Trying we all were to get through
Adapt to the change of rooteen
As their was little else we could do
At that time something unforseen
When were all under strict curfew
All countrys were in total quantine
The daliy updates from the w.h.o
As we waited on word of a vaccine
To us all somthing that was new
And had never before been seen
Nothing since the spanish flew
And then covid ninteen
Little abab form unlike epic 3 part
I put in here calld the great reset
Just at look back..
In the beging seemed meaningful
Thought what we had was so true
That her and l were unseprable
It is always going to be us two
But like the wheather, changable
As with her a game of guess who
If what we had was ever fixable
ld bitten off more than could chew
This dose seem though memrable
One again back down that avenue
She became the unpraditable
A bad case of deja vu
Old write bits taken from poems you a d you and me written 2014...
When ever the darkness
Begins to fill my room
And now the lonliness
Is beging to loom!
Though the madness
Seems that l am immune
It is more the emptinness
I find hard to consume
Again drowing in saddness
Everything is doom and gloom
Hoping tomorrow happiness
Will be in full bloom!
Old write bits were taken from poem divine
Written narch 2022...
I remember a place
a place of being a child
where being a child was a fun
as eating pizza and playing arcade games.
This was a well know place
every child knew it's name.
For the moment you walked
through the revolving doors
bright lights displayed every game.
There were slide with twists and turns
even a ball pit and the best part was
the childhood memories of all of this.
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Continued part 2
The use of a mask or scarf
When covering ones face
What lasted a year and a half
People still no sense of space
When told avoid close proximitry
Even those who were close to us
As those with real low immunity
Affected more so by the virus
When following the two meter rule
Rules by which many did not abide
As never did seem to apply to all
When warned about going outside
The constant news report"
The daily update!
People feeling distraught"
Now becoming quite irate!
As being in total isalasion'
Not seeing friends and family!
Some taking advange of situation"
Like all of the unseen criminal activity!
A lot of peoole were stock pilling!
With no concideration for others"
Like those who were proffiting!
Showed their true colours"
Their were quite alot of us"
Making use of the internet!!
Trying we all were to ajust;
To this great reset!!
Wheather working from home'
Or if it was shopping online!
The streets we could not rome"
What felt like a sureal time!
Spring of' twenty twenty'
Cars nolonger on the roads
The streets are now empty!
Resturants and bars closed
Nothing but clear blue skies
As nolonger was any polusion
People stocking up on suplys
Admist all of the confusion!
Listening to the sound of nature
Something you don't often hear;
Though uncertain now the future
Rules by which we have to adear!
Because of this global pandemic
That has swept through the nation
Some people were though sceptic"
At the now prospect of isolasion!
But to some how hault the spread
To stop the death toll from rising
As alot of people are now dead"
And still so many more are dying!
If we had first closed the boarders
To try and reduce the contamination
Goverments were given strict orders"
Warned by the world health organisation!
So we were all in total quarantine:
And under a now strict curfew!
Untill they come up with a vaccine"
Awaiting a response from the who!
Being told we all have apart to play!
Though some people for them self"
What often felt like "ground hog day"
The effect on peoples mental health!
Part 1 0f 3 to be continued.....
Where must these wisps of words lie?
When these limbs are lost and tortured by the taste of touch,
Let the sky hold our voices in a ventura vortex,
I beseech the sun to undress the stars,
our twirling twinkles aren’t meant to be locked in glass jars,
Hopelessly harboring the starvation for your grunts,
If you dare, pierce the navigating needle of night
Torment the twisted thread of the moon,
Sew the silhouette of our songs into the slopes of my skin,
Sultry seamster, sway the sounds of unspeakable sins,
Deep into the hidden places where I begin,
Make a madness out of my resisting lips until they comply
Corrupt the parts I pretend to play,
“a damsel in deny.”
Don’t let the sheets speak of the heat I hide,
When the tailored tints on these thighs were stolen for a reckless joyride,
Guide my graze along the spine of your abyss,
For the ridges of your lungs left an addictive ambiance,
Venomous ventriloquist, versed to veil the vixen of the vapors.
I loved you
But God, I had to leave
It wasn't you but it wasn't me
We just didn't work and I had to leave
But I need you to know
It hurt me too
Oh, I think about them a lot;
The letters you would have written to me.
And know I'll be keeping the letters until the ink fades.
So, write me a letter every now and then.
And on the days in between, a little note does the same magic.
Now, don't worry about not getting the same treatment.
I learned love before I could speak a word.
And I'll love you in every word, in every language I know.
Those letters you would have written would be my favourite words to read.
I'll write back every time you want me to.
And when you don't, I'll love you the hardest.
Write me a letter when you're finally here.
I could spend all day reading; I write.
Reading you and you and you, endless;
I throw a kiss, who did I miss; I cannot
please everyone and I dare to write
and post-it-note so many in my mind.
Not one of you is plain yellow; blues,
pinks, orange-crush pinned-up.
I am choosy. Looking for your best;
the real you, and what you choose to say.
Say it well. Don’t scatter verbiage; falling
leaves of humid Autumn. Keep them crisp,
colorful, beautifully shaped, prepared
to grab my hand, exposed to the elements.
I could spend all day reading; I write.
I must capture a little of today for myself.
Do you see the serenity of my
misshaped machete?
A moment mistaken for a musical mystery,
Hold no hopes for this ballad my blade sings to you;
She only reflects the dreams on a dimmed dawn you once drew,
Foolishly flourishing for the finely crafted chaos,
When the writings on her walls bleed for the bruises you prey on,
Rest on the reflection she wove for you,
A closet you’ve locked, she wiggled her way into,
Do the realistic corners of what you seek have no light?
Did my mahogany mirror make you feel a little fright?
Was holding the hands of an echo a suggestive thrill?
Or would you rather have a minute and relearn the drill?
Dare not blame my beastly blade, wear no shade, since you stayed,
So lay your cards and pay the price you played.
Before the first dawn split the sky,
before light learned to speak,
there was darkness
endless, ancient, alive. ??
From that abyss came chaos,
from chaos came pain,
and from pain came us.
We are not children of the light.
We are forged by shadow,
carved by silence,
tempered by storms no eye has seen.
The world believes darkness destroys.
It does not.
It creates.
It burns away illusion,
tears apart weakness,
and leaves only truth standing.
Your scars are not wounds
they are scripture,
verses written in fire and survival,
proof that you were broken open
only to be rebuilt unshakable. ??
Do not curse the shadows
that raised you.
They taught you what the light never could:
that strength is not given..
it is forged in the places
no one dares to look.
Even the stars were born
from the deepest black,
their brilliance a rebellion
against the void. ??
And so are you.
Rise, not quietly,
but like a prophecy fulfilled.
Rise, not as a survivor,
but as a storm that silences the rain. ??
We are all born of shadows...
and shadows do not fear the dark.
— Heart Hacker ??
Full of force
Full of life
Life loves lust
Life lifts laughs
Laughs over tears
Laughs off the pain
Pain paid prophet
Pain predicted poison
Poison on the mind
Poison in our food
Food foreign fragile
Food forever fake
Fake news is real
Fake family fun
Fun is limited
Fun uniquely shattered
Shattered dreams
Shattered heart
Heart full of ice
Heart racing
Racing against time
Racing against humanity
Humanity has to fight
Humanity stripped of rights
Rights to free speech
Rights to vote
Vote for peace
Vote for proper protection
Protection from our government
Protection from our citizens
Citizens above the law
Citizens who had enough
Enough flags being raised
Enough evil evidence
Evidence we shall ignore
Evidence says Jesus wept
Wept for the dead
Wept for the living
Living organisms fail
Living God heals
Heals heaven's heart
Heals harmful hail
Hail stones freezing
Hail holy history
History unfrozen
History rewritten
Rewritten heroes
Rewritten villains
Villains
Heroes
They ask me what is race —
I say: a border drawn in skin,
a lie that learned to breathe,
A wicked seed planted from within.
It’s not blood. Blood doesn’t know color.
It’s not bone. Bone doesn’t hold grudges.
It’s a story — told so long,
so loud, so often,
we mistook the telling for the truth.
Race is a costume
A made up competition
Of existence.
HIS-Story made us wear.
Prejudice is the cousin
Of racism for they both go hand in hand.
While they prevent every color and creed from coming together and joining hands.
Some days it fits like armor,
some days it cuts like wire,
but underneath it, every time,
is just a person
asking to be free
of the box somebody else built.
So don’t ask me what race is.
Ask what it costs.
Ask who it protects.
Ask why we’re still drawing lines
on a map that was never really there.
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