Long Weapon Poems
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My disadvantage becomes my weapon
when my failures teach me lessons
Some choose fear and show aggression
criticism too upsetting
I played cricket as a kid
good enough to play with men
Knowing less as I did
listening to all of them
Knowledge they all had to offer
admitting they knew better
If I was too proud to bother
I’d get worse not better
If I had made less effort
If I thought I was gifted
Or naturally blessed at sport ...
team sheets without me listed
I had to look up to move that way
Get things wrong and learn to play
Face mistakes that I had made
Conquer fear by being brave
Embarrassed but I carried on
Learning what I had done wrong
Not embarrassed though for long
Learn it and it’s always gone
As I became older and youngsters came to me
I could see the strongest minds differ from the weak
Those who could not swallow pride deluded in defeat
strong minds listening would rise to victory most sweet
Admitting that they didn’t know
made them into winners
Even those a little slow
can now teach the beginners
Whilst those so good they went alone
got worse before they quit
Disappointment all they’ve known
remembered now as sh....
If I was a know-it-all or believed myself established
ability I had would fall until the day it vanished
If I believed it was all me and that is why I’m great
Respect for me as a person would evaporate
Criticism is a blessing
don’t find it insulting
accepting it means never guessing
improvements keep resulting
Don’t forget you didn’t know
Someone had to show you
Is it help that you now show
Teach them something new
As time defined by gravitation
The distance, orbits and rotation
Image subjects to deformation
In electronic plasma this
Because in terms of information
Which isn't sense of orientation
Observed degree of degradation
Is great concern of project DIS
Defense Initiative Strategic
Atomic clock you studpid eejits
Atomic clock vs vibration
The round clock, double negation
The path of your unification
The competently intercepts
Nocturnal life
Parts units measures
Product production and induction
At system where evolution
Shall registered appear as such
That value of all those people
Appears precious not so much
Decision of whats wrong whats right
Prerogative of not so bright
Shall either what produce the weapon
If the stochastic mechanism
Of all to units is the schism
What will be feeding their delusion
What proves the life of the illusion
As all of them want equal rights
What each of them against what fights
Where logic and the sound judgement
May not be factor unifying
What is the consequence then THUS
Their minds defying
In assessments
Thus
Assass investments
As data unit parent child
Proves human really is no file
Perhaps no father son and I
With system such you better die
TikTok, the new harbinger of sin,
Trends promoting vandalism within.
Bathrooms defiled, decency abandoned,
In the name of likes, morality to bend.
In the name of body image, abortions justified,
Innocent lives extinguished, under the banner of women's rights.
Laws claiming protection, now wielded as a knife,
Becoming a weapon against the lives it should serve.
In the name of fame and riches, deals made,
Love proclaimed, yet atrocities laid.
In the name of God, churches tyrant-like,
Preaching prosperity, as if Jesus sought wealth's spike.
In the name of beauty, surgeries unfold,
Young girls alter bodies, a story untold.
As if God made mistakes in His creation,
A defiance of divine design, a false fixation.
In the name of knowledge, forbidden knowing gained,
Sacred boundaries crossed, wisdom profaned.
In the name of money and power, nations collide,
Killing each other, as if life's a commodity to decide.
Crimes, racism, and rape,
Just to name a Few
Violence Against Christians, a war to reshape.
And yet, in God we trust, they dare profess,
What God is this, with such moral regress?
Tell me, people, tell me, world so wide,
What God is this, where sins abide?
For the God I know rejects abomination,
Leading astray, they say love, I say lust, a stark revelation.
We are what we eat—
yet the bread on our tables
has turned to ash in the mouth.
Once, the poor were the healthiest of us all,
nourished by fields that knew no poison,
fed by rivers that flowed without a price.
The earth gave freely,
and our bodies sang with light.
But then came the merchants—
Western capitalism draped in silver lies,
turning soil to factory,
turning harvest to chemical,
turning hunger into profit.
Food is no longer grown to heal us—
it is engineered to bind us,
to keep us shivering in low vibrations,
trapped in the invisible chains of fear.
The Catholic priest once whispered to me,
“If the land where you live
cannot feed you,
then it is not worth the breath of staying.”
Yet here we stand—
on land that no longer feeds us,
our gardens stolen,
our seeds patented,
our hands empty.
They tell us to buy what we once grew,
water now comes in plastic,
and freedom comes with a barcode.
Even the saints of greed wear the mask of heroes—
Bill Gates calls himself the savior of the poor,
while feeding the world
with the slow poison of his science.
Hear me—
your days are numbered.
Humanity stirs in its sleep,
and we will reclaim
the right to plant, to drink, to eat, to live.
Food is thought,
food is spirit,
food is the first medicine—
and you have turned it
into a weapon
to rot the mind,
to weaken the heart,
to enslave the soul.
Healthy food now sits on high shelves,
priced like gold,
while the masses break bread with the devil,
unknowingly.
Tell me—
is this the hand of man,
or the breath of the devil himself?
I no longer search my memory
I no longer use my pride
I've loss the desire for liberty
I no longer speak for life
What I've said hundreds of times
I'll repeat no more
Time has had it's passage
and totaled up the score
Love has used it's powers
both human and Divine
untold endless hours
dedicating my creative mind
I've suffered the tears while writing
when injustice and love were fighting
Discribed the beauty I saw
with God's intentions totaled in awe
These are words of an empty shell
The mother of peril still shinning
pausing slowly here and there
with rhyming still providing
The old ghost it still lives
relationship more take than gives
imagined love unmasked as doubt
the weapon of fantasy I now live without
I created once a world to inspire
filled it full with realities desires
never once believing I was a liar
just another member of a silent chior
poetic eyes gone blind with time
loss of perceptions creative eye's
I now lie buried with a motor of rust
A poetic heart I no longer trust
Tampa, these are your words of life—
not shouted, but breathed,
not carved in stone,
but whispered gently in your ear.
I carry them inside me
like the hush before a song,
like the salt inside the sea.
I write them now because silence
is a kind of death
when the world is deep in sleep,
and still dreaming.
There are those who hurt
with hands,
with laws,
with sharpened tongues
that mock the soft of heart.
Still, you speak with light,
your voice a thread of gold
making torn things whole.
Beauty is not a luxury,
it is a weapon for the soul.
A pink moon rising
above broken fields
tells me we are not finished yet.
Amongst us—
here you are.
Not loud, not cruel—
but present.
Steady as stars.
Kind as sleep.
And when you are near,
I am safe again.
The trees do not apologize
for digging deep.
They do not flinch
when winter bares their bones.
And still they bloom—
green leaves like soft flags
of silent protest.
I have seen the unjust thrive.
I have seen mercy laughed at.
But I have also seen
a child offer bread
to a stranger,
a woman sing
in a crumbling alley,
a man with scars
choose to stay gentle.
I believe in them.
I believe in you.
Your words do not wound.
They warm.
They wake.
You speak and it is
spring again.
I remember the sea—
how I’d float,
held in salt and silence.
The waves did not ask
what I had done.
They only said:
you are here,
you are whole,
you are mine.
I miss that.
But I find it now
in you.
You,
who listen without needing
to be right.
You,
who hold without holding back.
You,
who fight without fists.
Hope is not a feeling.
It is a decision.
A fragile one,
remade each day.
I choose it still.
Because people like you taught me
how.
Even if the world ends,
there will be stars.
Even if I break,
there will be hands—
soft, certain—
gathering the pieces.
Let them call it foolish,
this belief in goodness.
Let them scoff.
Let them spit.
But I will keep believing.
In trees.
In waves.
In the hush of moonlight.
In you.
scarred yet you still fight,
For what is right
and Tampa, these are your words of life.
They wage war on the poor
Selling their souls what for
But for gluttony and greed
Dissension is what they breed
Harmony and discord
A duality we can't afford
People die on the street
Chilled to the bone, no heat
No bread, no bed
So they commit suicide instead
And the system is so corrupt
A melting pot is ready to erupt
Boomers failed the youth
Doomers birthed who know the truth
16.07 is the living wage
But 7.25 has us locked in a cage
And we work hard to line their pockets
Yachts, mansions, pensions, and rockets
Racial tension is their weapon
So we don't collectively unify and step in
They say work hard and achieve American dreams
But the reality is not what it seems
Connections grant privilege to the rich like royalty
As they demand we stand for the flag and show loyalty
I'm tired of being a stepping stone and I'm not alone
And this is what we've been shown
Epstein didn't kill himself we know
Another death to protect those in power and another low
America grows darker by the hour
So in a moment of clarity
There is no peace and prosperity
This is a raw deal and we need a green new deal
Because I'm tired of being a spoke on the wheel
Illiteracy is on the rise and that's our demise
Because they can feed us their lies
They blame us and claim we have no ambition
But survival is the majority's mission
Stuck paycheck to paycheck until we're dead
And those who care get shot in the head
I beg you to put your hand on your chest
Against your beating heart are we doing our best
Laws against sleeping in the car, sleeping on the sidewalk
These don't fix the problem but we can't talk
Because they balk and say you should have done better
Anything to lick the boots of the debtor
But despite all of my rage I'm still just a rat in a cage
Soon to be a forgotten footnote, a faded page
And that wheel is going to keep turning
As American lives go up in flames we're burning
But that hatred is twisting deep inside
And revolution is what we need if I must confide
The system is built on a foundation of failure, it's broken
But our passion and fury has been awoken
For this is our watershed moment to stave off calamity
After discouraging decades of enmity
So if they must wage war on the poor
We'll wage war on a system we abhor
The ancient wisdom silence is golden,
should definitely be written in golden!
Silence is a mighty weapon in hands of all,
it can be easily wielded by all.
If someone criticizes you, just keep silence,
if someone instigates you, just keep silence.
Other person without getting any reaction,
will automatically stop his action.
When mind is silent,
work is diligent.
And there is perfection,
in all operation.
Time that is saved,
gets devoted to passions craved.
Worries does cease,
their is bliss and peace.
When mind is silent one becomes observant,
of the beauty that lies around abundant.
Only one who is silent can achieve eternal bliss,
that bliss is definitely not worth a miss.
So practice silence from today,
and achieve happiness everyday.
It’s an old trick in the book
To count sheep till you fall asleep
But Mr. Insomnia stays up late
It seems he wants to be my date!
He seems to have alternate plans
He makes me do things I cannot understand
Why the other day for crying out loud
He punished me and threw me out!
It was dark and O so cold, I begged him
Yes I implored, his good humour seemed restored
He took me on a merry go round
I started giggling but had promised
not to make a single sound
Mr. Insomnia’s red eyes on my back
Making me go round on a circular track!
He is a monster that grows inside of me
And conspires with someone
I don’t even want to know
My movements are extremely slow
Why the other day my heart skipped
I only knew it could beat!
Mr. Insomnia arose from his seat
It early morning he is shuffling now
Moving quickly towards his den
If he turns around I’m ready to stab
Him with my only weapon the mighty pen
Instead of sheep, I now count to ten!
20.5.22
LET THEM SAY: ANDERSON WALKINGSHOES
INSTRUMENTAL BREAK:
This is ANDERSON WALKINGSHOES....
Enemies no be God.
True!
In fact, Yesu mogya nka omo anim.
(Atanfo nny3 Nyame)
(In fact, Yesu mogya nka omo anim)
(Atanfo nny3 Nyame)
(Listen)
(Listen)
Listen...
VERSE 1:
Real vibe to myself,
I take humility as a weapon,
Keep feeding on lies; keep poisoning yourself.
(Nny3 obi n'akum Antwi)
(Boasiako na 3di ni ti agye atrema)
I'm treating myself with a coupon,
'cause, I'm upgraded with myself and me,
Well, nipa na 3p3 as3m.
Nan-so me no, me dwene me ho.
Nti obi as3m nny3 m'as3m.
Good name better pass riches,
No room for es and witches.
CHORUS:
Ma'mbu wo ho abomfia,
Na wo sombo.
Make them talk,
Let them say,
But be vigilant.
Huh...
Wo nhyira nhy3 onipa ns3m.
Kor so aa kora wo gyidiem.
Enemies no be God.
(And they can never be)
Atanfo nny3 Nyame.
CHORUS:
Ma mbu wo ho abomfia,
Na wo sombo.
Make them talk,
Let them say,
But be vigilant.
Huh...
Wo nhyira nhy3 onipa ns3m.
Kor so aa kora wo gyidiem.
Enemies no be God.
(And they can never be)
Atanfo nny3 Nyame.
VERSE 2:
Well, I'm ain't flirty,
And that's me.
(Yeah, me no no)
I guess you all can see,
May I know you before you walk in?
Wo ka-o, w'anka-o,
Wo be wu, nti ka n'awu:
Na ns3mfoo ehi.
(Wo ka-o, w'anka-o)
(Wo be wu, nti ka n'awu)
(Na ns3mfoo ehi)
CHORUS:
Ma'mbu wo ho abomfia,
Na wo sombo.
Make them talk,
Let them say,
But be vigilant.
Huh...
Wo nhyira nhy3 onipa ns3m.
Kor so aa kora wo gyidiem.
Enemies no be God.
(And they can never be)
Atanfo nny3 Nyame.
CHORUS:
Ma'mbu wo ho abomfia,
Na wo sombo.
Make them talk,
Let them say,
But be vigilant.
Huh...
Wo nhyira nhy3 onipa ns3m.
Kor so aa kora wo gyidiem.
Enemies no be God.
(And they can never be)
Atanfo nny3 Nyame.
OUTRO:
Absolutely, you're feeling ubsurd.
You've guessed not meeting me instead?
From God I asked for confidence,
This is ANDERSON WALKINGSHOES.
I'm out of hell.
But be vigilant.
Wo nhyira nhy3 onipa ns3m.
Kor so aa kora wo gyidiem.