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Kensington
Children of frustration
when dreams rose from the heap
the darkest of locations
tell white lies as they speak
open to persuasion
when abilities are weak
waves of degradation
disturbs all those asleep
awake the dispensation
to turn the other cheek
the house that they were raised in
and company they keep
a blur of segregation
when summers burn with heat
sit back for meditation
and sow all that is reaped
peer deep into what’s stationed
the lost or stolen sheep
a core that rocks a nation
only on occasion weeps
passed down from generations
too scared to take a peak
the truth is out there somewhere
you can find it in the street.
The dark night comes riding a razor's edge.
The day comes shining, but no solid pledge.
The peacetime smolders like untended coals.
The darkness, a blanket, for bedless souls.
The late summer leaves, ready for a fall.
The frost of winter starts its yearly crawl.
The shiver of a long-lost lover's thought.
In a timeless loop, the world is caught.
The spin of the Earth the whole human race.
We always tried to keep up with the pace.
Riding out this technological storm.
To our destiny, naked we are born.
The truth is out there somewhere, lost in time
We search the night sky waiting for a sign.
We came to this place to find who we are.
The poor lost orphans who fell from a star!
Quantum mechanics proves that we can be put back to,
Particles, atoms, matter and gas by physical reactions,
But such indeterminism was fought by C S Lewis boldly,
Who used capitals mid-sentence for personifications.
He wanted to personify morality and the virtues,
So said Right and Justice to detach the judge,
From the justice, from the boyfriend or the neighbour,
So that from Hawking we would in some way budge.
But libertarianism contravenes philosophical necessarianism,
By forwarding that we all have alternative possible actions.
Says we’re not predetermined by prior events and engagements,
Through a divine agent that coalesces and notions,
That truth is out there is a fact, out with our command,
But truth is real, essentially original, humanly discovered;
A god cannot call it or claim its curvature or inception,
Because an agent would make our interpretation blurred.
Truth is not solely objective, bestowed supernaturally,
But is a human relativity which we believe, tell or embody;
We all have our own being which can reap desolation,
Or liberation, if we choose to personify it for somebody.
We search daily to define who,
we as people in defiant world
We lead ourselves what we see is true
Soul's defiance of mind's illusion
or personality carried in emotions
Evolution of evolvement many questions raised,
upon what basics ones opinion is form
That of man who do not know,
even their heart God prayers for many
One place dead in space darkness,
where from such life even stars shine
A moon that lights up dark,
as do the sun bring life breath
Is it soul's defiance to rip apart,
beauty in ones dignity believes
Even in us we see good in heart,
where such anger persist to hide
We know truth is out there,
where did any of it come
Such creatures of a universal world,
a world unknown to mythical ghost
A soul bearing great purpose for being
or not to be their extinction to death
What say ye' who's soul's defiance objective,
depths of your darkness alone, unknown
Our hearts are heavy with the world's woes.
It seems lies and hate follow wherever one goes.
Added to that, the unjust war in Ukraine,
and Earth's breath slows for she's now in pain.
Greed has spilled across our beautiful land.
Dollar signs seem all many understand.
How to change minds that have been made,
when counting millions that they've been paid.
Lies float through the air, toward the absurd.
Truth is out there, too, but seldom heard.
Some stories I've heard beyond comprehension!
But they succeed in adding to growing tension.
Some days I want to just give up on Earth.
It's then I turn to nature for mental rebirth.
How can we not try to save this lonely beauty?
We are her shepherds, it's our call to duty!
Is it a pipe dream to think we can mend?
or possible if our hearts can extend.
Can enough love cancel all hate?
We must give it a try--it may open the gate.
November 7, 2022
For Unseeking Seeker's "Rotate Conscioness Polarity" Contest
You Let We the People Down
Hey, good morning. Let me ask you all:
Do you believe you’re God?”
“Do you believe you can override
God’s divine plan for our lives?
Do you believe God gave us life
and God takes away our life?
Well, if you answer yes to all these questions,
who gives you the right to choose how we live our lives?
I choose faith over fear every day.
You’re not God, and since masks are harmful,
where there is risk there should be choice.
You’re removing our freedoms
and stomping on our constitutional rights
by these communist dictatorship orders…
constitutional rights by these communist
dictatorship orders…
If you do vote to mandate masks
in the workplace
and public schools and stores,
the death of many will be on your hands.”
“Do you want to be called,
known for communist dictators?
Is this the legacy you want to be known for?
Do you want to be responsible
for fear mongering misinformation
fed to your citizens?”
The problem with humanity
today is ignorance, arrogance, and apathy.
Keep listening to the TV brainwashing you
from birth.
Keep listening to conditioning messages
in your local stores
while shopping, just like Fidel Castro
did over loudspeakers in Cuba.
Don’t you see the problem?
The truth is out there…
Remember, God is watching you.”
Form:
My words
Look at my words and see what you see;
I see me, just trying to speak.
Hear my words and speak my verse;
Find what you seek to find within my words.
I have no doubt that the truth will out
And you will see that you are not free.
The truth is out there but it is as yet unwritten,
So take the future in your own hands and write your own opinions.
Send your words out into the atmosphere;
I need my words out there for people to hear.
I live in a world of obscurity,
So my words are all I have to give
And the only piece of me I need you to see.
I’m waiting for an answer from God,
To a question no-one has ever asked.
Here are my words; it’s up to you what they do for you.
Here are my words; I wrote them in a flash.
Thoughts without thinking; rhyme without reason…
This is all I can do.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
I travel from one end of the country to the other,
Searching for answers that I may never find.
It’s getting harder to tell one city from another,
But I’m after the truth, so I don’t ever mind.
The first memory I have is of a very small home.
It was mom, dad, and I, but dad was never there.
Mom always said he was reckless and like to roam.
He left one morning heading south, no one know to where.
He was spotted that day in a hurry going out of town.
A friend saw him later that night and said, “Hi.”
But dad ignored him, trying hard to hide a frown.
That seemed a little strange; he was such a happy guy.
I’ve spent most of my life trying to find out clues
As to where he went and why he had to go.
After talking to family and friends, I do have some news.
He was looking for a warm place for us, with no snow.
The day he left, it was cold with quite a breeze,
And he wasn’t prepared for that kind of weather.
He had a bad cough and let out a huge sneeze.
He lost control and hit a truck, losing every feather.
After all these years, and my endless checking around,
I now know the truth about a father who loved me.
He didn’t just fly away, hoping never to be found.
He wanted to find a better home for us, the Perfect Tree.