DOWNPOURING LADY JUSTICE
Cold falling rain
Shed tears
Mimicking hell’s waters
Trying to drown
Sinking struggling justice
Seeking to survive
Deceiving tidal waves
Seeking to douse
Hope held high
In a stoic hand
Of a lady
Struggling to master
Anchored ideological
Chartered political moorings…
WAR AND ALLEGORICAL AWARENESS
You can’t ignore war.
Its awareness, God allows.
Can you ignore God?!
War is like crucifixion;
We must be as assenction.
Oppression nails us.
Awareness liberates us
And empties graves.
In this awareness, let us
Fight to end today’s warring:-
IN ORDER TO GO, YOU HAVE TO STOP
Listen, understand, and be aware:
In order to go, you have to stop
Procrastinating and wallowing
In abject apathy:-
You've got to stop saying to yourself,
“I can’t deal with this BS anymore”:
The shackling of you, not going:-
Yes, in order for you to go, you have to stop;
You have to stop putting off today, what is
Necessary for tomorrow to become
A wishful, blessed today:-
Listen, understand, and be aware:
Yellow-thoughts, prepare you
To get ready to stop and
Prepare to reflect on
The green light
Where God
Is sending you:-
Remember, heat comes
With the light of wisdom’s fire:-
Thus, it’s time to stop just sitting there,
And get going where God has fired you up to be!
While there may often be blinking yellow lights,
Signaling a time to slow down and assess the route’s
Ongoing to where you are being navigated to be,
Just slow down, assess yourself, and proceed onward:-
A CLOUDED LIGHT AWARENESS
Through the darkened clouds,
Liberating light shining,
Blossoming wisdom:-
In the darkest times, light comes:
Navigating destiny:-
A Change of State
Matter shifts through its states, threefold,
Solid, liquid, gas, stories untold.
Sometimes, I'm akin to such transitions,
Solid, firm, with structured renditions.
Yet futile it seems, this rigid guise,
A veneer to smother, where emotions arise.
Then liquid, I flow, adapt, adhere,
To circumstances, situations, unclear.
Letting all things effortlessly glide,
In this fluid state, I often reside.
But mostly, I find myself in the gas,
Invisible, yet present, in moments that pass.
In the air, but not quite seen,
Yet you require me, for reasons unseen.
Silent observer, I linger, aware,
Shifting my form, in the currents of air.
Yet, does the change hold any sway?
Am I the same, regardless of display?
A change of state, perhaps in vain,
For whether transformed or still the same,
I remain, steadfast, true to me,
In all my forms, eternally free.
I know,
it is 2024
When a best artist paint
mix different colours
While drawing something on the board.
He will end up happily
As the outcome will be super.
I can say loud,
" Best
Artist
Paint
always appreciates his final product."
What can astonish me the most,
To see a man of certain
colour skin
Sleeping with a woman
of other colour skin
At the end of their enjoyment
Comes a mixture colour child
Then a man end up discriminating
His own child
While claiming publicly...
He " she" is not of his colour skin.
Can you call this man
" Best
Artist
Paint "
Does he really understand
the beauty of mixture
colours?
Look at this World
visit this World and
see different colour skins
Of many folks.
Don't ask who painted them well
Remember they are
many painters
Out there.
If he "she"refuses to grab poisoned milk and honey
He "she"can be called names here and there daily.
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