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8/28/16
So damn many thoughts
And plots
Oppurtunity knocks
Around the clock
East and West, Biggie and Pac
True legends that will always remain at the top
Never going to be forgot
Trust me no time to stop
Get after that guap
Protect yourself and the ones you love, twenty four seven watch
Regardless of if she just wants to shop
And to have a bezel with a rock
Had to be stronger than an ox
Thinking outside the box
Freestyle like it or not
Grew up in the woods, with so many animals including hawks, fox and wasps
At night around the lights swarmed many moths
A lot of friends had horses and water troughs
As well as gardens with vegetables including squash
Out by a wilderness filled with trees some of which were covered in moss
Bodies of water dried up or continued to flow and wash
Near and far from any parking lots
I always tried to connect the dots
Sun shine, rain, wind or frost
I like mild, medium and hot sauce
Plenty of times I took a loss
And paid the cost
In the end there was benefits for me and the boss
Meanwhile people still are praying near a mosque
Or cross
Just not cut from the same cloth
Any time, place and spot
People getting beaten by a lock
Stuffed into a sock
Even when their lights turn off
By: Dalton Ogletree
Memories from 2020:
UNBROKEN
Artist: Michelle Morris
Artist's Description:
When someone treats us badly, we need to learn from the situation. No matter how badly it goes, we need to pick ourselves up again and move on stronger than before.
UNBROKEN
BY MICHELLE MORRIS
Chorus
So I unbroke my own heart;
Stopped the bleeding of emotions and
Feelings of impotence.
So I unbroke my own soul;
Rescued myself from the hating and
The lonely desperation.
Now I'm unbroken and finally I'm woken up,
To know you're no good for me...
Without you I am free...
Free to be the best unbroken me.
(End Chorus)
You never told me you were leaving -
Leaving for good this time;
And your mouth it's been deceiving -
Deceiving for a while.
In whose bed have you been sleeping?
Sleeping in at night...
When you phoned and said
You had to work late;
Work late, tell me how...?
How could you be such a liar?
A liar who took me for granted,
For granted each and every time...
Time that I can't get back -
Back to the beginning;
Beginning of our mess.
Chorus
Why'd you behave like that..?
There's no getting back to us...
You took us for granted too many times;
You took me for granted but
Now it's my time to shine...
Now I'm unbroken...
I'm unshakeable...
I'm unbelievable...
I'm me...
© Michelle Morris, 2020
My mind is full of jumbled whispers
Whispers coming from each corner
Telling me how I am to be
How I must do everything
The whispers like smoke in my lungs
Filling me with darkness
Why can’t I be who I want to be
Why must the whispers tell me how I am
Why must the whispers travel through every Nerve in my body just to make sure I act how They want me to
I want to scream into the heavens
Tell the whispers this isn’t what I want
But every time I do
The whispers come back stronger
Like a blade to the mind
Slicing until the whispers contaminate my whole Being
I rip and tear at my skin to make the whispers Leave
But all that follows is crimson pooling at my feet
The whispers will always be there
Everywhere I am
Controlling my every move
They will turn me into darkness until all I leave is A path of ash following closely behind me
They will make sure everyone knows the scars They left on my mind
They will make it known that they own me
I will never be who I want to be
Humble Today
My friend is brighter,
her tone stronger,
and her face...
clear.
I can see her spirit...
peering out from the facade,
of perfection.
She is in the center of the storm.
The very eye,
still with breath held,
ready for the next tribulation.
Surrounded by all things,
that are against her,
except You.
I see that.
The beetles try to eat the house,
from its very foundations,
to find them not made of wood,
but stone.
The prayers that surround her,
stronger than diamond,
cut to a new shape,
to give a bright heart...
a true chance to beat.
To be free, from abusive self-doubt,
and embraced with worth.
The value you set God,
the price of Your Son.
Your armor...
Your shield...
for...
her!
Praying Lord,
the moments come at us,
without plan...
the attack fierce and real.
Let the course before all,
be the one...
only You set,
and we follow.
Remember the Sabbath
to keep it holy
free of Shoulds.
A should-free cathedral
of intimate athleticism
romantic
exotic
ecstatic
euphoric
erotic
Exhausts this sabbath light
at long last
widely dawning deeply stronger
and resiliently handsome
dark as night
In virtuously enlightening response
to Saturnight's weekly exorcism
annihilating
exhausting
expiring
Yet another weekday week
weak slow-groan degenerjism
Darkly precipitating
sweaty penetrating night seductive mares
aggravating
congregating
irritating
neighing
sedating
constipating
All my life
I've been waiting for you
my Sunday not not should
embrace every daytime athlete
with unconditional
warm felt regard
Up on two feet
with spiritually natural intent
of sabbath hot passions
including,
but not exclusively hoarding,
frontal poles
and backside holes
Balancing sabbaths neurosensory integrity
extending virally out and virtuously circling in
stretching strength
of bilateral heart pumps
and lung inflations
and limb elations
stretching Sunday loves
and bipartisan 1 plunging into 0
every polynomial weekday
binomial cooperative
co-invested
convexly concaved
not-not straight but spiraling round
wholesome inside/outside balance
In co-empathic sabbath passions
free of shaming Others
preaching teaching virginal should not
remember SaturNightMare's
BlackHole peak experience
anticipating this new athletic Sunday Service
ReMembering
ReIncarnating
ReLigioning Sabbath
to keep it holy
free of Othering Shoulds.
Butterfly, My Love
You have hair like golden silk.
You laugh like clear water running over stones.
Your eyes, they are the color of the sky,
clear or stormy, matters not, they are the same.
You have wings unseen.
I know…
You are going to go places,
far and wide.
You will make a difference,
by touching the lives of others,
in ways you will never understand.
I watch you.
I pray for you.
The world is harsh, but your tenacity is stronger.
Like the rose, you show your charms,
but hold back with thorns to keep boundaries,
laid in stone, by harsh efforts…
the cost to your heart, immeasurable.
You are a gift to me, and to your father.
You are a gift to our family.
Not ours to keep at all,
but to know the love
of God…
and the sheer magnificence,
of his wonder.
Habits at Dawn (Collaboration Contest)
by~ Catie Lindsey
Everything eventually dies
in long hours of neglect
and what remains is not what you think
nor what you suspect.
Guarded safely forty fathoms below
where little white lies and evil intent
cannot swim the bustling tide
of the things strong men invent.
Cruelty in a place
where honor was thrown to the wind
where loyalty meets with lashing out
crushing bones into pulp
shading the flowers bloom
stripping the heart of any hope
that goodness will come soon.
It is safer not to feel
and hearts can't always mend
from fabrication of intent
to swallow you whole
spit you out and then
walk away.
Funny how strong men invent
new means of weakness
casting shadows and pounding dents
into the body of the soul.
The heart stands no chance
with liars who get bored
and concoct evil intent.
by~ Poet Destroyer
As life rebirth the surface
Everything abandon will soon gain custody.
For every lie I will leave you wordless,
and subside your pleasure of gluttony.
You think I will drown with God on my side
All the things you men invent,
are nothing but lies, your evil excuses under disguise.
One day you will be held in content
Honor in what?
The way you think you can slip away.
Loyalty was the shortest subject you ever took.
Turning every wrong page in my book.
You men can strip our heart,
And give us the will of no hope.
I said Nope!
Along will come God,
who will flip my boat again to float.
I will see the goodness!
And feel stronger than I was before.
Mend my heart with new habits to explore.
Swallow the whole world complete.
You will be the one beneath my feet.
Weakness you will find in your own shadow,
once I walk away from your deceit.
Lashing out to bring me near
Never will you hurt me,
or set my heart in tears.
New habits are easy as one two three.
A collaboration with* Catie Lindsey
I woke up this morning and sit here with tears in my eyes.
Her seeing me came as a big surprise.
She has no idea who I might be.
Plus some kind if proof she demanded too see.
she wants me to find the people in her past.
The ones that in this life no longer last.
Asking me to take her back home.
To the house where her and my nephew lived alone.
That house house over 20 years ago.
It's been torn down and all I have are pictures to show.
She talks to that lady that no on else can see
And the boys are always here to some degree.
This is the worse part that we have finally hit.
This day I am not sure I can take.
Starting off with tear as I wake.
Into this day can I make it all fit
Because today stronger I can't seem to get
So I sit there in this room crying alone and venting to you
You can bet this has all taken me by surprise
I have never woke up with tears in my eyes!
An Uncle Charlie Original
© 2010 unclecharlie
Can one remain calm ignoring violence?
Can angry words have the power to infuriate,
or change minds while they are searching
for those answers too uncertain and chilling?
No quest more alluring than this has plagued
me more ardently since the beginning of doubts;
is fairness another will to be desperately contested?
Is patience a burden or a belief nobody holds?
We all worry about tomorrow and the events it will unfold,
nobody can rely on men's promises; they sound good
until they turn bad swiftly diverging from the right path;
hold a steady grip on your convictions without being a wretch!
Flags aren't banners to settle matters on your behalf,
scream louder and make every wall shake
stronger than a devastating earthquake:
they will hear your plea unless they are deaf!
DANCE, DANCE, DANCE
What’s that?... You have two left feet.
We heard that many times.
Why just sit there and watch?
How can we change your mind?
Of course, nobody has two left feet.
What is so hard in moving your feet?
Left, right, left, right for the men,
right, left, right, left for the women.
Come on, it just like marching.
You should be dancing, yes!
If you have not done so, start now.
Dancing is the best exercise, it’s fun.
It involves body and mind.
Dancing moves your body.
It challenges your mind to learn
movements, steps or patterns.
It also encourages you to socialize
for it connects you to others.
Dancing makes you sweat
and helps you reduce weight
for it’s similar to cardio exercise;
but a more subtle form of exercise.
Dancing is gentle to your body,
yet, it enhances your motor fitness or mobility,
improves your balance, increases your flexibility
and you develop agility.
Dancing promotes stronger bones,
tones and strengthens your muscles,
aids your blood flow and circulation,
raises your endurance.
Dancing is good for your coordination,
your lungs, your heart, your emotion.
It gives you vibrancy and energy
as well as a better memory.
Dancing increases your cognitive performance
for you gain mental alertness.
It uplifts you and inspires you
to develop friendships.
Wouldn’t you rather be having fun dancing
than put your body through a rigorous exercise?
You attain the same physical benefits;
you also acquire cognitive benefits.
You should be dancing, dancing, yeah…
for it’s easier on your body and better for your mind.
11/1/20 Hm's And Na's October 2020 Constance La France
Impress Me With An Old Poem (002) Judged 10/16/20 Received: NA