Line of inquiry:
“as both this form and boundless space
cravings of ego negated
awake, vibrant yet nonchalant
bliss drenched heart remains elated”
Believe one’s bliss is happiest in youth?
A squeaky-clean parchment with true blue eyes.
A selfishness, of seeking perk, in truth,
Circles the moon at pubescent sunrise.
Yet, surrounded by dark, although there’s stars,
The eyes wizened in pain and confusion.
Insides begin to look at clouds’ tear jars.
Thunders true love, is it an illusion?
The letting go; let spots of wisdom grow.
Portends rainbow, halo of rain; a sigh.
Let go umbrella’s twirl; accept rain’s glow.
Floating in space, like embryos, on high.
Couples, like twins, in water’s depth, don’t drown.
In selflessness, they’ve found a blissful crown.
I decided long ago
never to walk in anyone's shadow,
they called me a sociopath,
I said you must be having a laugh.
What does that mean?
Just about everything derogatory it would seem;
they must have missed something out,
what would you know what my life's about?
It's about being selfish till the time has gone,
look after no.1 - never mind what you've done;
what did you do wrong, what do you mean -
since when we're you so squeaky clean?
Okay, I should have done better -
easy to say but would have been prettier.
I think most people picture a parting phrase,
The “I love yous”,
Or something like,
“You’re going to be in a better place.”
It’s hard to describe,
I feel like I’ve had sort of a perspective change.
It’s hard not to imagine like I’ve seen death,
And when we locked eyes,
I saw the heat edge of reckoning’s face.
I feel the beating of my Heart’s drum,
The thud,
‘Dum duh dum’,
Speedy pace.
Just the thought of dying keeps me from sleep,
Head held hostage,
The fee for sleeping isn’t worth dreaming myself awake.
I haven’t been eating,
Meals come every several days.
“That’s a symptom”,
Our argument's reflection gleams at us from the squeaky clean plates.
I’m too busy teething to be worried about being flush in the face,
My colours been gone,
I’m blending into both the whites and greys.
Stalked all their life
Stained by a crime not committed
A permanent mark on black skin
A reminder how we will never fit in
Labelled as criminals
Despite being exonerated
Probation was for those in need of reformation
Not those who already good behaviour
But any chance to stereotype
The oppressors will take their chance
To keep the invisible chains of oppression are locked in and secured
A way to surveil those who now walk in the light
Constant checkups, now a normal routine
Having to ensure their record is squeaky clean
Being suffocated by the fear
Of breathing wrong
They'll do anything to keep us behind bars
Freedom they promised, yet freedom we haven't received
Being watched doesn't equate to being free
Especially when we still hang from the trees of your critique
You can't claim slavery ended when we are still slaves to your constant surveillance
Not when incarceration is used as a way to keep us hidden
Not when we live a life of normalcy
Yet are still followed
By the law that claims to help
Yet shoots us as soon as we open our mouth
You can't claim it ended when we live under the power
Of the white man
When it rains it catches you completely off guard
No mercy when it thunders and comes down hard
Your mind and heart starts to go down memory lane
Thinking about accidents and love that went in vain
It's inconvenient and it slows normal activities down
But it provides clean air leaving a saturated ground
It's cold and could be deadly if not approached right
You need boots and heavy coats wrapped up tight
It's amazing how rain doesn't over flow the beach
But it can help bring the best sweetness to a peach
The rain is recycled water that accomplish so much
The rain gives the earth that squeaky clean touch
Although it's messy and cause many to complain
It brings so many benefits so you got to love the rain
A land of squeaky-clean beauty, green-carpet trails-reaches,
Natural fountains, streams, rivers, seas, and freshwater lakes
Chinnereth, land of the gentiles, and the way of beaches
Pristine gem stones like rocky, hilly, and mountainous flakes
"How beautiful are the feet of them that preach the gospel -
of peace, and bring glad tidings of good things!" It's there, indeed.
He walked, bearing good news as Yahweh's true apostle.
Heeding the cries of human beings, he fulfilled their need.
Peter, James, John, Andrew, Philip, Judas Iscariot,
Matthew, Thomas, Judas the Thaddeus, Bartholomew,
James, known as the son of Alpheus, Simon the Zealot,
All flocked from lands and costs, finding in him a newer view.
Like brothers and comrades, they ate, fasted, slept, prayed, and preached.
All who witnessed this felt that God's kingdom on earth had reached
Written By: D. Collins 3/12/24
Strap up your boots and prepare to put in work.
Step to the front of the line to carry the torch.
Fear No Evil because it bleeds just like you.
Make it understand what its stumbled into.
Keep your principles, character, and aura squeaky clean.
Unleash a little wrath, if that's what it means.
Strap up your boots and tighten belts a notch or two.
Because there's something sinister lying in wat for you.
Spot evil from a distance, from here to California.
Then, you won't allow it to ever creep up on 'ya.
Keep it at a distance, right in that red dot range.
Then, reach into its pockets to show you ain't playing.
Despite Rainy Weather!
Rain serpentine,
May give a bleak fume,
But Barbara & Chaim measure,
Out clever the uneven,
Together make room,
One for the other,
Surely not squeaky clean,
Nor, smothering “Unum”,
Breathing smooth as suede leather,
Soft width awe, we dream,
Making “Boo Boos” numb,
19! Gematria Ahuvah!
Unum as in one E Pluribus Unum
Ahuvah is Beloved in Hebrew
Then an angel of the Lord stood before them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were terrified.
—Luke 2:9 CSB
Little cherub with wee little wings.
Strawberries, crushed, enamor your cheeks
in Victorian fashion. Oft naked,
floating on chapel ceilings,
near the mother and babe.
Little cherub, not scary at all.
Magnanimous glory you do not seek.
You’d be squashed
if you weren’t so squeaky clean.
Like fleas on the shoulder,
the angelic and the devilish,
depending on mood
will be flicked away.
Little lambs cut a hole in their ghost costumes,
out comes their head,
then they don
a halo - oh, the little angel.
God puts up with such things
as sticky wings -
irreparably weak.
Heaven they don’t seek.
Steely eyed long and lean
Manscaped and squeaky clean
Ambitious with tunnel vision
Never made a wrong decision
Strong willed and never weak
Not afraid to stomp the meek
All the ladders that I climb
I do it better every time
The alpha male in the crowd
When I speak I'm talking loud
A lady killer through and through
I bed them all two by two
Piss me off then watch your back
You'll never see my planned attack
You're bleeding from my first assault
If you go down it's not my fault
Test my will you're gonna lose
Not a soul can fill my shoes
An Angel right before your eyes
A Devil in a dark disguise
King for life I'm here to tell
The rest of you can go to Hell
A Narcissist can't you see
No one gets the best of me
I thought it must be Squeaky Clean
The World I Shined for All To See
My Truth a Lie of base Identity:
I’d scraped off all the Ugly Parts,
Burned out both the moles and warts.
I bleached my Soul;
I bleached my Hair;
The smallest effort never spared.
I took comfort that you Envied Me,
For once you thought you glimpsed in me
Something; All I sought to seek,
Willing to Not Seek a Thing.
If I could only Feel Again,
No Lengths Too Far I’d Go
To Steal Your Trust:
I’ll Sell You Gold
And Leave You Rust.
The kitchen's disinfected, the worktops squeaky clean,
The laundry's in the wardrobe and nothing's left in the machine.
The crockery is washed and dry, it's stacked in cupboards, looking neat.
There's just one nagging problem, I've got nothing left to eat!
small bar of soap welded to new
squeaky clean
A mind highly organized
wears no disguise
Its desk, on the surface, squeaky clean
thus illumined ~ What's it mean
You open the flood gates if you say
You come from the bush and are in power,
So beside your regular pay
Some misappropriation won't matter.
Billions may pass on your belt each day
And your heart, dangling in greed,
May say to you: "Rustic fellow, make hay
While you can. Only bounds don't exceed."
Your move needs multiple endorsers
En route for the cash to come through.
Further, you lay yourself open to those bribers!
Truly, the day you did it you may rue!
"Where in the world has anyone
Been squeaky clean holding money like this?
As there's none under the sun
Taking some won't be that amiss!
"Seeing you insist on doing this,...
Even though you'll mislead your subordinates,
And are actually providing a basis
For graft,...Open the flood gates!
Money taken from the public purse
Will be in the tens of trillions!
You'll be engendering a captured burse
And bewildered citizens!
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