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Never ran from a fight, never backed down from a challenge and I don't fear a battle
I've been through too much to fear something I may see on my travels
I'll walk straight into The storm rather than cower away
I'll find a way to overcome even if you take my power away
I've been left out, abandoned, left to fend for myself
Got stabbed in the back by people I trusted, so I became friends with myself
Was raised in care as my parents preferred drink, and I was labelled the hopeless one
Got told I'd be dead by 21, social workers basically gave me a loaded gun
But instead of shooting myself, I filled it with ink and attacked the earth
I write for those left behind and people who didn't get a turn
I won't allow them to water down what I burn
It's your issue not mine, if you get offended by my words
I picked myself up from every fall, how could you be mad at that?
I made it further than expected, why would you be sad at that?
Oh I get it, because your prediction was wrong
And you're mad, I made it this far even though I've never belonged
All I need is a pen, pad and my pride and I'll find a way to win
Go ahead and judge, I don't hide the scars on my skin
I've been hurt more than most, Some self-inflicted from my self-harming days
But now I'm 5 years clean, and out charming babes
While you sit and judge someone you should have tried to inspire
But by the looks of it, your guidance is something I didn't require
Sometimes I feel like the world doesn't deserve my wisdom
I Refuse to serve a religion
I won't hate other people for believing in something different
Everyone has knowledge, if you have the ability to listen
My dad never gave me one bit of advice
Was never there, yet you act like I'm the bad person, because I didn't cry when he died
It was just another day, a random stranger dying
Just more words on a page, more poetry writing
I fathered myself, so of course I've made mistakes
I own up to it, you make mistakes and point the finger another way
Yeah I've been reckless, dated numerous girls at the same time
Pushed away the only girl I loved, this is my crazy mind
Bipolar, but I've never tried to hide it
Depression by my side, and I try to fight it
So go ahead, Tell me I'm wrong, I need to change, go ahead and judge
I've made it this far despite everything, so I've got my middle finger up
Be my guide
I’m sorry I lied
guilty passion got me
Compassionately free
Guilty pleasure
Is beyond measure
I will endure…I have a cure…
Memories inflamed, no lies
I came undone
You’re my sunset and sunrise
From dusk to dawn
You’re my Sagittarius and Pisces altogether
We are benevolent birds of a faithful feather…
I will get better, I am going to be better
If I get adequately an unregretter
To make these tears dry instead of wetter
California is in flames
And the American flag still remains
I’m not the one to blame
I’m remaining sane — my mind trains…
I’m a survivor
Rescue me,
My endeavor
Free me possibly?
I’m not a deceiver
I’m a believer gaily
I’m a radiant receiver
Not a giver selfishly
My past is but a blur
I live for the present — happier than happy
I’m not unsure and my sins are impure
I’m remorseful for giving in to my lusts actually
Positive prosperity…
Optimistic liberty…
Give me wings to fly
Don’t know why I try…
Wiser and intellectual without you and I lift higher
I’m stronger than I realize,
I’m not alone in His eyes
And I’m not a failure — no lies
You without your foolishness has made you lower
Burning with passion
Cleanse me from my sins
I repent of my decision
Of everything in between — where it all begins…
To end me is the beginning of you?
Screw that! I’m on flamboyant fire and all that
To die for your pleasure of living?
I got your tail, you vicious, graceless cat!
Tomorrow is coming
Yesterday is gone
I have some overcoming
To do before dawn
I’m dusking your dawn — you want to bet?
I’m surprising you by sunrising your sunset
I made happy your upset
I made hopeful my regret
Jubilance my resilience in a sense, sense
Brilliance is radiance — oh, thank you in advance!
All your whispers of doubt is evanescence
To my honest mindset of let-go-and-let-dance!
Water down those flames of rage
We are on another page —
A burning sage is the memories of the Lord
I never get bored with His spirit of an optimistic accord
I used to think the long smoke filled tables of NA were the answer.
The stalks of faces nodding with my inflection, up up down downs left left right.
Like a goddamn contra code.
Happiness charted in days, two years glowed clichés rolled.
Waning white key tag applause.
I bolted before they found out I burned on the way in…
rolled straight to the methadone clinic. Grown men in in ankle length shorts and sideways hats, Whining………….clean??
I even tried to buy a few weeks out of the trunk of an Oldsmobile… wafers or sick pills, my choice…
stared deep into the eyes of socially acceptable at a scientology rehab.. Mingled with cruise and Katie Holmes, then got the boot for hoarding gasoline..
Impatient in eastern Pa, courtesy of the Canadian national railroad. I sat circled breathing from garbage bags of Freon. Sneaking from a mandated meeting to the Reeding open market clutching everyone’s night in my wallet..
I’ve never been here before though alone without prospects, no subs nada nothing…
I am all feelings now and I know
I “m still trapped inside of her, screw you sarah, your abstract cards,
7 th grade year book pictures locked together, from your mind to my stalled heart.
. I wanna run back to dark rooms your ashy cotton tongue kisses..
I need someone to water down my vodka. Ash my burning cigarette..
, Hug me.dammit. Lie to me through late night emails.. Your still speeding through, drowning in Pabst. I’m stuck my mind still sears you picture Short waves of blonde always searching for a quiet mole behind the right eye. I’m scared I’ll never feel it again. Waves of breath stolen from a line. You will always be exalted.
Work is good, but everything is missing. No rush, no rocket of feeling when I touch someone. No raised hairs from a shoulder squeeze. I can’t even find a mind to throw venom at my writing. Attacking my inability to move forward.
I must be Too sober now craving your extended leg and swinging dolce bag…
Sally was playing in her backyard…chasing butterflies and bees
when she decided to rest a while in the shade of her mango tree.
“Thank you for the shade.” She said. “It’s nice to get out of the heat.”
“You’re welcome.” The mango tree smiled. “Would you like one of my mangoes to eat?”
“Yes, please.” Sally answered politely. “What do I have to do.”
“Not a thing.” The mango tree said. “I’ll bring one down to you.”
The mango tree lowered a branch saying, “This is the ripest one I’ve made.”
Sally picked it and with her back up against the tree…ate her mango in the shade.
The next day Sally brought a bucket of water…telling her tree, “I filled this in the sink.
As a thank you for my mango…I wonder…would you like a little drink?”
“Yes, please.” The Mango tree said politely. “What do I have to do?”
‘Not a thing.” Sally said with a smile. “I’ll bring the water down to you.”
“Thank you for the water.” The mango tree said. Not only does it feel good in the summer heat,
but it will help me grow taller and stronger and make more mangoes for you to eat.”
And on many a hot summer day Sally’s parents would look out the window and see
with an empty bucket sitting next to her…Sally eating a mango in the shade of her mango tree.
Later, when she’d bring her own family for a visit…after playing in the sun.
Sally would bring the bucket of water…and the tree provided mangoes for everyone.
When her parents died they left Sally their house which included her mango tree.
and now when an older Sally asks, “Would you like a drink?”
She adds “This bucket seems heavier than it used to be.”
“Yes please.” The old mango tree answers. “And I’ve got a mango ready for you.”
It’s funny how over the years these mangoes seem a little heavier too.”
Now when they come to visit on a summer day Sally’s grandchildren know where she will be…
next to a bucket…eating a mango…in the shade of her mango tree.
If they like let petrol be one
thousand naira at the station,
It is not my business not at all
I will still have my tea taken
Every morning with Agege bread.
If they like let them find not
The hungry budget paper,
It is not my business not at all
I will still have my tea taken
Every morning with Agege bread.
If they like let them create million
Jobs in the inland and the mainland,
It is not my business not at all brother
As far as they did not take my cup of tea
I will still live and drink with Agege bread.
If they like let them feed school children
One square meal per day in their hungry
State, sister, it is not my business to know
I will still have my cup of tea sweet as breast milk
Every morning with Agege bread to water down.
If they like let them fight over the country,
Let them embezzle all the money here leaving
The poor with nothing to write home about,
It is not my business anyway with them
I will still have my beautiful tea taken daily.
If they like let PMB travel all over the world
It is not my business with them at all here,
I will still make my tea in a brownish colour
As far as my cup of tea is not taken from me
I will be as happy as the puppy in my world.
If they like let them find the Chibok
girls in Sabimsa forest with Children,
it is not my business to know at all
I will still have my cup of tea taken
Every morning with Agege bread.
If they like let them repair the roads,
If they like let them bring light to us,
If they like let them stock all the money
Abroad, It is not my business to question them
I will still have my cup of tea taken daily.
I will only react when my cup is taken;
When my cup is taken from my mouth.
So long they don't take my cup of tea
From my savouring hungry mouth, I will
be fine, let madness rule and ruine them all fool.
(C) John Chizoba Vincent
Voice Of Vincent 2016
Plastic Vodka
Cheap vodka from a plastic bottle
Burns my throat
Stops the pounding in my heart beat
Slack dream the heady wishings
Of a million burning kisses
Stammers on a single glass rim
Ah… why should we be apart
And the air just smells of tinder
In the smoke of you and me
You lit this kindle fire
That flames inside of me
And I sit here in the swimming
Of the things that should really be
Sleeping in the vodka
Staring at a blank and empty screen
This heady night won’t be over
Till I have drown inside your arms
This taste of you that lingers
Sweet drug upon my tongue
The slow breath which just hangs there
In a cigarettes spiral stair
Slips your body and your beauty
Into the seconds of my blood
I go tumbling on an ice cube
To etch the drawing of your heat
I sit here in the daze of vodka
But I am kneeling at your feet
All the voices in a bar room
In stiletto heels you sit
And this overcome of passion
Has me lost inside of you
Why didn’t I count the consequence
Was I stupid to the loss
Perhaps the pass of fate perchance
Made me ignorant of the cost
Still I would sell my soul for a lie
If it gave me a clue to you
Cheap vodka from a plastic bottle
Burns my throat
Gives a voice to the silent burning
Stops the yearning in my heart
Emptied to the dregs
To stop another sleepless night
And I am succoured to the teat
Of another vodka night
Have I managed to water down
The flame inside of me
Disguised the white fire
In this late nights drunken poetry
Or reached the bottom of the bottle
Where I drowned my misery
I can’t express how much I love you
Through my body and my limbs
I can’t touch you in the touch
Of intertwining skins
So I lay here in the fumbling stupor
Of the one last man left to drink
The bold and cheap replacement
And plastic vodka of my drink
I am
I am so dirty, I'm filthy
flowing, oozing out down
I am as filthy water going, going down into the drain
I am open, an open spicket
and my sins are filthy brown and red
oozing out coverings flowing out from the top of my head
I am open sink hole stuck in shame
Like pouring filthy water down the drain
I stand before you and inhale
Your spirit into my being (well)
Sanction me separate me holy
Preserve purge me for your duty
I am open, an open spicket
and my sins are filthy brown and red
oozing out coverings flowing out from the top of my head
I am open sink hole stuck in shame
Like pouring filthy water down the drain
I stand on call for those wars, in end times truly
I stand before the saints of God as victors and not losers
Rising up to battle, no, no, no I just won't settle
I'll be ready not just getting ready
I am open, an open spicket
and my sins are filthy brown and red
oozing out coverings flowing out from the top of my head
I am open sink hole stuck in shame
Like pouring filthy water down the drain
Don't hold on to future pasts or presents sins
Whether named demon, devil, Lucifer or Satan
I'm going to release myself and just let my filth
from out of me like a fountain flowing valiantly
Like pouring filthy water down the drain
Like pouring filthy water down the drain
A disobedient spirit I choose not to hear him no, no, no, no no
I denounce your tempting's and disobedient messages Oh ah huh!
I'm now ever so redeemed I'm redeem myself by reading, hearting and doing God's Holy passages
I am know longer act this way, I am freed by the blood of the lamb
I am like filthy water going down the drain
From the anthology" For the Love of the Father "
5/17/15
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2015, 2021©
He walked along the beach a man forlorn
Forgotten were his dreams, his heart was torn
The gentle waves spoke of the years gone by
And drew salt water down from saddened eye
He saw some driftwood lying on the shore
It sparked his interest and he longed for more
He touched it gently, to his great delight
Sandalwood he’d found: passion to ignite
The need to carve once more came to his mind
A joy he’d lost and could no longer find
He took it home, that battered piece of wood
With hopes to turn it into something good
A mane of hair took shape beneath his hands
Flowing waves of curly wooden strands
Round shoulders of the woman of his dreams
And breasts and waist of beauty carved supreme
Gracefully her form began to take on shape
When he was done he stood there mouth agape
She was a goddess made of his desire
A love for her consumed him like a fire
At night he wished upon a falling star
She’d come to life and chase his sorrows far
He looked at her before he fell asleep
And smiled for he’d forgotten how to weep
He felt a stirring there beside his bed
A presence seemed to hover near his head
He looked upon his statue now in flesh
Her body like a breeze was young and fresh
She pressed her lips so gently over his
“I need to tell you, love, listen to this
I was discarded, battered, wounded sore
I chose to be a part of life no more
You saw in me my hidden beauty fine
Your wish has reached the heart of the Divine
I stand before you, answer to your prayer
Sent to give you love and tend’rest care.”
She kissed his lips, and veiled him in her hair
His tears she wiped, this answer to his prayer
With him she lay, her breast his pillow sweet
The richest fare of sandalwood, his treat
What else transpires is curtained from our sight
Burning sandalwood…..scents the glowing night
Eileen Manassian Ghali
I was looking for the eternal beauty,
which God and Nature may have created on earth?
I think I found it, up high in the mountains,
in the form of gracious thundering water fall.
Originating from the melting snow,
or the water parting from the frozen glacier,
raging plunge of unlimited water down the cliff,
makes the waterfall show off its beauty and grace.
I stand in awe and behold the water fall,
an exalted sensation seems to fill my heart,
I see the boundless stream of water,
splashing on the rocks at the foot of the cliff,
and making the shadowy mist around it.
The Sun rays cast their reflection,
and make the mist appear in cheerful rainbows colors.
The cool breeze mixed with water drops,
soothes my mind and cleans up my body and soul.
I can stare at the waterfall for hours and hours,
take its pictures or portray its image in my heart and mind.
Is it a picture of a mighty reaching for some weakling down below?
or some earthly mind trying to achieve the limitless sky of wisdom?
I wonder where the water goes,
the foamy and silky waterfront,
moves down the creek,
in a melodious tune in its eternal path,
like a lover searching for the beloved in the unknown paths.
The music of flowing water fills the mountain ambiance with sweet musical
harmony,
The lovers hear the sweet serenade of their intimate feelings,
The separated lovers find their missing emotions,
The meditating hearts find the sounds of their soul,
The nature lover's ears ring with melodious sounds of the flowing water,
I am positive that one can hear songs of their heart and mind,
in the flowing stream of the water fall.
Now you stand at the threshold of shadowed trials—
a challenge cloaked in whispers of what may come.
Debts awaken, ancient scribes of your past,
etching secrets into the walls where you once stood.
More debts rise to start anew,
in lands where shadows whisper and command—
money prowls with hungry eyes,
blind to your status, deaf to the paper gate’s cries.
Unyielding, deaf to every plea,
power wielded against you,
and the cycle of debt tightens its grip again.
Gossip spreads as swift as the air,
flows like endless water down the river,
striking like bullets wherever you go—
in a place where money speaks louder than hearts.
You wonder how long you’ll linger
in this dungeon of fire,
a blaze of endless crises,
where the fiercest foe is your own—
your fellow in race, your fellow from your land,
pulling you deeper into the burning pit.
They spin their tales and cast their nets,
until shadows creep and claim your debts—
stealing your work, your name, your light,
leaving silence to swallow the night.
With whispered daggers and cold decree,
they push you out, set your spirit free—
to wander where lost souls stray,
away from warmth, into gray.
But you walk away—not because they want you to—
you leave to guard your inner self,
to shield your good spirit from their evil deeds.
You walk away without a single penny,
carrying only faith and courage,
to keep living,
to grow stronger,
to redeem yourself from their cruelty—
simple cruelty done in their own way.
And with faith as your compass, you step beyond the flames—
toward a dawn only courage can claim.