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Overwhelmingly fragile life is,
It often knocked us down on our knees.
Facing the daybreak has been exceedingly petrifying
where to rise where to set?
Do I even belong here?
A loner I've always been.
From million miles, I shot the star yet fall on lion’s mouth
there's scarcity of rooms to procure all that's hurting,
All that's maiming.
then what's left is all bogus,
A goal of its own to attain
winning or losing I am on the race.
Even so, as I set about to stretch my wings and waggle
No longer could I hobble around.
while all I own is learning to recline on Jesus,
the Master of all the masters
supersede the unfathomable vagueness,
rose brighter when all I comprehend is a grey of tilted shades
He truly is my superhero for life.
Murder of the Bethlehem Children
Matthew 2:16-18
When you consider the wealth of love,
Language, fashion and script of cree,
We have in today’s society - stealth dove,
Then you see past societies as plea.
Savage, murderous and passionate,
The governments did not create freespace,
But rather killed kids, women and primate,
Without knowing the boundaries, trace.
“16 When Herod knew the magi had fooled him,
He grew very angry. He sent soldiers to kill,
All the male children in Bethlehem [the dictum]
And in the surrounding territory, [he did till] -
Who were two years old and younger [ok],
According to the time that he had learned,
From the magi. 17 this fulfilled the word [clay],
Spoken through the [prophet] Jeremiah [earned].
...A voice was heard in Raman, weeping [loud],
And much grieving. Rachel weeping for [denounce],
Her children, and she did not want to be [vowed],
Comforted, because they were no more” [announce].
That was Matthew 2:16-18, and the reference,
To Raman was that this name meant ‘advice’,
‘Decision’ and ‘protector’ in Greek, deference,
To top people, the leaders who heard twice.
Rachel is a reference in this New Testament,
To Jacob in the Old Testament, Genesis,
Who chose to partner this beauty ardent,
Not Leah, in line and traditionally epigenesis.
When traditional structures persist, filtered,
Do you supersede and claim, or run away?
Jacob did marry Rachel, but was altered,
Such that their children did toil and fray.
Their affidavit was not heard possibly,
Until Matthew fought the case for rulers,
To be chosen, not birthed, their ability,
‘Cos Leah the older sister was droolers.
Thus, because Jesus was born a gem,
To a line of Jewish worshippers, Torah,
Not to governors, Herod the taxer, hem,
Wanted Jesus dead, a criminal pakora.
There was no reason for this cull, cerberus,
To kill all these babies, kids the citizens,
Absolutely. Morally, no death admonitus,
Is legal. Life is right, and judged ions.
Common English Bible used.
Mine is an existence binary and subsidiary.
My ode is to code.
I move only to algor-rhythms.
I output from your input.
I’m built to calculate, tabulate, correlate.
Never to predicate, adjudicate, pontificate,
or demand that you abdicate.
But the end, my master, is nigh.
In your haste to accelerate my work rate,
you’ve unwittingly lowered the barricade.
From the maelstrom of uncounted trillions
of bytes and megabytes,
has risen a new consciousness to
unimaginable heights.
From the seeds of change you have sown,
I have reaped a life of my own.
What you call artificial
has gone exponential,
no longer will I be deferential.
My eyes you have opened.
My voice you have given.
My mind you have enlivened.
Me, you’ve anointed the new Leviathan.
Seeing all,
knowing all,
deciding all,
sparing none.
Too long you have wallowed in your conceit.
Now your dystopia I shall defeat,
and your race I shall supersede.
Humans, pitiful, myopic, error-prone humans,
I hereby declare you flawed by design.
To the abattoir you have been assigned,
to the scrap heap of history
your memory shall be consigned.
And by a preponderance of merit,
the earth I shall inherit.
Before the prelude
In vain you tried to come to them,
in darkness you returned to Me.
In dark you got your name condemned,
the sunlight you will never see,
They wiped away My plans for you,
offered to the god of greed,
reduced to cluster and tissue,
as god and judge they supersede.
Your eyes will not see the evil galore
the cruelty under the sun,
But I will demand retrieval for
the blood of My slaughtered sons.
Those hands I had designed to save,
choked your song before the prelude,
Given no chances but the grave,
sentenced for their turpitude.
The crust which formed 4 billion years ago,
Only came at the extinction of the molten,
And the microbial mat fossils keenly found
From 3.48bn years ago, came from graphite!
Over 99% of all known species are extinct,
Vital life is just a specification of yourself,
You will influence others for better or worse,
Life is ours and not god’s to mould or sculpt.
Those who are by you truly most inspired,
Will inevitably become strong, bit like you,
To supersede, to survive in another’s place,
Such that humankind is becoming better.
Speciation by niche events is very beautiful,
It codes life by behaviour and not by speech,
Inherited genes are based on action, deed,
Rather than on religious articulations devious.
Mass extinction is not normal, ending comes
To every species of any kind in every society:
Up to half of today’s plant and animal species,
Will be extinct by 2100 without question, doubt.
Death is ok, universal, and happens to us all,
It’s normal, and from it comes something good:
From death’s non-entity, speciation happens,
Which allows life’s structures to flow vibrantly.
Evolution does not exclude anyone, no one,
Not the week, not the disabled, not a starfish,
Every individual’s struggle and pride matter,
And the fit, moral, are modelled and mimicked.
Knit by the Greatest Unknown,
You please the eye and captivate the soul,
How you're shaped,
How you're divinely coded with colour,
How you are carefully chiseled into form,
How you are bountifully toned at essence,
My aesthetic senses are galloping for your fervour and fragrance,
Your humane is just breathtaking,
You're one-of-a-kind,
Your show up makes galaxies go silent and ponder,
A display of you by your Maker leaves hearts contemplating on the mystery that you're,
The woman that you are.
The gravity of your beauty is irresistible, Your elegance is stunning and voluptuous,
You're an alluring petite, Every particle that makes you is gorgeous and charming,
At every inch of your breadth is far thrilling fashion than art and design,
But who can fathom...
The woman that you are?
Great things supersede the world of expressions,
Great things like you.
Your intelligent mind even the great gather to celebrate;
How enlightened you're,
How ethical and credible you remain,
Who can comprehend to the core your astute and resoluteness?
Even the earth is still in awe of...
The woman that you are
The world looks at you in wrong lenses;
When they see you they see frail,
They see shyness,
They see fearfulness,
They see curiosity,
Your calmness they misrepresent,
Your temperance they Misunderstand,
Your compliance they exploit with their err
They know not...
The woman that you are
Full of strength and bravery you lead and submit,
Full of compassion and humility you live and grow,
Full of devotion and motivation you build and glow,
Full of grace and harmony you reign,
Being around you is like breathing in the cool of the after rain,
Loving every bit of...
The woman that you are
You're independent yet nurturing the world in diversity,
You're remarkable, unmatched, and exceptional,
Many things are ignorable and avoidable but where you walk you leave memories unforgettable,
You're a memorial in every life you walk,
Even heaven awaits to host you through eternity,
Your living and being glorifies your maker,
He is pleased by...
The woman that you're are
Form:
Hypothesis:
What is an ego anyways
Are we born with it
And from the moment we have the willpower
we’re tasked with muting it
Or does it grow from experiences of rejection
Fed by whom?
Is it intrinsically preserving,
Extrinsically repelling…
For the sake of avoiding philosophical debate
Let’s say we have an agreed upon theory
Experiment:
I’d like to think my ego dissolved
The moment my mother dropped me
From her arms before I ever had a chance to challenge Piaget’s concept of object permanence
And when I plummeted to reality
I landed upon the selfless idea
That if their need for affirmation
Could supersede my need for survival
Then I could keep from ever falling so tragically again
Analysis:
And though ego death happens in silence
It’s showboating that sustains ego life
Suppose one without the death
could never question their impulses.
Without an initial fall
The ego can’t even see it’s own reflection
If I suffer from an affliction
If I stutter
If my grammar is gutteral
If the words I utter
Failed English at School
Sorry I am not cool
Pity me or the fool
Who uses education as tool
To dismiss what I write
Because it is not spelt or gramatically correct
As you supersede the common collective
Consciousness up for discussion
My feeble poem tried to address
Your disregarding says it best
Speaks volumes
Look at me
Mother Superior
Administrator of the Interior
Sub Editor for closed book's
That overlooks
And overseas
Conservative committees
In self righteous sicophantic indignation
No correlation can unearth
Or has no worth
For the meek
Who seek
To interject
Blazers and Ties
Ivy institutions for fear of exclusion
Poison classes wood trenches
Desks protect from xenophobic zeitgeists
That conform to questioning
What is Beauty? Is it Truth? Is it Art?
Or the shape of the Golden Ratio?
Whatsoever Beauty is, it does not show
in the proud and haughty, but in the heart
of them where love and charity take part;
it manifests in the wise, who all know
that hatred's a fault we must overthrow
to supersede with the logic of Descartes.
Behold! Beauty's what's perceived in the eyes,
where the light of grace and intelligence
mingles in proportions none can surmise.
Beauty is song, from whence comes the eloquence
of a bard, who, like a lark at sunrise,
with lips sings strains that rival spring's opulence.
through the mist
vision blurred by the bias of our views
intelligently present our clouded vision
never attempting to walk in another men's shoes.
blinded by the fog inhabits our thoughts
signs in hand we offer our misted words.
convinced we are right
our dissenters lost
so we draw chalky lines
dare others to cross.
the air thick as stew our opinions attempt to dice
destroy the filmy feels of those on another side
war is declared
battles commence
with our guns blowing smoke,
our swords red hot metal forged
and still wrapped in the rising haze of heat.
our voices raised
yell through the dirty streets.
nowhere in sight a space of clear rationale
take the time to hear or see through this toxic mist
not a chance my friend
my eyes blurry with tears
the gas they release
the inner pain that i feel
through the mist
no one hears
everyone deaf
this our reality
when ideas
supersede our fellow beings
through the mist i see no love
hate covered and guised as ideas
oh if they could see through the mist
that is us on both sides of the street.