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Imagine a child who has never been encouraged
Or built up by praise
Or recognition for a job well done; however small the job
That child will likely be sullen
Uninterested in doing well
Unconcerned about improving his or her own life; or lives of others
Why bother? They ask themselves
Now imagine a Church filled with those children; grown to adulthood
It’s a Church where nothing gets done
Where personal
Community and societal improvement is not the agenda
Or included in mission statement at all
Why bother? We ask ourselves
But encouragement is not an option
Supporting each other is not a suggestion
It is what is required for a vibrant life-giving community
She was once young and immature
Delicate to the touch, fragile to the core
Always trying her best, yet being bullied
And despite all the ugly hurtful things were thrown at her, she was secretly hiding all the pain behind her smile
whilst silently crying in the dark where no one can ever spy on her.
She was a broken soul living in pretense
Fast forward to the present
She woke up a spontaneously changed person.
She’s grown and matured into a strong and fierce spirited woman-
She’s learned to set aside the pains from the past
She stopped allowing bullies and criticisms to affect her mentally and emotionally
She is cheerfully unconcerned about who do you think she is
And she is especially without a care of pointless drama
She is healed, she’s proud
She’s got the wheel and in control of her own happiness
She is now daring and passionately enjoying the blessings of the present
Akkina Downing
11/5/20
For those who rise above haters and bullies
Disheartened by the persistent rain,
the sun has fled; only clouds remain.
And tears encompass both time and space;
as they fall within my hurting place.
Nature can't console betrayal's pain:
unconcerned that my trust was in vain.
Seasons come and go, yet naught has changed,
the scenery just got rearranged.
Twinkling stars, shining so far away,
still confetti Night with specks of day.
And when I recall how love once felt;
I regret playing the cards fate dealt.
A distraught Moon chases Mars from view:
accusing him of making me blue.
And the wind blows, calling out her name,
while the leaves sigh, whispering the same.
My Angel's heart had a human flaw:
and love fell victim to Murphy's law.
For another man now has her heart;
while mine lies broken, falling apart.
The mica-flecked granite outcroppings loom,
releasing bits of themselves randomly
sparkling, as they fall, in felted-light they bloom.
Blasted cliffs, yet brazen, they rise without decree,
unconcerned with the maples, and the birch,
releasing bits of themselves randomly.
An ashen, sulking, sky hides the eagle's perch
and softens all the jagged edges of the scene
unconcerned with the maples, and the birch.
A collage of layers blends all color in between
each angle decomposing in the rain,
and softens all the jagged edges of the scene.
Within the fog the distant mountain's strain
bruised in shades of lavender and forest green,
each angle decomposing in the rain.
A watercolor tableau where, unforeseen,
the mica-flecked granite outcroppings loom,
bruised in shades of lavender and forest green
sparkling as they fall, in felted-light they bloom.
1/4/15
~The breath drawn deep is but a borrowed stay,
~~A fleeting spark within the endless night,
~~~~Where light and shadow's. in a silent play,
~Will fade and flicker, in the morning light.
~~~~~~~The bud unfurls, a vibrant splash of green,
~Bloom in sunlight, then wilt in autumn's chill;
~~~~~~~~~~~~ragile beauty on a fleeting scene,
~~~~~~~~Caroming seasons on a lonely hill.
~~~~~~~~~~~So man appears, a whisper in the wind,
~~~ A passing thought in time's unconcerned hand,
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~A story written, ultimately sinned,
~ ~~~~~~~~~Before the final grains of silver sand.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~We rise and fall, as ocean's restless tide,
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Where the universe enigmas reside.
Reading. Crying. Screaming.
Begging you to listen
You only believe what makes you feel good
You Laugh, and say "don't you know I'm a Christian?"
The only thing you question is science and empathy
Not lies, not religion, and not your racist parent's beliefs
Unconcerned with how your decisions affect us here and now
because you're so sure god is coming to bail you out
You don't have to care about the people, animals, or trees
All you have to do is say forgive me and I believe
For everyone else the pain you have inflicted is all around you
DEI roll back, labor camps, and cuts on your social security too
You scape-goat minorities despite all of the statistics
Facts over feelings would just be sadistic
Unless of course, it's to justify some racist bullship
"The minorities are the ones to blame, not the billionaire politicians!"
"Yeah!" you shout "The billionaires earned it!"
If you count fraud, tax evasion, and exploitation of employees
Now you're in too deep
You'd rather vote for fascism than admit you're on the wrong side of history
You're every republican politicians dream
You vote against your own interests in the name of hating minorities
While California is in flames and Florida is in a blizzard
You blame the libs and their weather machines
It couldn't possibly be the effects of climate change that we have been warned about for years
Soon we will have no more crocodile tears
You're so sure that Nobel prize winning scientists and economists have made it their life's mission to lie
For all of your information, you look to the orange guy
I have to say it does feel bitter sweet
Knowing you set the world on fire, but at least you'll burn with me
I hated myself for
disgracing myself more than I should,
I looked upon everything under the sun with jaundiced eyes,
and even tried to ignore long established ethical standards
that of the foundation for existence of human society—it doesn’t matter if it’s of a certain nation or society; religious group; civilization, tribal traditions or history.
I wonder where this negative mindset came from,
and why I am so biased of everything surrounding me
and walk dragging baggage of those contorted ideas on the ground.
In fact, a woman who looks more villainous and uglier than Medusa
wrapped in gaudy attire trimmed with vulgar accessories dances under sparkling light shaking her odious body like mad and she looks so pathetic that tears stand in my eyes. A man who looks more grotesque and frightening than the gargoyles of Notre Dame walks with great strides under the bright sun throwing out his breast but I cannot conceive the rationale for the pride of that ugly man,
my unconscious mind becomes accustomed to disallow
everything I see anywhere at all.
I hate myself because I should be unconcerned with the corrupt world matters and accept the world as it is for life is as such, yet, whatever reason that may be, I couldn’t accept the world as it is.
Although I know the word compromise very well,
I distort the meaning of it and interprete as submission
and regard assent as a synonym of subordination
I wonder why my thought became twisted thus far
and that is why I feel miserable, and think myself not, though I am.
PROLOGUE
Umpteen billion years
Big Bang, supernova, gas
Brief eclipse of time
Gases swirling, fall
Sun and planets, water, goo
Brief eclipse of time
Another billion
life, amoeba, fishes swim
Brief eclipse of time
Movement, change and flux
slither, crawl, climb, walk and talk
Brief eclipse of time
Ra, Sol, Helios,
Mithra and the Mighty Eye
Brief eclipse of time
Life begins and ends
birth, joy, laugh, cry, death, and dust
Brief eclipse of time
Waves cleave seas, shores, skies
forever folding, pulsing
Brief eclipse of time
CHRONICLE
The Mighty Eye begins to slip and slowly sink,
(unfocused, stained, diffuse)
while frizzled waves imbibe her searing tears,
with salted languid lips.
The Mighty Eye, now weary, thin,
is gazing through the frozen cracks,
as sundry straying clouds,
bloated,
sidle feebly by
and wax their billowed tracks
upon the heated sky,
and cool the rush of rolling waves
beneath the blotted sky.
The waves
(impaled on time and space inside me),
gently tumbling aging pebbles
and lifeless shells across the shifting sands,
seem unaware
as they once again arise
to greet the Mighty Eye,
to close the Mighty Eye,
to snuff the Mighty Eye.
But then again,
perhaps the waves are well aware indeed,
yet simply unconcerned
and feel no need to care.
For, as the frazzled froth is rushing forward
madly towards the sandy shores beyond,
before retreating slowly,
then careening brashly forth ahead again,
eternally,
it matters little if the Mighty Eye will cast
her blazing glance from high above,
or else retire for the night,
kissed sweetly by the liquid lips
of distant faithless waves
in a brief eclipse of time.
Continued in Part 2
Form:
You just walked away
An elevator happening by chance
Accidental meeting our old romance
An unconcerned casual hello
Said without much thought
My old bedfellow
Diamond and a wedding cake today
Promises I didn't mean to break
Leaving u alone
Between the alter and a broken vow
Loving two makes me so confused
Choosing him and running away from you
You said I never once looked back
You didn’t see my heart turn ivory black
then,
(Chorus)
Then you just walked away
And then you say
The world keeps turning
But I’m still yearning
Caught between two loves
Leaving behind white wedding gloves
When you walked away
You didn’t let me say
I’m sorry, so sorry
In my delusional heart
Watching it all fall apart
But you don’t know
My world has shifted
Lost my senses
Everything was thrown into the fire
Our hearts a precious stone of sapphire
So now I remain in my spinning world
As our story becomes unfurled
I hope you land safe
On your way down don’t chafe
Cause you know we’ll be alright
Gravity in our lives
Keeps us through this flight
(Chorus)
Then you just walked away
And then you say
The world keeps turning
But I’m still yearning
Caught between two loves
Leaving behind white wedding gloves
I became consumed
With loving two
Choosing him
Loving you
Still remains many broken pieces
I confess I am the reason
Oh Oh I wish I never met you
Oh Oh I wish I never met him
Oh Oh Yea I looked back
Oh Oh with regrets
Cause I landed
Broken fragments
(Margaret Franceschini 10/13/2016)
(N.b- I abhor anyone who kills for beauty and art- just thought I'd let you know in advance x)
Let me look at you-
Aquamarine, ultramarine, powder blue
like paper Angels jinking on thin string
lightning wingbeats make your colours sing
flitting, unconcerned, unbridled joy,
loved you, stalked you since I was a boy.
High on Lavender, bathing in the sun,
pastel shades beating lazy applause
joy cut short by me because....
I wanted you.
And now you're mine.
Here you are, ready to take flight
but you can't.
I've saved you, really.
Whatever out there comes to pass
can't touch you now- you're safe
beneath this glass
in stasis, beauty captured at a cost.
Life was lost
but... I too feel a sense of loss.
Can't quite pin it down.