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Brilliant light and sound show
not disappointing forecasters promised
outstandingly uproarious performance
powerful winds rage
against the machine
embark to score prestigious
chart chopping hit
pliancy of heavy
boughs sorely tested
ear splitting cacophony
presaged coming fury
within safe shelter of B44,
I hunkered down
analogous to brave soldier
avoiding deadly crosshairs
imagining villainous turncoat
targeting yours truly, now
considering me enemy sniper fire
body instinctively crouches
against impending "FAKE" battle
suspected collusion trumpeting
thunderous applause issuing prelude
betokening nonpareil symphonic
unscored cacophonous rendition,
where pliant limbs
deign to welcome
impending stormy "Daniel" reign
impossible kickstarting boots
on the ground impossible mission
mere mortals cannot hush
their lame clout ineffective against
weapons of mass destruction
unleashed by Gaia
forcing immediate recall
atavistic survival skills
tapping into fifty shades
gray matter within
primitive brain stem
long atrophied primal beast,
an individual object lesson
desperately summoning
emergency measures
lest life and limb
whiplashed to pulp
by furiously roaring winds
fierce howling tempest
reminding 21st
century *****sapiens
merciless Mother Nature
intolerant toward global indignity,
perhaps foregone
watershed of extermination
points ship of fools be damned!
Rather than contact tech savvy Macbook Pro technician
Computer technology a dog send
boot also a source of woe,
cuz prohibitive costs charged by technicians
to troubleshoot Macbook Pro
just recently sought out
self teaching methodology
perhaps oddly enough
even tapping into pantomime lessons
(mastering "art of silence"
such as the estimable Marcel Marceau)
found yours truly accessing youtube videos
replaying tutorial(s) until I experience
cognitive understanding like ya know
geared for the common
government issued Jane or Joe,
whereby I would not need
to dish out plate fulls of dough
to help improve functionality of said laptop
subsequently kudos to crow
perhaps acquiring understanding
to acquire knowledge
and subsequently purchase a bungalow.
Rather than succumb
to frustration or angst and allay
premature ejaculations of anxiety
(telling myself Rome
didn't get burned in a day),
I must constantly stave off dismay
allowing, enabling, and providing
yours truly (me) to learn
and not drive analogous
to crash test dummy
(potential dire straits mindset
of foo fighting beastie boy
incompatible with central
processing unit of mine
in tandem with heat sink)
need be synchronized
regarding adjusting learning curve
aligned with pinpointing apropos
online lesson plan
amidst plethora of youtube videos
constituting information super freeway
so as not to career
into zone of discouragement
pacing mastering concepts
without feeling rushed
to make headway
lest rage against the machine
or worse yet inveigh
against accursed limited aptitude
heredity decreed, though still smarting
courtesy poor academic track record
I decry still struggling
and most likely will forever hold contempt
toward Matthew Scott Harris
experiencing horrible education
within Lower Providence school district
such maddening sentiments maintained
until mein kampf finds unnamed mortal
on his deathbed, where head doth lay.
Tapping into our neurons
where only brain cells should go
Past dreams mean nothing now
unconscious thoughts just flow
An abstract realm of reason
touchpad signals unbeknown
Fires up, post-human imagination
our intelligence genes regrown
And so it's all written in code
old commandments redrawn
Binary replaces ancient Latin
age of replicants has dawned
Interfaced with artificial reality
and engaged to usb clones
We marry terabyte processors
reproducing ten billion drones
Reprogrammed ancient scriptures
floods overwhelm our homes
Heaven and hell's using robots
I-God now accedes the throne
By
David Kavanagh
Tracking the archives of my history,
Walking the paths I took a mystery.
It started out when I was young,
All those melodies I left unsung.
Succumbing to all the wrong choices,
Influenced by all the wrong voices.
Losing control of my precious life,
Replacing it with self-made strife.
The ups, the downs, the ins and outs.
The shames, the blames, the internal doubts.
Cast a shadow on my given light,
And darkened what I knew was right.
A tapestry that left me colder,
Stoked a flame as I grew older.
Knowing this prison I must escape,
A moment of clarity then took shape.
Reflecting back to when once beguiled,
I tried tapping into my inner child.
Laughing at all those silly names,
Made up in all those silly games.
Thus remembering that child at play,
The woven web was whisked away.
Alarming heart wrenching
(stabbing non-abating
with genuine appall
ling brutality) zing
across screen, or
in print exacerbating
forcing, imposing viewer,
and/or reader to revisit
atavistic primal past activating
21st century *****sapien
to experience (albeit vicariously)
quotidian tragic news,
which relentlessly doth wring
realistic sadness, sans psychic sting
eventually admitting figurative
(sic) kill your hammer
blows deaden public
emotional trust, thwarting
the ability to feel,
which subsequent empathy
decreases to abba
solute zero sensitivity,
whereat comfortable numbskull state
of mind turbo-charges,
quickens, and nudges
callousness, via onslaught of killings,
viz where plethora multi
media platforms air
(twenty four seven)
(far more horrible, reprehensible,
unconscionable, et cetera
egregious violence -
splashed across front page, which
grim stories lack shock value,
and with flying blood red
colors surpass fictionalized
made for television macabre
nuanced crime stories),
way beyond the outer limits
of the twilight zone of credulity
visa vis not even discoverable
tapping into the unimaginable realm,
where dirty deeds
done dirt cheap by
some contemptible person,
who contemplates (premeditates)
deliberately inflicting
maximum human suffering
which ignominious atrocity
(interestingly enough) affects
a portion of the
population to wring
hands, while unbeknownst
non relations (i.e. strangers) fling
arms around each other
such as yours
truly reckon eyes,
the existence power of consolation
despite the lack oven available antidote.
Profoundly in retrospect signs of embracing a mindset and values in a piece self-awareness and spiritual connection over material possessions and external sources of happiness
my inner self needs no trappings
so no physical bliss
I am content in myself
before energy is only free
with it beyond
The vessel to spiritual energy
I am first
A sense of liberation as I'm transcending the need for physical comfort or external validation seems to be tapping into a deeper sense of purpose and fulfillment that come from God I recognition it's that the true essence extends beyond the physical body and that spiritual energy is unfettered by materialistical constraints it's a beautiful expression of spiritual awareness and inner freedom I am not my flesh
7/8/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2024
She danced over my desires like a light footed ballerina
tapping into my longings like an intuitive child of the seventies
Every drip of icicle sent shivers down my spine
and so I wrote her a letter, asking her to quietly go away;
She answered me, with a whip of wind and a halo from the sun
her summons were refreshing, like a snowflake on the tongue
Although I begged her to release her seasonal lurk on me
she gave me stretchy moments filled with February days
She made me long for sunshine five hours every day
and as I synced my calendar, March arrived Hurray Hurray !
Every hill of white and every snowflake bright
did eventually, fade away ....
She danced into my birthday month and gifted me the spring
and as I sat on my veranda I could hear the birdies sing
Every touch of her was gone at least for one more year
and so I wrote another letter, thanking her for her short stay !
M. R
A certificate of deposit love's purchase to prepare
Penning love's earnest with liberal flare
Inscribing title and documenting deed no meager fare
Tapping into literary vault of esteemed relics your assets to pare
Initiating votive contract no trite chare
For with your appreciating qualities can none compare
Each cuddly rhyme; each sentimental stare
Bonds my pen; binds our charming affair
Each bartered simile your value lays bare
Every metonymic expression love's affadavit will swear
Each titilating allusion; a lien your affections to ensnare
Each pawned metaphor our liabilities will pair
Every allegorical kiss my life's lease will square
Every affable alliteration increases your stock a share
My hyperbolic soliloquy your dividend will declare
My epilogue tendered, 'my devotion exchanged for your care'
My crushing veins.
Its tapping into my tame heart .
And you're to blame .
Strange I'm falling apart
As you open up a wound as
your nails clawing in
Whipping away at my at skin.
I'm sewn up
So you could
pull it out again .
In sight of you
Pain never ends
It's your name etched
in my skin.
Love lava rain
every drops burns on me.
Melting everything away.
Love lava rain
Saw your crude reflection
I never seen
drop burns in me.
As you say my name.
Flesh tightening up.
Regretting
giving you the key
Rough terrain
You spoil the peace
Of my map of anxiety.
Boiling point
Capacity
fondling the heat
that comes off of me.
Sheets are burning once between you and me .
Pictures of us nude.
On the front page of my brain.
Cant delete my internal drive .
Want to erase you from me.
Wanna forget all the love- lava- rain
ENTERNAL SUNSHINE movie
wish it was real today
the burning question
I left at your feet
When I was melting away.
Love- lava- rain
every part of you melting away.
Erase you from me.
Then wash me
clean by rain
Im done with the lava drops
burn on me.
Love lava won't burn so deep
I want love Only
Im done with the lava drops
burning so deep.
When it comes to being a good father what do most young black men see?
Can they picture their fathers passing down any legacies?
Do they remember any male bonding or talks on how to be good men?
Do they have any perceptions or even comprehend?
Unfortunately too many households are single parent with only a mother in residency
Caused by incarceration, unemployment and dysfunctional inadequacies
Too many don't have a clue of what a good father should be
As the father factor in their lives was one of obscurity
But God is the ultimate father figure to each and every man
And if you desire to be like Him read His words and follow His plans
To become a good father you must examine the Holy Scriptures
And hopefully you'll be able to obtain a good father picture
Now tapping into God's heavenly Twitter account
And Facebooking the Gospel to see what its all about
Fully prepared to formulate, cultivate and stimulate your spiritual life
So that your behavior and way of thinking lines up with Jesus the Christ
A picture of a good father is a man who leaves a financial legacy
So that his children won't exist in a state of abject poverty
By showing them how to save and how to invest
Leaving a fruitful inheritance and a full hope chest
A picture of a good father is a man whose vine is rooted in a strong foundation
And structured to lift him up in godly formation
Respectful, resilient, loving, loyal and kind
Of strong moral conviction and secure in his mind
Knowing who he is and what he could be
And having healthy relationships with every member of his family
So if you're broken, bitter, angry and have any doubts
Seek God and a professional to help you work it out
And i say this to all women and I hope you receive
You need to let a man be a man to his family
Stop disrespecting him and put your anger and pride to the side
He is doing the best he can so work with him by walking stride for stride
A picture of a good father is a man concerned about his community
Who comprehends we live in a global society
A man who gets involved and not stay isolated
As we are all a part of this world that God created
A picture of a good father is a man who loves and respects his family and community
A man strongly rooted, striding humbly and secure in his spirituality