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Deep within the world so modern,
Lies a hidden road not trodden,
That states the obvious truth be told,
Printed in ink black and bold,
That lost in worlds of ecstasy,
Trapped in snares of misery,
That wars the rumors be told they sneered,
Now not alive a bray a’bird,
Gone are thoughts that thinketh straight,
And now to turn back it's O’so late,
Truth is gone, and truths be’come,
Lies run wild thru’ Urb and slum,
Prove me wrong this not happen,
But wrong they are yet shamelessly clappin’,
All so jolly good way they are,
From the Truth they stay afar,
Given in to the delusions be,
These strange worlds move so surreally,
That eats place a first a crown,
And Wannabe’s laze and fuss arroun’,
Talks about this and that and all that’s good,
Ney earn their money and cry for food,
When not given they stage a protest,
What they think is unjust!
But truth be told they sloth all day,
Sit around and laze away,
Their youths burnt dry, so willfully done,
When the brave reproaches them, they rant and away they run,
Sad to see, this is our reality,
Where all but’s none have time for thee,
Where life’s no respect and death appraise,
No wonder! They fit in with Artemis’ ways,
Tis’ are days of Noah’s time,
Filled with false hate and unwanted slime,
The hot is cold and the cold is hot,
They should be left to these ways to rot,
For no amount of reproach or preaching change they,
They want to remain that way,
So, let it be and move on in life,
Find a place to settle, build a home with your wife,
But when they come, O’Brave men of life,
To scandal your family and toss the knife,
Don’t debate them in anyway by words,
Take up your weapon and massacre they featherless birds,
Let them cry foul, whine and weep,
For they are into misery so deep, even the good that they do is evil so steep,
Let it be, let it be and protect your families,
From these so called ‘Justice Warriors of all the Sissies.’
What is well, when men of old just a teen,
Went to war for freedom’s freeing,
No scandal was found heard, no loose talk in the winds,
They wives waited for them, rather than sinned!
But if now one were off, to fight for justice cause,
In their absence does much spend, party’s all that splend.
Not all I say that way be done but are true, true indeed to none,
Tis’ a tragedy with my pen and ink I write and run.
You’ve met me,
but you just don’t know it yet
The dream house that you want,
I once polar bear hibernated there ...
two winter moons ago
The summer fruit of relaxation
that you’re tasting now,
I planted it
two prior vineyard cycles
I’ve always been double moves ahead,
my checkered past
taught me keen ways
to escape poverty dread
The slum lord pitchfork
tossing that Ebenezer heavy eviction bale,
tried to do the Scrooge pinch
But me knew da Judas outcome of da sell
You’re a patsy-come-lately,
a puppet bought for sure foreswore
Tho’ a couple chiggers too twenty-something slow,
worms like you
got oasis left in the wilderness dust forty years ago
What you wanna see,
I already seen
I’m always two pillow turns ahead
in your dream
What you wanna do,
I’ve already done
Me always be two rabbit hops ahead
of your turtle run
Here’s the six-digit green lumber
you need to cellblock 8 learn
The lockup combination number
to make those tumblers turn
My moves are two steps ahead
Me be a r-Evolving, double smoking barrel —
twice-pulled trigger click hot lead
You’re a patient zero, broken wing sparrow:
double goose egg, game over dead
I’m always two giant steps ahead
Where I’m ultra solar at
is where you really orbital wanna be
Meesa is a quantum grasshopper high five,
and you’re a gravity locust low three
I live in your twin borrowed tomorrow,
two steps above your ire paygrade
Truth trimming lie bacon is how I get paid
Two floors down at prime usury sorrow,
open pawn shop roasting in shade ...
You’re a pet loan shark getting chum made
I’m always thinking two steps ahead,
delivering ancient sayings that was future said
Meesa gon make your puffy jaws red,
two steps backwards is where your hubris bled
Where me be perched,
is where you’re trying to DNA air flow
I’m four wind birthed,
you’re a deuce snake eye on a belly roll
Me two steps ahead,
just so you know
You’re frozen in place,
minus-two below
I’m living at the kiss end of the Snow White story,
and you ain’t even got a singularity event Black Hole clue
Me 9 generation Lives looking thru a supernova rearview,
your Seven Dwarves tardy situation is inert glory
Two slave wage fettered steps ahead,
is how it’s always gonna be
Eating my Thanksgiving meal on your Labor Day,
is so Easter morning worthy
Part 3
9th Delerium: Emptyness
Water wheels in wastelands... turning,
drowning relics in the slum
Rumpled rags of fashioned burlap... burning,
lit by bandits blind and dumb
Pastured prisons, ponies bridled ... yearning,
forest fairies under thumb
Sounds inside of cauldrons coughing... churning,
blaring bugles, tattooed drum
10th Delirium: Alienation
Rain unravelling, wistfully weeping... falling,
treacle trickling, fickle sky
Mushrooms sprinkled, visions sprouting... sprawling,
seagulls drowning, dolphins die
Rabble gasping, spirits broken... crawling,
lonely lonesome swallows cry
Babbling brooks and breakers ebbing... bawling
puppies paddle, puppets sigh
People passing ripple past me... calling,
rainbow colours, collars high
Chaos seething, lepers looting... stalling,
stealing stallions on the sly
Pencils pausing, scholars scrambling... scrawling,
scratching scribbles, asking why
11th Delirium: Jetsam
Silver sails sway pallid pirates... prowling,
Jolly Rogers, wind and sound
Parrots perching, tattered feathers... fouling,
tethered talons, tied and bound
Shipwrecked foghorns, trumpets stranded... howling,
spiral springs of time unwound
Magic moonlight, shimmers shaking... scowling,
burnt out matchsticks washed aground
Prairie wolfs, coyotes calling... yowling,
witching hours, midnight hounds
Tightrope walkers, grizzlies grunting... growling,
seeking islands, lost and found
12th Delirium: Relief
Slumber shattered, vapours captive... haunting,
chained in mirrors, breaking free
Scarlet skylines, daylight dawning... daunting,
rivers rushing to the sea
Silence softens, sandmen whisper... wanting,
piercing rafters, turning keys
Shadows shudder, notions fluster... flaunting,
moonbeam bullets meant for me
Mind in migraine, meadows trembling... taunting,
sparrows speak in harmony
REAWAKENING
Pitter patter, teardrops paling... pearling,
salting scarves in secret drawers
Mist amongst us, smoke rings rising... curling,
climbing from the ocean floors
See-saw circles, senses swerving... swirling,
swept away with silver oars
Courtyard jesters, sceptres twisting... twirling,
push the past to foreign shores
Passing pangs of passions heaving... hurling,
burning bridges, closing doors
Roses wither, icons waning... whirling,
time decays and time restores
End
Nothing to see so little to hear
speak and be silenced.
Smells peculiar...
Are my thoughts even mine?
Everything is glorious in the shadows of night
Bright lights that dim truth all sparkle and dreamy
City of savage fun and instant pleasures
The day breaks and the shadows slither
numb brains and worn out souls
drugged eyes burn by the sun light
awaken into the reality that the pleasure palace of night
is the decaying cesspool overflow of Hades slum.
Those crystal Babel towers shatter into the shantytowns of reality.
A little light shines a lotta truth.
Freedom
What happen to our revolution to make all equal before the law
Every one with opportunity to succeed
Success that benefited your fellow man
But now it feeds the greed
The richest one percent take over ninety percent of the worlds wealth
and they want the rest of it.
Babies are consider disease, there is a sick celebration and evil joy
for every aborted innocent life. What did the baby do?
The same people move Heaven and earth to protect
the wicked life of a mass murderer and loathe the victims
Sick people, very sick.
Justice only for the unjust.
Questions will be unanswered, other opinions shouted down
Disagree be mocked ridiculed and ostracize, Challenge be imprisoned.
One way, One voice One thought
all others crushed until they conform or die
Destroy the richness of past cultures
Deny the truths of Holiness, erase ideas of wisdom and knowledge,
Twist and confuse the spirit of youth
make them doubt their very gender and pervert their souls to Hell
War for profit, constant war to wear out and wean the will to live
That seductive siren's song beating the drums of war
replacing the heartbeats of young to march in rhythm of death
Media reports nothing but sensationalizes hate and propaganda
Opinions never news, feelings never facts, stupidity never truth
Talking heads with talking points, personalities with non information
Enough is enough
one lone voice reverberates through the wilderness
echos into the winds, blowing through each village, community
sweeps into towns and cities till everyone each person unites
revolution smolders, freedom brews , ideas simmer
overflowing for justice for dignity for reason
Liberty is calling
masses answer
His will be done
We shall be free
Amen.
Sand in sheets
scuffing skin and reminding
last nights attire reaks like bonfire
a hundred days like this
a sea of endless laughs rolling
like filmreels infinitely looped fantastic
Their cars rolled in, shiney and pretentious
personalized plates waxed clever wit
crowding this small town to gloat in sand-side castles
Yacht club yucks shelling bucks like bayou crayfish
condescending, fun loving, brash Chicago touristas
Bless their daughters who filed in sassy
chin up, chest out trustafarians
scents of coconut lotion and clinique perfume
wafting through our warm lake breeze reality
Giddy and loving our rough edged style
intending to slum with townies, like we minded...
smiles glowing in those bonfire nights
mischievious and promising...
Every action thereafter defied catholic school education
...benificiaries of repression rebellion...like we minded!
Lake Michigan was paces from my bedroom window
These sparrow serenaded mornings..
...morphing into something amphibious
when the alewives were raked, we lay lazy
Bodies melted into sand~~ sated with sun
splashing back to cool off in sandbars
coolers anchored in those cool waters
taking long pulls off a perspiring Heineken
Beach days concluded with seagulls off to hunt
Squaking as they ascended into pink and orangecicle skies
The water shimmered like a million illuminated snakes
...side winding-mirrored the suns final say
Couples pulled up to Harbor landing to see the show
heads melted into one mass in windshields all around
lovers seeing nature's beauty more vibrant as lovers do...
The sunset brings a new purple backdrop
squaks are replaced with crickets chirps
Bright-then-fading green...BRIGHT-then fading green
Children gathered fireflies in jars laughing
Ice cream stained faces aglow with captive glee
Then to black and star filled, became the sky
we returned to cooler sand pushing between our toes
scurrying through dunegrass seeking driftwood and brush
creating a structure to take to flame...a science for proud boyscouts
There we gathered with newfound gals from cross lake 'burbs
sunrise would end our night tonight...awaking to lifeguards scolding.
Inspired by John Heck's Summer Contest!!
You know u got it hard
when ur a single bachelor heart broken with a bachelors
tell your mother in the eye you're considering moving faster, selling weed and coke its a disaster.
This happens in Astoria as the 7 rides by, true story , emotions real, **** the other mans lies.
Its not that i cant make it , just hate to have to prove it.
I got swag for days
mofo dnt make me come to the edge blast it and walk a way like its a peaceful movement
U dnt know me, neither does my mirror or the illuminati file
Have no time for puppy love i kick these biches out the bed faster than gile.
babygirl im not a player i just tell you what sounds best its the way i deal with life
sometimes i pray by being depressed,
no captain save a hoe thats just a crazy dedication you boys are devadasi lovers thats just the iceburg devastation
So much pain in the world and we need more liberals in Liberia Sometimes hurt people hurt people so we left to Monroe and taught what we learned from those people
This isnt the west point im talking bout the real west point the slum of the world where we get no worse and have no point , to live or to die just to live die when a grown man cries.
we come to a point where its not biggie or 2 pac but we take a big look to the pot where aids getting busy , drinking blood from the body , same as the first , death is a lie,believe it or not. Aids is out to attack every women needs a man, every hand is on the shoulder, Mothers did loving, whats the point liberians, she never had money so she started sucking dick, a pretty young women is another mans slave, mother did loving now the pharaoh got aids on her face
In syria shits about to get serious, shutout to the fsa where *****doesn't go our way so farmers and colleges students pick up aks to let metal spray from a triger to a hand made bomb made out of pieces from the ash tray. embreasing death happy as can be, the fastest and shortest drug int the world is dying for your family. Hustling hard to breath at a time where interest has replaced everything including humanity, **** the richs robots have replaced leaders and thats paratly for me to blame cuz i havent prayed properly. He looks at where his interest are and works there. But his heart is dead consciousness is finished
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Form:
Designs we find democratically attractive
include designs for acquiring healthy trust powers
with all others to be positively infected
by our mutual discussion,
dialogue, respectful discernment,
our listening with silently authoritative skills
before responsibly speaking,
Democratic designs acquire cooperative consensual power
of a healthy
robust
resilient
care-giving super-majority,
Messiahs, economic and politically empowering actors,
producers of well-being,
empirical without imperialism,
without pietistic Raptures,
historical escape magic-hatches
removed from RealTime felt and thought integrity,
heart and mind synergy
Still actively listening for remaining white supremacists,
anti-democratic colonizing fundamentalists,
un-evangelicals too clear only about what we are against
while teaching Sunday School
and weekday extractive extorting capitalist competitions,
calling out fellow slum lords,
watching enviously while weapon sales
generously feed automated death lobbyists,
and mystify angry ecofeminists
about what we stand healthy for
Nondualistic, undividing natural health from spiritual wealth
responding to left-brain dominant designs
with monoculturing effects
disempowering into self-isolating fear
and anger
and bigotry,
lack of courageous curiosity
to empathize with anti-democratic intolerance.
This difference between democratic cooperative designs of attraction
and anti-democratic capitalist principles
of egotistical design,
incorporatistic
monoculturing extractions from MotherEarth refinements
Health care supported by all
who would replace aristocratically misshaped
distant patriarchal God the SunFather
with Gaia the Original AtHand EarthMother.
All who would replace left-brain dominant thinking
with left/right bicameral prominence
of win/win
faith/hope
thought/feelings
about ego health attracting eco-wealth
more than worrying too awfully either/or
win/lose much
about extracting ego wealth from everyday resident designers
eco-healthier
nondualistic SunGod/Gaia dialogue refiners
of romance
mythos
logos eco-habitat voices
with theo/democratic cooperative trust empowerment
enlightenment
enjoyment,
awesome sacred/secular wonder
revisiting lavishly holy/holonic designs.
It is not a fact
That the super moon arrived
after many years
And will again be seen
After so many years
It came just the other day
With a lot of tales to say
Whenever you come
As the colours come
In apple handsome
Whenever you come
As a yellow and red music
In the flute and drum
Whenever you come
Along with bees in hum
The super moon comes
And not the everyday moon
That we are used to, like our
Tobacco and eructation sour
Our brown pride and black power
No, not so commonplace an episode
Without nothing to decode
It is a super moon
When you come
As a glide trembling in a tune
Taking down the moon
It is not a fact too
That you will not come again
Very soon
May be next June
May be sooner or later
We cannot predict
When the bones and bloods will be lit
No computer to foresee
Nor there will be one
When the thunder will knock in a frisson
A lightning will flash across the horizon
Almost all on a sudden
One day we see a lovely cherry
on a deep red tree
Inside our cognitivity
There, there, upon the dunes
The moon changes
To a super moon
No more camels in a procession
In the shadows of isolation
Existential fragmentation
In the peace of night
The delighted super moon
May enter through your window
And sit beside your pillow
You may act Pablo Picasso
Neruda Pablo
Or blame it on Rio
Morning night or noon
You don't know when
But it does come
The super moon
Time does flirt
Overt or covert
According to your personality
Extro or introvert
Time does bloom
To flood our momentary rooms
With the exhilarating sensations
From the super moon
Whether a Trump
Or a dweller in a slum
All including she he and you
Can understand my view
'Cause the milieu
And the needle and thread
With which I sew this design
The visits of super moonshine
You have perceived it
You did meet it
In the recurrent current
Flooding your barren lands
Inside your chest
Your resplendent moments of crest
The super moon in our inward sky
My smiling shadow in your eyes
Our times intensify
As we both live and die
It is a succession of life and death
The desire dances underneath
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24/11/2016
Dear one, the next time you rest;
Remember you are blessing;
The next time you lay down can you close your eyes;
Dispense with the frowns;
Praise God alive even praise at the top of your lungs;
And as you fall into the Twilight of your slum;
Remember that He's the only one who reads;
Get you up at dawn and that allows you to rest at dusk ;
You are blessed you, are blessed;
Don't transgress;
Don't be upset;
Just rest, rest;
In His arms rest;
Close your eyes sleep;
Be sweet in your sleep;
Let your Slumber be not a one day;
You're a winner,
The beginning in Christ;
Hold on to His praises;
All your angels all around you,
as you whisper melodies remember -
Proverbs 3:24 when you lie down you will not be afraid when you lie down your sleep will be sweet
Psalms 35 I lay down and slept yet I woke up and safety for the Lord was watching over me
Psalms 46:10 be still and know that I am God
Matthew 6:34 so don't worry about tomorrow for tomorrow will bring its own worries today's trouble is enough for today
Psalms 116 and 7 return to your rest my soul for the Lord has been good to use Psalms 116 + 7 who said with the whales in the shelter of the most high will rest in the shadow of the almighty you are not fear the terror of night nor the arrow that flies by day but he will command his angels concerning you to guard you in all his ways
Psalms 91 15911 I will both lay me down in peace and sleep for thy Lord only make it to meet well and safety
Psalm 4 days come to me all you who are weary and burdened and I will give you rest take my yoke upon you and learn from me but I am gentle and humble in heart and you will find rest in your souls but my yoke is easy and my burden is light
Matthew's 11:28 through 30 peace I leave with you my peace I give you I do not give to you as the world gives do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid St John 14:27 casting all your anxieties on him because he cares for you Peter 5 & 7 the rest in the quiet rest you are chosen rest you are God's child rest be blessed in your sleep Lord rest be still rest you are God's daughter rest in your blessed be blessed you are his sickness just rest good night
When you are young your life is not about you
You it owe to them for love, for sacrifice and rent
Youth is the margin of our parents ever do
The young know their life only by old consent
My father was doctor with animals in his care
The blackest and the first of them in that space
My mother was the Jill of every trade, a rare
Exhibit of beauty in a working class of grace
He out of the dry parish, made ladder with brains
And climb to wring the clouds of dreams. He
Matured from church school teacher, got the reins
Fathoming figures, Maroon boy in ascendancy:
Policeman, black sergeant, parting the waves
Clerk of the Court while colonials made war
Thespian for Vere John, the black hole craves
Everything it cannot be like a wounded star.
He did well when the war was done though. Some
Whites came back alive, and their substitute yield
So they coud find their sinecure. He got a ransom
From gruelling things too, a cut above the common field
His lettered mind scholarship him there
And this society that prevented cruelty to beast
Gave that astute mind its golden stair.
From slum investments father rose to feast.
He loved rebellion, it was his poetry, yet not he
But mother was the rebel, leaving father's house
Breaking bonds with tradition and its morality
To bring my sister weddingless, to choose her spouse
And refuse them regardless. Family's wealth
She forsook, and took the rudder of her life
Compassless to sea. All winds and surge she felt
Survival was the only fun in her fracture strife.
It walloped her, the storm of winds and fire
Three children and no way back through flames
Churning like a sword, waist deep wading mire
Her soul unshaken its sovereign pride proclaims
My own daily lessons that core my manhood
Father's love of learning, mother's pride
And I drifting in that Ark since the old flood
Left me in a barren place where wants divide