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...‘I belonged to a species like your own,
born of a mother of flesh and blood,
our people were guided by our own god,
who had lifted us up out of the mud.
‘We were an impossible old species,
with each generation we would improve,
but our god knew he had a limited time,
so helped make our growth gentle and smooth.
‘After billions of years of such guidance,
we had become much like gods ourselves,
with powers you cannot imagine yet,
but who would rise up? None could tell.
‘I set myself to serious study,
just like everyone else of my kind,
then one day I felt a great clarity,
as if a veil was lifted from my mind.
‘I had transcended into godhood,
in a great surge of pure energy,
my essence transformed to ethereal,
and I drew all bits of matter to me.
‘See, when a being becomes a deity,
he consumes everything that came before,
all life, all matter, even my old god,
until the universe of old was no more.
‘A universe is a god’s very flesh,
I drew it all in, and then with a bang,
expanded outwards as this new universe,
all the cosmos with my essence sang.
‘This happened fourteen billions years ago,
all of creation relies on my will,
and I marveled at this magnificence,
flexing my powers did keep my time filled.
‘I even thought that I was immortal,
that forever I would have time to play,
but like the old god, I've recently found
that even a deity can age.
‘All powerful does not mean all knowing,
and a successor I did not create,
I ignored the lessons of the old god
until now, when it is almost too late…
‘I do not have time to take you by the hand,
use the method that was applied to us,
it would take too long, and I have to hurry,
a billion years just isn’t long enough.
‘I made evolution just for this task,
to speed things up and make godhood arise,
intense competition will weed out the weak,
strength and competence will be realized.
‘It may seem brutal to those who will perish,
but no other solution can now work,
it may seem evil…maybe it is,
but rest assured, it is I that’s the jerk.
‘I was the one who arrogantly assumed
that I didn’t have to learn from the past,
it was my mistake that necessitates this,
I will regret this screw-up to the last...
CONCLUDES IN PART IV.
Another presence roams inside me, its thoughts presses into my mind and its desires rot into
the core of my soul. Its desires and wishes are only pleasures filled with pain; I repel its
offers of a gratifying but bitter intent. Nevertheless it never wavers from its path to tempt
me into its void of a pit, it whispers violently and sweetly “I know YOU better than you know
yourself, so why don’t you let your hand move freely and feel the warmth it lust for, let it
mark your face with its deeds.” I fear his words, words which perhaps may have truth
hidden in them, no matter how false and delusional they may seem. But I am not what you
think I am, nor will I ever be what you tempt me to be. “Tempt you, no I am merely guiding
you for you are no different than this stout man who says he will help anyone in need and
here he is indulging himself in front of these outstretched hands of famished children’s;
you’re just like him, nothing more than a hypocrite who wants peace. Your just like everyone
else in this world, you let this society pick into your minds and weed out the truth, and what
do you do you idly sit until your nothing more than a puppet for their amusement.” Know I’m
a hypocrite who wants peace, is it because I don’t fall in line with the rest when they say
recycle and save energy, is it because my eyes view peace on a grander scale then doing
these small deeds, these small deeds that they still don’t accept and only will show progress
when it’s too late. “What makes you think your peace or any peace at all will resolve our
problems, peace has only one flavor, but war has so many flavors it produces such as
genocide, hate, anger, poverty, hunger, and so, so much more. Its best yet is death; I ask
you how peace can compete with such a potent flavor, when peace itself has but one taste.
A taste, a flavor that will eventually fade away in the mouth of all humans like all unwanted
products that cast them away from their comfort zones. Why you may ask because they
choose to create a heaven on earth but this heaven is none other than one riddled with sins
and lies.”
We're pounding on the walls to watch the cities fall
We're pounding on the walls to watch the cities fall
We're pounding on the walls to watch the cities fall
We're pounding on the walls to watch the cities fall
Prepare to challenge every belief you've ever held
Just don't be surprised by how quickly they're felled
Everything you thought you knew was a ruse
To amuse those who would ignite the fuse
The skylines are ablaze with the flames of change
Yet beneath the turmoil is a tranquility so strange
Neighbors become brutal enemies bloodied by combat
As the arteries of the city falter combatants go splat
We're pounding on the walls to watch the cities fall
We're pounding on the walls to watch the cities fall
We're pounding on the walls to watch the cities fall
We're pounding on the walls to watch the cities fall
All of this bloodshed to weed out what is different
Another lost life becomes another soul spent
Ignorance gave way to gibberish and then blistering bickering
And while politicians are shivering society is withering
This is what happens when the few push the many
Because a single life is worth more than a penny
And that penny is what we set on the table
As if it will support our lives, it's such a fable
We're pounding on the walls to watch the cities fall
We're pounding on the walls to watch the cities fall
We're pounding on the walls to watch the cities fall
We're pounding on the walls to watch the cities fall
This is what happens when the few push the many
Because a single life is worth more than a penny
And that penny is what we set on the table
As if it will support our lives, it's such a fable
Prepare to challenge every belief you've ever held
Just don't be surprised by how quickly they're felled
Everything you thought you knew was a ruse
To amuse those who would ignite the fuse
We're pounding on the walls to watch the cities fall
We're pounding on the walls to watch the cities fall
We're pounding on the walls to watch the cities fall
We're pounding on the walls to watch the cities fall
There's a moment everyday where we choose to listen to love or ignore its cry.
Though ignoring it gets easier when we don't even try.
We get so caught up in our own lives that we no longer endear.
Everyday we need to love ourselves and also our peers.
And to care about what's living in the world and not possessing things of the world.
Theres no victory at the end, for the most money someone has gained.
Only being alone with all the possessions that was strived to obtain.
All the while, having life wasted on things that clearly don't matter.
After all, it will be left behind with whatever was our stature.
Before its realized,a little too late,
Take time to love someone and someone's love, appreciate.
If were not willing to love one another, how can we expect a change?
By doing nothing, everything remains the same.
If we don't allow love to drive us, then evil gladly will.
There's plenty of vacancies awaiting love that we need to instill.
As time pushes us along, we continue to develop our own self-distractions.
We're becoming slaves of the world, instead of having love steer our every action.
Consequently, evil's tree of hate continues to grow.
And as long as we're helping it pollinate, then hate will bestow.
We all have a part in how the world blossoms.
To be a benefit, we need to look at ourselves and weed out the problems.
Once we rid ourselves of whats choking our soul,
Then love has room to spread and it's good will surely grow.
Unfortunately, love has been sadly pushed to the wayside.
It's even deemed ludacris and only in our mind.
Contrarily, love is meant to be the focal point of our lives.
And to do what's right knowing God is by our side.
Let's not allow satan to lure us into his game.
For it will only bring hardship and a life full of pain.
Some things of beauty is based solely on deception.
Like an oleander, so alluring, but has deadly poison in its possession.
In order for the radiance of love to flourish, it needs us to convey.
By us being it's vessel, and allowing it to guide our way.
Would that I could consider this departure
A pleasure trip to lands with beautiful sights.
Traveling for betterment of mind and spirit
A place you go…and come back you might.
I wish I could imagine you will answer
each letter that I write,
or pick up the phone when I dial,
making your absence lose its bite.
Alas, my fellow laborers,
this dream becomes reality in Christ…
for death of the flesh is only the start,
our spirit resurrects to life!
So, although I'll miss you my love
until we meet once again,
There's no need for sorrow
when we reach that happy end.
And what of those who don't believe,
do not have faith in Jesus, God's son?
For even those who live good lives
still sin, yes, everyone.
Compared to those who are wicked,
who are evil and hurt innocent lives,
we may look as pure and white as a lamb
against the darkness of night.
But compare the wool with fresh snowfall,
in the light of day…
the purity of a Holy God
makes that wool look dirty, filthy gray.
The only way to wash away
the blackness of sin so egregious…
is to be washed in the forgiving blood
and love of God's Son, Jesus.
Still, there are some who don't believe,
who mock and reject this gift.
God still loves you and his justice
will always seek to bridge the rift.
Revenge, vengeance, and torture
are not in the fruit of the Spirit…
it seems to me, these are from the enemy
and we need not fear it.
Oh justice will be done, yes,
the wicked will receive their just reward.
Not eternal torture,
that evil isn't in our Lord.
But His plan has always been
to weed out those who will gladly do harm…
so we can live in peace,
eternally in His loving arms.
A crazed, dazed unexplained side show that freaks. What did we just do? Who knew, the few true, would prove to be me; and you? In shape we fit to form; like the shoe. In step we go toe to toe. As we set sail off the dock we began to row. From here to Tim buck two, the news has been spread. A wire fed buzz, music stuck inside your head. Without reason or cause. Lost in frenzy of locked jaws. The channel is the change. No home out on the range. Supernatural reaction of self satisfaction. It's dog eat dog in this life form contraption. Unable to define the infinite. The string cheese is an incident. Leaving a lasting impression as people come and go. Fair is the weather my friend, I'll see you at the show. It's no holds bar, a fight to the death. If your waiting for the miracle, I wouldn't waste a breath. I creep on stealth; I'm light on my feet. To avoid the contact, with the stranger on streets. A taco truck drives by and the fire engine sounds. I light up a smoke and out come the hounds. The city is the life and this is how we live. Another day another dollar, homeless asking us to give. The sites that we see, as we tour this. We are just visiting this life like a tourist. An excursion; short lived like a fur-low. It's suggested that we go with the flow. We make the most of the little things we appreciate. Make room for the love and weed out the hate. A master of disaster in this episode or chapter. Another piece to the puzzle that ends happily ever after. We flock towards the it crowd. To be a somebody who's proud. Egotistical tendencies close the mind. Open your hearts and who knows what you'll find. As the world turns, our wheels keep spinning. We learn from our mistakes. This is only the beginning. It's not easy to explain; this may last day or even weeks. It's a crazed, dazed, unexplained side show that freaks.
“Mother,” she cried, “You cannot crowd everything in your new space.
Ridding yourself of some of it is something you must face.”
I was opening a small red box as she began to speak.
When I saw the contents that it held my aging legs turned weak.
I’d put them away when he had died for seeing them made me sad.
They were still there all neatly tied, love letters from her dad.
I turned to her with welling eyes. “These go with me to my grave.
Your daddy wrote them to me, they are something I must save.”
“Of course, Mamma, it’s up to you. I’m just cautioning you a bit.
We must weed out the useless things. They simply will not fit.”
I put the box on the dresser where some other treasures lay,
items I knew I must go through before I moved away.
I gazed at the familiar room and the furniture it contained.
I fancied I heard the pieces scream, “Am I discarded or retained?”
I called my daughter to me and asked her to sit down.
“ Don’t be disgusted with me Honey, I’m not moving into town.
I know you think I am not safe, alone on this old farm.
I’ve lived here now for sixty years and have never come to harm.
Your dad and I were frugal, we didn’t buy unneeded things.
The only jewelry that we owned was our two wedding rings.
I’ve never had a garage sale. I had no excess to sell,
and we had no reason to buy new, when the old worked just as well.
I fit in here as comfortably as I do in my old shoes.
Everything in this old house I love or is of use.
Knowing I’d made up my mind, my daughter sweetly assented.
Staying in my home with beloved things, I never have repented.
My letters in their box are on my little bedside table.
I’ll read one with my prayers each night, as long as I am able.
Won 2nd place
I was young
But old enough to know better
We were rounded up
Determined to weed out the culprit
I sat quietly and poker faced
Holding my breath and dying inside
I wanted this inquisition
To be over but it dragged on forever
If I could hold on long enough
It would end at a standstill
And eventually be forgotten
I could never imagine
A scenario where someone
Might be wrongly punished
After all there was no evidence
But before I knew it
It had happened in front of my eyes
Accused and brutally spanked in an instant
Though blatantly innocent
In shock and utter disbelief
Convinced my belated admission of guilt
Would now be pointless
Too young to truly appreciate
The true value of
Clearing a person’s reputation
I ran up to my room and
Gasped for my first breath of stupor
I got away that moment
But have been paying ever since
I never admitted or asked for forgiveness
Seemed pointless through the years
Decades later
My brother
Would have said
It wasn’t important
It’s long forgotten
I know this because in some wimpy blurry recollection
I vaguely remember admitting it to him some fifty years later
Knowing full well it was too little too late
And his response was exactly as expected
Confirming my high opinion of his virtuous generosity
But fifty years later
My pointless admission seemed surreal
As though to amplify rather than to lighten that old regret
I didn’t deserve or want to ever forget
My very first true act of cowardice
AP: 1st place 2020
Posted on April 22, 2018
Bullets are whizzing by,
walls caving in,
calling forth hue and cry,
we are shut in.
Nothing I have to lend,
nothing to sell.
Don't be afraid, my friend,
all shall be well.
Vows of fidelity
never been kept,
sweet ideality,
gone and off swept,
treasons and lies ascend,
mentors misspell.
Don't be afraid, my friend,
all shall be well.
Firm as a rock but then
crumbled away,
now like blind cock and hen,
puzzled and stray,
no chance to comprehend,
rushing pell-mell.
Don't be afraid, my friend,
all shall be well.
Draw your conclusions
when troubles come near,
forms are illusions
and must disappear,
merrily do attend
life's carousel.
Don't be afraid, my friend,
all shall be well.
No poison arrow
can hurt anymore,
no dreadful narrow
and no hostile shore.
Spirit once broken
is now on the mend,
as succor's token
I'll stay as godsend.
During recovery
you'll win clear sight
by new discovery:
things are alright.
Love is creation,
beyond time and space,
all its causation
embedded in grace.
I lead you up the hill,
strengthen your arm,
help you weed out the ill,
extirpate harm.
See how entrenched you stand,
didn't I tell?
Take my protective hand,
all shall be well.
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its filthy in here; bodies litter the floor
I placed myself in danger just like before
meth has consumed my life for quite some time
its not hard to see why people resort to crime
the need is what brought us all to this place
In our desperation our morals were erased
With nothing left but an addiction to feed
We came to this house to get what we need
Too many of us are here, its way too loud
Someone has got to weed out this crowd
the lab is scattered about as we just wait
Its so close to being done, this part I hate
The air is stuffy and the windows are small
Fans are placed to move air down the hall
A thick smoke will soon become our air
As much as I hate it I always have to stare
I am terrified of all outcomes to this but one
With odds like that you'd think i'd be done
But as the smell of acid hits me in the face
A hundred memories appear; I begin to chase
Anxiety starts to build as I get closer to a hit
I begin a war inside me that dares me to quit
The risk that comes with all of this mess
Threatens to take it all and leave me less
I block out the warnings and ignore the signs
I pretend it's a gray area without fine lines
I am suddenly happy, it was worth the wait
My hands are shaking, which I hate
I get my bag and I head out the door
I know I'll be back as soon as I need more
Its funny how much evil we ignore to protect
Our friendly addiction, we dare not neglect
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