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Beneath the surface where thoughts often stray,
Lies a bias that colors our view each day.
Invisible threads weave through the mind,
Shaping perceptions we're blind to find.
We see through lenses that age has stained,
Distorting the world with judgments ingrained.
The mirror reflects a skewed truth's face,
A filtered reality, a hidden disgrace.
History’s shadows linger, stark and clear,
Biases persist though we claim to steer.
Masks of fairness cloak the hidden guise,
Concealing the biases that our heart denies.
Turn the gaze inward, seek the inner light,
Where biases drift in the depth of night.
Only by facing what's buried inside,
Can we untangle the truth that’s denied.
Acknowledge the flaws that quietly remain,
And let our minds break free from this silent chain.
For true change begins when we recognize,
The unconscious biases veiled from our eyes.
My childhood was full of trauma
A dark place, where I had to find my own light
Two people were like angels to me, because everyone else weren’t safe
I started writing as a child and it help me then, along with prayer
The transition happened as I grew older
I started to turn all the bad things into good things
Mainly through creativity that helps me survive memories, not forgotten
So, I write, play music, paint and pursue my purpose
I do all that I can to bring positive things to this world
I take my pain and use my understanding of it to help others
I take my time to bring bright things to anyone that I can
This is my way of conquering the brutal, bad things,
That would otherwise haunt me deeply into oblivion
I take my anger to speak truth, to overcome silencing they did
Most of all, I choose to be my true self as best I can
I refuse to be any way that they would have wanted me to be
I live authentically, as I try to live and appreciate every moment
I am grateful for everything that I have, every single day
I give myself what they couldn’t give, seeing life in ways they don’t
Heidi Sands
11/16/20
Placed 2nd in the It’s a part of me – life and perceptions and philosophies contest
He rose like a tidal wave of destruction
that was seen from west to east
By some he was seen as a light for instruction
while others thought he was a beast
His darkness would cast a mighty shadow
that was only rivaled by his light
His depth of knowledge covered the deep & shallow
illuminating all through darkened nights
Atop his head there was a shining halo
but some saw protruding horns
In their minds many conceptions would soon follow
leading to the image that was born
Many were torn by their liquid perceptions
for they were confused by what was seen
All along he had been their own reflection
a duel natured divine being
Here we are - both you and I...
Yet to ask each other why.
Why, that is, our combination
May result in conversation.
The two of us - complete strangers...
Potentially abled exchangers.
Upon more magnified inspect,
Do the two of us expect
More or less of first impression?
For now, this is unknown confession.
We verbally commence the meeting...
Extend our hands in formal greeting.
A confident and firm handshake
Suggesting what we each will take
When our talk comes to its closure...
Composure, or maybe exposure?
This is set aside for now
As who, what, where, when and how
Becomes the basis of our blog...
Communication - dialogue.
Underway now - that of which...
Our information, thick and rich
Is swapped without the need to smother...
Conversing - one to the other.
Throughout its course, I play detective...
Looking into your perspective.
The further our talking is travelled,
More of which we are unravelled.
Common interests, histories...
Perceptions, other mysteries.
I get to know of you much better
In person more than a letter
Could outline our situation
With its grammar and dictation.
Of our meeting in the present,
I view these moments as pleasant.
Our mutual respect is there...
This, we are both well aware.
Without the thought to criticize
Each other, we can summarise.
Here we are now - you and I...
In warm embrace of our goodbye.
We can say we are exchangers
Now more than previous strangers.
We took the time in our attempt
To not leave anything exempt.
More a fusion than confusion...
Our departures, the conclusion
Of a strong collaboration
Succeeded in its conversation.
Some have fallen
From glazier heights
Some say they have eaten
Olives at heavens gate
Some have never risen at all
down under they stumble knowing not what is tall
Gods laugh at their false pretense
The wise ones know of doomed consequence
The circus makes fools of us all
Clowns dance, when tears only fall
Perceptions fool the masses
Silent ones put on their glasses
Blinded by false comforts
they terrorize with words
I hope one day with all my heart
These villains prey for a virgins start
Let's turn ice into raindrops
Letting harmony and hope run free
Icy princess kills her prince
As the people cry and weep
Let the meek roam free with their flocks
As warriors of words die as angels above do mock
Miracles have come and gone
Nothing left for dead poets to do
Everybody knows
That's how she goes
Pain flows
Death grows
Somewhere deep within the machinery of life, in the nearly unfathomable growth and division-by-replication cycle, one was not like the others. And then, an unlikely pair… A cascade resulting in an avalanche, all within the mysteries of a slice of DNA, a gene. She is remarkable, a thing of true beauty, and her perceptions of the world were never mine, but they are altered by this wayward spark, this catalyst that propels her outside the lines of “normal”. She is perhaps the most loving of the five, will curl up in your lap and stroke your face and flash a smile that tells you all is right with the world, and yet she lags behind her younger sibling, at least in the ways we finite creatures mark and measure our reality. But what I have come to understand from our Designer is that everything is done with the utmost care, with exquisite attention to detail, and this leads me to believe that he was not daydreaming when he formed her. Or if he was, she was on his mind, and on his face, a smile that tells you all is right with the world…
tragic perfection ~
the true tragedy lies with
a flawed perception
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for the Like A Child Poetry Contest
sponsored by Regina McIntosh
written on 07/16/2022
When it comes to being a good father what do most young black men see?
Can they picture their fathers passing down any legacies?
Do they remember any male bonding or talks on how to be good men?
Do they have any perceptions or even comprehend?
Unfortunately too many households are single parent with only a mother in residency
Caused by incarceration, unemployment and dysfunctional inadequacies
Too many don't have a clue of what a good father should be
As the father factor in their lives was one of obscurity
But God is the ultimate father figure to each and every man
And if you desire to be like Him read His words and follow His plans
To become a good father you must examine the Holy Scriptures
And hopefully you'll be able to obtain a good father picture
Now tapping into God's heavenly Twitter account
And Facebooking the Gospel to see what its all about
Fully prepared to formulate, cultivate and stimulate your spiritual life
So that your behavior and way of thinking lines up with Jesus the Christ
A picture of a good father is a man who leaves a financial legacy
So that his children won't exist in a state of abject poverty
By showing them how to save and how to invest
Leaving a fruitful inheritance and a full hope chest
A picture of a good father is a man whose vine is rooted in a strong foundation
And structured to lift him up in godly formation
Respectful, resilient, loving, loyal and kind
Of strong moral conviction and secure in his mind
Knowing who he is and what he could be
And having healthy relationships with every member of his family
So if you're broken, bitter, angry and have any doubts
Seek God and a professional to help you work it out
And i say this to all women and I hope you receive
You need to let a man be a man to his family
Stop disrespecting him and put your anger and pride to the side
He is doing the best he can so work with him by walking stride for stride
A picture of a good father is a man concerned about his community
Who comprehends we live in a global society
A man who gets involved and not stay isolated
As we are all a part of this world that God created
A picture of a good father is a man who loves and respects his family and community
A man strongly rooted, striding humbly and secure in his spirituality
This is a timeless endeavor,
The day goes on forever,
Breaking into every moment,
Staying present and aware,
You share in life's love affair,
Embracing all that's there,
Staring into a reflection,
A collection of ideas and opinions,
Running your thought engine,
The selection becomes the projection,
Mistakes create perfection,
Learning changing perceptions,
The exception to the rule,
Experience is your tool,
The fools journey,
Eternity in every second,
Beckoning for you to see,
Now,
Is all there will ever be,
A temporary moment,
Within your reality,
A temporal event,
Creating your memory,
To remember we are alive,
Striving to survive,
The hive thriving,
Driving deeper into the core,
You'll see so much more,
Exploring a timeless endeavor.
The emptiness of space is all about nothing,
or nothing from some thing must be something.
Beyond our limited senses and so much more,
faith, believe and fanatic perceptions to adore.
Scientific conspiracies and mythological fact,
gracious impressions upon to act.
All ‘if ‘stories by purpose solution defined,
contemporary art in holy loops refined.
The promised creature with its wings,
is the wind needed to rise, with little stings.
The harp of creed played in monotone,
nothing is more relevant to get the dire loan.
Empty houses so expensive to touch,
filled spaces advertised meaning nothing much.
So many zeros exchanging the stock marked,
nothing but hot air for a handicapped target.
All for nothing to proof in all might the subtle lie,
impressions are worth for nothing to die.
Nothing at all is the space between the ears,
if one cannot see that beauty is the truth, made of tears.
From nothing more to nothing at all,
the divine grace by eternity, nothing to befall.
{THE DIVINE MIND}
Truth cannot be realized by one man's vision--
Nor by one man's perceptions
Scientist cannot tell you the truth
Religion won't tell you the truth,
It cannot for it is self-serving.
The truth is the beginning and the end--
A total sum of all your experiences.
These experiences that travel upon infinities timelines.
Can only be described by feelings and emotions;
Or Reach you through language:
Unless you are connected to my truth's-
Universally, or telepathically;
(as some of you are.)
You have only to identify with the feeling,
and not the object which
I am about describing, neither that which
I have eye-witnessed.
Faith in mankind is to believe what you tell me is true for you
Even though I have no concept of your visuals.
I must use my universal mind to connect to your universal mind.
My emotions are my receptors that connect my sensors to the core of the
"Great Divine Mind ".
To which all truth seekers and great minds are connected.
if you are plugged in we can realize each other.
Most humans like “not" having to think;
Thinking too highly makes them afraid of what they
might have to deduce, and conclude, as a new truth.!
Remember, when wise men become unplugged from wisdom
They leave us at the mercy idiots.!
{A conversation, inspired this note
between Albert Einstein and Tagore}
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Brilliant Child