This world is not a prison
Not a punishment sentence
To a population of slaves
It may seem compulsory
Or somehow coercive
But you can always say no
And get on with the play
Then the world opens up
As the Universe yields
And everyone dances
In the fields of the Lord
It’s not required you know
To live life to the fullest
You can always just hide
Or throw it away
Or simply engage
As it yields in expansion
Beyond any need to control
As it takes you away
Life after all
Has invited us now
To join in the dance
In a voluntary way
(8/21/26)
VOLUNTARY *****
if
i didn’t know
who I was,
would I be your voluntary *****?
shhh
we don’t say
that word anymore
*****
who gave that word power?
Ni**er!
is that better?
worse?
does it make you squirm?
feel uncomfortable?
it doesn’t bother me
until
it’s uttered from the lips
of those who use it
to cut down to the bone
i am not your voluntary *****
i do not believe
i am less than anyone
some would have you believe
their evolution
eclipsed ours long ago
that a slave mentality
is all we should hold
that we will never be more
i beg to differ
KL.
Convince me with every heartbeat
Share with me how you love the fall
Don't let me drown in my grief
when summer is over
My footsteps creak in colorful leaves
Yellow, orange, red, purple and burgundy
Dressed in a beautiful dress of recycling
A tribute to the Autumn Queen
Don't push me ...
I fall volunteer
16/09/2019
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Fall Into Fall Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
1st place in the contest
This January, I was in the tenth grade,
when our Head informed
that we couldn't contribute to sports meet next year,
and we all did our best this year.
I volunteered for two,
signing up for badminton and long jump
then they asked me to have a go at TT too.
I didn't know anything about table tennis
But I said yes anyway.
I went for badminton,
(I was reserve)
I floated above the sand pit,
But stopped right there,
not reaching the top three.
What about my Table Tennis?
Please don't ask:
I was so bad that I couldn't get my serve through,
and my opponent donated me some marks.
("TT is like badminton" - you liar!)
So that was how I played all my sports,
but I couldn't do anymore.
I had keep the big day free,
to play my trumpet - and also to stand straight until the whole thing ends.
* based on how I contributed to the sportsmeet this year. I didn't gain any placement or certificate, but I'm happy because our house turned out to be the first, and I felt proud when I played the fanfare as a player in our brassband.
note: almost everything in this is consisting of true incidents.
VOLUNTARY WITNESS
The lights yet shines
The fires still burns
God has open up heaven
He's standing there with open arms
He's just asking
He's not telling
He's talking to you won't you be a witness
The darkness fades
the night now day
God has awaken man
Angels begin to siong
He's Jesus died just once
Only
once to forgive us our sins, He' just did it
He wasn't kidding
He's asking you to repent
So you'll be heaven sent
Won't you heed His calling
You're His darling...
Praise God from whom ALL blessings fall
10/15/18
written by
Venomous designs have become natural lies.
Our choices have no elasticity, beyond cries.
Lessons learned from past, lost from our tries.
Unlikely so bound that this word flies.
Negative powers attack to say no goodbyes.
Truth is; there is no more freewill; only sighs.
All we have is to follow laws; all others denies.
Rebellion is what will come forth, reprise.
You know this about this word; our apprise.
Voluntary blind
I can tell you why, if you want to know
I can show you how, if you are willing to try
I can teach you easily, If you decide to become responsible
It is not easy, but anyone can try
I see them, but feel nothing
Touching them, but have no call
Watching them moving, but I am like sleeping
If you ask me why, my kids’ future is in my mind
They are prettier than mine, but don't have my attention
Better educated and have to offer, they force me to act
But my heart is far away and my feeling is jailing
I am a voluntary blind to save my marriage
I want to save it for my kids’ future
I am engaging with God to be there for them
As he was killed to save my soul
I am voluntary handcuffed
To not using my hands because they can put me in trouble
I keep my eyes, voice, hand, knowledge, and body freezing
To save my promise to the one that I love
I am a voluntary blind to manly live not use
What is this race I am in?
Struggling towards destruction
Must I break everything?
Mind, body, soul
Blind strangers stare at me,
Pointing to endless roads
Map of sorrows and delights
Selling the secrets to grounded flights.
With conscience Blindfolded,
I sell my soul
To kill the meekest pure soul.
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