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Just the other day I felt our love astray
Holding my tongue gasping for air
Just the other evening we went out as a couple but yet I felt we were'nt hole
Holding my tongue so I would'nt spoil our time together
Just the other early morning when the sex had just begun it was weak and had
no force or vibe
Holding my tongue as I layed there wanting to cry
When I spoke to you your reply was a sigh and a simple sentence
Holding your tongue you need to learn and everything is alright
So tell me why you cheated and pushed me away making me question myself if
there shall be better days
Holding my tongue to not have pushed you another inch away
Do you think I'm a doll that you can take of the shelf and play with when you feel
the need
Holding my damn tongue with fierce
Listen hear you have a strong beautiful lady in your life that you need to
appreciate and show love and that respect
Holding my tongue that you ask of me
No man in their soung mind could treat me so
Holding my tongue with bitterness and a foul taste
Thinking what a damn disgrace and this man has me misplaced
Holding my tongue I am certainly not
After I am human and have so much too give
Holding my tongue won't make things better
After all we have been through that I shall not sit and stress myself
Hold your own damn tongue because to me this journey did'nt just begun
Take your dirtyness of a self twisted mind and stop and think I'm wiser and have
already read through the lines
Hold my tongue to the actions you've revealed that you think i'm blinded by your
cold deserted love
Look into yourself and hold your head down in shame because to me my love is
no game
Holding my tongue is not my style nor is the rules you have applied on our
relation
You need to recongnize a lady and treat me like a lady
Holding my tongue is'nt my character and i'm not perpetrating a fraud so don't
feel i'm going to live my life amongst being shady
Evaluation is not in the book of love nor is passing judgement the way you throw
it at me with that famous curve ball
"HOLD YOUR OWN DAMN TONGUE"!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Looked to see, and correlated datats, and
When the uk women of the higher education status, sed
Highest rates of alcohol consumption in the world
And then the Oman, womens page said they are also
High in educational achievements
My still working liver, cringed
You, government sadistic, who suggest increasing taxes by increasing prices
Oh. Jah, great idea.
Can’t you see, or don’t you care, or are you as punched in the scrotum as me
That sees the bliss the world is, and the mess of all those years of poor-me
N’ theres Zambia, with connected links to web pages, months or years out of date
And a third of national income, still owing in interest only payments, that never
end
And theres uk, with its 5th richest world country status, and 1, 000000000000,
quids of personal individual debt…. Owed to the systems.
If I gave up, and tried to drink myself to death. Would it help.
When we sed, I love you, with a punch in the privates, and a lisping kiss of deadly
Flowers,
What psychological warfare were we perpetrating
You proved you think
You proved you think I shud eat chocolate, good for my iron intake, bad for my
gums
Andd the lonely hearts column, that mooves itself to sleep each night, that the
acrosstic pipers
Let it dance
Drys, like a broken fist fuuned punt
Oh. Sorry darling…. Was it you I was to attend to
And daarling… shorely… you find my broken dreams arousing
Shurelly, you grin in private joy, at the effect of your masterful
Manna
And when you finally realise that dominate the earth
Means look after it
And divided means respect individual unique perspective
And mourning means, new day
Will the skin you whip with your master bait eronary, credentials
Suffice,… with its small pinprinkles and the tongue of the dreaded spite
Woven into the blanket, that next you nurture, to k ill the weak members of this
world
So you can prove you love.
All breathing is action.
All action is a cross stick
All sticks are carrots
o. please. Master. Please proove.
There is choice.
Hope.
u.
Have.
Gone.
Dry.
Hone
i.
#Plea_for_our_daughters_and_sisters_lives
No no no...as the last words of a daughter, begging her murderer, begging for her life and still he continued and ebbed the soul out of her body. The mood in South Africa is now down, heavy dark cloud hangs over us all, not just clouds, but traumatized spirits of daughters and sisters, everywhere everyone wiping tears, that pours immensely.
Fear traps pride, instead of celebrating birth of daughters, we tremble, silenced by fear. South Africa has turned from a home to a den of predators, preying daily on our daughters and sisters.
The streets, schools, even our homes no longer safe, for our own by our own, worse when churches too have joint hands in perpetrating, in South Africa no female is ever safe
How many should die in the hands of those who claimed to love them, how must be killed by fathers, boyfriends and husbands before we all say enough, are we to wait until there are no more daughters and sisters in our homes? Are we to wait until the are no longer spaces in graveyards to burry, for they will be filled by our sisters and daughters alone?
The silence has gone way too silence for one to not speak, emotions evoked in me, skews my spirit, wanna lean but daughters and sisters are nowhere near to hold me, the spaces around me, where once sisters and daughters occupied, are horrifying, I fear South Africa shall one day have no daughters to call, for the taking is out of control,
Dear God, please salvage our daughters, from the grip of heartless men, empty quickly the anger and remorseless filled hearts before they shut down completely, a women womb, of daughters. Intervene before all left in South Africa be names and memories of our daughters, your silence is deafening. I plea for our daughters and sisters lives
#Poetic_Ink
He enters the neighborhood bitter
from cold cases old grudges and gripes
his musty breath is shallow stone cold
coming from his angry nostrils transferred
yet again for bad behavior after sucking
the life out of another non suspecting poor
individual while suspended to the desk duties
for a few months he lay in waiting creating slander
perpetrating falsehoods for the weak the helpless
the vulnerable homeless the disabled the injured
veterans families down on their luck he's mastered
the boroughs villages canals valley's street corners
and hills throughout the city children run from his
thumping hoofs craving blood sweat and tears
of urban survivors holding on by mere threads
praying for spiritual guidance redemption from
this evil hoping for strong minded individuals
to somehow provide ethical support leadership
crumbles rams locking horns while performing their
civic duties of washing the scum off the streets
when instead Mr excessive force organized brutality
home invasions intimidation fear corruption
abuse of power rises about the small towns
of little people whose cries are never heard
until a sudden riot approaching engulfing a city
the watchers always look on in disbelief as the flames
crawl block for block windows smashed glass shatters
into a million pieces reflecting the eyes of despair
graffiti begins to cover store fronts meanwhile
friendly fire explodes sifting through reasoning
remorse the crying kind Danny boy oh boy oh boy
a quiet calm cease to behold a sullen peace
the trying time beckoning the emptiest eyes
malice unfolds first responders are grieving
as Mr excessive force is now leaving
{"Chipped nails, I would gnaw for when you screamed at me. Chapped lips, for when I would secure them in between my teeth at the mere reflection of you for a brisk second. Outbreaks protrude on the flesh of my skin where I relapsed and emitted trepidation indicators through my body. My hands fumbled to my sides when you would smack me on the face, to get it together.
I would sink at your words, they would cause dissonance from reality and my mind would shift its gears: the waves that collide against the shore would enter my mind and cause me to withdraw when I long for the days of the past. I disconnect myself almost as if I were to be a Bluetooth device; from being intertwined with you and your foul words.
They say; that some parents are perpetrators, and the youths would be to blame for that. They say some parents are victims;
I bit back a laugh at the ponderous of that: there are victims of perpetrating fear that courses through their bodies.
A parent is never afraid of their child: every soul that has walked this earth; apprehends that.
a self defense mechanism, they fend for themselves and it is certainly not for you.
but they value you all in all, but you reckon they detest you.
No, they love you so much they nourish a connection with you throughout that abuse. They love you amidst the pain you put them through.
They believe that’s how you love, and they accept that. The disclosure?
There is none; either they lose their soul, and their innocence in adolescence. They lose their mind, or they lose both at the same time.
They smile and smoke their hearts out at the mere thought of you.}
Touching is something that people take for granted
A thing of youth
Age deprives
you learn to live without touch
Do you remember what it was like to touch silk and skin
Do you remember what it was like to kiss
Gentle soft skin against gentle soft skin
It's a guilty remembrance
as if I am perpetrating some kind of crime
How dare I
How dare I
remember you when you may not want to be remembered
Silk is the word that always comes to mind
Like running my hands over water
Oh God I did love water
Swimming is one of those things I don't do
any more
To be wet when you're young it's so beautiful
Your features are purified and exaggerated
and extraordinary and beautiful and clean
You are never more beautiful in youth
than when you are wet or cold and flushed pink
To be wet when you're old
it's just
to be seen in all of your imperfections
ashen and dry even when wet
Age doesn't like to swim
And age is not improved by cold
But I remember when I used to swim
like a dolphin dipped and dives
and stopping to catch breath
I would float my hands on the water
rest them on the velvet surface
caress it and feel its definition
it's otherworldly texture
It's atomic form
Silken and otherworldly and impossible
just as you felt to touch
How could anything feel so completely soft and pure
and right
Our world is losing its water just as I am losing my water
My beautiful world is drying
I'm dry
I dream water and remember the books that you wanted me to read Dune
In which water was so precious that even tears were saved only for those you love the most
Adam mused and stroked his beard saying, "I've really got it made!
All I do is eat and sleep and lie beneath The Tree Of Life for shade!
That is until a couple of weeks ago when God put me in a trance!"
He sayeth, "Loan me a rib to create a wife, your love life to enhance!"
"In one fell swoop unto me He created a lovely lady named Eve!"
I asked, "Why is thy physique so different than mine? - I was so naive!"
"Come hither, big fella" said Eve, "I think we can figure it out!"
That's how the "genesis" of Cain, Abel and Enoch came about!"
"With a wife and kids to support, my problems now began.
I regret to say that is what brought about the eventual fall of man!"
"A sneaky snake talked Eve into eating fruit from The Tree Of Life.
Since that little dido, I and humankind have known nothing but strife!"
"Heretofore, we could romp, play and roam about Eden undressed.
Now, I have to wear scratchy fig leaves that really leave me stressed!"
"Cain is in the hoosegow for a fit of rage and the slaying of his brother.
Why me Lord? Why this onerous scourge upon me and his mother?"
"On top of all of this, I now have to labor for my daily chow.
Alas, all of mankind must now toil by the sweat of their brow!"
"Folks, I'm sorry for perpetrating such terrible misery in your life.
Truth be told, you can blame that wily snake and my wayward wife!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
Placed 4th in Linda-Marie's "Adam In Eden" Contest
Angel Bones
Two Hundred fifteen angels (Narration by an elder)
each buried in a shallow grave
The monsters said the Angels were savages
that they were there to save
Each little heartbeat
cries up from the earth
“Come seek out our answers. (Narration by child)
please prove that we have worth”
“Those who survived us
have tried to be our voice.
Why have they been silenced?
Please listen it’s a choice.”
“Return us to our families,
so they can beat the drum.
Then our spirits will find peace,
in the place that we are from.”
“The world must know the truth,
the Government didn’t know best.
They fed us to pale monsters,
we were cursed instead of blessed.”
“Yes cruel pale faced monsters,
robed in uniforms of black.
Pretended to be Godly,
while perpetrating their attack.”
“Touching our little bodies,
telling us we were blind.
Deriving their cruel cruel pleasures,
monsters of a different kind.”
“The school was their playground,
these monsters had their way.
Each time we tried to speak,
there was a price to pay.”
(Drum beats)
thump thump, thump thump,
Thump thump, thump thump
Thump thump, thump thump
(Native elders singing)
The bones of our innocent Angels (Narration by Elder)
that they buried beneath the ground.
Their spirits speak in unison
Without emitting a single sound
Each little heartbeat
Cries up from the earth
“Come seek out our answers, (Narration by child)
please prove that we have worth.”
People tend to get the connection between religion and relationships confused
we need to learn to distinguish which one would be more important to us if we lose
Jesus the Christ was born solely to die for our salvation
high on a cross on Mount Calvary His final destination
from the moment that Adam and Eve ate from the forbidden fruit tree
the shadow of the cross appeared thus perpetrating mankind's destiny
Jesus was the ransom, He was a symbol of God's unconditional love
He was a gift sent to us from the Heavens up above
He was a dead man walking, He was the sacrificial Lamb of God
His blood to wash away all the sin and unrighteousness in our hearts
the Crucifixion has already been put into place
the Resurrection was God's saving grace
the favor and grace of God that to us has been freely giving
the love of God that allows the spirit of Jesus to keep on living
we need to understand its not because of anything we say or do
its simply the love of God which flows towards you
its not about anything that is man-made
its all about the love that to us God gave
as you didn't find God, it was God who found you
He's always been there waiting for you to come to
So now shout Hallelujah and give God all the praise
fall down on your knees and let your hands to Him be raised
just receive the love of God that is coming towards thee
a gift that's been given to us totally and completely free
there is a particular indention in the wind
it is just enough for you to save me
i thought for sure that i was going to blow away,
but here you come with a shield so needed
there is a particular pause in the grey sky's movements
it is just enough for you to cover me
i thought for sure that i was going to be struck by lightning,
but here you come providing shelter from the storm
i was once a nobody perpetrating the fraud
my reimbursement was the occasional drink from the nearest water fountain
i risked my delicate stomach for some free food and a listening ear
i risked my personal safety for a peaceful place despite my fear
when opportunity knocked, i acted like i was not home
i would be the professional waver offering free housesitting without knowing
i tainted my own forward progress by just hanging around without growing
when belief in the self is indulging in idle time, the easiest pastime is to roam
then along came a similar sound in the same version of my walk
the footprints are just as unsure
the look in the eyes are just as bewildered
this is when i knew....Only God Knows....
there is in particular emphasis on a sincerity smile
it is just enough for me to appreciate you
i thought for sure that i was going to have dream lumps on my head for days
but here we go again joyfully packing suitcases in the trunk of the car