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***Keep Your Eye on the Ball***
There’s so much talk of revolution,
so many are ready for a war.
But I have to wonder if they know,
who the hell they would be fighting for.
It is the rich ass politicians,
that are huddled in their cozy room.
Whispering to us their words of hate.
and filling our hearts with doom and gloom.
They want us to cut each other’s throats,
so we will not come to realize.
That we must keep searching for the truth,
and not believe in their ugly lies.
They’re selling us a fake agenda,
keep on shoving it right down our throat,
Telling us our rights are abolished,
there’s no need to stand in line to vote.
The promises of prosperity,
are strong as any money or dope.
But if you ain’t some rich, old, white dude,
then you don’t have any kind of hope.
They just want to keep on pushing us,
until everything finally caves in.
Because they’re the ones to land on top,
no matter which one it is that wins.
They want me to lay the blame on you,
and want you to lay the blame on me.
They sure don’t want us looking around,
and see just who it really might be.
They are pulling all the puppet strings,
while hiding behind their wizard’s screen.
They will use smoke, deceit, and mirrors,
to hide the real monsters of this dream.
Let me tell you people that it’s time,
it’s time to put an end to this all.
If we’re busy strangling each other,
then who’s keeping their eye on the ball.
Significance is signalized by interest
Unfounded truths can damage sworn loyalty
People seem friends, but act like wolves
Praising their false deeds instead of the true ones
Rotten inside, twisting words that are so convincing
Eliminating the evidence of extraordinary things
Shimming, as demons enter their malicious souls
Shoving aside what's good, holy and blessed
In impetous haste, they suppress every truth
Naiveness is not found in their impious character
Glory they demand, but nothing they are willing to give
Tarot reading must be accurate, or curses will follow
Ruling with deception, they reduce others to poverty
Uluate they won't, to conceal their obvious unhumaness
Tyrants shake their hands and promise them prominent positions
Horace himself would have despised these impudent, unethical folks
There was an uneasy feeling that night on the savannah.
The creatures were jumpy as they huddled and grazed.
Startling at each new sound, one stamps its foot and
the vast herd flees, from what they are unsure.
The lions creep through the long grass setting an ambush.
The first pair's job to spook the herd now is done.
The rest spread out, now taking up the deadly hunt.
Working quickly they target one and separate it.
One lioness jumps on its back then slips off and is trampled.
Another tackling it face on is gored in the shoulder.
But the rest soon have it cornered and it is soon smothered.
As it dies the pride are already ripping open its belly.
The blood covers the land red as it seeps into the soil
There will be feasting tonight as the lions gather to eat.
Snarling as they rip into the warm carcass, blows lashing out,
As they vie for position, pushing and shoving each other.
The hunt was long and hard, the fruits came at high price.
Two lioness wounded, one will die. Such is the cost of success.
A calf bawls for its mother, yet she cannot answer its call.
Sadly it is too young to live, it will end up a tasty morsel.
Sated the lions rest in the early sunlight as cubs play.
Life for now on the savannah continues, and peace reigns.
scientists claim climate change is inevitable
the world is changing
way too fast
and some can't handle the strain
the entitled millennial me generation
are sculpting society
embracing artificial intelligence
and cybernetics in their pursuit of immortality
naive sheep put their trust in smiling shearers
way too fast
I'm amazed at the gullibility of people today
they are so easily led
what is so woke with saying please and thank you
instead of shoving your phone in someone's face
and claiming that it's your right
per freedom of speech
fully protected by the constitution
society is crumbling
frozen glaciers are melting
way too fast
and there is nothing we can do about it
that option is no longer on the table
the future is happening before our eyes
and yet, being solely focused on today
we are blind to it
but that doesn't mean that it's not affecting us
it's all happening
way too fast
6/30/17
Don't need to initiate
Let's get it straight
I do my best to assimilate
And integrate
You do not intimidate
Or innovate
You only imitate
And discriminate
It's time I eliminate
Any like you, until they dissipate
Regardless of what they taught in school
When did being a scumbag become cool?
Another fool
That forgot the golden rule
Now going to return back to earth, in the form of matter and molecules
Near and far from power tools
Making you gone for good
Because I know you would
Do the same to me, if you could
Not going to leave a trace
Or let a soul see my face
When you meet your fate
I'm not bluffing
We'll see what happens when push comes to shoving
Regardless of if you already had it coming
Flipped Hourglass
Bits of unwrinkled sand, harried ageless seconds,
Rush through a narrow neck
Pushing to birth
Moments of elegance or horror
Shoving aside other grains
Like words of regret flowing unrestricted
Into a ballet arabesque of transparent history
Irretrievable
Uncatchable
Lost like a tear drop in desert sea dances
Prodigals or prophets unable to caress or cling
Only rush headlong into the past.
When Heaven’s hand flips the hourglass
Second chances dash forward,
Free flowing jive of refreshed possibilities,
To animate a nameless tidal stream
In a cadence of options
That takes no long lost baggage
Through gravity’s flowing fountain
Irresistible
Unstoppable
Choreography of charity recaptured
That speaks in immutable tones
Of free flowing grace.
Each spiraling grain speaks of steps renewed
Waiting to articulate
Gliding strides of spoken blessing
Or pirouettes of consecration
As one grain falls upon another
In a transparent time window,
With intervals of oblation tarantellas,
Irrepressible
Uncontainable
Until the dance routine runs its course
Dancers lie inert to hear echoes of eternity whisper
“Save your last dance for me.”
2-9-22
Contest: This or That
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Title Chosen: Flipped Hour Glass
People living in the city
Talking to you like they think their so witty
Putting on a big smile
But wearing it only for a little while
Spending all their money trying to look so good
Thinking the sun never rises whereever they have stood
Spending their time
Trying to make another dime
Hopefully those words went with this rhyme
Fake city lights blind the eyes
Politicians practicing their lies
Too busy to see
What life was meant to be.
Held down by all they own
Life is never even known
Where big money is grown
Living fast
Having a blast
Hard to soar
Nailed to a floor
Behind a locked door
Love you can never buy, only rent
Better to live in a tent
Away from the people
Money is their steeple
People robbing and killing
Nobody ever just chilling
Lifes value is held so low
People sitting back watching the show
This City that never sleeps
The people weeps
Choking on the smog
A barking dog
People shoving on by
Hearing some poor soul cry
So many lost souls
Once they had goals
The city sucked them dry
No longer do they even try
Living day to day
Painfully they play
Hearts turned ice
Love comes with a price
Another tear falls
Behind these city walls
Fear
The shout of a man sitting at a table
He was collecting all bottles, and glass that he was able
I turned to my husband and said what do you think?
Some guys stood behind us and said "lets get a drink."
I moved to the side, I walked on past
The hairs on my neck were standing up fast
A feeling I knew washed over me
Something was happening and I didn’t want to see.
A guard with a gun, knocked me as he walked by
The guy at the table with the bottles wasn’t shy.
"Get lost, get away you can’t stop me flying
I know what to do without even trying."
My heart began to race, what is going on?
People are pushing and shoving then we could see he had a gun.
The fight starts there on the floor, two men with the glass and bottles
Two guards rush in, hands round throats trying to throttle
We hide behind tables, and chairs, we cannot escape
A gun slides up near making a noise like ripping duck tape.
It’s there at my feet- a hand reaches for it,
Is it a guard or a terrorist? I nearly have a fit.
A push in the back from a big burly guy
Shouts “Go on get stuck in, give it a try.”
"What the hell are you on about shut your mouth now"
There’s guns flying round and words I never heard- I vow
There are four on the floor kicking guns and screaming loud
Then a clicking of two feet, comes a short man from the crowd
He stands and he yells and they all do stop
He points and picks up the guns that they have not
He sorts it all out; the police come take them away
An announcement rings out
“Thanks for flying with us today.”
Based on a true event over thirty years ago in an airport in Gan Canary
By Phan Tan Hai
Turning back, glancing sideways, stepping in, being
pushed out. A waterfall of bodies shoving,
crowds surging forward, lines of frightened people
pulling one another—walking, running, leaping,
waves of people trampling over each other,
flowing like rapids, like rivers—no time
to look ahead, no time to look beside,
no time to look beneath their feet; someone
presses from behind, someone urges from
the front, shouting. I stand at the margin
watching, amid hailstorms hurled across,
storms of curses flying through the sky,
across the streets, across forests and mountains,
across winding paths, across layered valleys—
no way out. No way out, I search
for you, pensive, blurred, waiting,
no way out, in clouds that gather and break.
Please look back toward the margin, where
those with no place left on earth stand,
where I hold out my hand, palm up,
asking for blessing; then turn it down
to keep a little warmth, shivering. Hurry,
hurry a little more, before the human
torrent sweeps you away, and then one day
we will close our eyes and remember the
moment we ran beyond the boundary—hurry,
just a little, before the clouds
scatter. I return to sit and weep, bent
over, writing lines of poetry on paper,
on the wooden beam beside the bridge,
on the square brick of the sidewalk,
on the window glass before my house, hoping
dimly that one day the human torrent
will push you back, and you will find
my words strung across the sky, across
the streets, across forests and mountains,
across winding paths, across layered valleys—
no way out—and I sit among
mountains of words, mountains of words,
mountains of words. But it is late:
the page once held by someone has been torn,
the wooden beam by the bridge has broken,
the brick has cracked, and I am here
picking up each shard of shattered glass,
piecing together each fragment, each broken
word—and you, my original, innocent soul,
where are you, where are you.
I am standing at the margin, at the margin…
I'm sorry I haven't always responded to your request,
I have ignored your pleas, but I try to do my best.
After all these years of shoving you to the side,
I now know your reason of being, with me again abide.
Help me, guide me, teach me, to become one with you,
I see now the mind only thinks about thing's of this world it's true.
And heart I see, and know and understand you only know the truth therein,
show me teach me guide me in your truth's I'm ready to begin.
My dearest heart I need and desire your guidance and life back in my soul,
to become one with you is my number one goal.
My courage, my strength, your all that I could be,
dear heart without you, I could not ever be.
I promise to take all the steps that this will require,
Come back to me and together let's fulfill our burning desire.