The engine roars, the metals gleam,
You race along the high-paved line,
To reach the summit of a dream
And claim the sky as yours and mine—
Or so you thought. The climb is steep,
The pace severe, the cold air thin,
And in the rush, you never keep
A tally of the quiet sin.
You build a tower, tall and bright,
A spire of stone against the blue,
With vaulted arches catching light,
Yet holding no one close to you.
For every friend was pushed aside,
And every hand was let go free,
To trade the warmth of love for pride
And secure a lonely victory.
At last the highway finds its end,
The final peak is brought in view;
No waiting crowd, no quiet friend,
No open arms to welcome you.
The crown is earned, the space is vast,
The wind blows sharp across the seat—
A solitary soul at last
Where no one ever cares to meet.
For status is an empty weight,
And power leaves a hollow sound,
If no warm voice can celebrate
The simple truths that you have found.
The prize was never just the height,
Nor standing on the peak alone,
But walking through the heavy night
With hearts that make the journey home.
If hate imprisons you, set it free.
If love is color blind, why aren't we?
Flying flag
striped flag
red flag
white flag
blue flag
resilient flag
American flag
Of what overhangs
For the gorgeous skied
In hue and form and texture
Is of Autumn's pride.
Of what drops for it
With swaying motion
On whose path, city's, afloat
Free-hearted lover's
Of that rain, with open hands
Are, too, welcomers.
Human! You’ll never guess what!
Something I’ve recently caught,
placed on your quivering knees.
Do with it just as you please!
Smell it—the mauled bloody flesh,
gifted to you—sweet and fresh.
Look at you, screaming so loud!
Trust me, I’d also be proud.
Think of me, little but still
willing to maim and to kill
only for you, and above
all, feel the strength of my love!
Bird, Miles, Max forever jazz pride
In the realm where jazz and beats collide,
Bebop's swift notes and hip-hop's pride,
Rhymes like melodies, flows that ignite,
Improv and rhythm, taking flight.
Bird’s soaring solos, Miles’ cosmic sound,
Max on the sticks, where legends are found,
From chromatic whispers to lyrical bars,
Their spirits echo through city stars.
DJ Quik on the West, a storyteller’s grace,
Blending jazz’s soul with a street’s embrace,
A tapestry woven of history and style,
A global language, uniting mile after mile.
Inspiration sparks in every note and phrase,
A voyage of discovery, a timeless maze,
From the heights of avant-garde to the everyday street,
Music’s heartbeat makes us whole and complete.
Bebop and hip-hop, a cosmic dance,
Rhymes and rhythms in a shared trance,
Fly high, groove deep, let the music be your guide,
Bird, Miles, Max — forever in the jazz pride
Claiming authorship tarnishes worship,
since sense of separation arises,
so poised in stillness, silence our flagship,
our soul welcomes life’s offered surprises.
Behold, my eyes, a closed frontier
a love both gay and gay in nature
in my sex, I feel as a squatter
waiting for eviction
Behold, my heart, a douse of fear
a love forbidden by the savior
a sin drowned in holy water
and holier-than-thou in jurisdiction
but oh, even as I cross that road
into a safer pasture,
will my veins, upon the first kiss
of same-scented lips, implode?
or will i somehow wicked grow
into a sickly hunger
devouring joy till none exists
and I soon miss a tender doe?
if I could be a woman, and i be loved by one as well!
if I could be a man, without a lust that damns to hell!
if I could be ANYTHING...that brings the inside out to see
then maybe I won't be
a closed frontier
a stone by nature
alone.
maybe...
maybe I can be
as glorious as the love I feel
for this instant
for this moment
for that movie
for these marks on my skin
for ears,
for navels,
for nature,
for God
for you.
Pristine pink pumps press
past the pale pine,
Placing poised pirouettes,
perfectly prime.
Proudly, she pauses, portraying
pure grace,
Pacing the platform, a phantom
in lace.
She spins sweet symphonies,
swift, soft, and still,
Soaring so splendidly, showing
sublime skill.
Silken skirts shimmer and
shadows start sliding.
There once lived a beautiful princess,
She was never afraid to run or ride,
She carried herself with benevolence and pride.
She had those gentle, charming eyes,
A face so naive, yet somehow wise.
She dreamt of doing only good,
And loved her people as she should.
She never longed for a throne so high,
Nor cared for jewels that money could buy.
She only wanted hearts that stayed,
And a better world that she could make.
She wanted to bring a change,
To mend a world that had gone strange.
So they sang, “Oh princess, wise and brave,
A heart so kind, a soul to save.”
But the men could not watch her fly,
They wished for her to fail and die.
They whispered softly behind the walls,
That kindness and equality could never conquer all.
They doubted her strength, pushed her away,
And slowly turned her light to grey.
Soon her voice grew soft and low,
Until no one could hear her anymore.
They threw her captive underground,
Where silence was the only sound.
She stood there strong, but not the same,
Her hope grew dim beneath the shame.
And then I opened my eyes, still thinking-
Weren’t fairytales supposed to have happy endings?
Why have they escaped horrible tyranny
and not come here to profess hypocrisy.
haven't they bled enough
and clung to deny clemency?
What was built by patriotic hands
won't be destroyed by a threat;
bravery always stands!
How beautiful is live
in a land of fairness and prosperity
without a set boundary;
we can own and wish what we crave!
Every dollar needs to be earned,
no laziness builds character
in struggles we thrive;
the strongest helps the weaker
no traitor is hailed and honored:
he';ll pay for his crime~
How beautiful is to live
in a land of freedom and prosperity,
without a set boundary;
we can own what we wish and crave!
America is the blessed
country of absolute freedom,
our belief is based on wisdom;
all patriots should be praised!
She walked into the room without any word, and with familiars eyes staring through her whispering a silent, "Why "?
And then walked past every mirror, hoping her reflection somehow change, become lighter figure.
A little more acceptable to a world that taught to fade when they were born to be seen?
And then she think why did society neglected the darker kids with a fade figure?
Then she stopped and looked at herself.
"I'm beautiful in every way. "
I'm just beautiful in the way I carry myself, ln the way I stand
In the way i represent my self without asking permission to take up space.
Brown skin are natural Tan
Glows with the every kiss the sun leaves upon me.
And my thick hair it is my mink coat, a crown of richness not everyone can afford .
I am the girl
Who learned to love her reflection, the girl who turned her scars into petals _
And the strongest flowers and the ones that“bloom through every season”
The witch ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ (the withered hag)
¦¦¦ wash ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ with pail and rag,
Was once the beauty Abishag,
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ pride of Hollywood.
¦¦¦ many fall from great and good
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ doubt the likelihood.
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ avoid the fate.
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ die late,
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ die in state.
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ stock exchange your own!
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ occupy a throne,
¦¦¦¦¦ nobody ¦¦¦ call you crone.
Some ¦¦¦¦ relied ¦¦¦ what they knew;
¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ simply being true.
¦¦¦¦ worked for them ¦¦¦¦¦ work for you.
No memory ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ starred
¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ later disregard,
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ the end from being hard.
¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ go down dignified
With ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ friendship at your side
Than none at all. Provide, provide!
(Blackout of Provide Provide by Robert Frost)
Have to win this race
I'm losing face at a pace
Running out of breath
I've got a peace plan
I'll come first and you second
It sounds good to me
Do you not agree
Should not have started this war
Back to where we were
I Don’t Enjoy Pride
And All It's Deceitful
Benefits.
Did I Do Good?
*Mommy?*
Am I Breaking
Your Heart?
Please Keep
Insulting Me
With Falsehood...
In All Of *Its* Forms.
It's So Easy To: *Deny*
In All *Its* Most
Obvious Forms...
No Time To Be
Proud Of Any
*Self-*Deception*...
I'm *Serious.*
Be More Obvious.
I Have Avoid-i-ance
Trained To Suit.
Wear Your *Colors!*
I'll Hide Inside.
I **Love** It.
-Gray Squirrel
08-23-2026
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