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You are my kids
And I raised you
From baby to adults
Now you are adults
As long as you live under my roof
You need to obey my rules
Or the highway
Yes I know I been very
Restricted with you kids
For a long time
I am also aware that some of the food
I cook you will not eat
And it will end up in the garbage
You have your favorite kinds of foods
Like Tandoory Chicken , Pizza, and
Pasta primavera
Also one of my rules that you must follow
Is go to bed early every night
So that you can get a proper night sleep
I don't want you to stay up late
Because if you do that
You are going to mess up your
Sleep schedule
Also we all need to take care of our
Health
We should not let our health
Go down hill
We can't live without health
Also we need to look after our
Appearance
Every single day
The dawn, after the rain had trumpet its force on the old roof tiles
it ceased to a soft drizzle harmless and tender.
Yes, I know I should get up at seven steeped as I´m a protestant work ethic.
Overcome by laziness, I slept for two hours more.
In my drowsiness, thought about how our freedom has been restricted by the internet,
our thought and secrets are no longer our property but shared by authorities that want
to know our innermost thoughts.
We are prisoners of an all-embracing society that will not tolerate thoughts
other than banal comments about a friend`s birthday.
What we heralded as a great instrument for communication
is perverted and spied on by our leaders.
Free speech only exists for those who have nothing to say and accept living
in the land of the convention.
Nothing can be nobler if we demand our right
not to be censured
and called seditious because we will not be trapped
in the trivial acceptance of perceived lies.
With the Rain…
Every day is in documentation
Getting it out
Getting it down
Read, if even for one moment
And find something that you can believe in
A solid thought
From a scattered mind
No tomorrow without tonight beforehand
The time will come
But not to rising sun
Seeing, the clouds of rain
That place your spirits in a dampened state of array
A melancholy heart
Speaking without thinking
Growing tired, growing weary
Always as I near the pages end
No endless novel, I’m too far restricted
From going that deep into character, my dear friends
Little gems of thought and emotion
That must rain from me; onto you, all of you…
VEILED
The future stood there, veiled
A neutral expression on its face
Showing its respect for the past
As the present didn’t even last
But hidden under the black lace
A smile for all that surely failed
It knew decisions would be made
Some succeeding, but others not
Noting all those lives still on track
Yet restricted to only looking back
Timing always perfect, on the dot
As the future, it must be obeyed
Few can ever see beyond the veil
Only guessing at their own future
The reality sure of its unique state
Yet alternative futures lay in wait
Dimensions sewn up with a suture
Only time travellers to tell the tale
At night, death's dark whisper resounds
Chasing dreams, with bloody sweat unbound
Awakened by fear, his heart does pound
Beholding death's spirit, all around
By day, sleep flees, a rare reprieve
For he has slain it, with restless grief
A little slumber, a shout of doom
Forever haunted, a troubled tomb
Through "Baba Gbonka's" dark, deceitful gate
He sought wealth's shortcut, a fatal weight
Riches accrued, but health did flee
Mansions built, yet comfortless, he'll be
Luxury furniture, a hollow pride
Restricted to a mat, where he must reside
Strangers receive his charitable hand
But relatives, a forbidden land
Conditioned to spend, with daily strife
No peace, until his target meets life
Marriage yes, but children, a denied bliss
What's affluence without peace, but an empty kiss?
Who shall inherit all his earthly gain?
To what account, when his soul's laid to rest in pain?
The scripture says, "Godliness with contentment's the gain"
A truth he forgot, in wealth's vain, hallow reign
From his bizarre behavior and unkind words everyone
assumed he was a would-be psychopath seeking revenge;
he had no outside contacts, only conversations with his vicious mom
who daily sat in a squeaking Victorian rocking chair and scolded him.
" All friends with no morals have a bad influence on good souls,
keep away from them, avoid the whip when you break the rules. "
Mia preached to her frail son shaking and making strange, low sounds;
Charlie replied with a sob, " Yes, mother they can be horrible monsters."
" This Bible is a rod teaching discipline, it makes strong men fear God,
never think of molesting a virgin girl and leave her on a deserted road;
I've based this existence on obedience and trust in the Almighty God,
do the same and no harm will come to you: swear and keep your word."
Charlie nods while tears swell his light pupils, he wants to scream
and let his anger out to release his pain, he clutches his smooth hands
and whispers, " I want to get married and have kids: lots of them;
Mia springs forth from the rocking chair howling, " They are no good girls. "
No words came from Charlie's trembling lips and did not dare to lash back,
" I'm going to sleep. " Her response was delightful. " Say your prayer, son. "
" Ok, I won't forget. " Charlie murmured plotting revenge later that week;
his freedom was restricted, his mental state wreaked havoc, his head spun.
Under your cloak of stars, the restlessness is soothed,
A wave of gentle enchantment caresses my quivering soul,
Whenever your shadow flees from sight, I enwrap you in secrets,
I lock in my canvas of thoughts your smile that reflects within me.
You are the path that bends between playfulness and yearning,
In your arms is the world, sown with wind and rediscovery,
Like a leaf in the play of the wind, I let your spirit carry me,
In the twist of fate that embraces cords of strength at its chest.
On the beach of eternity, my love, you are the storm and the fleeting dream,
The two of us, silhouettes in dance, sing the melancholy of passing times,
In us, silence is an ocean that separates and unites us clandestinely,
Our love is a temple in ruins that rises gloriously in dreams.
Soulmates, in the bitter chess game of the infinite, we were placed,
Unsquashed, always quenching our thirst in relentless searches,
Our pulse is an odyssey marked in echoes of stellar breath,
We love, tossing petals in the wind, without flight to be restricted.
Now I hold you, capturing your essence in me, for later you might be missing,
I lay upon you the hope that tomorrow you will laugh as you do this day,
Every farewell will resound like the cosmic echo of a heart in agony,
And every fiber in me will bleed for every moment without you.
Oh, woman, a wreath of joy and sorrow in his often weary hands,
When you are a sculpture of crystal, then a visage of bizarre pain,
In your odyssey, like a spring, desires will shiver,
The violin minstrel of destinies plays its score on the dance of fingers.
So remain, in the frame of the dream, in this our portrait,
Like the seal upon a metaphor of our ever lively and fervent love,
Take my hand and let's enter the dance, on the meadow of the most beautiful myths,
Woman, in my carousel, with magic and melancholy sweetly interwoven.
Within this vast Universe
Each limited entity sings it's verse
But who we really are, we do not know
So let us find out together, in stillness slow
We are bestowed with senses five and mind
However, we are restricted and confined
Moreover body dies, subject to decay
Are we merely feeble form of clay
Bemused by illusions, fears nonplus
Luckily, lofty beings walked among us
Jesus, Buddha, ascended masters, saints
All teaching how we may transcend constraints
The teaching is simple: God is and He is good
Love is the tool by which He is understood
The body's ephemeral, soul is eternal
To know God, live a life internal
Given that God is omnipresent
He must then be within us resident
Silencing thought flow din, let us tip toe in
Surrender and so allow the play divine to begin
At first nothing happens, for we are not quite still
Unless we are empty, we yet retain egoic will
Slowly, our erst fears and desires recede
We follow, letting conscience lead
With head and heart, hand in glove
Thoughts words, acts aligned with love
Rekindled is the glow of childlike innocence
Which releases within us a blissful luminescence
Life will pose challenges for we are here to learn
That love is the flame in which all sins burn
Sin itself being caused by ignorance
Replaced by a sublime fragrance
In timeless time, we vaporise
Beholding each breath in surprise
Feeling God's life force pervade our form
Ever present rapture of bliss magnetism warm
Consciousness expands, we see God within all
The manifest Universe, is this bliss squall
As a child of God, we too are His light
Known when awakens inner sight
27-October-2022
Tell It Like It Is Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Mystic Rose Rose
She craves the Likes
With those comments so much
It’s proof there are some souls
She’s been able to touch
So she writes in the morning
well into the night
Trying to find that magic
to reveal her inner light
Yes poetry is her drug
a place that seems so real
Her world without borders
where she’s able to feel
Not restricted by society
in this place she’s a Queen
A flower of the desert
or a hero from a movie scene
Sensual and adventurous
No limitations for her
A temptress extraordinaire
able to make strong men purr
No impossible mountain
all of them she can climb
She can even be a villain
for a moment in time
Every story she shares
is a pearl from her mind
Do not pass by to quickly
there are treasures to find
So as you read her words
offer her some thoughts
For this word worthy habit
is a garden, of Forget-Me-Nots
Rags To Threadbare Tatters...
(a true “FAKE” story
how Mein Kampf - chill as hoary
frost – and totaling lacking glory.)
A woeful disgraceful
cautionary tale stitched
from the barest thread
harkens back half life
of yours truly
comprising a few decades
in the pluperfect past,
when this husband newlywed
living hand to mouth,
when thy wife and me
occupied mine boyhood abode
sharing one kid size bed,
though dwelling under
same roof as parents,
this "pariah" did dread,
cuz prior to getting married
most every day
found me loathing mandates,
yet never fled
duet hoo bing
cowardly, yours truly
blithely endured pa
rant till fulminations,
and litany of"hateful"
broadsides at my head
minor misfortune, sans scant
details barely one
measly paragraph
tenuously stretched,
thus (with all manner
of dogspeed, I fetched
kvetched against restricted
poetic licensed finesse)
to complete
at least one
page (OpenOffice)
word document spread
attempting to convey penury,
but nonetheless I
consider meself
if nothing else
blue tiff lee well red
irrelevant to stand in good stead,
and pertaining to
profession of thespian,
never found me professionally
acting out a scene
neither did I glean,
nor memorized
scripts, thy counter
with applying literary mien
super tramp ping cheap tricks
to convince skeptical readers
"Quod Erat Demonstrandum"
just show up on opening night
when mine break
out character lean
on words since being "green"
behind ears of corn lean
refulgent klieg lights
will shine a light
asthma pantomime
dramatics mean
business and take
thumb page from playbook
portray me as
superb drag queen
when "lights", "camera,"
and "action" called
debut appearance
with stellar broadcasts
in every magazine!