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As I pick up where I left off from the Intro
I bring you the Outlook as I peer through relationships like a window
The chance of seeing real love is narrow
It seems Cupid doesn't know where to aim his arrow
Cupid my Cupid
How could you be so stupid
The way girls treat boys
Like toys
The way boys treat girls
Like squirrels
Got them going nuts
Teens and adolescence in love?
You must be nuts
Ages 13-19 is filled with lust
Their conscience still underveloped
They don't know who to trust
20s-30s
That age group can slide
Because at some point they have a hunch about what they want inside
That's the flagship age to get married
Couple says vows
Bride gets carried
These days it seems no one wants to be single
Once you pop you can't stop
Sex is like Pringles
I guess it's ok
As long as its safe
If you're in love with your partner don't let the feelings be fake
Children wait until you're older to get under those covers
And if your hormones rage out of control shake hands with a rubber (condom)
Most teen girls hate the feeling of latex
Then goo goo ga ga
The babies are born next
I'm just calling it how I see
Relationship game is dirty so I'll be the referee
All of a sudden the world is in love
My God it's sickening
As i write this my pulse is quickening
Now now some couples really do love
Til Death Do They Part
To the world above
I just think the word "love" is greatly misused
The Constitution of Love
So often abused
Our society thinks it's amusing
Fifteen year old in love?
Doesn't it sound confusing
Maybe it don't to you
But it does to me
They are wasting emotions
Unrenewable energy
It's a shame
Love is no game
It's more like a lion
Waiting to be tame
From what I observed couples aren't the same
Whether the pair is nameless
Or enshrouded with fame
Real love is too far up
Way above our aim
I'm in my right mind
I'm definetly sane
That's why everyone is hurting
Because love is pain
I'm still researching
My mind is my reference book
Ch. 2 of the Relationship Epidemic
The Outlook
Ch. 3 (Females) Coming Soon...
In the womb, I did what I could, and that was to live. It was not my choice . I
came not from my parents, whomever they might be and in whatever circumstances
and actions they may have taken to have me conceived.
I came not from them, but through them. They performed the actions.
A much higher power than they performed the miracle called life.
And so it was in the beginning of the miracle of my life.
I lived in the womb of a woman who also came through her parents; not from
them. We were three; the Miraculous Power, my mother and me ..in her womb.
When I was physically capable, I graduated from the womb. I was still
dependent on my parents and the Higher Power to sustain my life.
As I grew in age, size and ability, I was taught and trained to stand
on my own.
In the course of time as naturally happens,
I did so and continued to follow the natural course of humanity which
remembers parents that they came through but not the Power from which they
and he has come.
I stood on my own, made mistakes of every kind, melded with the world at large
and fell.
I hurt others as well as myself. The more I stood on my own and listened to this world,
the more I hurt myself and others in the name of standing on my
own. I donned a robe of false pride, cultivated from the soil of forgetting that I
came not from but through my parents and never was really“on my own”. The robe
was constantly being mended and tattered again by the worn out and frayed
thread of the “new enlightenment” world motto. “I deserve it. I’m worth it.” The great perpendicular pronoun, “ I ”. ..,the Trinitarian power, “ Me, Myself and I .”
Through the course of this seeming illusion called time that came .. for us, not
from us; I learned and continue to learn how to “stand for something”…..how
to “stand on my own”.
I have learned one must stand in degrees.
One must remember the Miraculous Power from whence he came.
I have learned that I must make this stand …on my knees.
I see you floundering in a world you thought you knew
You once saw it in ticks and tocks, and pay checks…
You were blindly tripping down someone else’s path
Playing cards dealt from unknown player’s decks…
You once saw a life through someone else’s window
And thought that yours ought to bare resemblance
So you slid your way onto that path for a time
Countless lessons you have learned since.
Now it would appear that you, this jay bird are free
From its button down shirt prison, its name badge cage
From nagging lips and selfish fingers that never saw your strength
Set free from the frivolity of weekdays, accounts and age.
And though your wings are slightly tattered with time
And your spirit is dusty around the edges where no one has cared,
If you spread them towards what makes you smile
If you do what so very few souls around you have dared.
There is a pure fire within you that you want desperately to hide.
You are afraid that it won’t be appreciated if you let it show
You fear having hope in something, only to be disappointed…
But the past will weigh you down forever if you never let it go.
Strength froths warm beneath a peaceful exterior
Intelligence and an intense soul show in your eyes
I have always thought their was so much more to you
But you never let me in more than hellos and goodbyes.
I hope that someone else is bolder than I was
And meets a chance to get through your armor.
Or that you decide to open it up a crack yourself
And let someone see that old snake charmer.
That one I glimpsed here and there in Smokey clouds
Or in your unguarded face while you were reading…
The same one that hid behind practiced speeches of morality
Winking at me and silently, disagreeing…
If for once you would let the cat inside the bird take over
It would not take long for you to see
The world would better understand your nature
Only then will you be free…
In the stillness of the night
Thoughts palpitate my mind
Now racing with the clock -
Striking the second hour of a new day.
I lie awake beyond the quietness
Only aware of an occasional car
Marking the stillness.
Closing my eyes I think of the sleepless
Dispersed throughout the town and city.
Scores of people turning in their beds
Some disabled by troubled minds
Others who have become insomniac
And may never enjoy the peace of escape,
That world of sleep.
A car with no exhaust disturbs the silence
Disturbing the disturbed.
In happier situations at this hour
In homes, dotted throughout the town
New mothers watch over tiny babies
As they suckle contentedly,
Then having taken their fill
From the dimpled breasts
Settle in comfort, solace and sanctuary.
At the other extremity of life
Old folk, lie awake
Watching that great clock
Ticking off the darkness hours,
Awaiting another dawn.
Across the city, the hospital lies,
Alive with light
Here skilled brisk nurses
Steal through corridors -
Answering buzzers - ringing out
Birth, pain and death.
A. & E. patients huddle in anticipation
Reacting to the unsettling question
And your next of kin is?
In a calmer night's activity,
Shift workers on the other side of the river
Pack up after a long evening
Of endless repetition
Oblivious of anything, other than
A good supper and a sound sleep.
Night time, a time for lovers
Some still whispering sweet pillow talk
In the dark stillness -
Vowing love forever, then dropping off
Into their world of contentment.
Beyond the bridge, a lone farmer
Has one last look at his sickly animal
Then falls exhausted into his empty bed.
The ticking clock has almost gone full circle
Dawn will soon unveil a rush of colour
On the twilight town, opening
Her morning chorus from treetop and garden.
Count Your Blessings
Count them
One by one them
I hear this desolation
As I look around me
Woe so lonely
All this population
Left to wondering
What their lives mean
Any meaning
Just existing
Still we are told
To count our blessings
One by one them
Count your blessings
At least you have eyes to see with
Limbs to do with
A heart to feel with
A life to live with
Everything to give
But still we feel so empty
Something missing
Any meaning
Just existing
Fear our only answer to life
And greed our only answer
To fear
And we all could be so happy
So very, very happy
If we could just turn our hands to helping
The pleasure of giving
Turn our world to caring
This paradise we live in
Are we just warring tribes
With different colours opposing
Religious and short sighted
***** opinions
We could all be so very happy
Save our children
Our happy children
But instead we sit and count our blessings
One by one them
Count your blessings
A mouthful of food
A sip of water
A headache pill
An amputated arm
A PhD degree
An education
200 pounds of overweight
Malnutrition
Slum shanty cardboard box
Second vacation holiday home
Feeding our stomachs
Feeding our ego’s
Romanticising our desperate state
Of denial
We are drowning
In our own
Refuse pile
We could all be so very happy
How we want to be
So very happy
This world is so wealthy
Save our people
Save our future
Save our planet
Save our children
If we could just begin with caring
Start with sharing
The joy of helping
The pleasure of giving
Proud reward of being
We would know then
How to count our blessings
One by one them
Count your blessings
Seven billion
Seven billion
The way, say the politicians, is the norm
The way is the one
All politicians obey
Tomorrow,yesterday and today.
The way, says the father to his son:
As I have now warn
It is a grave repercussion
Under the sun.
The lad consciously yawn
Up his nose to such notion,
The way is a wind blowing across now generation.
The way, says a lover to an opposite sex
Whispering low yet uttering nothing:
The way always makes me look good in your eyes,
And to have the way to your within.
The way, says a lawyer as he expounded and assailed
Expertly bouncing up and down, the Judge enthralled
The way is what my law books is about
The way let me explain it once more, I submit;
The way is arguing the case beyond reasonable doubt.
The way, says the president is labouring the masses to
task
Sacrifice now and enjoy later, I ask,
While bestriding colossus resources, he bask
Amazing the vault in deceptive mask.
Yet the writers write
The way is neither wrong nor right,
Enflamed in imagination so fecund
The way make the world go round;
No matter how they concoct the story,
The villain always got himself sorry.
The way, the preacher bay
Is like Balaam’s Donkey that bray
To an Angel out of the way,
Your sin is out weigh
By guilt on what I say,
I am heavenly don’t be dismay.
Yet others say, they hate the way
Others say, they can’t live in such a way,
Others say, others say
The way rule the world any way,
The way is the way.
{The Way is adaptation of W.H Auden's Law Like Love}
My people, my mirror,
People the great life donor,
The creatures that make me feel it exist,
The natures that make life real when it begin.
The world in it real form,
Deepest hatred and truest love,
From where i came from, to where I'll go,
No people, no trading and hustling places ,no home.
The creator knew it won't be complete,
For a person to alone leave in this world,
He created another being to assist,
because a person needs love.
In my imaginations,i risk being in this world alone,
To inherit the silver, bronze and gold,
I took over all the diamond and all precious stones'
The milk, oil and honey, nothing was left alone.
My store became full and i have lot to sell,
Liquid where so much that i filled up countless of barrels,
Check my thoughts, thousands of ideas are there,
Wisdom, understanding and knowledge are the tones of my words.
I want to sell, who wants to buy,
I want to freely give, who wants to receive,
I have all answers, but there is no why,
I,from speaking yelled, from yelling i cried but none is there to listen.
Then know i the importance of air to that burning fire,
The importance of air to the continuity of life,
The value of that liquid that came from my father,
The importance of the life-supportive egg from my mother.
Oh people bad and good,
Oh faces with lies and truth,
I am a king because there are people,
My coming into this world is between two people.
what a life when you live trife, make your choices and blame them on voices, in your head,
you made your bed, now you lie in a lonely world guilty of being what everyone thinks, dreams
of a life thats beautiful and safe, only places and time are never the same, though ways are
alike and thoughts are unkind, people will tell you your outta yor mind, we all get to choose
our rights from wrongs, prolonging the inevitable, creating a mess, convincing the world that
we didnt do it, shoot just admitt it we all screw up, some are more real and thats how we
get caught, the rest are left to fight, just to be right, hoping they'll see the light, tight grip,
my palms are sweaty, always ready and out the door, wanting more but getting less,
correcting the misconceptions of the political folk, dividing them from us, no difference only
pure injust,
bust our ass to survive and maintain a steady vibe, put on a show for many to see, doing
what they do so they imitate me, money, power, respect thats what its about, clout and
strength that can be bought,yet we seek nothing and have it all but nothing is what it
seems, reality check in the mail, sent from above, but below we clock in every second were
alive, hiigh five to a stranger, wink to yourself, noone wants to be lonely but lives for
themselves, feel what im saying it really makes sense, time and patience, what for, not me
and you, just for one more!!!!
Form:
With beauty beyond compare
long golden locks of hair
a complexion that was perfection
slim and slender, lips so tender
her smile would melt a thousand
hearts.
she had style, she had grace
more than just a pretty face.
From this girl so meek and humble
soon the world would feel the rumble.
filled with love and much desire
she would set our hearts afire.
she had hopes, she had dreams,
to be on the golden screen,
who could have foreseen
she would be a movie queen.
From the tiny role as a gangsters moll
to the seven year itch
where the dumb blonde image
began to stick.
many times she showed such pride
at being a glowing bride,
but the marriages began slide,
left her broken from inside,
left her scared,
her career jarred.
When in the midst of her famous affair
the people were running scared,
she kept a dairy so we hear
that put politicians deep in fear.
in the end, she was forsaken, and
her life abruptly taken.
the world was left transfixed,
many people deeply shaken.
She left us with much memories
filled with love and much desire,
she still sets our hearts on fire.
how much different would her life
have been, if she had stayed, just
Norma Jean.
I hope you die in your sleep, it's only fitting
for you to exit this life unconscious, unwitting.
It's the only way for you to go, safe and sound in bed,
the place you've hurt so many. The place you pled
another naive boy, another desperate girl, into your embrace.
I'll tell the world your secrets, I'll show them your disgrace.
No more mystery of where you spent your nights,
your wife will know, oh how you deserved all the fights.
And when this time comes, your evil will finally be known.
All your demons, all your skeletons, the lies you called your throne
displayed to the world. Your shame, your mistakes, the stunts you pull
they will prove me right, will finally show you for what your are; unfaithful.
Unfaithful to your friends, but more so, unfaithful to your lover.
I only have one qualm, the state of your wife, but I'm sure she will recover.
For it's not hard for the world to move on from someone such as you.
Someone so disgusting, so despicable, so diabolical through and through.
Form: