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Are our inventories the same? Do I still fight in wars that I wasn’t made to partake in? Have my boundaries been set with regard that I am not the savior; no humans can be or are. I just learned that all the past times I unconsciously played God, I robbed people of the experience he had for them, otherwise sought. I always thought I was doing them a favor, but the truth is I stole from the hardships that were meant to transform them into a human who was more able to handle whatever life threw. So, they could lean more into their faith and know with him they are able to get through this flesh life race. I am sorry. We don’t know until we know what the right thing to do is. The more we allow him to rule in the position he is in, the less turmoil, we will unnecessarily put ourselves in. I apologize to the people I looked for, to save me in MY time of need. I’m sorry I put stress unto you when it wasn’t your responsibility. I ask for forgiveness for trying to be saved by you, someone who is not able to free me from what he has planned for me to do. I realize when I try to do anything that puts me in a position of God, I am immediately faced with a skin beings, fear, and an inability to save anyone for GOD, I am not.
The will to power is a prominent concept in Nietzschean philosophy,
And exerted a strong influence on some major movements in history.
Its effect can be traced to the fields of politics, evolution, and psychology,
And provides useful insights into the subject of African slavery.
Nietzsche’s belief in the concept of higher or master morality,
Lead him to disavow ideas of egalitarianism and democracy.
Master morality, which values pride and power was thought to be superior,
And slave morality, which values kindness, empathy, and sympathy inferior.
Hitler was attracted to and influenced by aspects of Nietzschean philosophy.
And the Nazis selectively used his philosophy to justify their infamous activity.
Ideas are not immaterial they are important in shaping our views.
It was erroneous ideas that lead Hitler to kill six million Jews.
The Nazi order praised the Antebellum South and its existing societal order,
Which kept African Americans at the lowest rungs of the social ladder.
Hitler believed that a Confederate victory would have made America a great nation,
One ruled “by a real Herren-class,” and based on inequality and black subjugation.
While Americans reject Nazism, the idea of white supremacy persists in our society.
And we must realize that this idea is antithetical to the principle of democracy.
If our nation wishes to eradicate systemic racism and correct the effects of slavery,
We must remove from public places the monuments and symbols of the Confederacy.
But the removal of monuments and symbols alone will not atone for our nation’s iniquity,
America must finally acknowledge the national sin and evil of black slavery,
Reform its educational system that still perpetuates the myth of white superiority,
And remove the barriers that prevent blacks from achieving social and economic parity.
Over a century after the abolition of slavery, the evil of racism still haunts this nation,
That prides itself as a bastion of equality, liberty, and a model of cultural integration.
It is time for this generation of Americans who live in a society built on injustice,
To take responsibility for proactively addressing injustice and ending racial prejudice.
Diary written within the mind of experiences
Instances with boundaries
The fears within
The Black Man being the Center Man
Spotlight and focus
Acceptances and rejections
Battling the world as if in the military
Times of tears
Being the Black Man meant
Is the world ready to handle to connect
Introspective
Knowing the Black Man will always be a Black Man
Prepared in all circumstances and situations
Compromise but will never surrender
The Black Man Principle
Complexity and Official
Black Man feelings
Unassured and lack confident
A world that doesn’t understand, but label the Blackman’s role
Assertive when needing to be
Black and Brown color trait
Racism high society
The Diary
Black Man
Survival
Commitment and Responsibility
Black Men are taking their place.
Are you calling me to stop here?
Alright!
I’ve pressed my feet on brakes,
Behind me, red eyes burning brightly.
Is journey finished here?
Then let it be so!
Seats are luxurious,
Comfortable to sit.
I was sunk in sweet dreams.
I had forgotten my duties and responsibility.
Journey ends here,
Would it mean so?
Now, I’ve stopped near the level crossing
It seems temporary halting.
Some of them are talking:
‘It was real life drama!
Others are thinking, it’s a race!’
If that’s true,
Would this dramatic sequence of life end here?
Is it right to do so?
I don’t like your philosophy
Don’t agree to accept it.
I know you analyze things better
Also know how to demoralize me
You always reject whatever I like
But in every problem,
There’s a solution in disguise!
And we can solve it amicably.
An iron bar, I know, has torn our road straight apart.
I am cruelly pinned to one end
of this prehistoric road,
At the other end you are torturing me
I can’t tolerate your emotional tyranny anymore.
I can’t also disobey laws of my fate
can't withdraw myself.
Unanimously we can change us!
Are you telling me to stop here?
Ear rings that were hanging in your ears
have now tied my legs tightly
This cruel time has caged me
I am screaming hopelessly
Memories are now dancing phantoms!
Steering is moving like wheels of fortune
on your hands,
I’m waiting for your answers.
Suddenly, someone whistled
The iron rod lifted up
our roads are ready to be joined
Doors of thousand rooms are now opened.
Are you calling me to enter?
I dial Dad, in early morning.
The youngest of three
in her family, his birth-day twin,
his cousin passed away.
I look at the snow covered branches
as the sun comes up, this side of heaven.
Should my heart be heavy, tears
streaming down?
They’d only freeze at these temperatures,
and slide down the slippery slope
of my steep driveway.
My grand wanted to escape his home,
yesterday, but I couldn’t chance
to end up in a ditch across the street.
He flapped his wings to make an angel
in the snow, but didn’t get enough time
outside; I thought they’d wear him out;
where did childhood go?
I remember the feel of frozen cheeks,
sledding down hills (he so wanted that!);
can’t judge. Each household runs
on its own steam of responsibility,
but, oh, how I wish for him, he could
have stayed out late, slipping and
sliding, agape…how much do kids
miss out today; why can’t they play
outside of virtual reality. Oh, has
Cousin J. been set free to fly
in whatever way her heart desires?
Hope so, and with my mom,
and Aunt J. too; enjoying her rest.
God bless!
Nothing is guaranteed so why should I guarantee anything
to be faithful in a relationship or a wedding ring
with the title comes more responsibility
and when the trust isn't there you start to search else where
because she's a liability. Times have changed
it used to be so simple, or maybe it was
because back in the day I was so simple
You + me = happily ever after
so why is everyone still worried about
getting caught up like the rapture
Nowadays almost everybody is on the fence
and chicks is trickin if it don't make dollars it don't make sense
Sex sells, where's the love, we locked that up in a cell,
I guess it's better to jail your emotions
than keep em out in the open. Nothing is guaranteed
so why should I make promises like
"do you so and so vow to love cherish and honor"
That's so cliche, yeah nowadays
I'm in my feelings right now
dealing with the what ifs so nevermind me.
Lines more lunatic than the sun – 7
playing on the raw-coal
the under-clothes of the airhostesses
continue to sing a song
even-then the germination of the almonds
can never become the sugar-candy
made of palmyra
may be they don’t want so
until and unless any night-guard comes
and deposits the RBCs of the jack-fruit-leaves
within a wrinkle-free hand-glove
you do absorb all colours
from the soil of the earthworms
and thus unfold your open hair
along the air of this cloudy day
then none but the gughni-sellers
will get back their names and titles
there is from the sky of the timber of hog-plum
it has rained even last night
the streets are wet
the trees are wet
there is splashing mud in the low lands
those all full-of-incidents
if you wish
you can send them
to the introduction of a proposal against war
i’ve never heard that
to take the responsibility
of the starving south-east
the rain has put down its crown
Lines more lunatic than the sun – 8
all on a sudden
one day again
i face the isabgool
the own fountain of vraj-kishore
may be, wants to fly away in such a manner
to another afternoon
my tiffin-expenses cann’t discover that valley
till now
from where
it is said
all night-gowns begins
then i’m sitting
with my hands and legs spread
in the sun-light
filled with
the sound of chopping of cabbages
on the flowers of the sun-plant
that are in-between the wife and her mother-in-law
i exercise my intelligence very much
if the question of my security is raised
it is only a ‘for-God’s-sake’-like adjuration
the knot of a white handkerchief is so much heavy
i don’t know earlier
my knowledge of using prosody
getting amalgamated calmly
with the stamen used by the sleep
Form:
My youngest son is 53 years old
A chip off the old block as they say
I take full responsibility for this young fellow
Scott is his name, silliness is his game
Proud as punch of that boy
'Why grow up' has always been my motto
He has certainly accepted it as his as well
Like two peas in a pod we are
Poor dear wife Cathie
She is tested daily by us two extreme characters
She deserved some kind of an award, a medal
For endurance under extreme comedic conditions
The word 'serious' does not exist in our vocabulary
Life is one big hoot
And why not... the alternative sucks
Did I say I'm proud as punch of my Scottie
A successful computer guru
Heading up the Creative Services Department
Of a large company servicing the pharmaceutical industry
Did I say I'm proud as punch of this fellow
I'm repeating myself aren't I
He's the 'apple' of my eye
Ironically, we are both Apple Computer geeks!
We're both bytes out of the old Apple
Half of the kindergarten students said, “We already had that book”.
I was not sure about it, I did not think so, but they were adamant.
The other half yelled that they had never seen it before.
They are apparently the non-listeners because I looked it up today.
Yesterday when I looked it up, two of my pages stuck together.
So, I did not see that I had given them this book and lesson on 9/02.
It is now 11/16, and I gave it to them for a second time.
The subject cannot be reiterated often enough, though.
So, it is probably okay. I am the school counselor.
It is my job to introduce them to a concept and revisit it.
Kindness, cooperation, respect, responsibility, etc.
I am not making the same mistake today though. I changed the lesson.
What’s my story?
It is brown eyes staring back at me.
It is attention to my mind to my libido
To my nemesis
Which is you
Lying in your own nakedness
Waiting—longing—for me to kiss you
But in my own disillusion I see you as
Me—a fantasy which I love to ponder on—
Us as one
How beautiful it could be
This hidden ignominy—
Immorality invalidating my mortality
With your sex inside of me, my mouth
My body, my all—
Worshipping another triumph—
But in truth a failure
This responsibility of self to abstain from
You I find subtly impossible—perhaps I do
Not yet fully want myself back on
Dry land breathing fresh sea air
Perhaps I still want to live this lie
But then the only answer is to die.