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Perfection is a lie told by the white man
They say 'the fairer, the better'
But with ego comes the self proclaimed Perfection
Where what they say goes
Where objectivity is something they claimed to own
However it just goes to show pride will be their downfall
Distracted by vanity and ego
And their self distorted reflection
They painted in the mirror
Too obsessed with their own shadow
Too ignorant to see how shallow
Too privileged, too ashamed to admit the feeling of being hollow
Trying to erase being overshadowed by a black persons accomplishments
Rewriting history in white ink to feel special
Trying to win a one-sided war for superiority
Too self-absorbed to see no competition
In a race to power
To drenched in immaturity to let go
Of childish games we didn't sign up for
Perfection isn't a person you can control
It is simply determined by each individual
Not something you can own
Not something to be stolen
Not something for you to use as something black people should conform to
When in reality we are already perfect
This is the real world not some utopia envisioned by minds so vindictive
Perfection doesn't exist
Its a myth created by the white man from centuries of pent up jealousy
A tale told to create division
And if it did
The picture of perfection
Wouldn't portray the white man
It would show the timeless beauty of blackness
I’ve been told
“things work out for the best”
in that way each of us
Divinely blessed
God in control they say –
if only Time didn’t hurt…
I believe in life hereafter
I believe no wrong God
can’t have undone; someday
somehow our dear Lord to make
all losses won --
God in control they say --
if only Time didn’t hurt…
God in control they say
though ticking I find unbearable
swinging pendulum a clank and
clunk~ when a heart sunk
too deep one’s despair...yet I
am told, God is always
fair – always there – somewhere
taking loving care
God in control they say --
if only Time didn’t hurt...
No theologian am I
just a common soul, treading, adrift;
questioning if sane to trust in fate --
dialogues with God sounding always
one sided debate --
I believe in love
while more questioning
my faith
God in control they say
your silence pushing me
further astray --
if only Time didn’t hurt...
If only Time didn’t hurt…
If only Time didn’t hurt….
morning of new day of the Year-2020
I don't find the bed-sheet of fogs around me
this morning is not new to me
this fairness of dawn is not new
everything and everyone as usual activated
last night 11: 59 minutes brought nothing
heard some carefree musical sound
enjoyed a birthday cake for new day of the Year-2020
danced enjoying the snow beer
and then I find this morning
my master of soul has come and asked
how are you?
-"I'm fine" I've replied
Happy New Year-2020
-"Same to you"
where is 2019 in your watch?
-"Passed away"
oh temporary everything and everyone.
-"Yes"
what did you do last night?
-"Enjoyed the passed away and coming moments"
what did you learn from your enjoyment?
-"This life is impermanent"
and?
-"Human can make this life permanent if he wants"
how?
-"By doing munificent and benevolent deeds for all without indiscriminate"
ok, what's your resolutions for new year?
-"I'm old love for everyone and I'm old peace"
what do you know about your love?
-"My love is blind by born. It knows no law to do good always wherever it comes whenever"
and?
-"In the dictionary of my love has no hate"
great! but do you know-
love is prison cell in the freedom chain of life!
love is an eternal intoxicating drug!
one sided love for truth is the drinking hemlock of Socrates!
-"No"
ok, no more today. note these-
be good with good but don't be dog with dog!
the Happy and Unhappy by born twin feelings in the immature love of mind!
-"I noted; Thank you"
what's your first work of new day of Year-2020
-"To read a poetry"
but what's poetry
-"Don't know"
(smiled)
poetry of self is nothing but an eternity of wisdom!
best of luck, bye.
-"Bye"
-January 01,2020 CTG, BD
“You have a wicked sense of humour”
Someone recently chided
Twisting what seem like serious events
Into silliness quite one sided
That's why I'm here to lighten things up
Adding sunshine to the group
From the great responses coming my way
It seems everyone's happy as poop
It's a real tough job but someone's gotta do it
To counter the doom and gloom
That permeates the airways every day
Whisking them away with my broom
A broom of happiness of very good cheer
Coz life's a very short trip
Just live love and laugh at the world
With a happy-go-lucky skip
“You have a wicked sense of humour”
Had it since I was a young'un
Now decrepit but still chuckling away
Every day is for funnin'
Reciprocated.
Unrequited love, the feeling I’ve felt every time I fall for an individual. It’s a feeling that stays hidden at first but slowly becomes a reality, a reality that the love you are giving isn’t being reciprocated back to you . It’s like a one-sided echo in the halls of my heart,
a silent song sung only for myself,
because to love them is to build a castle on sand,
and to love them the way I do,
is to love someone who doesn't love you the same. To feel for someone who doesn’t feel for you.
To want to feel someone who only wants to graze your outer layer. You long for a touch of love over lust, their acknowledgment, clinging desperately to the smallest gestures, a fleeting smile, a shared glance. You dissect these moments, searching for a sign, a hint of reciprocation. Yet, you exhaust yourself trying to bridge the gap, to make them see, to make them feel what you do.. Until the day it appears to you that they simply just can’t. But still you stay with hope in your heart that one day they will see just how much you mean to them, that just one day they will love you just as much and even more than you do. You hope and you hope and you hope… You had imagined moments where their eyes would light up at the thought of you, where your presence would stir something deep within them. You had felt that spark, the connection you believed could grow. Yet here they are, effortlessly intertwined with someone else, sharing the kind of love that you craved for yourself—a love that feels as if it was meant to be so freely exchanged, so readily given, just not to you. Oh, how it burns to see them. To see them open up, to have their heart open. A door for them to easily fall in love. The love that you so desperately want, to see them reciprocate. To have them love someone else and as deeply as you'd hoped they'd love you. It's a constant reminder of what you crave, the love, and the need for acceptance that you can't get. At last, the painful truth sweeps over you like a cold wave: it wasn’t that they were unable to fall in love. It’s not that they lack the capacity for emotional connection; rather, it’s the stark reality that their heart, so full of warmth, simply doesn’t choose you
I hope you know how much you mean to me
Even though you'll never feel the way I do
It's unbearable, but it's true
Can't have what we once had
I should've known, you hated me
There's no salvation, no pieces to pick up
Just kneel to the floor, feel your heart beat
I know it's unbearable, but she doesn't even know
Everything that you feel is a one-sided battle
I know you imagine she'll know about everything someday
Make up and share stories, life's not an allegory
Your actions and thoughts will go unnoticed
You won't ever be her main focus
A fictitious exemplum
Carved from the Oxydendrum
It doesn't matter how badly you want something
If something doesn't want you
Through frayed seams a rosy dream bleeds
needled and re-stitched
with threads of time and love and hope..
and still — a rosy dream bleeds
the miscarriage of a promised rose garden
leaving me bereft but for entwined bands of gold –
contemplative thorns tempt my angst
moony moody barbs bristle twigs of tenderness
sigh— it’s not a laurel wreath worn atop my brow
as I sit alone with a squeamish friend
my blue-sky-to-storm-cloud introspection —
as your distant eyes deserted mine long ago
Winter's beast laid bare a cerebral graveyard
lost you wander amongst laid-to-rest neurons
worn headstones of thoughts and laughter and memories…
you wonder why they hide — why they died
the crackle of cognitive circuitry quiets
branched-lightning fades from unwitting clouds
and aged roots of reality perish
our red rose finished fallen to pieces
you-and-me-petals a messy heap like old potpourri —
yet in dark’s hush love’s scent lingers on our dream pillow
Oh nostalgic sepals embrace me!
my heart yearns to return to the bud
to the fullness of our June bloom —
instead, I bury desires beneath life’s litterfall;
amid pollenless stamens and leaves of one-sided reveries
and cage my fear my despair behind purple thistle facing the light
as I free a smile for you, my love —
you my sun that still parts the rain-bearing nimbus
Love is unconditional or at least it was suppose to be
All that it seems to do now is end up in misery
Love is not a perception or how one may perceive
It is suppose to be Universal what all strive to acheive
Love is not a story especially one with a happy ending
It is more like a soap opera where everyone is pretending
Love is so very one-sided and there is no room for error
It is a disastrous feeling when the other no longer cares
Love is being eradicated from our entire society
It is very short lived like a drug addicts sobriety
Love is about connection not one of disconnect
It is about each other and it is about respect
Love is what is missing in our world of disarray
It is what we're suppose to live for each and every day
Love is quickly abandoned when one is angry at the other
And it doesn't matter whether friends, kids, sister, or brother
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I will plunge my hands into the deep brown earth
To pluck the wild, velvet flowers,
And wait for you to teach me how to bind them—
An art I only want to learn from you.
I’ll lay them upon your hair, a quiet crowning,
Claiming you as the sovereign of my world,
And though I’ll never tell you the burning reason why,
My eyes will say it all.
I’ll watch you climb toward the sky,
And steal a thousand pictures of your joy,
Until the bark makes your palms tremble
And you fall back into the waiting grass.
I will tumble down beside you,
So my hands, too, carry the sting of the wood,
Both of us marked by the same adventure,
Your arms lifting me as we fall together.
When you press your lips to my forehead,
My cheek, my nose, or my hands,
I will hold my breath,
Pretending it’s just a casual thing you do,
Even when my heart tells me
It’s the only holy thing I know.
Holding on …soothing music…...waiting, patiently,
Then I could sure, hear a voice, calm and flat.
With some precise questions…
Questions... indeed, there will be a genre always. Likely.
Wandering moments float by, lives bonded with legit answers.
As I was answering those questions,
Somehow, I knew slowly for sure,
There was a happening, destined, on the other side, too
And I observed an inevitable happening of inflection in the voice
While briefly stressing a point, putting viewpoints to bring it together.
This, very one-sided conversation, mostly- a matter of mine
Gradually turned into something more profound, an implicit metaphor.
Shifting scenes, crossroads of lives, touch on a merging …
With all the naïve eagerness for an alibi of dreaming….
And never returns empty-handed, never was an utter defeat.
My darkness corresponded with the voice last night to explore a meandering river trail!