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He was the most lonesome guy.
he surely didn't trust anybody
and the reasons were many;
he'll reveal his darkest secrets...
when he has shed all his tears
and realized how foolish he was!
Shunning existence for an unexplained reason
was folly; was he treated unkindly and unfairly?
Only his contrived and rageful feelings can explain
what made him choose confinement from Humanity!
The tremendous loss of his mom hit him hard,
with his hands across his beating chest,
with his bowed head he was totally lost;
he miserably grieved her and desperately cried!
Who has never felt his inconsolable and deep pain
that was never been left behind,
can't understand humanly what brought him down;
how grief persists in the sorrowful mind,
how it keeps him in a state of misery:
does anyone cling to pain indefinitely?
He was the nicest guy in the smallest town,
always lending his hand to others whenever it was needed,
he gave his love demanding nothing in return;
comfort him when he breaks down, and do a good deed!
Mary, Mary mother of Humanity
we kneel before you singing praises
as angels stare at your image
of holiness, even they proclaim your grace;
and more than each star in this universe:
they are truly joyful and long for serenity!
Mary, Mary mother of Humanity,
you fill empty hearts with hope;
there's nobody feeling unloved:
everyone is praying fervently...
asking for consolation and mercy.
Their hymns help them cope
and rise above misery and unrest...
whenever they are afflicted
with sorrow in their chest!
Mary, Mary mother of Humanity
with eyes very tender and merciful,
keep us in your fond embrace:
be that lighthouse illuminating
the Human Race reaching out farther,
not knowing how certain is peace!
Mary, Mary mother of Humanity
reign on your throne of splendor,
guard us against Satan's rageful jealousy,
empower us with humility and obedience,
thrill is with spiritual and perpetual joy;
we will not find anywhere a holier mother,
a kinder mother who understands our pain!
Swearing runs in the dysfunctional family,
the loud mother gets angry at her kids
and flings some items at them with animosity;
they listen and learn from her curse words.
It's a thrill to hang out with their friends,
it's easier to fit in when nasty words
are spewen out with rageful obscenity
and bullying others, they feel superiority.
If the disgusting language of rebellious teens
didn't offend or intimidate, it would fail them
in their expectations of being defiant thugs;
had they some morals, they would be a gem.
It's nighttime, the April air is very mild;
they binge and break bottles on trees,
their behavior becomes incredibly wild...
there's a fight, one of the boys bleeds.
Angie the mother of Brenda comes to his aid,
then slaps her daughter with fury in her lungs,
" It's past midnight, you should be in bed,
not hang out with a bunch of smelly drunks! "
Written on 5/19/2017
That day when legal slavery ended
A brief moment when justice seemed palpable
marked only the first chapter of caped cross burners
and rageful lynch mobs
marked only the beginning of white terror
against black dignity
Equal justice under law
That day when the sky opened
A brief glimmer when freedom seemed possible
stained only by the blood of generations oppressed
bruised only by the brutality of the state
against these people of color
Equal justice under law
That day when a people were proclaimed
A brief interlude when equality seemed attainable
marred only by marginalization and segregation
scarred only by white supremacy and white dominance
against these struggling people
Equal justice under law
Someday when a people get their due
An arcing rainbow when liberation is realizable
helped only by abandonment of white privilege
aided only by respect and compassion
for these people
Equal justice under law
No question would be more realistic
to face more hard days ahead of us,
it's a challenge to put up resistance:
it's a wish that has deluded the optimistic:
we sought a brighter light more intense,
we had hoped vainly and achieved less!
More hard days will shake our anxious life
with its uncertainty and scary gloominess,
we didn't listen to that prophet who predicted
dire times: he was laughed at, spit on and even ridiculed;
had we listen to him: we wouldn't be filled with sadness,
we wouldn't be worried but follow the path to awareness!
" Distrust, unrest and chaos can't be avoided,
blame your corrupt leaders who have failed
to fix many broken promises to restore blessed harmony;
most of you have lost every hope and have chosen apathy! "
This is the voice from the grave, that voice of despair
that warns us of what was coming in less than a year!
More hard days loom over the dim horizon,
that horizon once enflamed by brilliant colors;
we stare at it sadly, but nothing inspires imagination
to rebuild dreams left to burn to avenge indignation!
If our ears refuse to listen, there must be a sound reason;
don't let that reason be a measure of permanent distance
between rageful hopelessness and the astute ability to persist and win:
conflict never ends accordingly to plan, it's the stronghold of defiance!
The fearless soldier with a glowing and youthful look
aims his rifle toward his enemy behind the barrack,
while thoughts are focused on practical and clever survival;
the concept of horrifying death is as distant as imminent hell!
The voluptuous gal with artful fingers massages his client's body,
to her wishes are paid in hefty sums to satisfy her corporal desires;
morality has been replaced by want, nothing will deny her pleasures:
does incurable disease make her worry and go back to a life of purity?
The peachy-cheeked girl gently picks up the fragile petals of blue lilies
dispersed by gusty blows of rageful wind swooping above and around her;
she should be outraged and find a calmer meadow amid the lively hills:
no whim smears with anger her charming smile adorned by hair so fair!
The newborn baby, pulled from his mom womb, emits a scream into light,
there's no happier mother caressing him, nurturing him with sweetness;
life offers joys and awful moments, while death offers pervasive fears:
between these two stands immortality as conceived by religion, not fact!
Doors and windows in my world
Is like a vortex in my head
Floors and roofs in my life has been uncurled
In the matrix of my dread
You don’t see me...you don’t see me
We were like strangers in the sea
Cast your shadow upon me, baby
I’m dealing with bi-tendencies honestly
View the windows in my shoes
View the windows in my shoes
There, you’ll find me without a clue
There, you’ll find me and you
There, you’ll find me so true
They don’t see who I am
I am just a broken-down dam
Damn, I’m just His lamb
I am as angry as a rageful ram
View the windows of my glimmering hope
Undo the rope from my neck...
Unchain these chains, so I can simply cope
I love you to pieces like heck...
Give me a peck...
Give me a sec...
Give me a minute...
I will throw another fit...
Give me an hour, hour
My desire has turned sour
Summertime shame has came upon me
Release my mindset, for I’m upset with rue
Sublime and will take the blame frankly
Breathe into me regret...I am stuck like glue
Waiting patiently...
you for making me wait
For absolutely...
Nothing...
Take me home to your castle of loneliness
There, you’ll find my empathy of distress
and if I had a home,
maybe i could hide in it's womb;
crawling out to a new beginning,
but pieces of familiarity hold me ashore.
with winds so harsh and nights so cold,
there is a city in my dreams;
her soul screeches as she mirrors my own.
she has seen me, a quiet rageful teenager,
bloom into the arms of youth;
she screams her lungs out,
so I can breathe;
for I can only find peace in a tempest.
which city would do that for you, she asks?
An unfaithful tear leaves my eye,
I want you to feel like home,
as I fall into the dilemma of hope.
I am a mere stop in your journey she cries,
My heart cannot contain ambitions so high.
I will come back for you and your tides;
Your skies cradling me up as I lay beside,
I am haunted by where the journey decides I belong.
The many cities I have encountered,
They never wrote me a song.
A city up in the north, she sings lullabies
An old soul, she's very wise yet,
Not a single word when I had arrived;
Just a faceless soul and bound limbs.
She still manages to smile aloud,
Even cry when she's filled up to brim;
I look at her and pass by again,
still in search for a home,
but whenever a city comforts me;
the thread of fate unties,
and I am left again with a new soul,
figuring out her voice.
The turbid clouds hover mountains
of fluttering maples,spruces and pines
while I am crossing those bridges of wonder,
adjoined by sturdy steel cables
that even an impetuous wind couldn't oscillate;
man's ingenuity outwitting Mother Nature...
a tuneful voice rising from a spirit that perpetuates!
Rageful rivers resent their lament,
as fast currents struggle to find an inlet;
my hard breath surrenders
to an unchallenged fear!
From above danger is like the force of gravity,
I race with a brave face, but the harsh wind
still whips it with the strength of a twister,
blowing the pristine white sand...
turning it into a whirling dust cloud
only to diminish my visibility!
Let me cross those bridges of wonder,
in spite of lightning and thunder...
I'll brave the fiercest storm,
as long as courage allows me to proceed;
night may come as quickly as frightening thoughts,
but nothing would make my will recede
to a darkness that suppresses the freedom of choice!
When warriors are faced by a threat,
they don't turn back and accept defeat,
no doubt can thwart their plan:
it's either death or glory,
unsurmountable pain or joy;
their ego is hardly broken through dire!
Ah! See them crossing those bridges of wander,
and like me, they rejoice when the battle ends!
Forget all the foolishness of the moment
that made you breathe in fear and anger;
stand up and face the inescapable fact:
you can run once, but not forever!
Don't try to be perfect,
show everybody how you care;
I'm the one who needs attention,
so get rid of your pretension,
throw away what's unfair...
and speak words with intent!
Forget all the foolishness of the moment,
it's stupidity on your part, be someone
sensible to my needs, show that big heart;
making mistakes is not being imperfect:
you can learn from them, it's not a horrendous crime...
who lurks in frightening shadows is shut out from the light!
Step down from your splendid heaven where
all the angels object to your greed;
show every tender feeling and feel free
to love the faithful one waiting alone...
watching rageful waves in a troubled sea:
being human is not seeing somebody bleed!
Forget all the foolishness of the moment,
all can be forgiven quickly, seek atonement;
don't see your wounded pride but something different:
a chance to amend faults and not feel the embitterment!