It is what it is
and no mistaking
which no one can deny
by hiding or faking
but if we can
all agree to disagree
and let it be
one day things may
turn out favourably
but the situation currently
is not quite right
in fact it's completely
out of hand
around the world
throughout the land
an act of God is not enough
more than a miracle
is needed
for all mankind
but never heeded
by the powers that be
so now it's up to you and me
Call me fickle
no doubt about it
I’m in a pickle
a firkin full of gherkin
quite a quandary
tho' still a dill
the question isn’t funny
it’s ridiculous
others may tickle us
yet I don’t see
for love nor money
why I can’t tickle me
Air hangs heavy, still,
Words unspoken, sharp as knives,
Breath held, waiting now.
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It is such a grotesque situation
I can’t verbally match how I feel
Seems I’m staled in a dissociation
I can’t say what I want to reveal
If I could get some help, I’d be glad
But there isn’t a sign, so I’m worried
Cause it looks like I’m back from the dead
And I’m living again the whole story
As the time passes by, I remember
What seemed vague and disjointed, comes clear
Like your voice of familiar timbre
From the messenger record I hear
The plot goes like we’ve known it before
Where and when, matters less, my sweet angel
In the most recent life we showed more,
Much more than if I were a stranger.
2025.04.08
Recently, I was fortunate enough to receive
Special treatments, at the RMIT building 51,
Where not only I have had so much fun.
But also having the bodily remedial therapy done.
I chatted and laughed with these young students.
What they did was part of their courses' curriculum.
They came up with a win-win situation,
Which they would provide massages at minimum cost,
To those who were willing to offer.
To be a live model, so the students could practice,
What they learned from their theories,
What they studied in their classes,
Into a real life performance.
I also being fortunate to have had
These two young and blubby personalities, Mary-Anne K and Indah D.
Giving me the massages,
To relieve all my aches, and loosen up my joints and muscles.
As many other students, they have heart of gold,
Helping people who have acute or chronic muscle pain.
They both installed beautiful long eyelashes,
Surround their eyes on the upper lids.
I found these amazing curve eyelashes,
Not only enhance their beauty,
But also to fan me if needed.
Oh, how fearful of the word “lovel”,we are!
Even between just friends and families.
Yet we hesitate to say it?
Yes~ people are terrified of that word.
I just do not understand.
In my case, it means, I accept and honor you fully.
How can I not? It does not mean" I am hot to trot."
I have and have had, the loves of my life and dreams.
It means, I honor you totally, without reservation, as you are
Withholding that word, brings not only fear~but desolate
isolation.
What say you? Your opinions are greatly appreciated!
Thank you.
3/15/2025
See here? - you do see a little rot.
But over there? - definitely not.
So, whoever said you were totally rotten,
doubtlessly, has brains of cotton -
cuz totally rotten? - you’re certainly not.
In front of the dangerous animal
I don't run but I don't stay close
nor do I show myself...
Two men have my attention
Hazel hearts rise like orange sunshine
Even my favorite songs mention
Situation where true love resides
Images of me with the first king
The one who’s been waiting 4 years
Unfortunately another kente king
Appreciates me but is not near
Turquoise time will denim design
Intimate test of hearts and minds
Olympics of lavender lovers
Needing one more than the other
If I just knew then what I know now
I'd start over if I just knew how
I would cut me some slack
But there's no going back
I shouldn't have bleached my unibrow
At home she wants entertainment
some leisure
a change will do you good
Sometimes the sin of the flesh
will not wash away
against me staying with you
Think of it as a process
as a matter of fact
call it as a battle of convenience
my attraction is coming back
its only lust, not love
Faults on both sides,
That outsiders have widened,
With money for tunnels provided,
No due diligence accounted for,
Rocked me to the core,
With no one held to account,
For any of that amount.
Too many pawns on the chessboard,
And no white nights,
No compassion looked for,
Same old solution put forward,
Let's divide the land in half,
And shift people living in the wrong half.
Only hope that one day,
If we all pray,
Common ground will be found,
Above ground,
With outside money spread around,
On projects that have a gentle sound,
With due diligence now found,
And no drums heard calling for war,
As locals set up their own Chessboard,
And the outsiders get bored,
Removing themselves off the board.
Old joke: How do porkypines mate? Very carefully.
The porcupine's a modest
And mostly solitary beast,
Akin to capybara and to beaver,
Though in size he is the least.
He rarely gets invited
To a bar-b-que or feast,
But long as he's not on the menu,
He doesn't mind it in the least.
He'll never write his memoirs,
Although of stories there's no lack,
But penmanship's beyond him,
He just doesn't have the knack.
And though he ports around a vast array
Of sharpened quills upon his back,
There's not one that's fit for writing
In all the clicking, clacking pack.
When "she" sends forth her pheromones,
And "he" rises to the bait,
Safe sex is uppermost in mind
As he advances to the plate.
His approach must be well-timed, precise,
Lest she shish-kabob her mate.
If it's not done right the first time…
There won't be a second date.
Frozen in a steeley net, Canadas Christmas present; now
In much regret' Christmas's past were steeped in deception
Christmas present, and the people request; re-direction! It
Seems that weather? Whether or not' could it be a reason
That the numbers have stopped? I call on the Lord, by
Jesus name! To restart the process, and redress the peoples pain' this puppets strings they re-quest you cut'
And on the Christmas's of future your 'door will shut' upon
All despotisam of externall source, of evil intent I plead recourse; oh Lord of all' all thats really good
I turn to you, as all should .! Take away the reins from human hands, smile upon this nation as only you can!
May they recognise' and join my plea, enter their churches
And pray to be.' Released from bondage unto freedoms
Stand, A sign to the wotld that the 'Great I Am' has stood
In the gap' has torn down man! As He will at the end as
It says in 'His plan'
The poem I never wrote is so majestic
So supreme so dope not rhyme infested
Winged white words are simple yet complex
Causing maroon mind dimple hazel happiness
This poem is bold and I am not
A poem that grows in ones heart
Like a yellow hope amethyst art
Blessed by Holy Ghost so help me God
The poem I never wrote is a celebration
of poets I know like The Situation
Who I watch from black back seat cream creativity
Who my mind follows but in spirit we ALL lead
The poem I never wrote was contest worthy
An orange antidote to bad ideas absurdly
It would fit the form and inspire the world to dream
Promote peace love harmony humanity
The poem I never wrote would never end
It would slowly roll and despite my sins
It would fly it would float and hearts it’d mend
It would inspire truth and a fountain of youth
In you my friend.
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