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That phrase describes products that
succeed through inherent quality,
solving real world problems
It worre a 45 minute leisure time,
the interludes one tempo to another
The inconsistency of proportion had to
be managed in order fo
r both tempos could have way.
the resolution of our discontent
stifled the progression which
had been natural and pleasant.
Until her centered need divided the concerns of
all who had interest in the project
it became easier for her to modulate
proves attempts to alter beliefs are
Both weak and unsuccessful
one who inspires might find there
the undue influencing to cover them
without knowing such is in accordance
Aquiver the excitement of being influential
is different from the shamefulness of
being looked at as someone
will to cast a spell on you to have you as?
The core components and music is
the actual performance in which style
or genre the song works best for
the audience and performer
the need to know why she
wished to brainwash him startlede
I encorage you to assume, assume Im everything you
thought I would be like I lived up to the hype, of your
standards and now walkin in Christ Jesus marvelous light,
assume Im the man who you been searching for you just
overlooked becuz there was clutter in ya rearview,
assume I dont just wear my heart on my sleeve but my
feelings for you are so see threw, assume Im imperfect
but striving for progression, I want you to assume nothin
of what Im telling you is deception, assume together we
can conqueror everything thats been hindering us from
going above and beyond, assume what we have goes
deeper than a physical bond, assume I need you as much
as you need me, the first thought that comes to your
mind is how to please me and the last that comes to mine
is how I wouldn't wanna grieve you, assume the only way
you can pursue me is by first seeking Christ, and the only
way Im gonna notice you is if you're obedient to his every
word with all your heart and might.
Imagine the child
Whom on a daily basis
The only validation or commendation
They were ever given
Was that they were told
They were simply , less in fact
Good for nothing at all
You lack the basic concentration and skills
Required to contribute in order
To your own educational progression
A so called educator teacher themselves
Failed in their capacity and duty to read
And take the time to out
To investigate the fine print and clause
Regarding individuality and creativity
Because if they did
They would then save themselves
The future humiliation that lies ahead
When eventually the 1
Who they let slip through their nett
Comes back to haunt and bite them
And they do not only fail to thank them
Or mention them but rather instead
Smile and have a laugh at their expense
Without even having to do much as
Say a word or mention
Their name at all
In sheepish clothing human (kind?) have growled at what they
thought to be a star in the drama of false knowledge
Narcissistic howling for eons
Predators behaving as if the earth is the centre of…what
while the light has thought to be enlightened
It is the moon’s faulty torch
Arms strong and light years afar they conquered
beamed at their glory and hailed their progression
A howler of lunar proportions
At the beginning there was the word and then came radiance
glowing decrial and wild shouts refusing the message
Crying wolf too often horsens in vain
08th July 2018
Written for Julia Ward's contest 'Wolves and the Moon'
so long ...
dangling, bouncing on a branch
chill autumn mistrals tugging, pulling ... (hoping)
watching all the others leave
falling to their destiny
somewhere on the forest floor
far, far, far below ...
oh, I've loved my time in the canopy
growing and watching life abound about me
but I - as all acorns - long for the earthy soil to plumb and prove
for the promise of a new life, tendrils digging deep
roots finding home and hope
solid purchase, and the happy progression of continuance
(all the while, deep winter snows hide our mystery - blooming!)
it is our ONE anticipation - our ONE actuality
and it courses through all we are and do
from first we appear a-branch
to the wondrous moment we reach Mother Earth
I feel it coming now, that ...
I feel my cap pushing off ... separating from the Great One
the dear, grand tree of my growth and guidance
oh, how my heart soars, as I!
how my spirit bursts with exceeding joy
as I am finally airborne and free
and falling to life and hope and glorious continuity ...
in the dark, earthy, sweet forest floor
I fly and wonder and wait
for the soft thud ...
of promise!
~ Honorable Mention ~ in the "Brian's Choice 5, Any Form, Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
Expectations
No rest
No time to breathe
A weight on your chest
Nothing less than excellence
Even that's not enough
A world that tells black people
That even if you follow the rules
You are still not good enough
Because as long as your black
They will always have the last laugh
In a world that preaches equality
It sure is a hypocrite
From young we are taught that life is a test
That no matter how hard we work
We will always be seen as less
Even with perfect scores we still come last
A crooked system used to keep us at the bottom
A crooked system used to make sure our life is a struggle
A box with no key deprived of freedom
Locked in with chains so we can't outshine them
Doing everything in their power
To watch us sink
In an ocean that steals our breath
Drowning in a watery abyss
A constant fight to stay afloat
Whilst they just stare at us
A fight that isn't fair
The water keeps us suppressed
So everytime we open our mouth
The water sinks our words
Just like everytime we try to speak
We are labelled dramatic
All this happening whilst the weight of their hate
Slowly drowns us to death
In a world that claims progression
The education system sets us back
Policing black children
Whilst holding us back
So all the white kids can succeed
Then tell us we will never amount to anything
That all we are good for is a prison sentence
Drilling inferiority straight into our chest
To make sure discrimination is the only education we will get
The only lesson received is how racism will never end
The syllabus being slurs and all the different ways we are hated
Buy something they seem to forget
Is we have legacies of strength
We are stronger than the hate that you threat
You push us down and yet we continously get up
We are made of tungsten the strongest element
You think you can break us
Your hate will break instead
You try to steal our breath
But our oxygen tank is unlimited
We are here for the long run
You'll just have to get used to it
We are here to stay
And we will never let you forget
Once upon along ago
Pioneers sailed over ocean flows
To start anew in a different world
Where centuries later new flags unfurled
The above appears reasonable to me
But it's the happenings to the Apache and Cree
The Westward Movement was inevitable
Murderous chaos as the indigenous fell
It's so easy to sit now and look back at the past
Where our ancestors prospered, whilst theirs didn't last
Do we look on in pride at our family tree
Never caring to the think about the Cree, Apache
Borders will fall as others will be encroached
Lands will be taken or politically poached
The Westward Movement are white mans words
But for gunfire and greed, they may never have been heard
Silently nightfall approached followed by a BLOOD RED MOON.
Rumors had it, nights like these barely existed.
It was the 21st of June,
and the Sun fought that day creating summers existence.
After Life, is there death?
Like after summer, it's fall, then winter.
Do souls escape mortality?
Or stay forever and wither?
Life is a complexity of thoughts and decisions,
Whatever path you may choose, makes all the difference.
Whether a sin is result of flawed intuitions,
or purposely committed all is forgiven.
I shall never know surely if there is a god but,
I know I am flawed,
I've failed and I've strived.
I've laughed and I've cried.
Upon all certainty
I know, I am me.
I breathe for equality,
I'll bleed to be FREE.
VOICES RISE FROM DUST
The uphill path rigorous and arduously rough,
obsessed fervor’s effort to climb the mountain,
in aspiring life’s progression agonizingly tough,
drove me unimpeded for sky of success to attain.
Above the blaring stratum of mundane cacophony
I rose testing my perseverance in sheared sense.
Those who crossed my path realized their folly,
for they were waylaid outside my egoistic fence.
Suffused with the euphoria of reaching the summit
the aura of success congealed the heart in thin air.
Those who held hands adoring me beyond the limit,
discarded, they fell back in obscurity, I didn’t care.
In the twilight hours when the journey is downhill
along the lone path, crossed all bridges but the last,
in the deafening silence of the petrified night still
I hear the stifled voices of nemesis rise for the dust.
Written : December 5, 2018
January 19, 2020
Contest : Strand No 650, Any Form, Any Theme
Sponsor : Brian Strand
A 60 year old woman entered a marathon,
she wanted to set a personal goal
not to win it, but just to be in it
going for her own gold
but just after about 19 miles into the race
she tripped and fell down
she had broken her ankle bone
and was laid out on the ground
the paramedics told her, her race was now over
but she would not hear of such
she instructed them to put away that stretcher
and give her a cane or give her a crutch
she said my race is not over,
if I can't run it, then I will walk
her determination was her inspiration
and she was not about to balk
going for the gold was her only destination
her vision, her goal, her sole consideration
Our God is a God of faith and strength
a God of progression
not a God of failure or fear
nor a God of regression
for God will lift you up
if you should ever fall or trip
just make sure that with Him
you have a personal relationship
for God wants to be in the picture
draw near to Him and He will reciprocate
He can strengthen and transform you
on a level that is intimate
treat Him as you would treat a lover
for He is more than just a friend
He will always be by your side
through thick and through thin
have Him in your heart too
for It's not only about intellectual perceptions
let the Holy Spirit increase your faith
be full of thanksgiving and open to God's receptions
get your mind on the right track and let God work in your life
use your past experiences to remind you of all that you have sacrificed
It's alright to look back just don't live in it and then get mad
utilize the power of memory and thank God for all that you have had
So keep on keeping on
know that God will lighten your way
let nothing and no one paralyze nor limit you
from obtaining your goals this day
Yet even in the midst of discouragement
that woman proceeded to accomplish her goals
with faith in God and in herself
determined and destined to go for the gold