You thought
you were in love.
But you forgot—
love
is a battlefield.
And control
is its silent weapon.
If control is lost,
everything
falls apart.
A woman with status
may look down
on a man without it.
Yet a man with power
can uplift.
So what then
is love?
You were told
it is pure.
But to some,
a relationship
is a courtroom—
where judgment is passed
without appeal.
We are human.
We are opportunistic.
And in love,
this truth
reveals itself.
Deception
is not taught.
It is mastered.
Masks are worn.
Perception
is shaped.
Beauty becomes strategy.
Softness
becomes leverage.
Desire—
your desire—
becomes your blindness.
You call love
wicked.
But ask yourself—
where does
that wickedness
begin?
In the battlefield of love,
the true strategists
move in silence.
They wait.
Like a cobra—
patient,
precise,
certain.
And when the moment comes,
they strike.
Only the steadfast
survive.
They say
awareness is power.
And now,
awareness grows.
Truth rises slowly.
Like night
giving way
to day.
And in that light,
the illusions fade.
ESSENCE OF THINGS
correlated
fragments
appear
complementary
opportunistic
speculative
spontaneity
duality
plurality
of
expressive
options
in
subjective
choices
awareness
elevated
an
exclusive
catalogue
of
assiduous
permitted
liberties
Solemn, inalienable right and poor, opportunistic excuse ...
Enemies of body, soul, and mind
Are rapidly on the incline.
With subtlety and deception,
With plan and determination,
Like a serpent hidden in weeds,
Waiting and lurking for evil deeds;
Hovering with opportunistic attitudes;
Capturing the mentalities of multitudes;
Causing them to switch tracks.
Looking and longing to attack,
They are vicious in their evil acts.
As they plan their destructive strikes,
May God ever grant us resolve to fight back.
One may see puffins and parrots
any hour of the week
both birds bear a big colourful beak
the former pelagic feed on fish
and live in large colonies on coastal cliffs
tho' monogamous collectively breed as a bunch
but with renown as the Atlantic sea clown
in Iceland several are served as lunch
the latter arboreal primarily frugivorous
toco being by far the largest
are opportunistic and occasionally omnivorous
to a few prudes it may seem unseemly or rude
and yet if they stick around they'll later get down
as their chicks are seen to hatch in the nude
these avians may fly high in the sky
have the same such things as two wings and legs
and of each species the female lays eggs
but that's where similarity does stop
one puffin can do more than toucan do
in more or less of a day
after mating its pecker turns grey
and without waiting its bill it will drop
Winter Is here,
Fear washed away my sorrow with desperation and opportunism,
Now I wait for winter,
For I will meet the woman of my dreams in winter,
Torrid freezing,
Will throw her into my arms,
Winter is here,
Fear washed away my manhood with white supremacy,
I’m dreaming of a white woman,
To wash away all of my sorrow,
I am desperate and opportunistic,
Winter is here,
I finally found my white bride,
She told me she loved me as she put me in handcuffs for being black,
I cried tears of joy,
Winter is here,
My jacket is white like the snow,
It makes me look cool,
But I can’t move,
And boy do I have some moves.
A mighty ancient predator a reptilian that’s highly feared,
distinct among its peers deserves to be revered.
Basking on river banks seeking the sun’s warmth,
but when it comes to mating it’s best in thunderstorms.
Crocs are deadly hunters that feed on every prey,
in swamps and muddy waters they live and like to stay.
They stealthily move in silence and engulf or seize their prey,
they spin their bodies to tear apart the flesh of game they slay.
Crocs are opportunistic feeders,
in darkness can find their way,
with the smell of blood and taste of meat they like to start their day.
April 13 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on 1Kings 5-7
Key Verse – 1Kings 5:4 But now the LORD my God hath given me rest on every side, so that there is neither adversary nor evil occurrent.
PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO GIVES US REST
Praise be to God for giving us rest:
Refreshing us with His optimistic peacefulness
Restrengthening us midst occurring problems
Reenergizing us against opportunistic plans
Relieving us along His offered provisions
Reinforcing us optimum persistence
1Kings 6:11-12 Praise be to the Lord Who
performs His Word with us:
Steadfastly along His might
Sturdily upon His moves
Spiritedly by His mercy
Scripturally midst His miracles
Skillfully through His magnificence
1Kings 7:51 Praise be to the Saviour for enabling us
to enjoy the treasures of His house, since we are His:
Dedicated servants
Diligent stewards
Determined soulwinners
Disciplined soldiers
Duty-bound salvation-seed sowers. Amen!
April 13, 2024
Don't fear, My dear
We are hear
To fight back together
Don't wake up early in the morning to finish the chores
Wake up to prove yourselves and destroy the whores
Be yourself and love yourself beyond limits
so that
When he says something, you can fight back without being torpid
You can do it
And I am with you
We both will fight together without being in a hue
Infact why to prove always
Be capable, Be opportunistic
Be a leader
Do things to satisfy yourself
Not because of the fake feminism which he said
Let's talk about equality in its real sense
Where the world of opportunity and education will be immense
youth, where imperfections trip upon each other
and opportunistic peers joyfully celebrate the folly
- glass tree houses be damned...
and - a spun bottle breaks blood brotherhoods
where fragile crevices expose truths and
welcome untested kinships to fill the void.
the leftover baggage - will it be burden or buoyant?
like Scrooge's chains, worked upon - idyllic dreams
dragged into reality.
we're told to pull ourselves together -
while drowning in emotional incontinence
like this stumbling poem, trying to balance
reason ... and sanity
then - tossed to time's tumult,
life's bitter tempering, yet -
gold in our veins
a vessel that can hold
all that is ladled in...
What could I say
to change this kindness
you may have warmly heard
but only coldly felt?
How might my peaked
and valleyed,
top and bottom,
out and in
prelude and postlude
father spawned and mother sacred
before and after
stories
speak to your ambivalent ear?
Without hearing too much impatience
and continuing to feel
nothing
Nothing urgent
passionate
empowering
to survive dark days
of quiet lonely severance?
Where EarthMother's womb
had promised dawning reverence.
Could I sing with sufficiently enlightened passion?
Should we dance to light's bilateral integrity
flowing out communion?
Curiously nurtured Tribal fashions
if Earth would repair Her dignity
through sacred kindness
we may have lightly touched
but never deeply felt
Integrity
resurrecting powers
of ego trauma
in dialogue with eco-therapy
Where Yang meets Yin,
Truth greets Beauty
Resonance
of healthy minds
trusts wealth of resilience
co-empathic
co-invested
co-operative
organic
peaked and valleyed
opportunistic spiritual minds
inside risky natural bodies.
PINNACLES
elevating
passages
in
relentless
ambition
opportunistic
yet controlled
in
a
conspicuous
conceit
credible
&significant
complements
the
immaculate
proliferates
with
opulent staging
performed
with
simplistic
but immense
dignity
charismatic
high emotion
without frills
restrained
unquestioned
&convincing
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Copyright © Brian Strand
The Art of a Dying Man
David J Walker
The dam was broken and
The man trying to save it
Worked alone
As we watched
through the lens
of an iPhone
hoping to capture
the moment of collapse
As the names of hero’s
have changed on plaques
of a media enriched society
Where watchers become stars
in the constellation of
the unintended casts of extras
Hoping for name recognition
in obscured credits as the
handheld video ends
I am the fireman
I am the cop
I am an opportunistic
photographer
The chronicler of
Interesting misery
I can be the medic with
A bandage for your
Sucking wounds
If you sing a death rattle
I will shine the light of
My iPhone to help you find
The way home
I will document your parting
Where it will be viewed
In the Wake of social media storm
Entitled the Art of a Dying Man
Obsession
Obsession with "O's"
Oh, obsession’s obfuscating oligarchy
Oceans of oblivion
Outrage in ostentatious obsession
Overrun in hurricanes named obdurate and obstinate
Overtures of oxidized compulsive orchestration in
Obbligatos overflowing obituaries -
Overbearing octaves of the obsequious –
Orations of overt objections
Objectivity overpopulated by opportunistic obtuse –
Obsession outweighing optimist’s objectives –
Openness offspring overrun by
Ominous hunters of sweet oblations ordained
Oscillating between logic and obsession unchallenged
Orthodoxy obscures opportunity
Officially ostracizes open-mindedness –
Original the outsider - occupied the outlier -
Observes only obstructive operations
Obedience to the one-track offertory
Of overstocked outdated ordinances,
Offshoots of outmoded operatic ornaments
Odious opium overdose of the obscene
Onyx odors overpowering odes
Offered on the altar of originality -
Obliterating oligarchy of obsession
9-23-21
Sponsor: Constance La France
Contest: “O” Contest
Surmising they are right and never wrong.
Confidence in what they do makes them strong.
Opportunistic with whatever comes along.
Rectifying anything that may go wrong.
Perspicacious judgment in all that they see.
Insight into all eliminates any mystery.
Occupations produce goods and services with quality.
March 30, 2012
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