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Ever have that “ahem?” moment. nothing seems to go right;
though friends and family see your life tight,
they don’t know your struggles, your sleepless night,
the homicidal and suicidal demons you fight.
From the outside all looks clear,
you truly hold family and friends dear;
your securities and stability engulfed in fear;
it’s just sometimes to much to bear.
You look to the heavens for guidance
but in your mind so far the distance;
you continue to fight your demons with resistance;
in the end you pray the struggles will make a difference.
“I’m only human why must it be so hard” you say,
a daily question to your God you pray;
silently screaming as on your face you lay
those sleepless nights awaiting the dawn of day.
Inside so emotional but outside chilly most,
the you everyone sees truly a ghost;
looking beyond self and this world to the Ivory Coast;
to maintain the facade of your sanity at most.
The world has changed not for the better,
this has all been preordained down to the letter;
the coldness can’t be bored with but a sweater;
Questioning “why can’t they see” your tears stream wetter.
I’ve been an old soul all my life,
I overstand your struggles, your strife;
the heart screams the cuts run deeper than any knife,
there has got to be more than this to live this life.
Form:
Tied memories and nostalgia in pictures,
the scent and its past influence scriptures.
Roasted potatoes and chicken at home,
fresh cut grass tossed and roam.
Channel no 5 and my english teacher,
many erotic dreams to reach her.
The paint in the hallway of my first apartment,
the smell of sex and its excitement.
Doors of scented memories as instant reward,
lavender fields and its getaway in accord.
Pleasant surprises gingerly on your neck,
still holding at times your hand on this trek.
Mysteries by odor in tangible and inexplicable at once,
billions of molecules by random chance.
The world from the nose of individuality,
everybody’s attraction to the point of sincerity.
Constantly recorded memories emerged,
loved ones imparted scent diverged.
Template for resonance and reasons,
captured still after many seasons.
Scents repel and attract, pushing or pulling,
pheromones the language of animals willing.
Territories to ward the rivals in love,
smells that conjure by memory touch.
Securities in the pillow tainted longing,
breath deeply that certain belonging.
Inhaling wistful nostalgia as identity,
love notes by diverse natures serenity.
Pandemonium and lawless chaos sovereign-ties
Authority they've placed on themselves
Narrow -minded thinking they have supreme power
Doltish rampant among docile people devoted to
Enlightenment in their lives, but enthralled by empty
Malignant influence words being exerted on society
Optimistic about their oncoming future
Nations can only be divided
In continual and dynamic oppositions.
United, people of the world yearn for securities of structured social order . We
Must make ourselves strong
8/5/2016
There's some urge in me that makes me want to dance. Dance the dizzying spin
of childhood again until I fall still, mimicking the lifeless on the grass and laugh
with the scent of dirt and air and life. No fear
of the unclean. Or the co-mingling scent of alcohol-laden
sweat or the lingering eyes of intoxicated men.
No music but the wind. This simple want is simple enough
to mend. So the un-doing must be my vice. But it's unwanted
and I'm thinking twice. What the heart wants is wild. Primal.
Behavior is not a spontaneous thing,
but a learned reaction. Like the fear of being seen
for too far gone and past the customary
stretch. I've been afraid. But nobody wins
without starting the race for the long-haul
even if it turns out to be a short spin. Nobody knows
and that's the thing
and the irony about what we know. If you want to taste the fruit
you might have to risk falling from the tree. It's the anecdote
of craving for the wild. And we all do.
So there's that cliche "passion for adventure".
I want to feed it what it craves and watch it spring up forbidden fruit
undeterred. Uncontrollable. Bloom into a raging obsession
that's dangerous. But it's a dangerous game,
and it's all about the novelty of a thing. That's how I know the game
is still wild. Right alongside our securities and self-inflicted
responsibilities that take front seat to the natural methods
we make to survive.
And there's suburban housewives,
and seven o'clock dinners
in the bigger houses for the biggest winners.
But we're never really cultured because culture's a lie.
We're just reprimanded too many times and the sameness
is weeded out through the television lines telling us stories
about the difference that coordinates the violence.
But people have to have their vices.
A way to let out the wild hoping for ways that appear tame,
if we give them a proper name just like our actions in the dark.
Or the things we want to do when nobody's watching,
and so we learn pretend games instead
until the feeling is dead.
Or expressed or repressed. And sometimes we joke about
the urges.
But it only gives the wild a different name.
Amidst trees cover; shelters shadow, lace
Ferns, and flora. A citadel's embrace
Once coppice now cracks, and cushion soft moss.
Liana crawls upon the stone, exhausts
Castle walls for access to the filter
Of sunlight, sweet fragrant magic philter.
Noiseless dark and deep, disquiet rhythmic
Mistral wind, alongside natures lactic,
Lying in ill warrant still slumbering.
Its own age quill rule; restless wandering
In its grandeur, brandish securities.
Ought they, beget these magical beauties,
Crows radiant mid-night impudent thieves,
Where breezing trees heard the whispers of leaves.
4/17/2020
Poetry Contest: Poetic Lines From A Poetry Soup Poet - Vijay Pandit
Breezing trees heard the whispers of leaves - From the poem, The last goodbye
Sponsored by: Silent One
The tree of senses keeps me close to my conscience,
liberating the bondage of believes in existence.
In certainty of identification to belong in effect,
by family as race and nationality towards self-image detect.
The individual perspective by self awareness in social situation,
maintains for the observers affirmation towards recognition.
The body language in color of skin in particular,
revealing the indigenous humanity curricular.
The status quo of race and native are the history,
righteous beliefs trapped by inherited mystery.
Take your courage to eternal universal action,
creating the self of truth to the freedom of beliefs as attraction.
Then every belief creates the relevants of attachments of some not belief,
only the divine order by faith is the relieve.
National identification as living force by being a patriot,
false securities claiming political manipulation as idiot.
Humanity as spirit knowledge on earthly quest,
the truth in purpose has its color and social status as test.
I see my nation, they weep
My leader rejoice now and then
Ancient issues as always be
Ignorance and joy
When actual life weep
The fights and struggles end to this not
Mind was read but sorrow was found
We cry and lament but hope a lot
How could renewed hope be real?
Just an agenda that never been real
My refined neighbor
In mouth we surpassed thee
In name our superiority shout
Real life I wish for no potholes that kill cars
For opportunities and securities
But our failure, still failing
Still winning in illusion
Who of what generation would be
Savior with no vague views
Truth be told and here still stand
Potential I heard we still leads
The unit corrupt highly fatal
Death and hatred wish to other
But all linger down from the led
How sadly speaking minds are now?
Just let sit and cry a bit
Money does not bring true happiness,
This does not exist. Money releases and smoothes
The daily burdens and responsibilities;
It is a relief that diminishes the worries.
Being healthy is the ultimate state of happiness;
Being wealthy is the hollow state of happiness.
The concerns of securities show-up on the screen,
Attack the consciousness, and destroy the spleen.
The fear of death makes it impossible to enjoy life fully.
Money is a well made-up chameleon, a toxic honey.
Money vanishes deceitfully and consistently like hot air balloon.
Money is full of surprises; it is indeed a well disguised buffoon.
Relax, do not live beyond the means; be simple and natural.
Be relevant, normal, more spiritual and less emotional.
Hebert Logerie
October 2013
May 22 Heart for God Bible Meditations Based on Ezra 4-7
Key Verse – Ezra 4:3 But Zerubbabel, and Jeshua, and the rest of the chief of the fathers of Israel, said unto them, Ye have nothing to do with us to build an house unto our God; but we ourselves together will build unto the LORD God of Israel, as king Cyrus the king of Persia hath commanded us.
HEART THAT BUILDS LIVES UNTO GOD
Our heart builds lives unto God against sins
With His holiness that divinely wins
While we repent from our wickedness midst worldliness dins
And seek His forgiveness from His mercy-bins.
Our heart builds lives unto God against transgressions
With His grace that girds against abominations
While we acknowledge our negative reactions
And cling to His pardon along His instructions.
Our heart builds lives unto God against selfishness
With His goodness that corrects self-exalting humbleness
While we forsake our self-righteousness
And hide in His love that rebukes enviousness.
Our heart builds lives unto God against arrogance
With His meekness that subdues pride’s endurance
While we surrender our vain craving for earthly extravagance
And abide in His satisfaction of heavenly assurance.
Our heart builds lives unto God against iniquities
With His discipline that straightens us against crookedness
While we submit our doubts and uncertainties
And trust His promises of perfection-securities.
Our heart builds lives unto God against disobedience
With His help that transforms from rebellion-insurgence
While we turn to Him from our useless expedience
And follow His ways through His caring diligence.
Our heart builds lives unto God against error-caused impairment
With His miracle that performs divine achievement
While we overcome our lack of ministry involvement
And fulfill His will through His Scriptural settlement.
May 22, 2026
You left me to struggle on
my own.I had to dig deep
to make a better life for me
and our kids.
Sometimes l feel like l can't
make it,But the four little eyes
staring back at me, makes me
realize that I'm not living for one,
I'm living for three.
So l went back to school to get a
better career. And l put them in
daycare. Every day is a constant
struggle.Their love gives me deter-
mination to rise above the struggle.
Yes l will rise above negativity.
I will rise above a broken heart.
I will rise above my own in-
securities.Because I came to one
conclusion,At the end of the day, I
have no choice but to rise,cause
I'm not living for one I'm living for
three.
11-02-16
Alexis Y.