It's hard to look things,
When you have tears in the eyes,
'Neath scorching sun.
GREY.
"Life is not black or white; it is the agony of grey."
“I can’t do this”, she said. With an unveiling frown,
“I can’t deal with all this” but the treasons were filled with all her absurd,
The voice that used to occupy my crown,
Now echoes with these ‘final words’,
Those silent whispers are now haunted by the night’s prey,
My face like a fugitive’s note looking for her in grey,
How does it feel to leave me with a voice, no one to hear?
To leave me with joy, but no one to share?
You’ve left me a life, but no one to care,
And left me in a reality worse than my fear
I fell in for your autumn dust lure,
The Aurora Borealis once dreamt now frozen beneath,
and you became the wildfire to what we couldn’t endure,
I drown and drown deep in the heath,
Through the rush of life, I carve my way,
My face is mirror of you looking for you in grey…
I sribble yet another one
No hopes, you'll read
Emotions, I'll weave
A Heart filled with dread
Enchanting is your smile
I wish I were the reason
I know I'm confusing
Be honest with me, for a while
Sick of the burden I carry
Feelings, compressed
Each verse is meant for you
Desires, my heart pressed
If not me, then someone else
I'll still wish for your happiness
She'll keep you happy, I'll pray
Even in my darkest days
Christ said
Judge and condemn not
But people do too much
For us to remain silent
The truth is hard to say
It's also hard to swallow.
Now ponder
You might wonder
Your perception
A reflection of you
Do you know the meaning of life?
Everyone with different story or meaning
I guess none knows the meaning of life.
What are your opinions about life?
You can't finish education
Just as you can't own or know it all
Everyone have their own view or point
As time passes by, season changes
Life comes with stages
Different pages and chapters unveiling it's true meaning.
Making up a story
And telling a story
Is two different things
Making up a dream
And telling a dream
Is two different things
Choose your words wisely,
There are times to play with words
There are times to tell the truth
Is this discrimination?
There are times to play the fool
There are times to be the fool
Is this unfair?
Play your cards right,
Telling a story
And living a story
Is two different things
Dreaming a dream
And hearing about the dream
Is two different things
Choose your movements wisely
Injustice, a tale as old as time,
Echoes through the ages, a perpetual crime.
From Amos' scriptural cry to traditional Ifa's call,
The holy Quran and Bible, too, denounce injustice's thrall.
Yet, why do people struggle to uphold what's right?
The wealthy steal millions, but negotiate their plight.
No punishment, no sentence, just a slap on the wrist,
While the poor, with nothing to offer, are crushed, and their lives, dismissed.
In African lands, innocent souls are jailed each day,
Their freedom, a luxury, they cannot afford to pay.
A young man's fate, a stark reminder of this cruel plight,
Sentenced to death for stealing a fowl, 14 years of endless night.
His parents, worn by grief, their hearts, a heavy burden bear,
Their son, a victim of injustice, with no one to care.
How did we sink so low? Who'll rise to right this wrong?
I've said it before, and I'll say it again: the poor must unite, and be strong.
United, they can challenge the predators in human disguise,
And fight against injustice, with a collective, courageous cry.
The child, a budding blossom
with potentials yet unfold
Never out of sight
like a rare gemstone
giving a whisper of hope
With laughter and innocence
She explores freedom
In the midst of little souls
with innocent minds exploring
the world of friendship
Her beauty glowed
like the lilies in it's full bloom
Engrossed in the joy
playing out in the rain,
Every drop running
through her flesh,
waves of air through
every strands of her hair
She feels more alive than ever
With each passing moment
Her bloom unfolds
Forgive me as I compose this remorseful apology
An admission of my egotistical individuality
Realization of how I've accustomed to being a Ticking time bomb impulsively leaking noxious fumes
Unintentionally forcing you to inhale and endure my venomous pollution;
But Innocence I had plead with evidence justifying unforseen indescribable affinity
Unintentionally passionately
To what i defined a Fragile creation of a human being
Give me the U who dances in the rain,
The U with sunshine in your laugh, a heart that can't be chained.
The U with dreams that shimmer, goals that take flight,
The U who stumbles sometimes, but picks yourself up with all your might.
Give me the U who craves quiet moments, lost in a book's embrace,
The U who bursts with ideas, a whirlwind pace.
The U with a fire in your eyes, a voice that compels,
The U who finds beauty in the ordinary, in every seashell.
Give me the U who yearns for faraway lands,
The U who builds sandcastles on familiar sands.
The U with a paintbrush whispering secrets on a canvas,
The U with a melody strumming on forgotten stanzas.
Give me the U who breaks bread with loved ones, laughter in the air,
The U who tackles challenges, a burden you learn to share.
The U who cries cathartic tears, a heart that feels so deep,
The U who finds strength in vulnerability, secrets you choose to keep.
Give me all the U's, the vibrant kaleidoscope,
The messy masterpiece, the ever-evolving code.
This is the symphony of me, a beautiful, complex core,
And I wouldn't trade a single note, forever wanting more.
Muffled voices in clouded corridors,
where legends mold the unseen,
drifting through thoughts like specters
bestowing authority upon the mysterious.
In politics, a performance:
marionettes on a dream-filled platform,
ballots cast for favor
lies woven with words
strands of optimism and dread
woven in imperceptible restraints.
Religion, with its narratives,
deities and monsters depicted in faith
comfort sought in fables
significance discovered in customs,
fleeting peace in their presence
prayers ascending, vapors in thin air.
Daily rituals of superstition
a black cat crosses the path, a broken mirror
navigating through symbols
interpreting with outdated understandings,
guided by obscure beliefs
apprehensive of uncertainties.
What if we dared to look behind the curtain
to view the myths we hold;
What secrets lie beyond?
Vibrating light
Creating sound
Resisting LOVE
When TRUTH is found
Resilient music
Bouncing the rafters
Building sandcastle dreams
In Happily Ever Afters
Mourning the loss
Of passing Earth
Clinging tight
To the afterbirth
Process is unyielding
As breathe comes to life
The cord of uncertainty
Breaks the firing ice
No line in unity
Every work complete
As TRUTH is unveiled
Washing Salvation’s feet
Written by Trudy Schrader on 10-26-2023
In life's dance, I stumble and sway, Fallen low, I find strength to defy,
With soaring spirit, I embrace the skies,
Yet, higher I climb, harder I may sway.
In the face of life's trials, I find my way, Defying gravity, I rise every day,
With resilience as my guiding light,
I conquer challenges and take flight.
Amidst the fall, my spirit unbroken, Rising anew, a power awoken.
As I stand tall, the world shall feel, In humble awe, before my zeal.
No revenge shall taint my soul, In shadows, justice takes its toll.
With limited time, I strive to mend, Making each moment better, till the end.
I strive for acceptance, though I may not relate, Their hatred won't harm, for I'll stand firm, innate.
Their courage will falter, no harm shall they impart, For in their hearts, they'll lack the strength to depart.
virgin blossom blooms
petals drift down in silence
spring unveils in white
4/7/2023
The Veil is closer than you think
thinner than you know
familiar like a friend
and can unveil at any moment
The Veil is something that you know
from a past life existence
a stream of consciousness into where you come from
and where you are going
The Veil is something that you are afraid of
like a specter under the bed and you turn on a night light to hide from
but you can not hide from yourself
The Veil knows when you are sleeping
and you awakened to the Veil in your dreams
but only in your dreams
because as you grew up you thought you had out grown the Veil
The Veil never sleeps and is always in the Presence
of All That Is and its Force of Light
The Veil is never separated from the Source and You
Like your shadow self its connected and can be present in darkness or light
The Veil is the bridge and portal of between times and no times and
one breath within and two breaths out
How is it that prophets and psychics can lie,
When futures told show evidence of His Omniscience.
All we know is in future times, the truth is yet to come true,
And the only things we fill with lies, are our ties to the past.
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