soft gentle love but in all this they fought through and created their own picture perfect sighting just for the four of them to have,
They still loved their parents of cause but even loving them was hard for it required impressing them to be loved back.
Peruse the literary discourse; illusion from reality divorce
Objective criticism with conscientious rigor your tour de force
Educate yourself on each antiquated style and archaic source
Train your enterprising eyes, every truism endorse and apt allegory reinforce
Recon the lexicon for cultural anomalies and idiosyncratic expressions
Your probity use to underscore trite confessions and trivial regressions
Peel away each banal artifice; to the arrogant that hauteur grant no concessions
Audit the amateur-shadow poets, showering disapproval on their indiscretions
Lacquer and emboss the verses that with creativity and innovation bridge the generational divide
Attentively nourish the nuances and imbibe the endearing witicisms that will abide
Careen through the light poems; cavort through each limerick; caress every soliloquy in stride
Enshrine the masterpieces with laudatory epilogues; let their inspiration your literary path forever guide
The restoration properties
collected in each and
every grain of sand,
stimulates the aging
functions that affect
durations longing of
infinity that it now
possesses a
plunging pit,
beings owned
and detained in
accumulations of
senseless sands compiles,
in an attribute of time, there once
beheld inside a weightless wonder, the
consequential objective for an entire world
to be ... in that one speck of sand there was
a granule of subservient effervescence, indicative
of life granting necessities of being ... a finality of
reasoning that was encapsulated in fragments
made up of earthy embraces.
In the glasses
of yesterdays,
Everest's of
has-beens
and have-nots,
mushrooming of
chapters and episodes
of life as it was, and now
they are all ... nevermore.
And so there it is, life as it
WAS, piles on and on and on ...
In this exquisite-like spectrum of
simplicities and complications, all be
the gatherings of aplenty numberings
once-upon-a-timers, that fate cast into
whimsical beings of time, are all of those
remembrances trustworthy to the hereafter
that is at a wandering here and there about,
OR is it of a reluctancy of one that would take
a back seat and gawk at the whole of--what ifs
--exchanging a wandering to be THE wanderer,
afeared at the tips of tongues of a life once
lived ... lacking innocence, and therefore
in the eyes of justice, a lifetime of
ill regrets,
appropriate
sentencing to
be carried out
in the bottoms
of a glass bottle,
now and forever.
Music notation is a skill
that trained composer posses
it combines forulating
introductions
verse
Prechorus
Chorus
verse
preouto
nd
Outros
Noting the sounds
to be enjoyed
forever
note stems
and celebration of
accomplishments.
People who understand
what you're doing
and people who make sure what you're
doing is safe and effective.
sounds and words
motioning for
understandment
done from beganning to end
never complete
but each completion
there for someone
else to share
the Vision
the orginal composer
had.
People try to
find the inspiration
the what to know
your motivation
they look way deep inside to
see how you live and love
to gain the perfect understanding
of your genius or your
maddeneness.
songs of love
with deep earthy tones
putting sounds from different sources
where they need to be
until the arrangment becomes voice with
motion .
It's objective to draw, hopfully satisfy
unite or even divide.
the purpose of a peacful time together
inspired by the
perfections of
intended sound.
Melodies and harmonies united
to recreate the the4 composers vison, through
sound.
posture and meaning
with lyrics.
When they first met
they will determine
what is Bass,
what Is Alto
What is Tenor
What is spoken by
female
and what is spoken by male.
The audeince to enjoy.
rehearsted til
the full ease of
doing is
Done with
the ease of doing!
hydro electric generater
and creeks or Krik as
my wife would say.
I thought it novel
keen
and smart
some sort of
astute
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when love is
the goal
togetherness is
the objective
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love is
purely an agreement
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the stones where marbled
from whatever there creation
made them of
layers and layers
of beautiful
stones
colors and types
to be adorn
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The poor man’s name was David Dorn,
he was murdered by rioters,
trying to defend his friend’s business,
but the reaction quite disturbed.
The media wouldn’t say his name,
all mention of it soon was dropped,
since Dorn was a good family man,
and ‘worst’ of all, a retired cop.
Such people do not help the left,
no boost did the man’s demise give,
so this man’s loss was forgotten,
he didn’t fit the narrative.
Her name was Jessica Whitaker,
and she said that, “All lives mattered.”
Because she disagreed with some
she was shot dead, cruelly murdered.
Her three-year-old lost a mother,
and her fiancé lost his love,
but she was pale and believed ‘wrong,’
so no media picked it up.
She wasn’t a chosen ‘victim,’
and she had the wrong adjectives,
they would not speak of this great crime,
she didn’t fit the narrative.
His name was Cannon Hinant and
he was a boy, just five years old,
when his neighbor chose to murder him,
and leave his tiny body cold.
Such a vicious and savage act,
but the media had no time,
Cannon was white, his killer black,
so they said nothing, acted blind.
Had the skin colors been reversed,
we’d hear nothing but their missives,
only ‘some’ lives are worth reporting,
he didn’t fit the narrative.
Objective, ha! That’s such lie,
they’re propagandists through and through,
and you’ll be pushed aside quickly
if you don’t help their point of view.
They tried to hide cities aflame,
bathe us all in their deception,
if the full truth might hurt the left,
if it might cost them an election.
Horrific crimes they’ll push aside,
as if these victims never lived,
God damn the mainstream media
and their partisan narratives.
These people deserve to be remembered.
Perfection
is an
illusive
goal
who
is to judge
when
we score
no
doubt
one
poem
will
tower
above
its
peers
to
ourself
if
not
to
our critics
Perfection
may
well be
objective
but
ever it
remains
objective
in
any case
it
is
only
perfect
in the
way
an ice cream
is
before
it is
licked
the
delight
an
etheral
passing
moment
only
with
posterity's
eyes
can
perfection
be
identified
Hear me read my free
verse
A LABOUR OF LOVE @
http://youtu.be/GiD8JdYi-jw
Gardens – After Dark
Buddha sits stoically observing his garden.
The Gnomes snore as the Fairies toss and turn
asleep on the soft petals of flowers. The impish
Pixies party with the flashy fireflies.
Nocturnal seekers. Mice, forever paranoid,
scurry to and fro in a break even carbohydrate burn.
The raccoons, mask-wearing felons, are more direct.
They have already “cased the joint” and are sure of their objective.
Le Skunk, “but of course”, Pepe LePew, he fears no one,
boldly waves his white stripe, slowly peruses the menu.
Monsieur Owl, something of a Maitre d’, oversees the
dining arrangements - while planning his own.
The first hint of sunshine will trigger “last call,
dew will form on the flower petals awakening the Fairies.
Fireflies will drop the pixies at their three story walk-ups.
Gnomes will snort, stretch, and scratch themselves.
A gentle breeze will cue the wind chime.
The Buddha yawns, the birds sing morning prayers.
6/20/2016
submitted to – Little People – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Shadow Hamilton
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"If you are irritated by every rub,
how will your mirror be polished?" Rumi's quote
With concern for a very close friend,
I looked him into his eyes and said,
"We must see and hear the truth about
ourselves in the most objective manner".
His reply to me was, "What does that mean?"
Fortunately, there was a mirror in the room.
I invited him to walk to the mirror with me.
As we both looked into the mirror, it was clear
that it was not giving a true reflection of us,
because the mirror needed to be polished. He then
said to me, "I get irritated over the sound of a mirror
being rubbed". I then replied, "If you are irritated by
every rub, how will your mirror be polished?"
I continued. "Looking for a clear view in an unpolished
mirror is tantamount to looking through your rearview
mirror. Similarly, and more importantly, how do we
objectively confront our true beings? And what will
become of us if we never allow others, friend or foe,
to inform us of what we look like through their eyes?"
My friend stood speechless.
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