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Jequetha’s Storm
Early one morning, Jequetha, sat listening to naughty by nature lyrics.
She knew that it was a special day, for she saw her sign in the night sky.
She was forlorn by the sounds which she heard around her.
Sad sounds of men and women in pain, inflicting wounds self doubt in retaliation.
And the screams of children crying out for the earth.
And she began to pray, “Mama Mary!! Black Mama who guides my steps! I feel a
storm comin’! Make it right Mama!! Make it right!”
And as the tears ran down her face, she knew she had a place in the beginnings
of things.
And her mother came into her room and said, “Baby, you’s gon’ bring the
whirlwind!!”
“Cause there’s mad men who done gone crazy and they believe that troops can
solve the cracks and sores deep within. But you will be a balm, baby!! For
Gilead shines through you. And because of you the world will know of God’s
mercy. For God’s angry, but God’s love too !! God’s love too!”
And Jequetha rose up and ran out into the night stars begging the forces of day
to force the stars to shine brighter, for lighter days are coming.”
Lighter days are coming, for storms are not always the end, but sometimes the
beginning.
Innocent men dying on crosses are nothing new.
Innocent men on rows of death sentences scream out to the cosmos for a
requiem.
And God smiles, for many think they know the one! But they shun the son, who
built the sun.
Fast and Pray, that’s what the angels say.
Cause a storm is comin’!
For sons and daughters shall prophecy and the birds will fly in formations of war
against black widows weaving webs of deceptions.
For all tyrants will know the heat of honest requiem.
And all valleys will be brought high, through the songs of Yoruba angels shouting
Metakayase.
Buddhist Christian prophets rise from the south and come west.
Bipolar warriors heal with profligate abandon.
And University Deans step into the war zone, to bring the scent of victory.
I tell you a storm is coming!!
And it shall be wondrous!!
And it shall change the face of clone armies of greed, feending for the next nut, to
spew relentless jism over single mothers working 3 jobs.
For sons and daughters shall prophecy and the world will know revolution.
THE NARROW SQUEAK SHOW CHAPTER 2
So now,here I am
Wham!
That was a close shave!
Whew!
No way to behave!
Damn tanks!
I am all alone
Is this a war zone?
I have my lucky charm...........
I will not come to any harm
The bullet that dropped at my feet
Death?
We can never meet!
Now, I am thinking
The ship sinking
Me, drinking
What a week!
Absolutely stinking!
Still, I am here
Editing The Narrow Squeak files
I have no fear
I have a bullet charm
So I will come to no harm........
says I,dropping a donation to St Giles!
Now, I am thinking
It has kept me awake
That damn earthquake!
Spoiled my train of thought
(Not the train,did I fall or was I pushed?)
That was close
I was nearly caught!
Hey ho!
These strange events........
Really make me tense
But one must overcome
The shattering blow
That leaves you numb
I was walking.........
Just the other day
I have given up public transport
It doesnt pay!
I tripped and nearly fell
The gap in the pavement,miles wide
but with a hop ,skip and jump
I made it to the otherside,
with scarcely a bump
Whew!
What a week!
I havent found
What I am supposed to seek
May be it is underground?
Better take a peek!
I returned to the canyon in the pavement
Fought back the urge to jump
I climbed down instead
What a dump!
I didn't at all feel any dread
I clutched my narrow squeak book
I daren't look
All this rubble!
Could I be in trouble?
Now, I am thinking.............
What if I am better off dead?
Well ,I am deep underground
The foul air keeps me coughing
The canyon in the pavement.............
My final coffin?
What goes down.....
Must come up
I justify this,
as the boiling lava
gives an evil hiss!
I start to climb quite fast..........
chapter two..........
Looking to be my last!
I have my bullet charm
Damn!
The name only has one "T"
I have two!
This feels me with alarm!
The lava is quite hot now........
What do I do now?
My bullet charm...........
is now flawed
How the temperature soared
I made it to the top
The lava narrowly missed me!
Not one drop!
I can complete chapter three!
Cuz existence among *****sapiens
extremely intolerable prospect
particularly sharing planet
with most violent species
courtesy hoodlums wielding
deadly firearms methodically gun down
men, women and children
ratcheting grim milestone
countless dead civilians linkedin
with hazards of war zone.
Upon surrendering this self
hypnotized faux yes ("FAKE") Earthing,
I noticed nothing amiss
(which temporary state of transcendent bliss
twice daily meditation strives to attain),
ah...before you dismiss
a non "FAKE" claim lemme juiced
apprise ye with a very brief hiss
tour re:, how this generally outlandish
(long gush fellow) doth wanna kiss
hippy, cheeky and buddy
UFO's (with chess
a mon bot of errant knightly -
je ne sais quois finesse,
Oh Henri Matisse -
yea artfully add a touch of Swiss
obviously predominantly
French laced politesse),
though up pawn occasion
this lousy manque non
rook key mutant doth miss
long disused subtle social cues, cuz I still
feel asper (in) a human aberration
always felt like an outcast in an alien nation
even though born on Mars,
(a distinct honorable station),
yet resided on third rock from the sun
what seems like forever damnation
yours truly experienced abolition
against supposed invaders from outer space,
and essentially targeted, kindled,
and bullied on par like an abomination,
no surprise while attempting
to escape imponderable,
and intolerable being walled din,
and trumped "illegal" accusation
crackled, snapped, and popped with abjection,
your honor (forgot to mention
earlier got picked up mistaken as invitation
from outer space by a kid prized
as some sophisticated surveillance drone),
within an etchy sketchy section
of town, and must avoid acquisition
by mad scientists (employed by NASA),
who will undoubtedly take immediate action
and disassemble me (carefully as if dismantling
Bono fide atomic bomb), hence activation
must be established pronto against administration,
sans powerful GMO firearm, emitting disinformation
(mine defense of last resort)
will definitely signal to nemesis
furthering my aggravation,
and Putin this webbed, whirled,
and wired woebegone
wysiwyg wordsmith at risk.
Don't justify my behaviors, point them as you always do, why do you keep on with this lie
if a paper stop you a year ago? Get along with us, is not like you gonna die, stop
pretending a life never had, i can make sure you die now, not hate either love, i just
play by the law of your anarchy, pathetic, don't lie anymore, you spit hate with flames, i
could feel that warm feeling on my face when you spited on me, insult? Not taken from you,
i know how much of a pig you can be, i see how much you do for money, i see your well
being become a parasite, a monster, remember when we were young and fought alongside me to
protect the child's on the city? How we held guns on war for the flag? Now look at this,
blood every were, we want to kill each other, why? After so many tears we shed together
when our comrade died in front of us, blood, after so many nights posted with blazing guns
on hands, blood, after the broken family we lived on we just fell apart like fool's, like
idiots we fight, for blood! Im sick of it, we were friends, we were thick and thin, we had
a life as partners, as comrades, as leaders, you made ashes, i did too, let you go inside
that room and kill them all, i should have killed you when i had the chance, when i had my
gun pointed at your head, but good old times stop my pull of the trigger, i could have
stop you, now we have this mess, you are a rogue man, i am the hunter, not for the flag,
but for my collection of heads, you run from me and keep on putting messages same way, you
won't stop, the collection of heads you and I build together, now gone! Then i will kill
you! You deserve this hell after killing 34 children on their sleep, never opening eyes
again, this is why i want to kill you ex-friend.
Remember when you told me years ago... You were happy we ran from that war zone, you told
me we survive and we should spread the word, you said you wanted to change a piece of the
world, you said we were friends, now... After long 17 years, we fight each other, like we
fought back to back, so I put my gun on your fore head, hope you pull the trigger...
- POEM TO MOTIVATE POET'S TO WRITE THEIR HEARTS INTO THEIR STYLES -
Words
Like I’ve never felt the worst
Like I’ve never felt it hurt
You don’t know me now do you?
Ghosts
Haunting brand new unused minds
Feeding on a soul alive
You’ve not felt it now do you?
Was a tough struggle, ‘Tween land and water
War zone placed with the faintest border
To paint the struggle, the hues uncertain
Couldn’t understand why ‘‘twas so much harder
But I was 24 days old
When I went to the death’s door
And you brought me back alive
And I was 24 days old
When I faced trial at court
And you saved me in the fight
If I did not find you then I’d be watching from the sky,
Still 24 days old
Gods
Please don’t let her wander off
Please don’t make this life too short
Hear our prayers now will you?
Too young for battle, she got no option
She fought her way through the heard of monsters
Still underwater, can’t reach the surface
Would’ve given up if you let me surrender
But I was 24 days old
When I went to the death’s door
And you brought me back alive
And I was 24 days old
When I faced trial at court
And you saved me in the fight
If I did not find you then I’d be watching from the sky,
Still 24 days old
Your needles prick me all day long
But they stop me falling under the ground
Where the monsters wait to drag me down
To a place, I’d call home, if you’d let me go
But I was 24 days old
When I went to the death’s door
And you brought me back alive
And I was 24 days old
When I faced trial at court
And you saved me in the fight
If I did not find you then I’d be watching from the sky,
Still 24 days old
Context:
I obviously don’t remember any of this, but I had been diagnosed with meningitis when I was only 24 days old. Thankfully I made a complete recovery, and is quite healthy at the moment, with no side effects.
People expect me to go to med school so I can repay the debt I owe to those who saved me, but I chose to study arts instead.
I wrote this song hoping to release it and raise funds for a children’s hospital where I was admitted when I was diagnosed. But since I didn’t get a chance to do that, I decided to publish it here.
Hope you enjoyed it. Thank you
"The Right Eye Removed"
intuition guides a feline mind
to feel vain glorious
in the poetry of dreams
stretching limits of awareness
velvet pawed
a burnt orange
bittersweet marmalade coat
delicious to kiss
the point between
the ears that listen for signs
mink stole he wears
himself striped around my neck
finding new ways
to purr through his dark night
into the mystery of
his opaque opalus opallios world
his left analytical
glistening topaz
prehistoric amber
shines like glass
black iris blooming
in a pool of honey
questioning ideas
that run through his
greyhound strides
the right eye removed
bone white phantom oculus
poached out by a thief
with a pad, pen and
surgically precise knife
drugged on strong catnip
the discarded damaged marble
thrown in a bin overnight
he works his way around
this bad romance
feels the colours of light
he is sensually sincere
licking necks and ears
and the other's eyes
twin forest jade stones
the foreign ponds
of something new
holding tight
this kamikaze pilot
flying across high rise cupboards
treasure boxes to plunder
tricky to navigate
he is immersed in a new life
the changing colours
of a small heart
with big dreams
romancing streams of
rainbow koi seen in his mind
he is a Japanese ninja warrior
a good luck token
protector of Moonlight
and ground zero
the bed…that he has claimed,
all his
and he is loved
perfection in
the damage of
the war zone delivered
to him at birth
he is free to wonder
and he wanders
this brave and distinguished hunter
preying with delight
he bows on all fours
he stops still
and in the reflection
that is left
I look at him
and I see
we are two
of one mind
searching
for the same
all along
am I her’s,
or is she mine
am I his
or is he mine
it no longer matters
old souls
we belong
in this time
(LadyLabyrinth / 2021)
Opallios. Greek.
“to see a change in colour”
Opalus. Latin.
“precious jewel”
"The Wind-Up Man, The Patch-Work Girl and The Remaining Time"
What do you do when your heart breaks into a million pieces?
You turn into metal, what’s left of your heart freezes.
What do you do when your world ceases?
You lock the shards of your flimsy trust behind iron walls, you escape battles, Death teases.
What do you do when your bird is caged and it’s will to live rattles, then is smothered by vile whispers and flying monkey cold screaming breezes?
You look for the key that the past swallowed, it’s fallen between the cracks of your mind’s barbed wire nettles and torpid grey hollows, the yard’s a war zone, there it remains buried in the void that is treeless, dead temporoparietal.
What do you do when your heart shatters and Life’s colour drains before your windows, invisible, all that ever mattered?
You look in the mirrors for ways out of the maze puzzle, walking with all the other ghosts there who are lost, shattered, battered and muzzled.
What do you do when you Return to Oz?
You look for the good grace not to draw blood.
What do you do when you are free?
You return to the Ones who loved you once, you just "BE".
What do you do when you look for you?
You open your heart, you learn to be TRUE.
(Lovejoy-Burton/April 2018)
For gvlm/scm
"This above all: to thine own self be true,
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man."
"Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only LIGHT can do that."
"There is no LOVE without forgiveness, and there is no forgiveness without LOVE".
"Return to Oz", Scissor Sisters
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r5S0NdraxTA
https://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/scissorsisters/returntooz.html
The gentle lady was often observed by a little boy. She had hands with a magical touch coveted by many.
In her left hand were strings of hair longing to be treated, and in her right hand was an iron comb of varying temperatures.
The iron comb and human hands slowly stroked the hairs of her clientele. But she was accompanied with a most listening ear to hear the heart cries
of those who sat in her 'beauty chair'. Hers was a heart of gold with a very special place, a compartment, for the storage and processing of the many
secrets that she was told. She had plenty enough cares of her own because hers was a family of many kids and often a most insensitive husband twenty-
two years her senior. Nevertheless, out of what at times was a war zone, a house of chaos, she crafted a happy home. Her lips, through which never a
harmful word would be revealed, were always sealed. A breath of fresh air and soothing like a gentle breeze that slowly flowed through the open sky, this
beautician cared for far more than hair. Her home was an open door, and many were the burdens of others that she so willingly bore. So loving and
caring, she was gifted with an eye for beauty that looked deep into the souls
of her customers. It was there that she beheld so much of their misery and
ugliness with a carefulness for withholding judgment. They came with high hopes of a great hairdo which they received but also left with a makeover of
their troubled souls, because they were touched by the crafty hands and loving heart of a little boy's mother who was a beautician I once knew.
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Seismac
Seismac
Spelling Bee
CharlaXFabels
Oneseventysix
S it starts with S no arguments the EI could be the IE but the E is alphabetically
the foremost letter and IE seems wrong to mee then there is another S. It seems
so out of place but sounds so there it seems to me the S makes seismic sense.
The M is just the middle of the word caught between the EIS and the ending. The
ending is the IC it seems to me to be less forcefull AC would do better call it
seismac rhymes with smack see eh? And makes a much better and harder
word. The possibilities multiply immediately the Seismac Ocean. The Isle of
Seismac. The Seismac waves washed over the smurfer today as he sat android
like at his computer terminal in the shaded area. Everyone has favorite places
and webpages on the internet there is many such places a man will visit and tell
everyone about them but there is a few that he will never divulge the info even on
his deathbed he keeps the sign in log on secret.
He will sit and watch the movie while his best and only friend flips the simulation
cards to make the mouses ears move up and down. This is vanity and chagrin.
The up to the minute news is had while his only friend sits looking at the crystal
glass ball in an effort to determine what transpired in la la land. The news in
Africa is GOLD in America its OLD in Switzerland it's COLD in The Netherland it's
BOLD. The same seismac article of war zone policy states that upper echelon
read faster they get better weather and more money cake and laughter. Mein
COMP. MIEN Comp. The hills are blue the beans are red becomes blue beans
the hills are red, the while away the time becomes the time is marching on the
sun will set in the western sky at daybreak in the eastern lie. The tsunami waves
of seismac grains reach all the living left alive for when the people die the spirit
feels it. Eye am seismac.
Today is Wednesday,the very second one of the year,
It is a sunny afternoon, though very busy.
We can tell time in whichever dimension,
From whatever place we may be hiding,
For it is one precious gift we all are entitled to,
Much as it doesn't necessarily govern our motives.
This one thing, I have learnt,
That it is because of time that we are judged objectively,
Moreso when we have to accomplish a task in a fixed time frame,
Say for instance study,get a job,get married,buy a vehicle-
For a job well done, we're congratulated,
For a messed up activity, we're cursed to hell
And named after lazy bones or cowards.
All because time is in control!
When the bereaved are robbed of their loved ones,
The world goes still and time should in fact freeze
As they mourn and grieve for their loss,
But the clock keeps on ticking,
Because there are more important alive people
Than the one gone to the world of the dead.
When one falls sick and is excused from class or school,
The term or month doesn't wait for them,
Everything progresses normally like you were never needed,
Because time is in control.
It is one thing, which once lost,
Can never be retrieved,
Neither by magic nor prayer!
Had it been possible to chase after it,
Perhaps we would have the hope of compensating,
But once it's gone,it is really gone forever!
What,then,
Shall we die holding the trigger
Like soldiers in the war zone?
Shall we give up because of what we have lost?
Absolutely, "NO"
What is gone,we cannot retrieve,
But what is left,we can maximumly utilize.
It is very okay to take time off,
To have our wounds and pains heal,
That upon our return, we're fit for the journey.
It does us no harm, accepting that we're late
For it is then that we can concentrate,
In order to attain the goal ahead of us
Within the remaining time,
Short or long as it may be.