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OBSCURITY
I watched myself crash into the mud,
Through the obscurity I could see traces of who I was.
The reflection of the innocent punctual me,
Staring pathetically as my demons devoured me.
Those guilty eyes still craves for beautiful things.
My demons still knows how to care for it's desires.
I pondered aimless at the hands that held me subdued to do the unthinkable
I lay in the dust waiting to be blown away by the wind to a quiet place, where I can deal with the cruel compelling voices whispering and cheering against me.
With my mind, I wrote stories of victories yet to come.
Victories of me soaring away from my conflicting and divided being
To touch the moonlight that lay dormant anticipating my freedom.
I twitched my ear to the sweet whispers and humming of nature through the wild breeze, and the merriment of the trees, gave me something to dream for.
I sank deeper into the air
Was it in my thought?
Only time knows the history of how far I am determined to fight
While awaiting reality to set me bail from the unrealistic.
I stood, gazing deeply into the troubled and restless sea.
Although it was fierce and intimidating
But It was lonely and pitiful
Or was it my eyes of which it reflected?
My mind is exhausted and conflicted that somehow it fails to recognise fears of it's own.
I seem invisible yet the dangers recognise me.
I tore my skin, digging in to find clues that hid tactically, but still showed it's presence and existence
Why do I live a shadow when I can turn around and catch butterflies to add fancy?
My mind is happier, so i thought!
It can dwell on sweet memories of itself, while I turn to see ashes of burnt past that I wish were never born.
The heart, who knows can build it's own feelings and emotions but I, i am a slave that follows its compellation which I can neither obey or quit.
I can only add zest to my furrows and anger so I can supposedly call it a smile
While I sink speechlessly into the obscurity.
But everything might be okay.
I’d rather live in the now than the past, which was already tied .
I understood that it was just how I am; it's not a pity.
My dad once talked with his sisters about their behavior towards my mum,
and still visited them and made his time free for them for coffee or some.
My mum always told my dad, "Why do you always call them? Message them? When they didn't even remember your birthday or don't even respond to you."
But my dad kept to himself how he felt about them: "I don't care about what they are doing. I am doing what a brother does and a father who wants the best for his kids.
Still visiting keeps the family group intact; I don't care if their behavior fits."
My mum is a person who doesn't care when they don't care and doesn't go further.
Still, I always saw her treating them with respect when they encountered her by coincidence, where she just let out a murmur.
I remember my uncle not wanting to see his sister ever again.
My dad told that their other sister said to him, "How can you be so sure of that? He just says it like that. It's still his sister; still, his heart burns. He would do everything to let her forgo."
My dad did lose his temper sometimes,
but he would still break his sister's man's both legs if he did anything to her, many times.
Out of respect for themselves and their dad, they considered still keeping a distance from her, for everything she did.
Now I understand why I smiled on the bus seeing my failed crush again.
I once shared my feelings with him.
Even though he did bad things and so did I, there are us both to blame.
But after stepping off the bus, I felt bad doing that, smiling at him.
Because I want to heal myself and keep it on one level.
I lost feelings already,
but not the love tragedy.
Not romantically,
but choosing to be tactically.
So it's okay to smile again.
whittlin' away
- an essay
I went to buy a pocketknife
recently for a preteen I know,
a small boy with wide dreams
and spaces to live in that match
The usual hardware haunt was
quite limited in its selection,
so I went online to find the perfect
treasure for an eight-year-old
There was a wide array of
overpriced stilettos and bayonets
but nothing of simple sturdiness
for boys with a woodsman's mindset
So I went to the long-established
area gun and tackle shop in search of
a small locking blade that a boy
could rub and oil and admire
The sales clerk showed me several
walls of hundreds of knives
that in all probability included
a full-size replica of a Jim Bowie
broad knife with blood channel
I naively asked if they had any
not quite so - lethal
He replied no, all they carried
anymore where "tactical" knives
I wondered what sort of tactics
a eight-year-old who might still
think little girls were "icky"
would be in need of contemplating
When I was a boy, all boys
carried pocketknives as a point
of practicality, whittlin' away our
childhood, by shavings and curlings
The thought of hand-to-hand tactics
regarded only to arm wrestling
and sneaking past authorities
meant parents and teachers - to play
Tactically bypassing metal detection
and doing terminal bodily harm
to anyone was completely unknown
to our innocence and, too, to society
"Tactical" pocketknives for boys (or anyone)
is a present-day mindset of our own
fear- and bravado-driven selves
that we would sleep better without
Nine and eleven are odd numbers
that do not add up to an even world
Even though we profess better selves,
our current example falls short
Little boys know not, and should care not,
for such murderous dreams.
I, too, care not for this.
It may be true, someday, if we, as people, will it
© Goode Guy 2012-10-13
Like a mission you came tactically as if you're a hero,
You neutralized my heart intently without hesitation,
Just like a specialized cop you impressed me though,
And like a naive warrior I was fell with your actuation.
I never dare mesmerize you to lead the trail towards me,
Nor entice you just to show I've got a new buddy of my heart,
Nevertheless, I never gambit you to love me by plea,
In fact, you just forcibly enter into my den so smart.
Knowing you're my destiny, I trusted you wholeheartedly,
Believing every words you disclosed, you bewitched me so badly,
But every pieces of your hidden agenda investigated vigorously,
Bingo! I discerned the truth beyond reasonable doubt discreetly.
You are as rogue as insurgent like we used to eliminate,
Such a treacherous kind and sham alibis to totally hate,
You turned my life into a war zone, I don't care about my fate,
There's no other way but to quit before it's too late.
Unknowingly, God is such an enigmatic author to my story,
Since I am a damsel in distress, He sends me a knight in shinin' armour,
From nowhere a tough yet compassionate man crossed the said border,
Piece by piece my torn heart cautiously fixed by that army.
No amount of depths can deter if your intention is pure,
Or either a disaster can intimidate you if your love is true,
Cultures might be a big differences, it's not an obstruction for sure,
Because true love conquers all and torment is about to cure.
Combating the misery I've felt before is quite an inferno,
Yet an intruder sneak the terrain through my being like an ammo,
Invading my camp and save my bloody heart as such a Commando,
And as I open my eyes I realized you're my other half as I know.
They used to call it the Empire State.
But the empire isn't doing too great.
Democrats in power, big ideas they plan.
Too bad for the middle class and the forgotten man.
Low-income high rise in your village
Middle class won't escape the general pillage.
Congestion and crime, they'll surely bring,
Practical doesn't matter, ideals are everything.
Landlords, its coming, statewide rent control.
They think you fat cats should be in a hole.
Squatters' rights beat your rights, so you can't evict.
Pols keep finding new ways, troubles to inflict.
Borders wide open, worldwide crooks pour in
MS-13, Venezuelan gangs, we lose, they win.
Homeless camps appear, old diseases arise.
Politicians let a killer loose, and Laken Riley dies.
They say, "Just pack your bags, if you disagree
We don't need you, go to Florida or Tennessee
Idaho, Montana the stampede fills them in
Locals priced out, waters rise, can you swim?
Shoplifters know hundreds of items can go.
No downside, they end up rolling in dough.
For assault, arrests are made but holding is rare,
If you're the next victim, guess who doesn't care.
A store owner could ask, what am I working for,
Just to watch my goods exit out the door?
I know people who no longer walk at night.
Hard to believe pols didn't do this from spite.
They'll remove your oil and natural gas.
You can't pay the AC, but more laws they'll pass.
They'll remove merit from the medical schools.
don't crash getting out, you'll be mended by fools.
What they really believe they tactically hide
Till you elect them, then the four horsemen ride
No room for the little guy, the pols feel disdain.
Look out the window, you're on a runaway train.
Reading Out Loud...
Plus applying index finger as pointer guide
(take that Missus Wells),
who best not take objection, hence let snide
blackboard barbed comment dultifully slide
chalked up and emanating
from gentleman with pride
and prejudice toward third grade teacher,
whose archaic rubric, I no longer abide
when a student at Henry Kline,
he now doth elide
ridiculous bans Boyer Grade School
instituted), who undoubtedly Gracefully yells
from her grave, against these codas long defied
condemned, exorcised, forbidden taboos,
nonetheless tactically helped this pied
piping peter pan, an aging (intellectual baby
boomer bookworm) as his tried
and true knowledge bank account swells
conviction communicating wide
across avast web donning
and/or trumpeting averring,
he always decried
"FAKE" arrogance, conceit, egotism,...
which learning my methodology quells ride
ding high crest of aspiration an aside
to increase cerebral deteriorating multicells,
thus lessening the smarts for suicide
this technique fosters enhanced cognition,
galvanization, pronunciation, et cetera,
whereby vocalizing words,
while ensconced backside
voicing, learning idea
constituting each sentence,
(within figurative nutshells) decide
dutiful dogged diligence involves eyesight,
mandibular interaction
jabbering, sans oral jawbreader divide
aided by vocalization augmentation allows,
enables, and provides groundswells
flowing fun like joyride
with incorporation to hear
nasal twang only downside
syllabification altogether garnering
boost to comprehension outstride
ding learning taking paradigm nationwide.
Special Action Force, “By Skills and Virtue, We Triumph”....
Hail to you heroes who fought until their last breath!
No fear to face the awaiting door of death.
As you defend and secure our Motherland especially the youth.
At the hour of battle field you gave your best,
As you tactically crawled only to range the said target.
Mike 1, Bingo! Mission accomplished you eliminate the terrorist.
You save not only the innocent citizenry but the whole state.
But at the time of extraction, treacherous rebels pop-out,
From nowhere they came to destroy you mercilessly.
Quite heartbreaking that reinforcement you shout!
But nobody came as you expected them desperately.
We are not callous how you feel that very tragic moment,
When everyone of you is running out of bullet...
When each of you wanted to hear the voices of your love ones in your lowest...
When you brave troopers stand still even blood spurting out and you just fight!
You are but the true heroes that will never been forgotten,
The warriors of elite force that every Filipino now proven.
Betrayal is such a torment, but SAF Family will tactfully proceed,
Because you fallen 44 heroes deserved JUSTICE in the end.
A special breed of men like you will never just die nor fade away,
But like a TAGALIGTAS logo you will be a world significant.
Indeed, you just leave a good trace in the Philippine history,
Salute to all of you fallen 44 SAF heroes and to all full blooded SAF!
MAY THE FORCE BE WITH YOU!!!
AWWWOOOOOOOOOAAAHHH!!!
Horse
Sixteen point three hands high sparkled with sparkles
with a sparkling bay colour covering his coat
shimmering in even the darkest of the darkles
every part of him had a shimmering mote
a white mane that shines with shinning confidence
shines in the breeze with sparks of shine
scintillating skin which scintillates his somnolence
makes me scintillated on top of his spine.
Gleamed with a gleaming personality that’s bold
stands out through his gleams of gleaming content
glittering playfulness in the sun glitters gold
making glitters express jubilation to no extent
happiness glistens from humans around him
glistening while he glistens his manicured hooves
his glowing blithe glows from every limb
which glows glowing specimens every time he moves.
Twizzles fly when he trots dazzling footprints
as he twizzles smoothly into twizzle-less canter
tactical movements tactically give no hints
when tactics win his magical enchanter
his spotless saddle twinkles the rider
to twinkle them both into twinkling stars
a perfect showjumper tenably a glider
reaching tenable levels spectacularly to mars.
Harriet Louisa Ward
30/07/2021
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Final fifteen minutes of wait
All the fears are building up
But there's no pressure release valve
So you better hold it together, stay cool
Cooler than the sweat running down your spine
Looking at others and their poker faces
As if you all went to different acting schools
All pretending to be the killers of the room
Reminding you to rehearse your moves
Forecasting what others will do
Now you're feeling tactically superior
Jumping in excitement you're ready to go
Damn starter, please don't take long...
The pistol fires, stampede ensues
Your body knows where to move
Mind ogling if it's looking good
Sealing the choice of your group
A moment of relaxation though you're racing on
The next heartbeat your painless state is gone
The agony begins but you can't fold
Survive a little more and clear your thoughts
Focus on what's ahead and who to attack
With the last two hundred and fifty remaining
You accelerate pass a group of victims
They're foolish to retaliate on the bend
Now it's straight to the finish line
You've been seeing red for a while
But the question is who can do it a little longer
You know you won't break first, pushing on
Sacrificing a piece of your soul
You pay the price to wear that gold
"Power to the People" doesn't mean anything but realizing your inner ingredients are dignified and can be displayed through your physical
When one realizes their own innate potential
The impact of togetherness will become a desire & the want to lead from a group of encouraging individuals
"Power to the People" isn't indignant
Unfortunately most minds don't use their full divine thought process to create a group of social independence
So when the mind hears "Power to the People" one automatically thinks revolt
Instead of Hope
Although after hearing the phrase could be tactically convincing
However the word phrase may need clarity
"Power to the People" can just mean a One Republic Calvary
We as people must realize the importance of unity
Its sad we sometimes disenfranchise ourselves & misleads our youths to believe segregation creates a better financial opportunity
When truly separation genuinely disintegrate
"Power to the People" withstands against evil leading from a divided class of one oppressing the next to misuse trust
"Power to the People" is to help us gain reliance
Because when political regimes establish laws conveniently offending the people
Eventually
"All we got is us"