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Some things I rather do forget
Some… to rather let pass
Thoughts registered to not regret
For memories I feel never last
Some things I do not know how to
Some time was spent to reflect
Minds upon minds to only overrule
With time…. How we forever forget
Did you or did we know?
How the world is only to be
How is love to ever enfold?
When ever changing is the world to see
So much change to realize upon
Too much perhaps to have a clear of mind
Once more if I can wish to be born
I shall choose not to be as learnt as to find
Some things I really do yearn to forget
Some… I rather it not happen at all
Yet as learnt have I learn not to regret
For memories being moments lies a choice to recall
Global Reset? That may sound grand-
but many do not understand,
their New World Order is the goal-
a world divided, as a whole.
Two classes only, on the way-
Elites and those who will obey.
Then equity will be the rule;
equality- they'll overrule.
The total world will be one class-
to follow laws Elites will pass.
A robot, each of us will be;
controlled- yet told that we are free.
Who are these brash Elites, you ask,
responsible for this grim task?
Leaders who preach- "for thee- not me"
and each greed-filled monopoly.
No need to use our skills to work-
Elites will pass another perk
to make us feel that we're cared for;
to our own choices- close the door.
While people live an aimless life
and made to feel that it is rife-
Elites get richer by the day-
each one of us- a castaway.
Pandemic- used to test their skill-
to keep us bound with no free will.
To date, they've managed very well-
Oh God, please help us break this spell!
July 2, 2021
Contest: New World Order
Sponsor: Robert James Liguori
note
is about the degnity respect for women
why she must go
she was an innocent girl
she knew no wrong
she was always humble
she was no violent soul
yet she was too far
from not been abuse
her deginity is overrule
her respect is restricted
nothing she did wrong
but the beast in men
could not respect
her deginity
despite she is one
in a million
oh life oh God
why must she
be a victim
oh life oh god
why must she go
why must she go
she was the idol
of deginity
she was never a trouble
maker
yet troubles victimized her
virtue
she is so beautiful
some say she was more
at heart
cos she was one
to be adore
in the midst of dignified
women of substance
she was never cut off
yet the beast in men
victimized her honour
and now she is on
the run
running away from
the brutality of abuse
despite her good personality
she is still a victim
oh life oh god
why must she
be a victim
oh life oh god
why must she go
why must she go
she thought life
was goods
as her good heart
she never believed
being good could be
a curse of bitterness
she never believed
to be on an abuse forum
from those that are suppose
to be her care taker
so she bleed to no avail
and now her misery
has chase her to run
after her life
despite her good humor
life still not fair
to her kind
so now I know
why she must go
oh life oh god
why must she
be a victim
oh life oh god
why must she go
why must she go
from the beginning
she was innocent
with no harm
her innocent mind
meant no disaster
neither deserve
a pain
she was once a baby
like every baby
so I wonder why
she must be abuse
in broad day light
at midnight
at public
at secret
at school
at street
at home
so she feel like
a stranger
cos she was no good
but a curse
and all she got
to do is nothing
but run away
running away from
the very misery
she never curse
what a life
oh life oh god
why must she
be a victim
oh life oh god
why must see go
Essence blend never before encountered
Requests he bury his nose in her blouse
Eloquent outrage smoothly surmounted
Decisive fair decorum she endows
Petals and pepper sauce complexity
Cerebellum pillows King's heavy head
Slave to prime advisor dexterity
Burdensome thoughts bedside storybook read
Prominent gem on band of platinum
Temptation's tassles draped in possible
Syrup super glue subtle acumen
Fairy floss buffer from bosses hostile
Daily chest chainmail pools in her presence
Regal defender dumbfounded in reverence
20th October 2022
Two Will Overrule
Listen to the rain friends
It's a symphony for life
Often slow and steady, but
Sometimes thunderous, loud, and rapid
There are crescendo's and decrescendo's
Pray for rain, dance for rain
Curse the rain, dance in the rain
Who'll stop the rain?
Rain a grand "contronym for life"
The choice of God to destroy the unrightous
Nothing can survive without it
Dark and dreary depressive days of rain
Ones intellect must overrule the mood
Knowing rain will only stay for a spell
Listen to the rain friends
It's a symphony for life
The rainbow nature's narcotic for natural high
Captivating, enchanting, and elevating to behold
Sing songs about the rain
Create grand metaphor's for rain
Love the rain, detest the rain
Listen to the rain friends
Listen to the rain
Indeed, there are three sides to every story
multi-faceted, alerting us against fake news-misery
thus, wisdom is needed to unravel twists and mystery
along circumspection toward seeking truth's victory!
Here am I presenting a story
along my role in child-rearing ministry
facing challenges on how to handle information-delivery
yet staying calm, though reality-check makes me feel sorry.
One decade and five years ago,
our special child was diagnosed
with infantile spasm epilepsy
along global developmental delay…
Side 1 ~~~ Perspective of the doctor:
The pediatrician with her neurology expertise
explained the CT (computed tomography) scan
result of our child’s brain --- as having an atrophy.
Then she declared this prognosis:
“Your child will progress toward retrogression.”
Side 2 ~~~ My poetic viewpoint in ABC with alliteration:
Apprehension midst anxiety agitated my angst
Baby in our life-building bosom
Calls for compassionate care due to cerebral palsy condition
Diagnosed with debility, demanding diligent duty---
Enabled with endurance for extra-effort
Fervently facing feats for faith-fueling
Guided with God by His grace and goodness
Hope-filled to help our child, we are hoisted that his
Infantile spasm epilepsy should not be ignored…
Side 3 ~~~ The Omniscient vision of the Divine Almighty:
By faith in the Sovereign Supreme Creator Who knows
perfectly what’s best, I see His miraculous power in
our child who is now 15 years old…progressing
toward milestones, midst the Lord’s provision,
with our love, prayer and trust, testifying
“With God, nothing shall be impossible.*”
Indeed, there are three sides to every story
multi-faceted, alerting us against fake news-misery
thus, wisdom is needed to unravel twists and mystery
along circumspection toward seeking truth's victory!
Here I stand today along triumphant territory
winning over unbelief, skepticism and guilt's fury
learning that the Almighty can overrule man's story
since He knows everything, and such is proven in our history!
*Luke 1:37 "For with God nothing shall be impossible."
November 29, 2024
1st place, "Three sides to every story" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Silent One; judged on 12/16/2024
{Let this night be embraced of love
Be of love to remember this night
For tomorrow once more is to serve
With a memory of once love to hide}
And as I slept from, I awoke
To a modern reality from an ancient dream
Will Alkaiya be well, can I trust to hope?
Yet haven’t I learn that nothing is to seem!
I cannot begin to imagine what be like
To begin to love and to then learn to unlove
Perhaps all be better to simply have died
And no longer even, need I evermore serve
Yet somehow I find myself not blaming the Heavens
For their given fates upon my questing time
Rather, I accuse myself with substantial reasons
To have lowered my guards from the means of love from behind
I do wonder sometimes, have I wronged Ei-rian
To once again love and abandon her with regard
Need I seek for forgiveness from the Angel of Dreams?
To acknowledge her devotion of a hundred years I tore apart
Right now, simply I must do what I have to do
To ensure the dominance of The Ancients be led in good faith
Though in one sense, I prefer neither to overrule
Perhaps a deeper self of mine is a fight for love I’ll have save
……………………………………………………….
Is god watching this film of mine?
The movie I’m in right now.
With pistachio nuts, a glass of wine,
rooting for me somehow?
Does he grimace at the screen
or cry when I’m feeling down?
Does he see where I’ve been,
laugh when I’m acting the clown?
Does he see my mistakes, take in
the circumstances which contribute
to an act considered a sin,
to then overrule it as an attribute?
Does he know me as a person
and that I have my many faults?
Does empathy exist within
the deity where perfection is the default?
Or are we all god, one who plays so many parts,
to then re-enact each upon the screen?
If so there are billions of films to see,
surely enough to last eternity.
Where mystery unfolds
Where there is truth out there
Of eyes only whence enclose
Of a dark perhaps henceforth we’ll share
I can see what you see not
I can bring either or neither a truth
Where feelings are needlessly fought
Of emotions that never wills to lose
I belong everywhere and nowhere
Yet, I’m as real as one can imagine
I can overrule that of which is unfair
With no one to comprehend what will mean
Mystically mystical within magical magic
Freedom and out of control
I’m usually not what one would seek
Though as ancient I am as any folklore be told
I belong in day and in night
I’m the place everyone has only been
Where reality is to veil my sight
I am to everyone their hiding dream
Line of inquiry:
"betwixt the pulse of our heartbeat
simply present, head-heart linking
dwelling in time stretched blissful peace
awareness became unblinking" Unseeking Seeker
He was a charming chameleon, saying all the right things
in that beguiling masculine timbre of his sultry voice.
Allure in his hazel eyes promised things my heart hadn't felt,
but it ignored my head's warning until I had no choice.
A niggling of worry continued to swirl through my mind
that something was wrong. Something I couldn't quite define.
He had shortcomings but to all of them my heart was blind.
I desperately tried but reasoning couldn't keep my heart in line.
Much is written about the rebellion of a treacherous heart,
and how it rhythmically pulses with the need for passion's fire.
It's been the cause of many sleepless nights when I'm fraught
knowing I cannot extinguish my heart of its burning desire.
It has always wanted what it wanted and wouldn't be denied.
It's always managed to overrule what my mind was thinking...
until it'd been crushed and broken, and only then did it confide
that it should've paid more heed to my head and heart linking.
Hearts can be guilty of transgressions. Mine was by betraying me.
Then it had to pay the steepest price that infatuation could ask.
From the grasp of lustfulness, my heart was able to break free.
Balancing the volition between mind and heart is not an easy task.