Bright Autumn colors fly.
Gold, purple, red, and orange leaves float all around.
Fill the sky
Bare branches wave
Boots crunching leaves on the cold ground.
Be brave
Cold night
Will soon be found
white
Bright Autumn colors fly.
Boots crunching leaves on the cold ground.
white
.
there furth'er
be
enstructionz
yo
You still cherish
that rag doll from your childhood.
As if you never grew up.
When you change the water in the vase,
lightly stroking the lily stems,
I am moved…
You always bloom when surrounded by flowers.
And when we lie side by side
for eternity, half-immersed in sadness,
it seems to me that life is not to be taken
too seriously.
Do you feel it in your spirit?
Whether it’s a gift
an answer to a prayer
or something that only you would know
and God
He is the creator and the fulfiller
All in one
Whatever you need
He is right there
Make a request
Do supplication
Make your wishes known to God
Do you think He already knows it?
Why do You think He wants you to bring it to Him?
To test that you really want it
And it is not something that you just think it
Make your supplications known to Him
Okay?
Did the Bible say that?
Philippians 4:6 (KJV)
“… in everything by prayer and supplication
with thanksgiving
let your requests be made known unto God”
So you see it’s not only me who said that
But God too
thousand years ago
Has it been that long?
Seems like yesterday
Yeah you just read it
Anyhow
Do you believe God answers prayers?
That is for me to know
And for you to find out hehe
Or did you know already?
The Last Poets
“When the revolution comes,”
Politicians whispered sweet lies,
promising dreams that were never theirs,
while streets echoed with dreams denied,
and voices drowned in blood-stained hope.
Economies built on the backs of the weak,
wealth for the few, while many stayed silent,
coins of gold pooled, but hearts went cold,
hands reached out but never united.
The Last Poets rhymes like Hymns
echoing in alleys,
fingers snap,
feet tap,
words meet the pulse,
the Congo thump lifts hearts,
raw and real,
hip-hop’s roots grow deep—
But what has changed,
in this swirling maze?
Do we still speak the truth,
shout over sirens,
dream beyond the neon flash,
with wide eyes,
still fighting, still asking,
for justice in our sound,
each voice a note,
every story a song?
I want to be loved correctly
Please don't neglect me
Just let me
Let me show you
How you are supposed to be treated
How to feel wanted and needed
I want you to understand
Everything I'm saying
So you can reciprocate
What's been given
What we doing it's your decision
True love
Will the love be true
Boy thats what i feel
When im with you
(Repeat 1x)
A man that loves you
It shows
It's like a plant it grows
Start from the bottom
Aim for the top
You have all these options
Just don't stop
Keep God first
Stay in your word
Pray everyday , keep the faith
A team baby we sure make it great
True love
Will the love be true
Boy thats what i feel
When im with you
(Repeat 1x)
I want to vibe
Enjoy spending time
You make me blush ?? this is true
You need me and I need you
True love
Will the love be true
Boy thats what i feel
When im with you
(Repeat until chorus fades )
Written by Concetta Hardnett
09/13/2026
Money laughs in the daylight,
Showing off like it owns the
Block.
Every dollar retains a joke
And a bruise.
Quick to bless, quicker to
Bite,
It shifts moods like weather
On a bad street.
But after hours it cries quietly
Remembering every soul it eluded.
This small god with moods
Keeps moving-
Blessing, breaking never
Staring long.
A name can feel heavy
Before you ever mention it.
Some names carry rooms
You never meant to dwell in.
A name can imitate until you
Forget your own voice.
Some lock behind you like a
Door you didn't restrict.
Some names carry rooms
You never meant to live in.
And still, you wear them
Because someone handed
Them to you.
Some lock trailing you like a
Door you didn't close.
One day you discern the metal
Shift.
And still, you wear them
Because someone handed
Them to you.
One day you hear the metal
Shift.
One day you step out
Leaving the cage open
Behind you.
knots in wrinkles
kinks in years,
creases holding
dried-up tears.
snags in laughter,
cracks in grin,
time folds outward,
memory folds in.
age in the folds,
memory in creases,
years tug tight on
what time releases.
memory in marrows
years cut into furrows
lines across hands
unwind the arrows.
creases in sheets
wrinkles in water
rings inside trees
encircle the slaughter.
weather on faces
time left in traces
leaves laces undone
to ace with graces.
rust in the hinges,
dust galore,
halls remember
feet on the floor.
dents on the pillow,
chill in the bed,
one side remembers
the weight of a head.
rings on fingers,
prints on the glass,
touch bears witness
long after we pass.
frost on temples,
salt in the hair,
seasons keep tally
of all that was there.
echoes in dreams,
dust on the sill,
silence grows louder
the longer it's still.
There is no night when there is light
When there is light there is no night
The light in you makes right
You make right the light in you
You become the light when it is right
When it is right you become the light
Children walked down the street
And, in curiosity, picked up a rock
An adult, suddenly appeared
And gave the noggin a firm knock
...when violence ruled
Little tykes trying to grow and learn
Would stumble into angry fields
An adult, suddenly appeared
And destroyed what hope builds
...when violence ruled
Young teens would begin an adventure
Trying to find a way out of the cave
An adult, suddenly appeared
And delivered a beating to the grave
...when violence ruled
Brand new adults built homes on values
Practiced to secure detainment
An adult, suddenly appeared
Showing the mirror of perfect containment
...when violence ruled
Finally, a new generation was birthed
Determined to clear the curse of the line
An adult, suddenly appeared
Yielding to the power of LOVE over the mind
...when violence bowed
Written by Trudy Schrader
It’s raining all night, and I’m sleepless
Each random thought carries me through
This habit to think is ridiculous
Except when I’m thinking of you
Hope you would approve my idea
I’ve no desire to celebrate
The date of upcoming New Year
The symbol of time that can’t wait
Champagne and that fabulous salad
We can go without easily
The spruce with the shimmering garland
Oh dear, it’s too much for me
I paid off a many New Years
Each one was no better than old
I’ve watched the sunrise over hills
I’ve lived up a tale no one told
So why not remain in the past
To drown in your eyes with the sun
That jumped like a ball between us
When we were alive, having fun.
is easy when you have seconds to pray,
baptize yourself with blessings,
spread wide as a snow angel,
dry as a scarecrow before a tsunami,
sweaty as an orange picker
who never knew rest
You and I were robbed
of that ending
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