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Stand to the side
Opening the lens wider
Adjusting focus
Showtime, my dear
It's a drier world since the rain stopped falling
But man oh man, it's great to walk again
I've been treading water for so very long
And lord, it's great to not need to swim
It's a quieter world now that your voice is gone
And I'm loving the ambient sound that I've missed
I can hear the world singing and hear the wind blowing
I can listen all day without you getting pissed
And everything's looking so wonderful
Now that you have gone away
And the sun hasn't stopped shining
Since our love faded to gray
It was a cold world then
And it's a cold world now
But I'm singing in shorts
And my audience is reeling
God yes, once more, with feeling!
But it's not to say that it's all been perfect
Anxiety is still a major *****
And walking around all of our old haunts
Is still a muddy game that makes my heart twitch
And an empty bed is still something
That reminds me of the times we'd sweat
But I'd rather take a bullet before
I take another hit of you like a cigarette
I'm a lonely man
But hey, that's okay!
I'd rather be alone
Than live another day
With someone like you
Content to bring me down
And make me think
That there will be no healing
Aha, once more, with feeling!
You've dealt a savage blow
And I don't really know
If I'll ever give
Love another go
So until I learn
I'll be content to live
With my one final year
Here on campus, I'm no longer kneeling
So let's go, once more, with feeling!
It's the end of my purposeful day,
a prostate being in prayer
with much sincere accord,
and my gratitude is not hurried away;
it is persistent in its allegory
already conceded...
Days don't last, time does
and the thought of eternity causes a frightening rush,
not to comprehend its depth
too concise not to discern it,
making many so compulsive to act in ignorance;
time was created to confer, not to condemn a wish...
Making a comparison between days
and time is truly necessary,
because they aren't commensurate,
they only obey a command; and we humans
act in deceit and don't commiserate,
allowing vanity to exude inclemency...
Frivolous with a frowzy attitude,
we put on a frippery image
to separate need from want,
to notice the differences and deny fortitude;
and shouldn't harmony and fairness begin with grace,
or it is another informal demeanor we impart?
Days don't last, time does...
and can a mortal, like me, pretend to be God
and defy death with his ostentatious ego and live?
Every human must die and be buried with others!
Are you any superior or have a greater knowledge,
to be excluded from a fate that is indomitable and savage?
That time when Jesus walked among men
has long passed, only faint images remain;
and the curious crowds followed Him everywhere:
they heard a wisdom from the mouth of dare!
Herod was a savage: the king of Jerusalem;
too jealous he was of the humble Messiah
who taught miserable men the beautiful truth:
the holiest man that ever lived was Abraham!
Christ paved the smooth way of righteousness,
He embraced all leaving not a soul to wonder;
they listened and felt divine love in plain words...
the Pharasies gnashed their teeth showing fear!
Walking barefoot on spikey stones made Christ bleed accasionlly,
they weren't kind to the Savior who dragged the heavy cross;
the red blood dripping from His crown was mixed with tears....
He fell three tim, then Simon carried His cross to brutal Calvary!
Liberty, equality, fraternity,
beautiful chimeras carved into the republican marble,
yet behind the motto, the Black Code,
the papal bull,
and the slave-trading betrayal as backbone.
Slavery, colonization,
xenophobia, negrophobia,
these are the legacies they disguise as civilizations.
Human zoos, colonial trading posts, the colonial pact,
the savage plunder wrapped in a tricolor flag.
In banana republics, tyranny is always under contract,
Françafrique and its neo-colonial military bases
feed African dictators at the service of the West.
Africa, the third world, whose misery has been planned for millennia,
this is how they name the cradle of humanity.
Under their blades, raw materials
become a procession of genocides,
and neo-colonial poaching devours heritages.
Assimilation, integration, alienation,
these three chains forged by the schools of the empire of Enlightenment.
But human dignity refuses to be sold,
the integrity and identity of courageous souls will never prostitute themselves.
Humanity and Africanity,
these two flames proclaim aloud
that the womb of oppressed peoples
shall never be reduced to the dust of servitude and submission.
Oh Come, Oh Come Immanuel,
For we have recreated hell,
We’ve made our world a place of greed,
And church is time to argue creed,
We need you now Immanuel,
Not later, not soon, but now,
For we cannot decipher how, to live together in harmony,
Rise up in us Immanuel,
Rise up in me so I meet see,
The beauty of your progeny,
So I might long to serve all men,
And not neglect my female equals,
So I might love with all my self,
And embrace all your people,
Oh Come, O Come Immanuel,
For my heart is stone and is not flesh,
And I am enraged by this world’s mess,
I am not passing this your test,
To love the hive despising stress,
Oh Come, Oh Come Immanuel,
For Heaven is what I long for,
But not a heaven far away,
But rather heaven here today,
So we might say without a hesitation,
I love you brother, sister with Divine the inspiration,
Oh Come Oh come Immanuel,
And save us from this man made hell,
So we may tell our children true,
Of how you came to save us too,
We savage many, we savage few,
Renew us to serve with you anew,
So we might learn not to accuse,
Not to abuse,
But rather sing with heaven’s muse,
Oh Come, Oh Come Immanuel,
I choose you, and they do too,
Whether we know it or not,
We like Lot shall not look back,
When you save us from this weary lack,
Of love and intercession,
Oh God redeem us in your passion,
Let us humble ourselves and turn from wicked ways,
That you may redeem this dawning day,
Of Renaissance.
Sassy sobriquets schooled sissy spindleshanks...
studious sexagenarian skinny scruffy scribe
My utmost humblest apology
for inducing the following
cerebral calisthenics upon your cranium,
but the cost of friendship
with yours truly
(me – a foo fighting,
eagle eyed, beatle browed, beastie boy
christened Matthew Scott Harris)
doth newt come
like some hootie and the blowfish
super tramping
cheap trick linkedin to
wings at the reo speed wagon
spinning zz top soundcloud.
Scathing, scolding, screaming,
scorning, searing, sing,
sociopathic sarin soaked skewed
squirt, sputtering, squawking, sleepily
staggering, stabbing, swaggering
sweltering sadistic, sarcastic,
savage, systemically systematically
stigmatized, supersized saber sharp
schick shaving, shunned, sabotaged,
scarred, scorched, smote, sanguine,
stippled, speckled schizophrenic
sensibility, spurring, seething,
somewhat stultified, sophisticated,
spellbound spirited scabrous
schlemiel schlemazel, stenciled,
sundered sniveling sanguine storied
snakebitten sojourning smartass,
skeptical shoddy sophomoric
screwball, subtly sagacious,
stunted, sclerotic, scrappily
shuffling short, Shylock
styled sideburns Semite,
sainted Shasta sipping
shriveled sad sack,
sullenly syncopated, synthesized,
slobbering sybaritic, scruffy
sheepish sketchy scalawag,
Socratically scrutinizing, seizure
stricken, stoically sneezing,
shamed Skidrow skeezer, shifty,
sweaty, sham shaman,
supremely spidery, schmaltzy,
sylan seeking subsidized succor,
self shuttered, sequestered,
sidelined, shiftless, shabby,
semantically snazzy, soldiering,
shrieking, skulking, somber,
stooping, Segway scootering,
schmart spendthrift, Swahili
speaking, straitlaced, streamlined,
spongebobbing, sandal shod
sealegs, squarepants sporting
spectacles, sedate, sensate,
sentient, ship shaped,
shanghaied, salubrious,
slithering, snakish, stuttering,
sluggish, smashface scarred,
sober, solitary, sangfroid
skidamarink singing, Shamokin
speaking scrivener, scuzzy,
spunky, starved, submissively
suicidal, sunburned,
salaried shuffling senescent
snoutish soundcloud shutterflying
snapchatting schnorrer.
A wounded sigh, an expression evincing the pain of hurt,
A bawl in solitude, turbulence of inner emptiness stirs,
When emotions clamor, simmering in angst of regrets,
When mute demeanor, of injured breath, wistfully frets.
Soul desperately aches for a special someone to talk to,
Someone who understands the language of quietude,
Someone who can soothe the trauma, of life gone askew,
Someone who brings to fore, hope of tomorrow anew.
Laments of past echo, moaning upon meadows of life,
Reverberating in heartbreak of grief, bereft of promise,
To rehabilitate devastation of savage emotional storms,
As covenants, deemed eternal, hesitate in broken vows.
Wounded hearts now trace moments of love, sadly lost,
When loneliness dwells in nightmares of past forlorn,
When the abandoned pledges of forever, callously mock,
As muffled wail recalls, life of joy and love, that once was.
Sorrows now seek solace, yearning compassionate voice
To soothe tides of heartbreak, agitating lonesome mind,
As hopes of morrow rekindle in womb of promising night,
When smile-endearing, subjugates cry of wounded sigh.
She rocks her miracle baby
And sings a soothing song
Today, rest in peace
Because tomorrow, comes alarm
...and we're gonna rock around the clock
His little boy is his heart
He holds his hand with swelling pride
But by ten, daddy's unforgiving anger
Applies the razor strap to hide
....tomorrow, tomorrow, the sun will come out, tomorrow
They build temporary shelters
For false gods of glory
Increasing in riches and fame
Weaving a tantalizing story
....the Love Boat soon will be making another run
Out in the land of the free
Where children dream of motorized play
The rich attend immortalized theme parks
Caring not that savage beasts will pay
...let's talk about sex, baby, let's talk about sex
Lazy gardeners look at their purchased land
With disgust and rebellion at the mess
Shaking the fist at the CREATOR
Saying, "I will never clean up and confess"
....amazing grace, how sweet the sound
....hush little baby, don't say a word
......daddy's gonna buy you a mocking bird
Written by Trudy Schrader on 01-17-2023
language can be comprehended when u hear it
Words of the consciousness a flash of the human spirit
Visions in the mind that can be caught
A water shed manajerie of thought
Language is the eco system of spiritual possibilities
An epox of gymnastic mental abilities
An old growth forest of the mind
An undergrowth hidden by the canopy of time
The belief is rooted in our own precision
when language is spoken it makes an incision
Some languages can be seen or spoken
Some languages are hidden from the open
Like the language of the spirit hidden beneath the flesh
Tangled thoughts and memories caught in a wired mesh
Language is energy condensed to a slow vibration
It evades comprehension in todays generations
If language is the product of physical action potentials ocurring in the brain
The surely language is essential for putting thoughts in a frame
When the world seems out of pocket and complicated to understand
It is language that seems to stop it and lend a helping hand
Language can soothe the soul and calm the savage beast
It can also be used to control to say the very least
Language is the bridge that connects mind to reality
Language expresses visions that helps to set us free
Without language thoughts are nothing more than a continous wheel of thread
Without expressing languag we might as well be dead
Old Number 9 was heading down the line,
All clickety clack on the railroad track.
It was making time, looking so sublime,
Wore a coat of black on its iron back.
Going round the bend, moving at top end,
The Engineer's eyes spied a big surprise.
And that one detail was a missing rail,
With a lack of ties, was the train's demise.
Now hitting the brake was a big mistake,
It was way too late for the engine's fate.
Flipping on its side, took a gravel ride,
Like a metal plate on an icy grate.
With a hundred cars under twinkling stars,
Showered through the sky, how the sparks would fly.
Followed in its path of colliding wrath,
After savage cry, the caboose would die.
Every broken wheel and this mass of steel,
Was now laid in check on the earthen deck.
With the cargo's pride that was once inside,
Scattered all to Heck, just another wreck.