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Birth begins the tragedy in us. Life's
First sound is a blank scream
Against sorrow's hidden portends of strifes
All we know are mirages and dream.
Mother took the news staring at the sky
She must have cried inside
For I have no evidence else. There's no why
For it ... how my rage defied
Her callous front ... he was her first boy
The only hero she spoke well
Of, his name was the formula for joy
In our house: anecdotes tell
Of his escapades ... youth defying fate
He had a cat's tenacity for life
And from evil wills found a golden gate
Of scholarship and exotic wife.
I remember when the years pulled him back
All he came with was a bag
Of books, and a couple suits in novel sack
His eyes time warped, a lag
Of missing years and loneliness enfolding him
But he was handsome still
And my soul cartwheeled at joy's fresh brim
Those moments that he filled
When eyes first contact spelled pride to claim
This aristocrat like a medal
I could wear. So young he was, her true flame
The son of love's sweet recital!
And many days sitting in his shadow, I heard
Him dream big things like stars
Far away, warm things like a fluttering bird
Things made bright to cover scars
In the sore of memory. His mind was his cliff
A risky place in the high winds
And closer to the edge for the Grail he'd drift
O how the giddy world spins!
He died in Kingston: William came and went
And my mother looked at the sky
But until she died, about his memory was silent
And I forever wonder why.
I loved him, you know, he was the first best thing
A poor child had to claim or show
The world ... with him I was no more common. A king
He made me in his gold of glow
Something that I looked forward to meet in me. I,
Like mother, been silence since
But sometimes my heart just heave and would cry
For time this love cannot rinse
And I that moment cannot comprehend, that death
Gave no notice to his lauded day
And like common dust on a wild wind's balmy breath
My brother was swiftly swept away.
Refrain:
You shimmering waves on the ocean blue
Dance not again, he cannot dance with you
You weeping forests where the winds wail too
Let your bright tears fall in the pool of dew
The world of pop will never be the same again
The king is dead, and life is a dream so vain.
The world of pop will never be the same again, dim
The lights for him forever, my immortal performer,
My childhood mirror. Death is victor and we the victim
Of shallow strifes, mourn for him! mourn my brother!
Thank you for the time you gave to us, thank you, child
For memories; thank you for the songs you sang here
Thank you, Michael, you were the greatest ever, a Nile
That flowed through desert of needs, you stilled the fear.
Micheal Jackson at last will find his rest, and Ben, we
Hope he will attain what he was looking for. So brief
The journey 'cross the stage of life, only time's story
Capture the vanity of our strife, but naught abate grief
"Even though the pain and heartache Seem to follow me
Wherever I go" how do I say goodbye to him? And shall
He say "you are not alone?" when he plays this memory
On discs beyond brink where the "thriller" is anecdotal?
What solace did we give him, when we understood naught?
What haven was there for him for all the love he gave
Did we not prance when like a butterfly in a web was caught/
O but nothing breaks his heart again, in the silent grave.
Michael we miss you, the white charade of the doting sun
Shall never the same again, the hooting cheers of the fans
Shall convert to silver rain, now the river's course is run
Now the footprints fade on the dancing mirage of the sands.
Be like arundathi-vashista;
Single soul adhering two bodies;
An ideal couple, epitome of the marriage life;
Travel together in the troubles and strifes;
says a priest after a marriage ceremony
Mizar and Alcor,
always seen together
are twin stars of the big dipper constellation,
Unique twin stars which revolve around each other,
rotate in synchrony in the sky forever
Note:
In Indian during the marriage ceremonies of the hindus, the priests used to show the twin stars after the marriage and educate the newly married couples about this immortal ideal couple. Now it has just become the ritual without knowing the reasons.
Vashista the vedic sage one of the sapta rishi(Seven Great rishis)married arundathi, an epitome of wifely devotion, who never wanted to seperate from her husband and stays with him in saptarishi mandala
Wikipedia:
SaptaRishis, are the seven great sages in Indian Mythology. They have attained a semi-immortal status.Arundhati is the wife of the sage Vashistha, one of the seven sages (Saptarshi) who is identified with the star Alcor which forms a double star with Mizar (identified as Vashista) in Ursa Major
In the most twin stars system, one star is stationary and other rotates around it, while Arundhati and Vashishtha both rotate synchronously.
The Big Dipper or the Plough is an asterism consisting of seven bright stars of the constellation Ursa Major; Mizar is perhaps the Big Dipper’s most famous star, glorified in the annals of astronomy many times over. Apart from Alcor, Mizar in itself became known a double star in 1650. In fact, it was the first double star to be seen through a telescope.Mizar and its fainter companion star Alcor are one of the most famous double stars in the sky
Like no one want's to get stuck in a valley:
A hollow or surface depression of the earth
Bounded by hills or mountains,the earth's bottompit,
So goes the story of my good friend struggling in:
THE VALLEY OF LIFE
He can't fail,he tells himself
Worn out but still spurred on
Determined to make his mark in life
He is expected not to go far at all
He still keeps his head above the water
Afraid to drown, cos he can't swim
Scuttling to dry land like a lost chick
Chickened out once, but not this time
Prepared to take on any adversity
Arms akimbo,ready for the strifes
A strong man he is , but inside he's a mess
Fighting a life long battle
Muscling his way out of this state
Fought battles,now he's faced with storms
Breaking down barriers has become a hobby
His headway keeps changing its position
Suddenly it strikes him real hard
At last his head and heart reach an accord
But alas,even his heart is divided
About right and wrong,on up and down
Drowning his last glass of liquor
Calls for more,but its all gone
He smiles and dejavou hits him
He sees his life in the situation at hand
At fourty-four and nothing to show
Used to best ,now refuses to come last
He wants to prove his mettle,leave the ghetto
A dream he has had for thirty years
Many have given up on him,though he still sees the light
Suddenly their is power outage,the power goes out
Now its darkness he sees,dejavou all over again
At the brink of success,disaster strikes
He stands up and walks out
He stretches his arms to the sky
He screams, "i've had enough","take me now lord"
Then power is restored,lights back again
He pockets his hands,shakes his head and walks away.
A LOVED ONE’S MESSAGE FROM HEAVEN
I look down from my mansion and see the tears you cry,
I know how much you miss me and I hear you asking why.
And though I cannot tell you all you would like to know
About this glorious mansion to which I knew I’d go,
I want to say I love you and I’ll see you again,
I pray that God’s sweet Spirit will comfort you till then.
I’m here with all your loved ones you’ve lost in days before,
We’re having a reunion upon the peaceful shore.
And with them I look downward and so await the day
When we’ll be reunited forever more to stay.
I love you, precious Mother, I love you, Dad, as well
For all your sacrifices, too many times to tell.
I love each of my sisters, I love you, brother, too,
Of all my family members I really will miss you.
And to my precious sweetheart, my bride and faithful mate,
I promise I will meet you there at the pearly gate.
And to each of my daughters I really want to say
Please take care of your mother, stay pure, love, and obey.
To all my aunts and uncles I mean this so sincere:
May all strifes now be settled and please meet me up here.
It’s only for a moment, though time to you seems long
Before we are together again in heaven’s throng.
But I hope you all will join me and how I really pray
That if you are not ready that you will come today.
This place is not worth missing, and Jesus paid it all,
Just come to Him repenting and on His name now call.
That’s all I have to say now from my home up above,
I’ll see you in the morning and I give each of you my love.
Dedicated to the Rogers family in the loss of George William Rogers, August, 2000.
Does it really matter that i conform to the norms of the day?
What perfect blueprint is there for the journey called life?
Who are you to chastise me for being filled with flaws?
Only one was made perfect.
who deems it otherwise?
Who made you judge and jury over the morally bankrupt?
How dare you raise your nose when your anus is filthy?
Aren't we all on this journey to utopia?
what being dares claim arrival?
That life is fraught with connundrums and challenges is not far fron the turth.
That humans of different races will be judged alike is up for debate.
I'm filled with vices, and so are you
but thou hipocrisy shields your misdeeds.
Listen, fellow weaklings
Take caution as you condescend,
for the descent is inevitable.
What fun is there to life if we dont fall and rise?
What story will be told if we dont lose and repossess?
How would we become fitter if we are not faced with storms?
Who can best define our cause on devil's roof?
Is it survival or procreation?
Is it strifes or oppression?
No one really can tell, only HIM knows
Clerics hold us bondage to selfish doctrines,
and we gullibly oblige.
Like a procession of zombies,
yearning for the release their words present,
unable to put our reasoning to test,
and lose the cloak of vulnerability.
Who exactly are we?
puppets of nature?
or rivals in the ring of life?
Do you wonder why harmony dwell scarce in the elements?
Or why philophobia lives in the heart of men?
I'm speechless, i tremor
at the level of discord we habour
Can humans ever really change?
do we just suppress some deeds at whim?
and display others when we desire.
Will we ever be whole?
From all the fair ones thou hast stolen light,
And thou didst think upon thy captive's plight.
My heart was darker than the night so deep,
Till sudden light did chase the shadows' sleep.
A hundred strifes arose from thy bright eyes,
And suddenly thou didst sleep ’neath quiet skies.
From whom shall I seek cure, when all my pain is thine?
Thou lift’st the veil of grief, and made my spirit shine.
No champion holds the field against thy wrath;
Like running water, bodies keep thy path.
Whoever sinks within thy ocean grief,
Finds neither solace, gains, nor sweet relief.
O soul, receive the burning flame of love;
For thou hast tried my heart and shown thereof.
Explanatory Footnotes:
stolen light – taking beauty away from all the fairest beings.
captive's plight – the suffering of the devoted lover bound to the beloved.
hundred strifes – many tumults, seductions, or upheavals stirred by the beloved’s glance.
didst sleep – rested or reposed under calm skies, symbol of peace.
veil of grief – the covering of sorrow that hides the soul’s clarity.
champion holds the field – no warrior can endure or prevail in the field.
like running water, bodies keep thy path – the beloved’s force is like a river; bodies are drawn along its stream.
ocean grief – an overwhelming sea of sorrow caused by love.
burning flame of love – the purifying and consuming fire of passion.
shown thereof – revealed or demonstrated the truth of it (here: the beloved proved the lover’s devotion).
Double pain in my heart
The sad I feel tears me apart
From my our family I had to band my brother
That would of killed our mother
The operation didn't hurt this bad
Or make me as sad
Truth is my brother is a self confessed child molester
Justifies it to this day
They wanted it he does say
I love my brother regardless try to be there
Let him know someone did care
Today he called
On his way says he
I couldn't let that be
Letting a wolf loose
From all our children he would be able to choose
I banned him from our life's
More than just the strifes
My little sisters her kids
Their children.
Would be wrong.
Did not even take that long
Here I cry
Feeling like I'm going to die
Setting my soul free to fly
I know I did right
My soul hurts Tonight
He says he will kill himself if I see it through.
Thanks brother makes me that much more blue
Please ,,, just tore my heart open twice
Neither times has been nice
Trying to keep my heart from turning to ice
I just want a chance at this life that they have given to me
I start to see
what there really be
when we was kids wasn't daddy but really just you.
Memories now of what was true.
I don't know why
I cry
I still love you with all my heart
I fight to keep myself from falling apart
I go forward
Towards
You will not cheat me
From a future I wish to see
You tainted my soul
Thinking that is life's goal
I rise above
Thankful I can still feel love
Aranmo laso Iseyin ni ohunso
Aso ti aro olowo faramo olowo
Iseyin
of harried hills and skyscaping rocks
of humming hurricane and haughty harmattan
of succulent virgins and tasty lasses
of fearless fighters and valiant warriors
whose pock-marked faces tell tales of
changing seasons and fading ethos
Iseyin oro
your looms weave history of a thousand wars
and countless strifes:
a kaleidoscope of sweat and blood
of bellowing ewiri and clanging steel
that power rippling biceps on virgin plots
and drape distant hills with a curtain of lush green
of rippening grain and swollen roots
that taunt and fatten western mind
Iseyin ebedi moko
where conscripted corps rouse sleepy road
mouthing patriotic choruses with con-fidence
under the shun or in the st-rain
of howling bigles and snarling commandants
between rationed meals and bedless sheets
educated urchins recarve stunted dreams and
swap affections under the blessing of a passionate moon;
culred in a fraternity of lust
Iseyin
at sunset
a million pestles beat doughy rhythm to
the drum of seasonless soup and
fumes of fermented wine
At night
shakabula cast eerie silhouette of
compromising customs and daring smugglers
every hut,a garage
every house ,a warehouse
every trail,an artery for the systemic draining of
a giang dwarf
Iseyin oh Iseyin
so benign your sonorous throat spurn
loric tales of crushing contradictions and
mesmerising oddities
Bodies were lying on the ground,
from the echoes of prison there was no sound.
Their hearts were wounded their minds were shattered,
the uniforms they wore were torn and tattered.
The soilders that remained were far but few,
but still they held our flag of the red, white and blue.
They knelt beside the wounded and the dead,
for the burial of their fellow soilders they would most certainly dread.
Some were young and some were old,
but their memory they will always proudly behold.
The bombs exploded as they hid behind a rock,
now shameful to say some only recieved a pine made box.
Smoke still surrounded them at that lonley battle ground,
as they gathered the wounded without making a sound.
You see this war they fought had such a big cost,
for all of the lives they so dearly lost.
Some still live their lives with all of the pain and strifes,
as the violent images still cut like a knife.
They sit there thinking if only others could walk in our shoes,
now most of these soilders have no home to come home to.
Some bare scars even yet today,
for the cost of our freedom we could never repay.
Some are homeless Vets on the street,
and some just need a place to rest their tired feet.
They protected our country with all they had,
now what help they get is all so sad.
Please give thanks to our troops each day,
for the kindness they express we could never repay.