Within the crowded dark,
She dreams of a golden bloom.
Weaves a swift, geometric loop,
Then traces right, a graceful swoop,
To banish gloom. from the room.
And share a silent spark.
We say that where our story begins is home
We say that home is a place we feel we belong
We say that home is a place we don't feel alone
A place to retreat and be shielded from the storm
A place of refuse when we cease from the roam
A place where hearts are not made of stone
Where we give 'right' a chance to fix the wrong
Where we need not fear nor take flight
Where we unite and fight the fright
Tomorrow is a promised day
All full of hope - fireworks array.
New paths to take - we're on our way
Choose this - choose that, our right of way.
We'll make things right what we've put off
Starting new things and lightly scoff
At why we've waited far too long
To sort out things where we belong.
The sun is bright and makes us feel
All is all right - a top card deal.
The rain clouds in the distance are
Of no concern - not ours by far.
And yet in mystic other ways
Tomorrow is a strange display
That causes us to scratch our head
And contradicts the things we've said:
Tomorrow is another day
It's just like any other day
But filled with things we can't explain
Or won't - to tax our addled brain.
We look, we see, we turn away
And rue the view from day to day.
We wonder how things got this way
Although we shroud the part we play.
Tomorrow's role - we can't defend -
"Creeps in this petty pace" my friend,
And yet that fact should not prevent
Some measure of accomplishment.
Today we'll look to other things -
for every gift tomorrow brings.
And, in this timely way to be
We'll recompense our sanity.
The loss of the known
A sudden flash occurred, a moment of a forgotten past
walking down a wide road that only had a few cars trundling along to the left, where the road winds to the right, a café
I thought of going in for a beer, but the dog, if left outside
would fret
A fine day, not hot or cold, must have been early spring or fall
tried to remember what I was doing before the curtain was drawn, but I was left with an unfinished memory, one I had to make up for to fill in the blanks.
Something sad about the scene of a sole man with a dog
walking down a road he had never been to before, his mother
had died, and the point of reference was missing
now
Expressions
Yesterday I wrote about observing facial expressions
so much can be said of the unsaid, where a smile often
it is a shield against the hurt of loose, unscripted words
AI, suggested it could help, I let it help, but the result
flawless, I must say, was no longer what I wrote
AI suggested I should alter some words to sound
more positive, overlooking the slight hesitation of one
not sure he is right, a lack of irony which I think is vital
in our daily life
My article about facial observance was no longer mine
it had little to do with what I was thinking at the time
I ask, how does AI know what a correct expression is
Need I my dear son
Show you the light of sun
Or teach you how to croon
Under a half or a full moon..
You seem to learn and know
As you live, bond and grow
How to successful be
While trying to be..
Should I my dear son
Tell you how to be the one
Or for you life recipes prepare
And dare hamper your very flair..
You seem to learn how to right a wrong
And know how to compose a better song
How to responsible be
While trying to be..
Could I my dear son
Recite what should be done
For you many a path pave
Deny your right to seek what you crave..
But you seem to know as you learn
The wealth of Life how to earn
How to stand all that is harsh and rough
Craft your art from scratch and stay tough.
When Night Had No Mercy
I walked alone, dusk held the air,
A fork ahead—school light there,
And on the right, a shadowed wall,
Where silence hummed the siren's call.
Then feet—too many—closed around,
A hand, too rough, too fast, no sound.
My mouth was sealed, the sky went black,
They dragged me down, no turning back.
A van—its door, a waiting tomb,
They flung me in—a shifting room.
Blindfolded, breath against the floor,
Their boots—my blanket, pain and more.
The engine screamed, the night took flight,
My name dissolved into the night.
A hunted pulse beneath their heel,
No law, no face, just iron and steel.
I wake with sweat, the dream still burns,
As if the van forever turns.
No trial, no voice, no morning sun—
A terror time that’s never done.
The mulberry fell to its knees;
in Smith-Gilbert Garden, it prays,
near the moss-stone steps;
and I look on, in curiosity.
It was an oddity, but I learned
of its plight. In sorrow, we make
it right, a great fall onto infrangible ground.
Like a bonsai tree, twisted.
Listed, like a ship at storm,
but sailors will never use nets,
to cast, for silent butterflies;
In July, they gather.
Hereby is Summer magic,
buzzing bees, buckeyes, swallowtails
and painted ladies (sailors swear by them).
Yes, all the prayers needed.
Unimpeded, the mulberry fell,
whilst fluttering wings that disappear
in season’s cold, bring merriness,
there’s little hope for thee.
Still, we visit the treasure that bows,
climb the steps, for a further glimpse.
This garden is where I stroll
among the butterflied tree.
Racial tension and Floyd
A picture of a committee in defense of human right a picture where serious white man and a woman in a business suit and to black persons This was serious business no one smile except the two black persons that spoiled the gravity of the solemn undertaking
Most black people I have met were like me from a working stiff background I was employed on ships they were mostly onloading cargo from the said, ships, they appeared more open, talkative then us Scandinavians, we don’t say much unless we are drunk in a bar
there was an unspoken racial barrier that made a man whose lowly job was to oil the engine feel racially superior; this was daft as the oiler had more in common with black people than he realized as we both suffered from segregation by those who wore suits working in an office
In America, with her many racial problems, we tended to side with the oppressed black people we had not noticed politics had entered into the fray; let to a man called Floyd, was killed by a cop who had trained for riot control in Israel Floyd, an addict, was not a person to look up to
Changing is ever universal
As society changes, the rules change as
formed by themselves....
But how, what,? why changes come out
Just like failure is a part of success;
Thus go changes a part of life.
Nothing is ever the same everyday,,
And the only constant truth is:
You only get your actions to live and die with.
The impact that everlasts your existence in this universe.
Peps say if you don't change you won't growth
Coz as you remain same you won't find you-
within yourself, you'll never find you.
Life is unpredictable, changes took place
And though it feels eternal..
Happens for the best of reasons!!
It is the feeling of some happenings beyond you
You must cross this phase by any means may be less or much...
This change is just around your surroundings;
You don't change
People around you change,
The expectations of you change..
Do anything , say anything
But change in right direction fellow..
Bhayalina
Baishya
Indulging in wealth and abundance,
The people make feasts with a dance.
Slaves in the fleeting world forget their story,
Let us not throw stones at millennia of history!
Why do we erase the past in our memories,
When traces of it lie in historical records?
The lives lived by our ancestors past,
May to be returned in the future must!
Don’t boast of being rich beyond measure,
Nor despair thinking you’re poor leisure.
What matters is the sustenance given by God,
So don’t waste it on the left or right a lot!
Is it the invisible things that I love the most
Or flowers and cakes and a trip to coast
What is love's worth ,if not seen day by day
But eagerly awaited for that daunting day
Don't get me wrong, I vouch for the 14th let it be
But a love felt every second, is what truly feels free
A love patient and kind a love that binds
A love not jealous and boastful, a love that is hopeful
A love not arrogant and rude, does not insist on it's own way
not irritable or resentful, that keeps those vices at bay
A love that rejoices in right, a love that endures
a love that never ends, a love that cures.
I guess my point, what I'm trying to say
Is I crave for a Valentine's, that is every day
I know you won’t live forever, but if there’s one thing I can guarantee, you're going to live forever in me,
if my days come to an end, and it’s the last thing I do, I promise to spend the rest of my days loving you, from morning to night, I’ll show you a love considered right, a love that shines through the dark, the brightest light you’ve ever seen, every time I tell you I love you, this paragraph is what I mean,
I love you, doesn’t describe how I feel about you, I love you are words to little for you, I would keep you in my heart, the place only I know, the place where my love will continue to grow, there’s millions of words in the dictionary, yet none of them can describe what you mean to me,
every moment we spend together, it’s something bittersweet and memorable, but if I had to describe you in one word, I think I’d say inevitable,
The consequences known, foretold for years,
a crushing blow would break the country’s back,
eclipsing the most pessimistic fears,
a devastating night of blackest black…
The zealots would be working ‘round the clock
to mete out punishment to those opposed,
while sheeple, noses pressed to glass, just gawked
’neath red bills lest their faces be exposed.
Impossible as it might seem to most,
the world did spin much like the day before,
though once the quakes were dampened on the coasts,
it tilted to the right a little more.
Go hug your neighbor, whether loss or win;
In four short years, we do it all again!
I dream of opportunities of valor
Hope i can right a wrong
Plan to stand against tides of injustice
Count on myself to sing victory's song
I only can watch in impudence
And know the darkness is to great
But if i fan the smallest flickering flame of love
I can at least warm my present state
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