Words are seeds that grow and blossom,
Open doors,
Change the course,
The mouthpiece of the mind,
Intertwined with society,
Use case undefined,
Words depart as soon as they come,
Although,
Their meanings linger like a quiet echo,
A weight with every word,
People clueless to the true meaning,
A deeper meaning,
A meaning that can harm,
A pain that sorry can't mend,
A global obstacle,
A hole in our heart,
I didn't mean it,
Stop,
It's not like that,
Stop,
There's no reason for the commotion
Stop,
Thoughtless shouting,
Rambling words,
Wounds disguised as speech,
Mortifying speech,
Stop,
Hurting to feel better,
An endless cycle,
Normalized in our society,
Rooted in our veins,
But what if we paused?
What if we reconciled,
Took time to understand,
What if we planted better seeds,
Growing a garden of kindness?
A world where harm dissolves,
Where we choose light over dark.
It only takes a moment—
A single decision,
A second of thought.
Words can blossom beauty,
Or sow division.
Choose wisely.
They twitch along nerves
still wired to those fever
induced rooms, memories
of faces pressed against
windows, peering in through
curtains with their red eyes,
screams stuck in throats
suffocating to a groan
in gaping mouths.
There were places to hide
when day came around,
a dark cave inside
an iron shed with pale
constellations of old nail holes
feigning starlight overhead.
The world was kept
on the other side
of a peep hole
in the wall of the shed.
And yet there were lovely
flowers blooming
under a bright sun,
the day would carry on
with the ordinary things
that had to be done.
Terror would wear off
and morph into something
else instead, normalized
by the trick
of becoming numb,
or be little more than
a slight disturbance
fizzing in the wiring
of the head.
Besides,
who would understand
when what was there
has now moved
way beyond the vocabulary
of a word weary tongue.
Souls are assigned an agenda of purposeful worth
People meander meaning as a purpose of birth
Souls are here to experience emotional exchange
Our confluence with drama deceives us estrange
Souls are magically magnetized by a soul mate
We are nostalgically normalized by a sense of fate
Souls originate the love of unconditional designs
We preference the path of traditional blood lines
Souls are altruistically giving without reciprocity
We are unforgivingly taking without virtuosity
Souls live eternally in crossroads of evolving time
People live once in the genes of diminishing prime
In the Future, there will be no rose meadows, a desolate barren hellscape of ecocide normalized. The bleakness of reality
made possible by the dominion of the Earth.
Corporations contaminate the atmosphere we once breathed. They poisoned the air so they could sell gas masks to our children.
Oxygen, water have become luxuries.
Preparing for a death long waiting for us.
A prophecy where the eighth fire
will never be lit. Skin feels feverish before
the sun scorches us all into ashes.
Across the ocean
The abnormal is normalized
There, where perverts lose shame,
Coming out of the closet,
putrid degeneracy seeks renown,
unashamedly, sensuality is stuffed on your throat.
begging for acceptance by law,
innocent kids no longer safe,
a subtle compelling propaganda
men supposedly intelligent,
advocating immoral identity
urging us all to give up our sanity
from toleration to acceptance,
as gradually society degenerates
I stick to my African values.
And stand aloof in awe and amazement
Thou wretched spot, thou churlish little knave,
canst thou in truth believe thine own deceit?
Engendered by thy lusts, thou art a slave,
ensconced by thy morality’s retreat.
Ye target those placed trusting in your care,
such innocent, inquisitive young minds,
yet lurking in thy cerebellar lair,
a single thought, corrupting all it finds.
Thou seekest normalized attraction thus,
outraged when thy detractors say ye groom,
yet utilizing TikToc to discuss,
there plastered on the walls, thy queerish blooms.
Thou maledict, thy curse flies off my lips:
now pass through blades and lie among the chips.
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for the Shakespeare in 2023 Poetry Contest
sponsored by Anoucheka Gangabissoon
written on 01/08/23
Could I, should I, and may I?
You are my poetry. I am in love with his present, that my future longs for.
My poetry is you, pale love.
Your giddy eyes mesmerize me, your plump lips catch my attention, and your charm and sweetness entice me to approach you, but your disposition begs me to stay with you. Your hugs and smiles make me happy. My heart feels like a nuclear bomb might detonate when I touch you.
Could I, should I, or may I?
Even though it is nighttime, light displays remain motionless against the rain.
However, as we play around, Your lips begin to flow within mine, and mine begin to flow within yours.
But the rain continues to fall
However, you've forced me to see love as painful even though it's also fascinating. You've made me crush my love like an elephant tramples an ant, you've normalized pain while making love seem strange to me. Even though it shocks me when I see it, and you've forced me to question my identity even whilst forcing me to discover it.
What is intended for you is the will to act.
What is wished for you is a passion for care.
What I wanted for you was to understand my love.
Political verses
They came and looked.
Assaulted the dwellers
We preferred blindness
The winner robs all
Apartheid normalized
Slowly we see horror
They murder the holly.
That insists on surviving.
The pure outpace evil.
It is absurd and sad.
From the village stores to the shores.
An eruption of corruption.
Where is the corrupt? Who is corrupt?
When have normalized the anomalies.
For you to get one must also get.
The lesser you give the lesser you get.
I won't concur until we conquer.
?@Tha Formidable Cheru.
#themonk.
Father, you say there will be good times and bad times
But why does this all seem unfair?
How many more sleepless nights?
How many more hungry nights?
How many more cold nights?
Do I have to endure before the leaf finally turns.
Father I have laughed at the impossible.
I have normalized the abnormal
Thinking that soon it will all come back
But still there is nothing coming my way
I have looked up
I have looked down
I have looked sideways
But there is not even the tinniest sign
Father decades have gone by and I think I have endured enough.
You say patience pays,
But have I not been patient enough?
Have you forgotten me?
PLEASE HAVE MERCY!
Troubled day and night
By hazardous creatures not of light
Neither do seem black nor white
But tapped wholly to come have a bite
Another youth seems booked
Power rarely is waited for
Chaos normalized, but not a blow
Screams unanswered, maybe more
Silence does, in a vast land of vow
Oh! God; another plate is cut
A nightmare which soon ends
All to remember knowing no bonds
Some forces by which all bends
Are made of fairly known rounds
For philosophers always admire!
Paint a picture wit my poetry, young brothas killing each other over faces of white men, we were sold a false definition of success, the means to get this success, is controlled by the one that sold you a false definition of success, can you ever have enough money, it's an endless pit no bottom more money more problems, we build your jails, we build your schools teach us about the doctrines of devils and you make all the rules, who said what is good, who told you what is evil, normalized by psychology to hate knowledge and love jealousy, in this society it's easy to catch a felony, different races come into the hood, buy stores and leave wit all the money, this does not do our communities any good, economic castration black men don't do business around the world, but a black man is president political instigation, more time is given if you kill a white man, less time is given when you kill black man social dispensation, truth is what people can't stand, America was built of the backs of kidnapped Africans.
Career has developed huge glands
a surrogate, closing the eyes from loved ones.
Suit and tie on the pages of priority
sucking life away until age loses its lubricant.
Banks hold the candy, but only stored in the oceans
virtual becoming more real than evident links
absorbing trust, kindness and patience to make humanity less.
Power tussle of nations to show who owns the pie
while poverty and greed slips underneath to make it taste sour.
Religion and sectional identity, emerging lords
never voted for, yet mandated to sting.
What matters the most matters less
and what matters less is craved the most,
a lesson unlearned, not until attacked by a virus.
Lockdown necessitates a two-day hold of papa’s hand,
which is a hundred times more than the previous ten years.
Societal red flags normalized for the world to move fast,
family is life, to love is also to live.
When basics are complicated, the world needs a reset
no thanks to affliction, history still is the teacher.
Family, love and happiness, others should remain appendages
this should be on every flag when we are set free.
Cognitive disruptions becoming commonplace
In a world where decay is perversely normalized
A society so infatuated with chasing
the next dopamine fix
Fiending for a superficial recognition
The days of beneficial discourse
And genuine regard for the well-being of others
Have withered away into a most malicious wind
One that carries good intentions into graves
And perpetuates the degradation
Of those who, in waning hours
Might have been able to reverse
The course of an insidious massacre
outside of all the boxes,
dwells the realm of innovation,
uncharted territory,
to be discovered and undiscovered,
once mapped, sucked into the mainstream,
boxed and normalized,
each innovation expands the known,
while also increasing the unknown.
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