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Lively words on tiptoes left,
Vanishing in the night.
In vain have I sought to find them,
Those precious prodigal words.
Did they slip away like mice
Through temples worn out by age?
Like jocks who rode the bench too long,
Have they quit for lack of play?
Or have they found me faithless,
Lusting after phrases
And daisy chains of impish words,
And in anger run away?
Fled they like southing swallows
Escaping Winter’s blight?
Will they come back to me one day
Like old Capistrano’s birds?
If a wordless king is a pauper;
And a well-spoken peasant rich;
And words are the gems we offer
To who the ones we love,
Am I then to be destitute
When I wear the crown of years?
For if my wealth of words is gone,
I cannot beg at Heaven’s gate
As is in heaven, so is on earth;
Democracy never went well for the foreigner on earth.
That serpent of old, well spoken in scripture,
Master of lies, deceiver and breaker of structure.
Democracy had him fall like lightning from heaven,
Absolute monarchy - sole authority in heaven.
Democracy - a system prone to fracture and strain,
Easily swayed, easily broken, again and again.
Highly preached, yet rooted in questionable feature,
Could it stem from that same old antagonistic creature?
A promising path, yet followed in blur,
Embraced without clarity of what truly occurs.
Democracy for Africa; a flame on the pyre,
A truth we desire; not an imposed attire.
Clearly not born from within; pressed from without,
A system we follow, yet scarcely about.
Democracy is not for all under earth,
Hereditary rule; the glory of empire’s birth.
As is in heaven, unbroken in worth,
So power stands whole; as is in heaven, so on earth.
When you said to me,
"Climb up here, It's pollution free."
Sacred. Safe.
Your rarefied air.
Calculating, you seemed so free.
Safeguard. Sage.
I said I could breathe...
Underrated your density.
Saintly. Sane.
High-minded insight.
When anticipated terror
denuded me,
cool rarefied air
regulated insanity,
far gone fear.
I will breathe
in your rarefied air.
Let it burn brisk
in brittle, brave lungs.
Gasp and grasp
life's flame, full flare.
Lunge for high notions,
those far-flung schemes.
I will breathe in
High mind's smoke,
hung in air-
that ghostly stroke of genius,
rare token in disguise
Well spoken word flurries
whipping away thin guise.
Floating crown
adrift on high.
I will breathe in
Your rarefied air,
because I listened to you.
"Clamber up, high!
Unfazed view will circle you,
miles on end surround you.
No going around the bend.
Nowhere else to go.
No zig zag escape.
No spike in pressure.
No deep depression.
No bad atmosphere.
No stabbing shove.
No push or pull on edge.
Just your pledge to breathe.
To move in one direction.
Forever. Mentally "together."
Stay in good shape."
I will breathe out.
Your rarefied thoughts
congeal life's force,
slows down blood flow.
Till body gloved heart
faintly, faintly glows...
Concealed fire's torch,
caved embers die down.
Stripped artfully apart,
Your rarefied airs
blanket my mind in snow.
13/10/2018. Purely fiction. On the pros and cons of mentorship. "Higher" education is not necessarily a good thing. Learning lessons are.
The difference between poetry, prose
and prayer lies in the written form...
The similarity is present
when love and faith are present...
Poetry truly exists when:
It is written,
it is inscribed,
it serves:
In equality,
honesty,
integrity,
humanity,
spirituality,
evolution, and truth
in the service of God...!
God wants poetry
to be a harmonious bridge
between the physical and the spiritual,
between today and tomorrow.
the key link in evolution...!
Every well-spoken word,
when written with love,
is poetry...!
In a fervent,
fragrant, loving home...
poetry makes its home,
a poet owns it!
Poetry is not a trivial hobby,
it is, indeed, elegant and noble,
a lifestyle...!
I write poetry
because we are partners,
loyal companions...
I make it, it makes me...!
Confident faith in the Lord of Accord is being at peace with Him, with you
Pride and arrogance is a no-no and what I say is pretty, awesomely true
True understanding comes from the knowledgeable confidence and shed graceful glows
Rotten confidence is mistaken as pure and well-spoken by fools and their ignorance shows
God and His Holy Spirit gives me confidence
So, what about you?
What gives you motivation and deliverance?
The past, can’t undo
The present is what we can absolutely control,
We are in the now, looking all the way forward
To the future and what lies ahead as a whole
Do not look behind us or even backtrack onward
Confidence is key abundantly
Open up the locket
Try to find it or feel for it, hurry,
In your pant pocket
The ajar gate will set you free
You won’t feel regret
If you have confidence positively!
I am different
I am unique
I am special
I am the first man on the earth
History tried to re-write me out of the scripts
Year after year archaeologist
Discovers my bones
My treasures
My artifacts
I am not a slave
I was made in God's image
I am a King
My people once ruled the earth
Who am I
I am different
I am just a man
Like any other man
My ancestors were enslaved
Raped, abused, cursed
Ridicule, spat on, accused
Denied, robed and beaten
Who am I
I am the first
I am not an ape
Nor am I uncivilized
I am not ignorant
As many will make you believe
My heart is not cold
I am not a migrant
Nor am I a fool
When I walk
I am stared at
I am not scary
I am just a man with color
I am tall, lean, well built, intelligent
Invented, well spoken and not ashamed
I am indeed indifferent
My eyes are brown
My hair is wavy
My voice echoes
Through the caves
I was born to be a leader
My ancestors built a nation
We are an intelligent, peaceful race
I am the first
Yet mankind choose to enslave me
They brought me at a price
To work their farms
To build their empires
To fight against my own
They brain wash me
Now I fight alone
Who am I
I am the first
Created in Gods image
I am important
I am no longer
Going to stand on my own.
When the friendly Devil asks you to dance,
step back...don't grab His inviting hand;
He's very good at the art of deception:
His ways are very charming and tempting that only a perceptive person can tell,
and He's well-dressed and well-spoken and He comes in the shape of male or female,
to buy more souls for His vindication!
I see Satan in the face of different people,
kinder than anyone...conjuring up conflicts among the faithful;
even those who imitate the Divinity of Jesus will deceive a good soul
with their false kindness and outward holiness!
Many will betray Christ for an instant glance at all that is gold;
and they can be your most trustworthy friends!
When the friendly Devil asks you to dance,
turn away from His alluring smile and seek refuge in the open arms of Jesus!
This fallen angel has drawn a plan for each one joining His network of sinners:
to strip all of their faith, values and dignity,
forcing them to obey His laws of immorality!
Are you one of them following his indecent ways?
Fancy-free childhood, glorious youth and awaited Golden Years
will be pitifully wasted in the quest for that self-pride;
and all Satan has to do is offer you a free ride!
Fools, become as shrewd and intuitive as foxes,
to fend off all the attacks of the wicked ones;
and can you ,amid them, remain as silent and gentle as lambs?
When the friendly Devil asks you to dance,
challenge Him with your fists of resistance!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
disappointment whispering at every corner
pride is not a voice in your soul
no longer a girl
only a voice
a voice
only
no
yelling at me to "just do it"
it's not that simple
it's not that easy
it seems that
no matter
how hard
I try
it's never enough
it will never be
never enough
for anyone
no matter
I'm fine
everything is fine
but it's not
it's not
fine
its
not just ok
it's hard
every
time
it gets harder
but
you don't see
and you never will
every action seems pointless
every word well-spoken goes unheard
unrewarded
every time
the light
unseen
my voice
unheard
WORDS WISHES TO EXPRESS THEMSELVES THRU SONG
THE COLLABORATIONS OF THOSE WHO WISH TO ENTERTAIN
WELL SPOKEN AND MANNERED IN THE BEST WAYS OF SINGING
WHAT THEN ARE THE AUD'S OF THESE FOLK WHO WISH WORDS
DEINCES THAT APPLAUD THE NEED OF THE WRITERS TO COMPOSE
STRESSES OF MUSIC SUNG IN TUNES AND HARMONIES,
THESE EXPRESSIONS OF THOUGHTS MADE RIGHT BY THE SOUNDS OF
THOSE WHO STUDY AND STUDY AND STUDY: TIL STUDY IS
COMMUNICATED IN THE LANGUAGE OF MUSIC
BEHIND THE CURTAIN ON THE STAGE
IN THE VIEW OF THE PEOPLE, ALL THE PEOPLE!
THOSE WHO LIKE AND DISLIKE, MAKING IT THEIR BUSINESS TO KNOW THESE HAPPENINGS, THAT WHICH SOMETHINGS DONE MIGHT BE HEARD IN
THE EXPRESSION OF MUSIC, WORDS THAT BECOME THE SONG
I was going on a blind date, hoping it would be fate. I heard him before I saw him,I wasn’t sure what it was he said but it meant a lot to me.
Just to hear his voice made him seem so hot to me. Dark manly voice and well spoken, surely my heart would not end up broken?
He was suddenly right in front of the restarant table, surely he would be able to give me something ore than just his voice to go on pretty soon. Maby we would end up in a distant future in our honey moon. He startet to speak again and then I did not recognice his voice!
It must have been some other person in the resturant that made me fell in love with only ther voice? Well, the date went grate, must have beenfate. We soon married and had a child.
My husband had a friend come over one day we were going out to eat. That's when I felt defeat, I suddenly heard that voice again!
It was my husands best friend who came to babysit for us. Ohhh, the irony that he still gave me shaking in my knees and butterflies in my belly. Oh god, I wish I had not turned aroud to see that his best friend was just a dark voiced woman! That was the weirdest thing ever, I asure I did not feel rather clever...