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The voices sounds familiar, the pain,
the tears, the loss and gain thru the years.
The success is near my tears are real the
voices silence as my worse fear is revealed.....
This voice repeats itself everyday i live, rape.
....rape...rape was your fault stop shedding
your tears.... come join me my child for I
have seen the light the darkness has shed
its darkest Knight.
the tears mask the pain deep in my soul
I close my eyes as he rapes my soul my
innocence is gone my dignity has left
I have nothing left he made me feel like
I was nothing less.
then a mirror image of what I could have
been but truly I am abandon at the end.
The medicine stops the voices of the pain
forever the drinking helps, it helps me realize
that I am sane.
My innocence was taken the ones I love spoke
some words that he shouldn't of...
his voice someone I hear every day telling me
was my fault that I got raped.
I dropped to my knees my soul left me
for the one I love has betrayed me.
I begged him please I'm begging
please as I fell to my knees he put
his hands upon my neck and choke
until there was nothing left.
Instead of running away I stayed as I
stayed my soul stayed away for I
was afraid I've been raped.
And now I can't live another day
without hearing his voice saying
I deserved to be raped.
In the mind of men,
for his achievements
he want to be able to congratulate himself
for having gone through the hard work, discipline,
motivation, just for it to dawn on him
it's rewarded with realization.
Man is a chaotic mess of sensitivity,
running away from the chaotic mess.
Realization is, he never can.
What does it mean that you can't do anything about it.
The wind sings it loud and clear,
Nobody hears.
The wind say, the reason you can't
do anything about it,
sweetie, you don't exist.
Images are just images
reflecting on the moment.
It's all an abstraction,
flying away with the wind.
It was all a dream!
And I quote "You're so well spoken; I loved your story" end quote
I hear that once about every other week at the current rate
But what I really wanted to say in response was: oh, you mean for a black person?
Or do you imply that my particular vernacular, and painted linguistics shocked your ears
Because your prefrontal cortex judged my baggy clothes, durag, and tattoos would talk like every tv show that needs a black thug…I’m sorry I meant to say African American
It's 2024 and for some reason any person of color still needs permission to better themselves
Last time I checked wanting more was normal not privilege
But I guess your watch has arms that hang opinions not people so it's ok because it's not the same
So just because the shadow is smaller it isn't as dark
That was some of my flooding thoughts that was closed by the dam of a simple: thank you
But what I really wanted to say came in the form of a question
What did you like about what I said,
Awkward pauses rush in and flood silence because it never gets a chance to speak
Awkward pauses that communicate they really just wanted to pay their dues in the form of a backhanded small talk compliment
Awkward pauses I'm way to familiar with so I recline in the anxiety yelling in the microphone
They desperately reach for words running away
Trying to pick up their dignity with a well what I meant to say,
I reply with that's ok and walk into another Thursday
Life goes on and unforgiveness repeats so forgive me if I choose to look out for myself and simply skip the small talk
I have big dreams and I’m trying to be in the atmosphere of those matching that impossible energy
p.s. pay attention with your heart not your ears please…
You run in while others run out
You take the hit for the rest of us
Sacrificing your everything
Putting your flesh on the line of duty every day
You take on the trouble the rest of us avoid
You run toward while we are running away
Sacrificing your family and your life
Putting yourself on the line of duty without thought of it.
You are my heroes
You are the ones who keep me feeling safe and confident
That the world is full of the goodness of the selfless.
Thank you policemen, firemen, doctors and nurses.
I admire you greatly.
I am intrigued and awed by you.
Thank you every single moment of every day.
You are all in my prayers.
I stand on the premise of time wondering if this day will be mine, the rock is fastened into the ground and the bad weather is driven from the town and courage is onward bound. I stand on the premises of time and gazed beyond the horizon and penetrate the distance that I am coming from and the long empty days that trapped me on the island. The mountains stand up like man in the sea and the heavens rest on the clouds beneath it glorifying thee, the energy is strong and the distance is long and, I will never go back there to help you sing that song. When the sky breaks loose I will start wearing a different pair of shoe. I stand on the premises of time, running away from the love that is not mine, everybody that came back from there, each has a story to share, the native on the island are not aware of it, and they have not noticed that the devil has escaped from the bottomless pit, roaming the island for five long years, trapping the innocent and the guilty underneath its wings but mercy was just on time to get some people out of the bind. It is not quite over yet some people are still caught up into the fisher man’s net , the days are running away from me but hope has come to set me free. I stand on the premise of time looking at the mountain across sea and the everything that I wanted is coming to me, and I made a narrow escape to break out of the gate and cross over before it was too late. Everything is imported to me and the army has removed the entire booby trap, the land mine and all the diabolic dangers that were set to destroy me. The frozen hill is slowly drifting on the sands and the ice on the mountain is slowly melting into the ground and the multitude is staring from a distance. It was just the other day they were there and today they are celebrating the love over here. Our eyes have behold it, our mind have absorb it and destiny has taken us out of it; and so we have escaped the precipice. I am standing on the premise of time, the sun the moon and the stars are divine and I have finally got what is mine but I will not go back there. I will celebrate love with you where everyone can see, I will not go back.
When I think about those mountains
I see you
hiking with passion
Holding my hand
Ready to fall in my arms when you stumble
I see us alone in the world
Touching the clouds together
Holding each other
Trusting each other
The wind blowing by
Making me feel your heart beat
As our minds sink
For each other
Though the thought of letting you go
Sinks in
At the center of this aromatic feeling
I feel like running away
Because I am cut deep by another man’s angel
But I can't control the feeling within
That wants me to hold on still
So I reach out and K………
This is because
I have no clue
On how I should let you go
What is it that you do?
That's making me love you so…
Maybe loving you is a mistake
Maybe it’s not
Maybe I can just dream for a while…
So I decide to carry you on my back
Down the mountains
Just after the sunset
Then I start to wonder
Whether you feel the same
Whether you think of me
Whether you silently call my name
Whether you see what I see
Then I look at your smile
That smile turns on my world
I hold you to myself and slope down In silence
With many question at this heart of mine
Does she care?
Does she even know?
Will she always be there?
Will she let me go?
Can she love me back?
If tell her my past story
Would she take all the pain away?
If for any reason she never loves me
Would I still want her to stay?
But I remember
you glow like the light of the harvest moon
soft golden rays to fill my starry heart
My love for you is way too strong
For me to simply forget
Especially with this memorable walk on the mountain
Your love is the one thing I shan't regret.
Form:
Just wanted to say a very big thank you to all you amazing poets who took the time to comment
on my last post ‘Sunny Horizons’
I would have loved to thank each and every one of you individually, but as I said before –
‘Time waits for no Man ‘and has a way of running away from me…literally.
To my constant support from the time I joined and still… Demetrios and Silent One - I have learned so much from you
two amazing poets, spiritually and poetically. Thank you for all the help over my poetic journey.
To my dear friend Victor Buhagiar, keep writing, never ever stop. Who can forget your stories, especially your poems
with the twist - I adored them.
Paul Callus, you also have helped me so much along the way, especially with your attention to detail and your
encouragement - thank you my dear friend.
To my Love and Light brother Winged Warrior, you are truly amazing.
I don’t think anyone can write internal rhyme like you do. Keep spreading your light.
To my amazing poetic sisters Cecilia Crasto, Susan Ashley, Connie Wong, Carole Duet and Besma - You ladies made my
day with your comments, they are worth framing, believe me.
Robert Linley, Vijay, Tom, Arturo, Faraz, Craig Cornish, and July Morning, Martin Williams and Charlie Messina...
I will always treasure your comments.
Judy Stickles and Akkina, a big thank you to you two lovely ladies.
Thanks for being in my life
Sunshine Smile, Darren White, Teppo, Chris Green and Word Hobo, the very first poets who welcomed me
into the Soup and made me feel so welcome…Thank you.
To Heidi Sands, Brandy, Eve, Sunlite, Warren Doll, John Gondolf, Joseph May, Mike Gentle, Michael Wise, Raw Thinker
and to the poets who have come and gone and had supported me…
Thank you all too.
You are all truly amazing poets, forever let your golden ink flow.
Lastly let me leave you with these parting words …
Keep your passion for poetry always for as W.H.Auden once said
A poet is, before anything else, a person who is passionately in love with language. ? W.H. Auden
Your lover's locked up in jail
and you fear taking him back.
For he left you hurt and scared,
by his violent attack.
You think of running away,
perhaps before his release.
But feeling hurt and unsure,
your anxieties increase.
Your friends say he might kill you,
and you believe what they say.
For he often acts deranged;
and may take your life one day.
Cinderella checks the clock,
wanting to stay a princess.
And you try to hide your hurt,
thinking only of success.
Your family counsels you,
encouraging you to flee.
And yet, you still hesitate,
clinging to hope, they can't see.
You can't just abandon him,
or you will never feel free.
For deep down, you're still in love,
and your heart won't let you be.
(Quatrain)
3/22/2017
We play in the streets shaded of grey
We sing and dance but in the saddest of ways
Duplessis turned us into little clowns
In boarding houses of very strange towns
Our mothers cried, we heard them we did
Crying from the skies
We became the faceless infants
We became many shades of grey illusions
We looked up towards tall figures
Priests and Doctors of the state of hell
Who declared we had no idea
Of our own state or our own fate
So we played in the alley of the dead
Infants as clowns in institutes to drown
Our pains well hidden behind our masks
Little clowns running away in the fields
A comedy of pain upon our naked souls
You big ones played
You had your roles
Now we dance in the alley of dead infants
You killed us at birth
You sold tickets to the show
Of dead clowns who dance
To the federal benefactors afar
Our demise was your pleasure
The dead end road to our destiny
Little clowns who dance to your whims
Children with stolen mothers
Our pain is your circus
Little figurines dancing on our heads
Experiments you say
We must decry, we are not happy clowns
Kill Kill Kill us all
Makes us fall into happy listless sleep
We must suffer death yet a second time
So be it! We live in eternal pain
In the alley of the dead infant clowns
Notes: I was listening to this video, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7x1n-0MmLNg
It was the video itself and not the words that reminded me of an event here, I will post the info,
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Duplessis_Orphans
This is a very dark moment in history, and a sad moment, and that video inspired me to re-tell the story!
How much more can we stand
To witness the killing of "Another Black Man?"
Walking with a friend, these two meet
Words were spoken, get the “F” out the street
Getting out of his car, taking this shh… a lil too far
Pulling out his gun, Mike Brown on the run
Hands up, don’t shoot, Black Lives Matter
Shot down to the ground, see the blood splatter
Black Man on the ground lifeless and dead
“No Indictment,” was the verdict they said
Over and over, again and again
Got this on video, but we know how it end
“Leave me alone, stop harassing me”
I’m minding my own business, can’t you see
All of a sudden, Eric Garner was choked
“I can’t breathe,” the last words he spoke
No justice, no peace, another brother deceased
Black Man on the ground lifeless and dead
“No Indictment,” was the verdict they said
And now to the world, you gotta go tell
Unarmed Black Man killed in the stairwell
Can you believe, it wasn’t even dark?
12 year old killed, shot dead in a park
Kid was riddled with bullets all in him
No questions asked, he was dead in a minute
Here we are in 2020, truly what the heck
Another Black Man can’t breathe
Dead from a knee pressed in his neck
What’s really going on? Another son not making it home
Another kid without his dad
The country’s tired, fed up and mad
Saggy pants, dreads and even some tats
Make us suspicious and plus we’re black
None of that defines just who we are
This shh… being taken wayyy too far
No matter what’s the name, Eric Garner, Mike Brown
Any kind of Black Man is a target ‘round town
Stop killing our brothers, our husbands, our sons
Please, Please, Please… Stop shooting your guns
They say, “It’s NOT about race”
Well if it’s NOT about race, then it must be about fear
Yet who are we that they fear when they see
The color of a man, black, brown, caramel or tan?
And if it is about fear, then it must be “The Fear of a Black Man”
Because truth be told, it’s NOT the same results
How many times do you hear of a shooting of a “white man”
Just because you “thought” he had a gun?
Or the unarmed white man shot 10 times in the back just because he was running away?
It’s not justice, it’s not fair
It’s not the same everywhere
Where did this fear come from?
Where did it begin?
Is it the power of the color of the skin?