Take a load of Aldo
My father I been
Carrying a heavy load
Full of my problems
That I keep Putting it of
Every single day
Because I never feel
Like solving my problems
On my own
And I am the one that
End up suffering
By not solving the problems
Own my own
So today I will ask my father
To give me a hand in
Solving my problems
Because my father knows me
From inside out
Because he is the one
Who had created me
Many years ago
With his holy hands
And he had placed me
Here on earth to live
And I feel blessed to
Be able to live on earth
Also you had made me
In to the men I am
I am somebody that is
Special needs
Father I already got used
To it
Also father I am always
Praying to you
I never forget to pray
To you
And in my prayer
I ask you to get rid
Of my mental illness
That I have for a long time
Now
It has been 5 years now
That I haven’t had a crisis
And I am keeping away
From the hospital
Romance To The Feeble-Minded
A sweetheart loved by every troop,
From distant lands, outside his group.
A decade’s bond, a quiet joy,
She bore his love a first-born boy.
Then fortune turned; he took the throne,
And wore a crown of steel and stone.
The state caught fire, the borders bled,
A butcher born, where mercy fled.
He turned his guns on her own race,
And wiped her memory from his face.
Severed the ties, forgot the child,
As war ran bloodthirsty and wild.
Ten years he ruled in blind deceit,
While terror marched upon the street.
An army wild he couldn't tame,
Three years of mayhem in his name.
His eldest son, a stranger grown
Unrecognized, ignored, unknown.
For eight and forty years of dread,
The general hid from son, his coward’s head.
No vision held, no focus clear,
A feeble mind led on by fear.
Too late the waking conscience stings;
Too late the courage power brings.
Unstable man, blind or visionless
Conscience- dead, tasteless and emotionless
Led his army into unnecessary blood bath
Even in his nineties, continued lying as from the birth
A glowing lantern in the dark,
A quiet, silver, distant spark.
It dances through the velvet night,
And paints the world in pastel light.
Without a sound,
it shifts its grace,
From slender crescent to full face.
A watchful guide for dreaming eyes,
The silent giant of the skies.
switch the light on
and never turn it off
once the darkness is gone
you'll fall in love
when the light shines for you
you can finally see just what they do
and once you know
the future may not be bright
because terror hides in plain sight
all you have
they'll try to take
all you love and
all you make
for power and money
is all they crave
send you to war
because they are so
brave brave [brave, brave]
we are the ones who win the wars
and they are the ones
who keep us on the floor
fight their battles
but never win
return home
and wonder why the wars begin
This is a message to the next generation
Take it slow now, one step at a time
But don't remain stagnant
There's always the right time
To do anything
When the time is not right, you have to wait
That's why patience is the key to success.
Whatever you're doing
Take your time
Don't let pressure, push you out of line
When you rush it
You might be depressed or you'll live in anxiety
Those you're trying to impress
Won't give you a dime, so take your time.
I'm talking out of experience
To react is not to act
Things forced, are forgery
They never last
If you no endure, you no go enjoy
Isaiah 60 vs 22
When the time is right
I the Lord will make it happen
Be patient; take your time.
Just take five with me.
Stop and breathe the cool night's air.
Slow down and touch me.
This is how you show me love
When you slow down arm-in-arm.
The impact of a racist riot on a community is often exacerbated by recidivism—not just in terms of individual re-offending, but in the repetition of systemic violence and the cycle of trauma it inflicts on the masses. When these events occur, they are rarely isolated incidents; they are often the result of recurring patterns of unchecked prejudice and failed intervention.
For the public, this cycle creates a sense of perpetual instability. When the same ideologies and actors resurface to incite violence, it undermines social cohesion and signals that previous lessons were not learned. Breaking this cycle of recidivism requires more than just short-term consequences; it demands a collective commitment to addressing the root causes of racial animosity to ensure these destructive patterns do not repeat.
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(Blackout of The Roundel by Algernon Charles Swinburne)
Take a child, any child
And paint it any colour.
Place it in any mother’s arms,
Anywhere in the world: watch it grow.
Tell me now, who to blame for the disorder,
the chaos and prejudice in this anomalous world.
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Take Me Higher
A rush of wind, morning breeze the fresh cool air speaks to me,
hands lifted to the heavens pulling at the air come sweet Holy Spirit
I feel you there.
Waves of heaven rush in, they clash my soul HALLELUJAH peace unspeakable,
Joy untold.
Higher, higher take me higher still until your presence is all I feel.
Higher, higher take me higher till my cup overflows and all that’s broken does heal.
Deanna Malone
Take your house, your life, your history, your everything.
Yes, they want to take everything, they have no love, no empathy.
They want your all, your blood, your land, your all.
They did not come to help, they came to take and take, until you are done.
Take is the way they take your life, your job, your future, your everything.
They even take your descendants by teaching them not to produce, or others ways not known.
Fill your life with all of you, make children and teach them to be you, the real commodity is love, pass it forward and move with all your love.
For taking is something we were taught from God, he told us not everyone will love us and want us to be well.
For even heaven has exclusive people, not all will make it through heaven's gate.
Thank you God, today and always, prayers and thanks for all the love.
My heart feels heavy, filled with pain,
I know I’ve stumbled, failed again.
I didn’t mean to cause you grief,
But Lord, I long for sweet relief.
Forgive me, Lord, and make me new,
Shine your light, my soul renew.
In your mercy, I will stand,
Safe forever in your hand.
Beneath the darkness, lost the sun.
I seek your grace for all I’ve done.
Your love is kind, your truth is near,
You wipe away my every tear
Take my sorrow, take my shame,
Lift me higher in your name.
Through the storm, I’ll sing to you,
Faithful God, forever true.
Summer fades, and autumn seems drawing near,
Yet autumn shall never to you appear.
Winter passes, and warm spring promises to rise,
Yet spring shall no longer greet your eyes.
For within 'your' seasons, 'I' am the one who stays.
With a blazing, scorching spark,
Burn 'you' and 'I' into the dark!
At last, you shall come to see,
You shall realize the truth of thee:
Spring, summer, autumn, and winter’s grace—
They take no sides in this shifting space.
Do not ask me why this is so!
Deep within the mighty Cape of Good Hope,
Where the rocky, narrowest crevices slope,
A flower blooms, neither of winter’s chill nor spring’s embrace—
It blooms by hope alone, in its own sacred place!
Fear to take a nap, never
To wake to life again
Only surpassed by what out-stares
Morn-fresh into its pain.
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