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Rejection chain reaction
New Born Male Child
A babe suffering during while
A Mother who wanted her son to die
Heaven’s intervention rise
The new born experienced Asthma, Yellow Jaundice and Malnutrition
The birth weight way below normal circumstances
Life surrounding was uncertain
Doctors are given up hope
Assurance was no cope
Doctors calculated that the babe will only live to 7 in longevity
They told the family to prepare for a funeral and not become attached, but if I lived on it would be God’s will
The Doctors suggested that I put in a Foster Home, but my Grandparents stepped in
Foster Home ruled out
Fast forward through the years, the babe grew up to a teenager of 17 and beyond
The Male teenager spend many weekends with his mother who didn’t want him
The Mother often said she wanted a Girl
No fault on my part, I just became the end product what God wanted me to be
She would cuss and chastise the son for no apparent reason
It was always criticism and negativity that came from the mother to the son
There was definitely a wall of a barrier between the mother and son with love nowhere to be found
The son was blamed for his mother not marrying the internal father
How does a child who didn’t ask to be born being the problem?
The Yellow Jaundice had changed the pigmentation of skin to Caucasian, but that was only briefly when I was born
To this day, the son feels no love and doesn’t extend love to his mother
There used to be a lot of anger and bitterness, but since has been released
Carrying plenty of tension throughout the years
The son prayed to the Lord in honesty in stating he didn’t love his mother
The Lord’s response, “Just respect her”
There were times the son hated himself thinking it was a mistake in him being born
There was even a thought of suicide attempt
A Mother who is not even proud of what her son who is independent, Graduated from college and Self-Alliant has become
The son will always believe a mother wanted to kill her son while she was barring with all her smoking, and stated quote “I would of had an abortion done when abortions weren’t even heard of back then
Yet, a son who is ever proud and achieved greatness in life under the Lord’s eyes.
It’s funny how my frenemies
Sent to me
Pushed me into my destiny.
Years spend yearning for their approval
All for God to do his removal
They were cowards and fakes
Scorpions and snakes
But, now, I am wide awake
And, can see all they tried to take
You can’t curse what God has blessed
I’ve stayed strong through all my tests
There’s a path that leads to life
Where there is no more pain and strife
Don’t you know he laughs on high?
As the time sways quickly by
Don’t you know that he’s not done?
And all will perish if he is not number one
My Fears have faded to gray
Now that I follow in his ways
Doubt has been ruled out
Now that I know what he’s all about
It’s amazing what the wicked will do
Spit lies and ridicule
But, I know an incredible peace
That’s not found in the presence of a beast
I am no better than you
I just obey who is true
An orphan can say they won
When they surrender their life to the son.
By: Sabina Nicole
God don't let me be misunderstood
I step in to the world innocently
I was no victim of my making
on my born day
I was born like every human
once a baby like every child
until one day
the day of transformation
just like adam my eye was
open
just like eve I eat the forbidden
fruit of life
and now am a man of my
kind so deep in Gods wisdom
I don't need to obey all
that comes my way
cos my eyes has seen the
world yet still watching
that made me
a victim in a wild world
despite I was born innocently
in a world were my crime
points on humanity
that was my only resistant
to their evil ideology world wide
despite my good intension
am never ruled out as a rebel
as I stand deep with the psalms
of my soul
writing the truth with my humble
bleeding heart
still am misunderstood
fingers still Points to my doors
for a reason that never justify
my good intension
despite I was no victim
of my making
yet I still pray
oh God don't let me be misunderstood
Like a fly without his/her buzz
even popping a guarana (caffeine) does
not shake the feeling
like brain covered with fuzz
no matter how hard I try eyelids claps
shut nor how many hours of sleep elapse
offers nary reprieve folds
welded tightly shut
feel like they weigh
much as a ton mud covered flaps,
thus thought to summon
meager energy reserves perhaps
generating poetic lines
interrupted by taking constant naps
but no matter eyelids
weigh heavy as a ton steel traps
narcolepsy not ruled out since
tired body struggles as if grasping for air,
yet such fatigued state uncommon for me,
though bothersome to grin and bear
this bout of sleepiness, where this
white knight chess sleeps
trouble free aye declare
quality deep rapid eye
movement marked noticed
since medication taken
to treat debilitating anxiety e'er
concomitant panic attacks, where psyche
got rent asunder send
ding this atheist to hell
episodes pained me
forked flaming tongues flare
ling, immobilizing, paralyzing
and stinging entire body,
hence methinks primary cerebral gear
and cog glommed
like a drain clogged with hair
nonetheless, no alarmist worry,
nor "worst case scenarios" betray
my ordinarily mellow emotional state,
thus any task I must delay
thoughts unstoppably captivated
by snoozing upon
a bed of freshly mown hay,
and then hours later
diminishing fatigue in catchy rye
ming verse aye re: lay
relishing being awake,
the mine true valued self I kin portray.
I, Grace, am a gift from God.
I, Grace, have been correctly
defined as God's unmerited favor.
In general, people prefer to
work for and earn their way.
In general, that is very good.
Individual initiative is a great attribute
for mankind to have. However, as it relates
to salvation, that process has been ruled out.
I, grace, flowing generously from God's heart,
am His gift to the world. I, Grace, am the new and
perfect way that God uses to remedy the sin question.
I am the essential requirement to accept and receive
in order to be qualified for heaven. I am the quality
that enables mankind to have a relationship with God.
I have been placed very high on God's means
for the cure of sin. Therefore, I, Grace,
do not take my role lightly.
A double sonnet in which the great detective and his faithful sidekick, Dr. Watson, alternately deduce the cause of Sherlock’s latest malady…
Part the first
Sherlock could not deduce his source of pain
at first. “Try as I might, I cannot find
the cause – is it contusion, or a sprain?
Perchance a mere psychosis of the mind?
“Yet by deduction, I’ve ruled out the plague,
consumption, smallpox, cholera, and mumps.
My symptoms, although serious, are vague –
this lack of answers has me in the dumps!
“Where’s Watson? He would have a quick prognosis –
I’ve never seen him err in all our years”.
Then! Churn of stomach yields its diagnosis
just as his friend, the good doctor, appears:
“What seems to be the problem, troubled one?”
“It’s alimentary, my dear Watson!”
Part the second
But from the learnéd doctor’s point of view,
there yet were tests and readings still to take.
He’d learnt the ill effects of poor review
and on his friend would not make that mistake.
“Stick out your tongue! Now, turn your head and cough!
Say ‘ah’. Hold this thermometer in place,
and while you’re at it, take your trousers off -
we’d better check your prostate, just in case!"
But Sherlock dashes to the water closet
in dire urgency and grave chagrin
to make a loud and liquidy deposit.
“It’s diarrhea!” Doc yells with a grin.
“How did you know?”, shouts Holmes. “How in tarnation?”
“Why, Holmes, mere process of elimination!”
written 17 Jan 2020
Arson not ruled out as Emco chemicals are being tossed all over the north Chicago cab company on Sheridan road where the contents of the tailor shop was being stored remembering Tony Boloney Anton Goracia North Chicago cab driver the many days nights spent after the arson murder of 8 wow 1984 Christmas Eve history repeating itself march 1998 fire blazes to cover the tailor shop contents amazing how to get away with arson murder of 9 use emco chemicals petroleum camphor the blazer and there you have do you sew the fbi questions what do you know about arson murders payoffs bribes during elections choose your fire chief watch the fires ignite and keep your mouth shut for 40 years eyes wide shut pay corruption I wore wires pregnant for the Fbi this covered up arson murder of 9 persons today I am blessed I survived the car bomb meant to silence me while they try and rule out arson again
My Grand Father’s wisdom often suggested, “Can’t is not an option”
Unless comes with attempted movement
Try in the effort
Many people say they can’t, but it is really won’t
No one knows what they can do unless it is proven in truth
In my younger years, my responses were always can’t without ever
Trying
My Grand Father showed me the theory behind the task
When I tried what I thought was can’t became I could
It was expectations beyond my thinking
For example, if I wanted to ride the water rapids, and said I can’t and that would be won’t out of fear
I actually attempted to ride the water rapids in the Adirondacks in New York State
Can’t is only a scare to try
Chicken out principle if you will
Believing is trying and understanding making it superficial
Can’t is simply ruled out
Can’t being no option
Put try and effort to the test
Observe as you excel beyond your own belief
Can’t is won’t and effort is proven in the movement and mind
Can’t in words, Cancelled, Action, Navigate and Try
If you take out the two words, Action and Try
Look what you come up with “Effort”
Don’t make can’t a component but turn effort into an element
So Dog Gone Tired Today...
May 20th, 2021
Like a fly without his/her buzz
even popping a guarana (caffeine) does
not shake the feeling
like brain covered with fuzz
no matter how hard I try eyelids claps
shut nor how many hours of sleep elapse
offers nary reprieve folds
welded tightly shut
feel like they weigh
much as a ton mud covered flaps,
thus thought to summon
meager energy reserves perhaps
generating poetic lines
interrupted by taking constant naps
but no matter eyelids
weigh heavy as a ton steel traps
narcolepsy not ruled out since
tired body struggles as if gasping for air,
yet such fatigued state uncommon for me,
though bothersome to grin and bear
this bout of sleepiness, where this
white knight chess sleeps
trouble free aye declare
quality deep rapid eye
movement marked noticed
since medication taken
to treat debilitating anxiety e'er
concomitant panic attacks, where psyche
got rent asunder send
ding this atheist to hell
episodes pained me
forked flaming tongues flare
ling, immobilizing, paralyzing
and stinging entire body,
hence methinks primary cerebral gear
and cog glommed
like a drain clogged with hair
nonetheless, no alarmist worry,
nor "worst case scenarios" betray
my ordinarily mellow emotional state,
thus any task I must delay
thoughts unstoppably captivated
by snoozing upon
a bed of freshly mown hay,
and then hours later
diminishing fatigue in catchy rye
ming verse aye re: lay
relishing being awake,
the mine true valued self I kin portray
best to surrender whereby
unfettered invisible manacle doth yoke
mine body electric unresponsive, yet woke
to myriad stuff dreams get made
ashen faced flesh impossible mission
to energize (think cattle prod) futile stoke,
thus methinks eternal sleep only option,
whereby yours truly only request do not provoke
nor poke
the bear, but only I make exception for
Little Red Riding Hood,
cuz she ranks as innocent young female folk.