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Sentimentos
As emoções,
na vida ou nos negócios
nunca viajem em linha reta.
Nossos sentimentos
As emoções
escorrem por rachaduras e fendas,
buscando os bolsões de carência e negligência,
geralmente
escondidas da vista do público.
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This pain is like a saber toothed tiger,
it ravishes, unrelenting, through bone.
These aches, spasms, intermittent rigor,
beckon my heart to but retreat, alone.
This tire, that does not replenish with rest,
but rather spits and mocks me to my core.
This pain, a parasite, unwanted guest,
consumed, l lie wrapped fetal on the floor.
Despite this illness, that naught can resolve,
I know, in my heart, God shall hear my plea.
The time shall come, when all my ills dissolve,
and my soul and spirit shall jump with glee.
So Father God, my most gracious, kind friend,
be with me now, through this, until the end.
03.02.2024
Ominous rumblings sounding like muted kettledrums
Herald the imminent arrival of the next summer thunderstorm.
Low, dark clouds grumble peevishly on the distant horizon,
Split intermittently by flashes of heat lightning*,
Devoid of sound or fury,
Behaving rather more like small tantrums or dry subtle wit.
No ripping, or cracking, or showing off in any vulgar way
By slicing viciously through the fragile fabric of time
Like that other more vociferously dramatic kind,
But shimmering quietly as if Nature,
Or some lower echelon deity, or demon, is taking snapshots,
Perhaps later to be used as evidence against us at the final accounting,
Or maybe just teasing us with fragmented glimpses of eternity
Through jagged saber slashes of silvery energizing light.
*Heat lightning is the name used for the faint flashes of lightning on the horizon or other clouds from distant thunderstorms that do not have accompanying sounds of thunder. This happens because the lightning occurs very far away and the sound dissipates before it reaches the observer. The term is a little misleading because it has nothing to do with the heat of the lightning itself. At night, it is possible to see the flashes of lightning from very far distances, up to 100 miles, but the sound doesn't carry that far. Heat lightning can be an early warning sign that thunderstorms are approaching.
Yo,
When I was younger, stronger, faster, phatter!
I saw Bayard Rustin, ascending and descending on bell hooks’ reveries,
And I screamed, from artistic insights,
Of plights and rights, citing Mumia Abu the Baptist,
“MOVING” SOULS to awakening, writing like Melchidezek in a Birmingham Jail,
Christ in Communist imagery,
Mohammed quoting Amos and speaking Barack into the “real”,
The World unknown to slaves of Matrix Madness,
Sad yet Strident,
Che and Jesus, encased in Chrystal prisms,
Of John the Baptist’s prison,
Different shades of the same spirit,
Freeing seekers from Oppressed Pedagogy,
But the sounds of naked children,
Screaming from the shattered images of Native Prophets denied their right to subdue the earth,
Enraptured my brain, and the thousands slain by South African Nazis,
Brought me to the brink of new beginnings,
Wherein, I war from the inside out,
Watching the sunrise of lies exposed, and young prophets forging emergent imagery,
“Christian”, teaching on the front lines of minds that can breathe anew,
“Dr. T”, slayin’ nightmares of myopic minions clouding the light of the almighty,
“Eli”, the young Jedi, facin’ Dark Forces with a saber tooth intellect,
“Melissa”, demandin’ respect for the forgotten and makin’ miracles for the downtrodden,
“Hugo”, the only begotten of Chi-town expression, taggin spiritual secrets on the backs of
abandoned day dreams,
“Viv”, teachin’ lessons of stress silenced by the strident freedom of angels bustin’ forth
from cocoons of plastic consciousness,
“Leber”, the dreama, of new market creation, in the image of acts, where none know lack,
And the facts, smack, cracks, in the faces of fat cats who feed on the blindness of hatred,
These are the prophets of my generation,
And as I weave my seeds of transformation, from a tower of sanctuary,
I look to them on the streets, reaping the harvest renaissance,
And know joy!
Your Romeo is bleeding.
Yet you choose not to see his blood;
nor feel the pain throbbing through his heart.
You brandish love like a saber,
slashing through his dreams;
while gutting his hopes.
Oblivious to their cutting-edge,
your words wounded his injured pride.
and this Romeo bleeds, silently;
invisible in the shadow of your disdain.
You steal his very breath away,
and yet, to you, he doesn't exist:
he's no more than a moth, attracted to your light.
The love bug metamorphoses into a sweet smile
fluttering at the fringes of his happiness;
until you swat it down, and it dies as a frown.
Unbeknownst to you,
Romeo's cries of despair
get reduced to mere background noise:
and you walk past him,
like he wasn't even there.
Striking, revered portraits line the massive, hallowed halls
Reflecting the faces of the Founders; those who have given all.
These Heroes focused on peace and were positively sure.
They knew exactly whom they were protecting and fighting for.
Each was willing to sacrifice treasure, and surrender their very life
To rise above the mundane, to embrace turbulent political strife,
To challenge decades of others to strive to be their very best,
To stand proudly and patriotically head and shoulders above the rest.
Through the centuries they sent a clarion call, heard by many more
But only those Patriots answered who were determined and really sure
Their Republic mattered most above everything else.
They fought to make a better nation from shore to shining shore.
Today, the chosen Patriots are still standing tall,
Answering the challenge to fight for us all,
And leaving behind the only life they ever knew
For the White House’s hallowed halls and its sacred view.
Our President leads with a strong and principled hand.
His team is willing to sacrifice their life in service of our land.
A tall, striking Marine with unbounded faith,
JD cannot be moved from his Truth and God’s Grace.
Pete’s passion and courage does not, nor will ever waiver.
He commands respect. His soldier’s mind is sharp as a saber.
Beauty and Power grace the long, hallowed halls
As Malania glides through. Her wisdom outshines them all.
Marco’s steady and commanding unwavering gaze
Cannot be matched or challenged or ever turned away.
Caroline’s message is hopeful and unmistakably clear,
Amazing in delivery despite her youthful years.
These, and so many others are now standing by
To serve when our beloved President calls.
And, they also serve who stand and wait
Patiently in the White House’s hallowed Halls.
I looked in America’s mirror tonight
What I saw was only left or right
Reflecting a nation irreparably divided
With no desire to again be united
I longed for a touch, just a touch, of awareness
An admission that ‘I might once have been wrong’
What I witnessed was unbridled aggression
From each side, a fiercely combative song
I searched for a hint of humility
A confession: ‘Maybe I don’t have all the solutions’
What I beheld was feisty defiance
Candidates lip-syncing dubious science
I hungered for clear answers to questions
A yes that’s a yes, a no that’s a no
What I heard was ‘MY agenda is what to invest in’
Implied was ‘To hell’s where YOUR question can go…’
I looked in America’s mirror tonight
silently praying for some kind of light
What looked back was darkling belligerence
accompanied by saber-rattling dissonance
That day is etched in the back of my mind still
I was five yet I can still hear the screams and cries piercing in the clearing
My uncle Hodge was in the saddle on Babydoll
His best friend Wade was on a stud dealing with those problems
My uncle said " Timbo look theres Indians" then they both took off at a gallop
I look and at first I did'nt see nothing
I knew they was playing so I thought lets see if this pony can catch em
But wait now I can hear them
I look and I see women Indian and children running into the clearing
I was'nt scared they looked like innocent women and children
I figured I would see what they wanted
Then I heard the hooves beating into the earth
Then I knew their situation
I waited to see if I was mistaken
Then I seen a Soldier on horseback with a saber
cutting down a young warrior
I heard the cries of his mother
as she ran to her son who was slaughtered
I hallored at her
I told her not too
He waited till she got closer
He smiled his eyes lit up and he struck her
I was like if I had a gun I would help ya'll
But Im not a sheep to be slaughtered
I still go there, I have found arrowheads and pottery
I was baptized in the creek beyond the clearing
There I have made money
On Christmas I went to p[ay my respects
To that young brave warrior
I found a dead fox then
The cactus are black and dying
It is sacred ground
It is where I will face them
Form:
Itinerant mercenary shrouded with penitent robe
Shining beacon for terrorists around the globe
Hermetic curmudgeon; gun-toting xenophobe
Zealous provacateur who for ardent jihadists did probe
Material wealth a means; establishing a caliphate the end
Seeking Arab-royalty's, sovereign-sheikdoms to rend
Scourge of terror to blight all that western values defend
Sharia law to govern Middle East; Allah's dividend
Great Satan's engine to throttle
Region's fealty to bottle
Suicide pilots struck the monuments we coddle
Gratuitious shards and blood stains did the landscape mottle
President Bush promised swift revenge
Ordered Taliban to stop Osama's bloody binge
Mullah Omar reneged; Bushes' saber rattling had a malodorous tinge
U.S forces did the Taliban's quarters singe
Alquaida's overseas operations are diminished
But Alquaida's mission not finished
Alquaida cells in Iraq, Afghanistan bravely battle, mettle distinguished
Nevertheless, the infidel forces not extinguished
Gitmo detainees probed for information
Trite torture brought about stunning reformation
Stressed warrior's fealty to leader declined in isolated station
Under duration, divulged details about Bin Laden's method of operation
Osama's couriers cover blown
Seeds for fruitful harvest are sown
Courier's redoubt canvassed with satellite, drone
Intelligence on compound, residents CIA did hone
Calculated risk; Navy Seals in choppers did alight
Flying quietly with fiery portents into the calm night
Hoping the briny tentacles of terror to blight
Cresting over the shadowy compound; objective in sight
Down the dangling ladders vigilant Seals did repel
Into the throes of darkness descending into the mouth of hell
Perimeter defense, early warning signals were of no avail
Osama's stunned tenants could only stand fast or bail
Each obstacle, human shield the Seals did meticulously fell
Carefully following the trail to the Holy Grail
Entering Osama's room, rending the sacral veil
The caged warrior with precision did shell
Osama's dead body packed in a unmarked crate
Transported vicariously to lab, identity to equate
Identity confirmed; vigilant menace had met his fate
Un-consecrated remains tossed into sea; watery tomb his final estate
Hero
I know who you are
Your secret is busted
My spider sense tingles
It can always be trusted
The bad guys are nervous
They can't see through your glasses
All evil's on hold
While you're kicking their asses
And though your invincible status is real
The people who know
See the pain that you feel
For the toughened exterior shell you may show
Hides a weakness,
A softness,
That no-one can know
But slow down there Tonto
Put the Bat-cave on hold..
Can I download a theory?
If I can be so bold..
Let's re-wind the story
To that time at the start
With the hero-gene planted
Somewhere.. deep in your heart(s)
Some words may be kryptonite
And the world makes you frown.
Strength is far beyond physical
They just can't take you down
For buried way deep inside you
A flickering light
If you throw down the saber
Find it quietly you might..
For the wonder of being a woman
It seems
Or a man with a cape
Or a child filled with dreams
Is that promise of Peace
And that Hope of renew
For the phone rings;
A message..
That hero is you.
Jinjagoliath
24th December 2020