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That first breath you take after one of those times when you feel as though nothing else
could ever matter is one that fills you full of life, and exhilaration. As if a new lease has been
taken out on your existence and you are free to fully understand all that is around you. The
simplistic beauty of nature, and the way things really are. Tall buildings, cars, television, the
toaster oven...these things have no bearing on what really matters.
In that one shining moment when I was alone with myself, I felt like it was just you and I. To
remember these things is like to remember the roads and streets painted on my face with
the tears of happiness, love, joy, sadness, regret, and all emotions in between. The only
moment we were alone, the only moment we existed together without anything but the
infinite. The only moment I was alone with myself to discover who I really was. One in the
same were these moments.
As if we spent every day in the dark until now, you and I, we were always the same...but I
guess I never realized it until now. I speak of, if it wasn't plain enough, of the 'Id'. He is me,
and I am him! I feel as though we truly never experience ourselves in the fullest extents
because we shroud our lives in negativity, worrying about how much money we will make, or
what someone else thinks.
A memory...this is all I have of the shell I once was. A shell that we all used to be! Some
who still exist within these parameters will someday wake with eyes unclothed to see all that
there is. Vibrant color, intoxicating smells, passion around every corner. I feel it, see it,
know it. I am all of these things as every single molecule that represents my structural
makeup is also the same ones that make up every living thing, every inanimate object,
every two hands held as one, and every heart that pumps the blood that keeps us alive.
So we are always searching, and searching, and searching for the things to make us happy
when they're always right in front us, within us if we just want to look hard enough. To fill
your life with positivity will be the greatest gift, and I hope you read this and feel as though I
am taking your hand in mine...and walking off into eternity...for the rest of all of our lives.
The only cure for love....is more love, let positivity set you free.
They Caught Me Young
The first cut is a cut so deep-
Internalising this impression
Has made me stir and creep
With invariable precision!
Great Writers caught me young
Whilst an exploring youth.
Leaning on the sublimely tongue
Exorcised my being uncouth!
Teachers, too, were adept or apt
For immersing head in writ
Could I’ve been Boy so warped
Revelling in the pristine wit?!
Dog-eared, thick or slimy books
Thrilling with dramatic fiction
Themes of satire or comic gooks
Scheming tricks or zany diction...
Grand Scribes from my Loam
In a Renaissance of our own
Goaded by creativity did roam
Till their quest was fully blown...
Making a child want to read
Is forcing an ass a spat to drink
To force-read and fill his head
Is making a fool like to think!
Dambudzo, Achebe and Ngugi
(Cherished Internal Hairdresser)
Adorning domes wisdom’s wig
‘Gainst ignorance th’ oppressor.
*
I’m not like floating dung
Wise men fixed me young!
Yet, dome is a half full tin
Striving, more wit to win!
Sharing our minds in Soup
Rewards the entire group!!
*
A legacy from the great Writers
Left me a Poet punishing self
Perfection that I seek to get
Is a constrictor that squeezes
Choking, popping my eyes out.
I dig gnarled knuckles in hair
Teasing brain a gist to catch.
I goad tired legs to move
Stirrups digging sallow flanks,
To climb hills to dizzy heights,
Cross oceans with itchy brine.
Searching elusive enlightenment
I sing till my voice is so hoarse
To postulate concept in limbo.
The way how I abuse myself
Although I churn solid verse
The Muse will not be amused!
*
Write from your heart
Follow no map or chart
Art is mercury in shape
Take after the landscape
Liquid Metals that flow
Towards where it is low!
*
My Mentor simply took me across
Teaching me to be my own boss,
Adult, although in his wit I relish
My own effort I must now cherish!
JM
26th Oct’ 2013
Time after time
Truth always Prevails
Tis Cheaten heart
time I was having my taxes done
In this room.. quietness spread
Then came this girl..
stood in front of me
Then loudly she said..
Hi! You don't know me
But I know you
I said Really.. you do?
Who are you?
She then smiled.. and said
I am the other woman
I know your husband
I looked at her and said
I am sorry.. You must be mistaken
I am not married
Then she said unto me..
Oh.. ya.. of course
you did just get a divorce
ok.. well I know your X husband
I also know his son..
Very well.. too
see.. I had them both..
you know.. I am good what I do
But I didn't get the pleasure
of having Your only son.. too
I then said.. Oh.. I see..
I knew.. tis Cheaten heart
Truth was already
revealed unto me
That is why.. I took the course
Of giving him a divorce
He wanted to be free..
For God revealed
this man.. his Love was Not for real..
This man never loved me
he just want.. what I had
Tis.. was money
But to do with my son
You shall not have
For my son.. does take after me..
See.. we both are the same
We believe..
The One.. whom your with.. tis all you need
If not.. then you tell them so.. let them go
Then I said.. well I do hope you enjoy
Tis X husband for I no longer am Married to him..
and you can have him and his son too
Then my name was called..
She then said.. Thanks.. I will.. still.. after all
Your X.. He didn't want you
For you are considered to be
Some miss goody to-shoo
For You belong to this..???
one whom you.. think Tis True..
This ??? Jesus Christ..
I don't know.. But you do
I smiled and said.. Yes.. I do..
For With Jesus.. He is Always True..
Never lies.. nor plays games..
He WAS-IS-ALWAY the SAME
Time after time
Truth always Prevails
Come to Jesus.. For He Is The Way.. The Truth.. The Life
Come be saved.. Walk and Follow in His Ways
Always in Love.. Peace.. Hope
Values.. Standards.. Morals.. and Truth
Form:
Opening of Star Trek . . .
"Space . . . the final frontier . . .
These are the voyages of the Starship Enterprise
Its five year mission :
To explore strange new worlds . . .
To seek out new life; new civilizations . . .
To boldly go where no one has gone before!"
Uhura: Captain, can you imagine it was suppose to be five years and we are
celebrating our fifty year anniversary!
Captain Kirk: Where does the time go, Uhura, I am feeling old.
Uhura: Me too, I have white hair. But we have left lasting effects on
culture ! Generations have watched us.
Captain Kirk: Oh yes, and there were many INTERESTING scenes . . .
Uhura: hummmm..... do you remember our kiss?
Captain Kirk: (laughing) How could I forget!!
Uhura: Our lips never touched.
Captain Kirk: That's not how I remember it . . . I recall take after take!
Pretty darn sure our lips touched . . .
Uhura: Yeah, our lips touched! It was the first interracial kiss and
caused quite a storm!
Captain Kirk: I remember . . . the sponsors threatened to pull the ads.
Urhua: Yes, and there was an avalanche of hate mail too. How silly!
Captain Kirk: Fascinating isn't it that a kiss in space could cause that much
reaction, we are lucking they did not self destruct us!
Urhura: . . . . or beam us back to earth . . .lol
Captain Kirk: Oh . . sweet memories, for this old man, we sure did boldly
go to some strange new worlds, it was quite the journey.
Uruha: Well so long Captain and as our friend Spock would say:
"Live long and prosper." Kiss, Kiss
_____________________________
September 3, 2016
Poetry/Narrative/A Five Year Mission
Copyright Protected, ID 16-825-392-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Humans shaming us with deeds vile as any satanic rite
Lumps of flesh dumped in alleys under cover of darkness
Blessed not to know life, spared a sorry plight
From biological parents who met to sate compelling desires of the flesh
Irresponsibility and weakness combining to abandon fruits of fleeting carnal lust
Visiting shady clinics manned by leeches fuelled by greed
Their outlook distorted from vending Death, while Hippocrates’s oath gathers dust
Pall bearers to that love which drowns the child after flowering the seed
Clinics flourishing on mankind’s myriad perversions – enticing doom
For their ability to delve into the realms of the unknown
Long before the end of nature’s cycle in the womb
At will deciding those destined to perish and those deemed fit to breathe on
Society, a bad joke in any part of the world, has decreed
Those born out of wedlock to live in the fringes
Pondering not the fate of those victims of misdeeds
The hapless women who've suffered man’s intemperate binges
Spare a thought for those luckless women
Whose conscience forbids them from killing the child within
Those who had motherhood forced upon them
And bring forth the child only to be damned as living in sin
How heartless can we get, denizens of a world bound by lofty tenets
Hypocrites all, we have condemned them to a life of shame
Victims of betrayed trust, lust and the wretched Fates
How life makes them suffer, they become indifferent to pain
Rearing children of fiendish lineage
Praying fervently that their children don’t take after them
Transition from repressed childhood to youth, knowledge to rage
The tussle is deadly, and the winner Abel or Cain
You’re certainly missing out
Whilst you’re fooling about
And you’re swimming in doubt
So I shall certainly you out-rout
I’d advise you to be on the lookout
For I’m your rival, far more worthy a scout
Take heed or you’ll end up looking like a lout
All I can tell you for now is that you’re missing out
While you’re looking away
Twirling in relentless dismay
Your insolence successfully leads you astray
So He finds me in greater favour every day
Unlike you, I’m eloquent with words that gently sway
The God with whom for hours on exhausted knees I stay
‘Till the last hour of the night a dear prayer to say
With heartfelt sobs and a submissive heart I pray away
I whisper, “Dear God of mercy, show me your face
For I am a sinner in need of Your saving Grace
For years in meditation and supplication I’ll chase
The benedictions You bestow unto the winners of the race
The so-called ‘faithful’ ones who cautiously pace
In the promising path which for them You daily trace”
I solemnly utter, “My heart with Love and Faith do interlace
So I can one good day be worthy of seeing Your glorious face”
If you were smart, you’d take after me
Vigilant and sober at all times you’d be
So from the snares of the enemy you’d easily flee
Who’s literally got you down on one knee
Yet too proud you are for your life to give an earnest plea
No diligence whatsoever for efforts to be free
Indeed that thief I am, the thief of grace, you see
Watch out, or you’ll lose all your blessings to me
The disaster is growing before my eyes
The terror and trouble I fear
I have my fears to keep me grounded
with some air left to breathe
All I see is re(a)d all over you
The anger in those eyes
matched by mine
You'd never come after me
or so I feel
but I take after you
reverting back to my old way
lost in all my frustration
and crumbling the world around me
A few weeks down this path
and its already left its mark
If you love me you wouldn't leave
to teach me a lesson
But help me escape and heal
from all that I fear
I won't compromise to make only you happy
You said you're doing this for me
So it's either you or another
I thought you were on my level
not one above me
belittling me
wanting me to disappear again
I feel this way
lost inside
articulation just can't describe
I see storms and tornadoes
and you feel the aftermath
But did you know it's safest in the eye?
On my level
two as one
always and forever
as I've been told
This lapse of absence is debilitating me
Cause I never feel that hold
To be at the breaking point of one so predictable
If we can't get through this
not many will survive
natural disasters of natural feelings
"for children who were broken"
trying to mend and to heal
searching for a confidant
for eternity of time
Nights to think and ponder over
before I give in again
Will you come back to me
and find shelter in the eye of the storm
as my closest, dearest friend?
And so it begins … my crew will over treat themselves to ample chocolate for I have just stuffed our pantry sweetly-full again:
No one will know why the stocked, offered sweets, meant to last
about a week were otherwise offed before two full days passed;
All will be equally mute and dumb about sweet crumbs in play
room, den, beds, and chocolate lint-hit debris I find in pockets;
No one will claim a food mess made and left to be discovered,
no, they will all blame pals, fictitious gerbils and each other;
When a sweet ingredient vanishes that I bought for a recipe,
no family peep will be able to describe or imagine its demise;
and, despite my threat of live yard burial, they take my choc favs
that are small, round and perfectly top off their chocolate cereal.
I have a good-sized, hidden, box with drawers full of the best stuff.
Looking thru cleaning products would be conduct void of any profit
so, I am confident my stash, by child or spouse, will never be found.
I often hide in my closet to suck or chew my way to chocolate heaven.
When eat-hiding, I cuss about my kids lack of any mature desires
raring to thread a needle of ambition to sew up some consideration.
All of my offspring take after their Dad; they are myopic and episodic.
They overeat, overly zoned out on electronics like lab rats on narcotics.
They came over from the barn as quickly as they heard.
They were going to be stern. I laughed and said “absurd!”
Two backed down quickly, Uncle Nick and Cousin Peter.
My grandpa backed up and away, about two centimeter.
We came to tell you to stop your wild women ways.
We want you to be your utmost self, no more carousing days.
You need to settle down like your mother and the rest of the herd.
I threw back my head, laughing. “I will never be your kind of nerd!”
They huffed and they coughed, and they glared at me hard.
They forgot for a minute I take after my Daddy, Milard.
He heard the commotion and came up to give them a word.
Stop being so bossy, he told them. Your aggression is totally absurd.
I get my love of life from my dad, and they should know that by now.
They went back to the barn in a huff. Nick kicked over a sweet dairy cow.
Why do they do this? I asked Daddy, who rolled his eyes into his head.
They are from your mother’s side, he started to say but quickly shut up instead.
For mother was standing there listening to us hard with her ears.
She was the kind of wild thing that made those three bosses always appear.
They could not control me, she said to me, after I met your dad.
So I got it from both sides. I am big, brassy, bold, beautiful and bad!
Sweet baby, I bought you a soft blanket -
vanilla with tender dots, a llama attached,
to welcome you into this chilly world.
And darling girl, I whispered prayers for you,
on nights you spent in the dark womb -
with rumbling of voices and pulsing heartbeat.
Your mama dear, they told her to abort,
but we held your wee hands as we hoped
because we believe in life not death.
Your mama miscarried your sibling,
swept away to the lullaby room in heaven.
I see he or she laughing with glee upon God’s lap.
A mama’s love so strong but body weak,
a mama who carries you in every thought.
A father, with pride, and provision, who waits.
A mama who’d close her eyes but did not die.
She slipped and careened off the road, passing out,
and you tumbled, wondering what it was all about.
You, baby, wanted to live with all your might,
even with a hole in your heart and fright.
Looking for the light, to pass into another world.
Thus tossed and turned, with emotions worn outside
your trusting birthday suit, oh angel dear, you died.
Mama, daddy, and grandma cry, affected inside.
And your grandma dear, my best friend, so strong.
With tears, I say, you take after her, you tried.
Two of heaven’s gifts, they wait for family, they play.
12/19/16