(Poem in honour of the ancient Christian named "Alexamenos" who was mocked with Christ and named in the "Alexamenos graffito" in Rome)
A man who looked up high towards the blood-soaked cross of earthly strife
Lovingly devout to Christ, Christ who became the tree of knowledge and life
Even though he was mocked as a donkey, you saw his white raiment
Xtian who bowed to the lamb who rode on a donkey in a king’s garment
A man who lives with the living, who has died to the dead here present
May blessings be upon you who was reviled and in much torment
Even the lamb was hated, though without him no one could see the divinity
Now your name and devotion are set in stone for eternity
Overturning the mockery crafted to be a thorn crown of blight
Strong in the shouts of mockery, you took up your own cross of plight
Cloud covers swept over us
Receded then came again
I looked at the lulls and gusts
Then gripping the wheels refrain
Signs loomed out of the darkness,
Warning of “potholes ahead”.
I mused over the message’s starkness,
Just think what the cold and road had bred!
On-coming headlights showed
Swift currents of snow crossing the way.
Then large swirls flew up from the road,
“Stay the course and resist the sway.”
Others’ tracks vanished in the winds fray.
I looked at the odometer and did the math.
Forests, snow, but no sign of moose, overall, a good day.
We would give thanks, knowing we withstood winter’s wrath.
Once home, we looked inside.
Tasks accomplished. Grateful to be home at last.
The fierce gales subsided. The winter’s storm had lied.
We repeated the songs and prayers of journeys past.
Then as fatigue engulfed us, we set all aside.
Going through a tough time lately
But please don't fret for me
I'll come up smelling of roses as usual
So fear not my honeybees
It ain't easy being this happy old critter
Days aren't always the best
Life has a way of challenging our resolve
Kinda like a reality test
Hang in there friends, it's a brand new day
Perseverance is always the key
This old duffer has discovered the secret
Smile, it will set your heart free
So let me know how that works out for you
No charge for this bit of advice
Anything I can do to help my fellow poets
Happiness has a very small price
I'll show you where hell is Just follow me Its down this path called "The Right Road" In this wrong world, there's one in every city Tho a dangerous place to be alone, you wont find any pity Just trust in me now and we're half-way there So we need to lock our doors, to safely shut out all faith, allowing only those facts well proven We'll coast downhill forever now, confirming just these truths What could be is not ours to ponder, while what has been bears plenty of proof and we have no need to wonder All the way down into the forsaken, for the soul who's badly shaken, it becomes easier to fathom that rules were meant to be broken The why, the how, becomes evident now Our spirit is free and we're able to see so with trust we'll find our path not yet taken You'll be earning your way since you let go, and your willingness tho, you'll arrive there alone, yet creating a path that's followed.
When all worry and fretting has ceased,
in the North, South, West and the East,
we’ll look back on this day
and triumphantly say:
“’Twas a plague, but we conquered the beast."
They called me turtle cause of my tough shell
I wasn’t born that way it comes from the ghetto a place called hell
Single parent home never knew my father
I felt so alone
Men thought they were going to win but I refuse to become worthless to please him
I walked away from those who say they loved me, and they cared
The only time they loved me or cared,
When they thought I had my body to share?
I knew my worth in diamonds and gold
I didn’t compromise my mind, body or soul
I wanted more than his dick to hold
Didn’t want to be his ex. Commodity
I had more to offer then he wanted to see
Just take your clothes off and get down with me
He didn’t have anything to offer but he thought that’s how all black woman get down
Money buys temporary happiness, no dreams or goals
Trying to keep your head up, trying to keep hold
Worrying about who they f**ken, worrying yourself old
I learned along time ago, if it hurts to keep them
Then I’d rather let them go
I’ve become more than a hard shell
I became a woman making my own
He stood there, gritted teeth, sword aloft
one foot on the slain Gladiator
would they let him live
honour him with the platinum ring
a ring from that albino of metals
or would they thrust him through
pierce the unbleached cotton shirt
turn the clean bone to blood red
the raised arm of the lady
the lady beside the emperor
that lily white arm, begging for life
he looked up at the blue sky
the whitish cotton wool of the clouds
then with the raising of his arm
the emperor gave him his life
conquest was sweeter than honey
sweeter than the sugar
harvested from beet of the fields
he would live but fight no more
his last fight was the right to live
passion and perseverance persistence keeps me coherent.
imagine my preservation consistent until im fearless.
distraction breeds hesitation and actions become submissive.
My heart is avoiding capture disaster forever mirrored.
Thy spirit was made to spark so darkness proceeds to wither.
pain made me an artist and painter of perfect pictures.
rain filled with disdain remains to contain the victor.
But patience made me assertive converting my verse to scripture.
Every opponent murdered conserving my conquered victims.
Try to disturb my peace and ill make u cease from existence.
A beast will pursue its prey by separating the distance.
perfecting anticipation a monsters only intention.
some lessons are never learned til justice is served through vengeance.
a master who lives to serve is worthy of gods forgiveness.
earning what you deserve gives purpose to blessings given.
just kno winter is coming for those lacking commitment.
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