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I heard them say,
that life is full of promises.
I hear them pray,
that God makes a way us to excel.
I have a dream,
and each morning I wake up just to give it a chase.
I aim high,
higher than where the moon and stars are placed.
I give it a try,
and the universe gives me a peak of what I can have.
It's within reach,
If I stretch further I can have a touch.
Its all there,
my heart and soul knows this and we take control.
The control of life,
steering with keen towards our goal.
I see the light,
Its shinning brighter for my eyes feel with glee.
...then it all comes crushing down....
I blink a bit and it comes crushing...
down, am left lying in darkness...
It was all there, now nowhere...
shuttered...
am drowning...
How could it disappear I ask,
How can it seem so near,
yet so far I cannot bear,
the thought of losing it before getting there...
How could it lead me so closer,
yet the moment I near it vanishes in thin air...
how could it...
Painful it is to bear,
the thought of being down brings fear,
my mind wanders in confusion as I strive for a better,
feeling than this causing my heart to drown like it's tied to an anchor.
I must wake,
I must rise from this wreck,
I must gather the only strength I have left to try and break,
I must take heart and rise above all fear and torture that evil can make.
and so I rise,
in hope I find the means,
to stand on two feet,
again to keep my goal alive.
In hope I steer dust off the dirt,
I take up the sword and hold it closer to my heart,
arising from the ashes and again seeking to fly,
my focus now clearer and my breathe now deeper,
I know I can do it and all it takes is the inner,
spirit to excel above all that tries to hinder,
me from achieving what I have been so eager,
to find and make my whole life better.
In hope I fly,
In hope I try,
In hope I strive,
In hope all I seek I shall find.
..and so I go,
head held high and full of hope,
heart pumping harder and mind set on my goal,
I know,
that failing doesn't mean the end of the road,
I know,
that the journey of life is full of such falls,
I know,
that the bad sometimes comes our way just to make us strong,
I know,
that the only way I can get there is by filling my heart with eternal hope.
I know...
that in hope,
all,
is never,
lost.
I didn’t grow up trying to better anyone
but I bettered the bitter and discovered haters one by one
turns out it’s a lonely place when you’re the champion
everybody wants a piece everyday on repeat
you see them looking at you with the envy in their eyes
because I worked out while they sat eating all the pies
the effort and the discipline continuous developing
playing sport and at the gym
while they weren’t doing anything
they think that I was born athletic lucky genes they say
while they watch tv smoke and laze lacking energy each day
hours they spend dreaming about glory and achieving what they ain’t
while I compete in competition hard work starts to pay
living dreams the actual scenes and getting lots of praise
while no one ever notices the ones dreaming they are great
desperate for attention they start to label you that way
I don’t want attention I enjoy the sports I play
they look for ways they better you in any category
and then they talk aloud about it most assuredly
making sure that people know until they all agree
they’ve finally found the sweet spot they’ve found a victory
but then you go and win something and all the people see
then everybody talks about it and you are centre scene
and this just grows the hate resentment and the jealously
so now they will compete with you every possibility
behaviour fuelled by envy and it’s obvious to me
if you are lazy you’ll grow bitter and be a nobody
and you’ll become an empty shell who dreams they do achieve
desperate to be noticed by the whole community
and you will have to tell yourself just how great you are
over time you will believe it and see yourself a star
but that is called delusion you’re not who you think you are
becoming confident and cocky a reality apart
your happy days will be the days others suffer hard
you’ll kick them down and dance around and talk to them real harsh
entitled lazy liar horrid no empathy or heart
and this is how you will achieve as the narcissist you are
all because you sat and dreamed and smoked and drank the bar listening to winning stories of those held in high regard
and as your ego disappears amongst the mental scars
you’ll be wishing you were someone else hating who you
saying lots of nasty to people so high up above you
while they can’t even hear you they just laugh and shoulder shrug you
From the beginning momma been duin it on her own, raising a fast kid like me in a single parent home. 15 years old with her whole life ahead of her, but sperm traveled fast and made a single egg last. Now its me, here by mistake, so I only look at myself as one. Taking her through hell for 15 years , while she gave up all she had in front of her. No prom, no graduation, no happiness, her teenage life thrown away and sacrificed just for me. But all this didn’t have to be. She had a choice: murder me, or give me away and live happily. She kept me out the goodness of her heart, lord knows If she had the chance, she’d give it up for a brand new start. But this is the life of how a small lil teen in a huge giant world grows with guilt inside.
Daddy wasn’t an addict, and daddy wasn’t a jail berg. Daddy isn’t dead, he’s just somewhere being mislead. He’s not with me, so how can he tell me where I need to be.
I grew up like any other kid, without a father. All I had and have to depend on is my mother. She’s not the best, but she’s defiantly far from the rest.
She’s modeling for me, modeling how to be. The best is what she want me to see.
Tough love is rough is love, momma know love. Momma give love, momma take love, but I’m surprised momma still giving love. Its just a matter of time before momma throw in the gloves!
From the headaches, to the heartaches; I couldn’t possibly imagine what hurts worst! She’s smiling on the outside, sorta like me, & crying behind closed doors, praying on her knees: hoping her daughter don’t fall a victim to the streets, and become pregnant just from one lil piece of meat! The whoopings, the spankings, the beatings, the busted heads, and the loud yells are just a sign of tough of love, tryna teach a lesson, while I’m blaming myself when I should really be countin my blessings!
Momma just wanna see me succeed, fulfill the things she wasn’t able to in life, and spend time with her on the things that her momma couldn’t. She wanna see the best in me, & honestly, I’m striving to be all I can.
Bringing home good grades, making goals, achieving goals, and playing my role. They say we can’t please every body and I guess I try too hard, but momma is one person who I wanna impress lord!
Take care of her like she take care of me, that’s after I become all I can be! Cause I want my momma to see . . . . . . . . . I’m GONE make it!!!
The human being
(also referred throughout history
as 'long pig' and 'hairless goat'
in the case of younger specimens)
Observing the anatomy and skeleton,
one can see that the human animal
after death young tender meat.
The large central pelvis and broad shoulder blades
also interfere with achieving perfect cuts.
There are advantages to this however,
especially due to the fact that the specimen girl
will weigh between 100-200 pounds,
easily manipulated by one man with proper leverage.
Controlled environments like institutions or jails before.
Health and diet to outward appearances maintained.
Humans are not very kind to the dead here it is why you are.
You are an unknown to me
thus subject to an enormous range of diseases,
infections, chemical imbalances,
and poisonous bad habits, all typically decreasing with age.
I personally prefer calm firm caucasian females
in their early teens.
These are 'ripe'.
But the saw varies from cut to cut,
and again there it is a very large herd to choose from.
The M.E.)
Medical Examiner will need a fairly large room and sufficient space
in which to work (an interior location is suggested)
and a large table for a butcher's block.
A central overhead support will need to be chosen
or installed ahead of time to hang the young body from.
Large tubs or barrels for blood
and waste trimmings should be convenient,
and a water source close by.
Most of the work can be done with a few simple tools.
Sharp, clean short and long bladed knives,
a cleaver or hatchet, and a hacksaw and ribspreaders.
Body Preparation requires plenty of water.
This helps flush the system,
purging stored toxins and bodily wastes,
as well as making bleeding and cleaning easier.
This one I will call Jane doe 007
was found at a bar stunned into insensitivity.
Sharp unexpected blows to the head put her at rest
quite is best, tranquilizers being recommended
If this is not possible without exciting the body
and causing a longer struggle (which then pumps
a greater volume of blood
and secretions such as adrenaline throughout the body
A single bullet through the middle of the forehead
exiting the back of the skull here did nice.
For what ever reason her companion is here right beside her.
Is is called murder suicide I think it is two suicides.
Whom ever goes last gets the cellophane wrap.
The crone can hear the children's laughter, cold as ice
And they exclaim out "witch", not thinking she can hear
Their parents then admonish, "Try to be quite nice."
Upon her thin, emaciated form they leer
Of love forbidden she has paid the awful price
Malicious magic powers all the children fear
She only wears black, mourning each and ev'ry day
Her world is full of dismal, somber shades of grey
She loved a wealthy cultured handsome gentleman
But she had not the clothes nor proper pedigree
And never would be issued any wedding bann
For poverty did not amuse his family
When finding herself great with child of his, she ran
She felt displaced, just like a dead uprooted tree
In bleak back alley child unwanted disappeared
No chance immoral tainted peccant child be reared
Although she lost her core, her heart, her soul, her mind,
She wandered dazed and crazy back to town she knew
Her fam'ly said, "We never have produced your kind."
There was no place to go and nothing left to do
But after mournful agony she came to find
Satanic powers very evil she would rue
She met the incubi in wooded forest glen
Although she knew it was an awful, grievous sin
Her soul and body raped by evil forces bold
Instilled in her the seeds of their foul awful pow'r
That grew more potent as she grew extremely old
Demolished, shattered self continued still to sour
Her sterile body, now quite barren, grew ice cold
A vile vexatious tongue lashed out at all each hour
Thus she became a bitter venomous old hag
While dressed in filthy clothes; on head, a dirty rag
She met a fine genteel young man, so good and kind
A person reaching out to all in charity
Attempted making better lives where he could find
He wanted human folk achieving parity
However, he had never met an evil mind
The succubus seduced his soul with clarity
She crippled psyche; took his cash, his bonds and stocks
Her languid lips convinced him caged; no keys for locks
Then when the moon was full one night, she murdered him
Around his vile demise all sorts of tales arose
She had dismembered rigid corpse each limb by limb
Disposed so very well of ugly bloody clothes
The whole ordeal had been a gratifying whim
Upon his naked body set a blood red rose
His corpse was never found; base tales do not abate
Today she suffers vile result of cruel fate
Gazing up at the dark and grey sky,
While Sparkling drizzles adorn the earth,
Calmness filling up as time goes by,
And the drops trickle down the hearth.
I settled down to cherish the serene blues,
Engaged deeply in its scenic imagery,
Which brings back the echoes and views,
Of my tender and dreamy childhood memory.
Several scenes vividly playing through my mind,
And various conversations echoing inside,
Leaving me restless with a whole new find,
Urging me desperately to travel back and confide.
If only I could go back in time,
Yearning to meet my younger self once more,
For it's not a sinful fault or malicious crime,
I would teach her many things in store.
First, I would delicately take her in my embrace,
And softly stroke the strands of her hair,
Assuring her that she made it through the chase,
Not giving up even in her darkest despair.
I would shower her with a treasure of rewards,
For being kind and helpful to others around her,
Also telling her not to forget the regards,
And to be kind to herself despite any blur.
I would take her to mountains and rivers,
For they could make an inseparable bond together,
As they stand by her in the toughest quivers,
And would support and befriend her forever.
I would describe to her the profound joy,
Of achieving her precious visions and dreams,
The deepest connections woven in her heart's ploy,
While reaching for those priceless fantasies.
I would prepare her to face the worst,
While trying to be brave and consistent,
Throughout her valuable self-exploration quest,
And would teach her to be strong and confident.
I would teach her the essence of euphoria,
In every small and tender delight,
From the warmth of those close to her aura,
That would ease her pain and make things right.
At times when people would disown her,
Judging her efforts and attempts,
I would teach her to trust herself and persevere,
To move on and achieve her greatest triumphs.
When life seems tough with each passing second,
I would ask her to remember my guidance,
That would keep her going till the end,
Without too many regrets and hindrances.
If only I could go back in time,
Wishing to make her stronger than ever,
For it's not a sinful fault or malicious crime,
That would help her surpass her struggles forever.
My best friend got raped by a man she knew
He covered her mouth and whispered in her ear and then he came inside her
Now we are sitting here without a plan wondering when or how are we supposed to get out of this mess
Waiting on her next period hoping that it came
It’s 2012 and my family just got bigger
An my brother in law whom I devoted my love too cause he was my brother
Stretch out his hands and told me to be quiet and spoke words of distaste and now
Tell no one for sure they would not understand
Now my sister is pregnant and
I’m too young to understand why it aches in my thighs but they won’t understand so I must lie, I must lie
It’s 2015 and I’m dating a guy and I hold his hand and he whispers in my ears
But why does it still ache in my thighs so I lie because I must lie
It’s 2018 and I’ll always be afraid of the fact that I can’t swim
And the crash of every wave will forever haunt me in my sleep
For as long as I live
It’s 2019 and I have a boyfriend and I live like a queen because I’ve been achieving my dreams
But the crash of the wave still haunts me in my dreams
I’m invincible and so damn naïve I believed I was protected because I lived on a screen
Because no one would dare violate me again
I’ve earned that much
Until a man I don’t know touched my leg
But I don’t want that I just wanted to wear my short dress
And I wake up the next morning and I find myself in a trance
Because the crash of the wave still haunts me in my dreams
And the boyfriend I have he won’t understand
There is blood everywhere but is it mines
It’s just the death of yet another loves’ live
Hold on a minute.
I’ve worked every day of my life to be where I am
I’ve pied the piper and lived out my dreams
Decorated my pain
And showed up in vain
So what do you mean this happened to me
You can’t put your hands on me
I’m supposed to be safe now.
I’ve earned it.
And it’s 2020 and I’ve realized that nobody is safe as long as she is alive,
And every friend that I have has a story like mine
So listen and be a voice for those that have prisoned lips
Even for those that had to grow up to young
For every story counts,
For every voice should be heard
And every woman should be safe someday
But today isn’t that day and who knows when it would be!
Do you realize that your "LIFE IS IMPORTANT": SO BE IT AND SO IT IS!Will you in your understanding realize and try to have some "Happiness" and have "GOOD INTENTIONS" for your fellow human beings? Bad intentions for your fellow human beings ,no matter what their "Religious Faith" sends "The One With Bad "Intentions to "Hell for "Eternity"!!!!!!! Your "SOUL and SPIRIT "is "IMPORTANT",so strive and keep that thing in.........tact.......run and tell that!!You ought to run and "TELL THAT"! Jesus Christ came "OUT" from "GOD"!The "HOLY SPIRIT"came out from "THE LORD GOD ALMIGHTY": THERE IS "ONE SPIRIT"and that is "THE SPIRIT IS THE SPIRIT THAT CREATED THE ONLY BEGOTTEN SON OF THE LIVING GOD WHO IS JESUS CHRIST!THE HOLY SPIRIT CAME OUT FROM GOD JUST LIKE JESUS CHRIST!"The "ONE HOLY SPIRIT"is going to "TAKE OVER""EVERYTHING" FOR "THE LORD GOD ALMIGHTY"WHOES "HOLY NAME IS "JEHOVAH" WHO "ALLAH" PRAYS TO!ALLAH PRAYS TO JEHOVAH WHO IS "SOVEREIGN",as "LORD GOD ALMIGHTY OVER ALLAH OR ANY WHO CALLS THEMSELVES "GOD"!ALLAH OR ANY GOD GETS ON THEIR KNEES ,AND "PRAYS TO "THE HOLY NAME OF THE OF GOD "JEHOVAH" !LOOK up the names of god and you will find that ALLAH is "NOT" a name of "GOD"! ALLAH is a GOD that must pray to"THE HOLY NANE OF THE LIVING GOD"WHO IS "JEHOVAH"!LOOK up the names of god,and allah "IS NOT A NAME OF GOD"!Your "BODY is "Important",and you may drink so you must think,and be concerned about that body,aqnd keep it healthy,and not let it stink from too much drink!!!!!It is "IMPORTANT" to be ,,"LOVING",SINCERE,COMPASSIONATE,and "HAVE GOOD INTENTIONS"or you will "DIE"!!!!! BAD INTENTIONS LETS YOU DIE EARLY FOR THOSE WHO TREAT YOU"GOOD"!!!!!!!IT IS "IMPORTANT TO HAVE "GOOD INTENTIONS FOR THOSE WHO YOU COME IN CONTACT WITH OR "THE BAD "INTENTIONS THAT YOU HAVE FOR THOSE YOU COME IN CONTACT WITH WILL COME TO YOU AND YOUR FAMILY WITHOUT FAIL FOR SURE!"ACHIEVE SOMETHING GOOD" SO THAT "YOU AND YOUR FAMILY WILL BE A PART OF THAT WHICH IS "BEAUTIFUL"!!!BAD INTENTIONS FOR A PERSON WHO IS ACHIEVING SOMETHING GOOD WILL SEND THAT PERSON TO "HELL"FOR SURE :NO MATTER WHAT THEIR WORK OR PROFESSION! THAT IS GOOD!TAKING AWAY "WOMENS RIGHTS" BY "REPUBLICANS" WHO TRY TO MAKE "THE U.S.A" LIKE AFGANISTAN IS REALLY WHY REPUBLICANS WILL BE VOTED OUT OF "POLITICAL OFFICE FOREVER!
1/16/21
Pure silence or the sound of wind chimes
Willing to do anything to save their own hides
People still committing horrific crimes
During low and high tide
It's been one hell of a roller coaster ride
A whirlwind inside my mind
All these rhymes
Days and nights spent getting sky high
It's seeming like a sign of the times
I say I'm fine, but I'm not alright
Always feels like
I get nowhere when I climb
No matter how hard I try
Can't even look me in my eyes
Quick to assume I'm telling lies
Wasn't the first and won't be the last goodbye
If you let it, quickly time will pass you by
I was reaching the skies
Then taking dives
Achieving nearly every prize
Or living among the mosquitoes and flies
I had many lows and even more highs
I've been a fool, but I'm still wise
You better recognize
And realize
I still get butterflies
While I'm living life, trying to survive
Seeing the moon's glow or watching the Sunrise
Sometimes
It hurts
Feels like I'm cursed
Still I delve and search
Across the Earth
Too many perverts
And jerks
Continue to lurk
Meanwhile snakes out to usurp
As well as nearly every other twerp
Which is why I stay alert
Similar to Captain Kirk
Ready to put in work
First things first
To me it doesn't matter if you did or didn't go to church
For what it's worth
Better or worse
Before I'm in a hearse
And the dirt
I've still got an insatiable hunger and thirst
I know there'll be no effect or a ripple that can domino
Time will tell if we truly are or are not alone
I got to go
And roam
Across the globe
I want to know
From here to way beyond the Galapagos
As well as Guantanamo
Humble and Heroic, doing the impossible
Paying homage and occasionally saying 'Geronimo!'
Feeling like Socrates
Don't need apologies
Traveling across the seas
And on lands fraught with trees
Constantly
Saw what others would not believe
And am going to continue the odyssey
Traveling vertically and horizontally
Staying still or moving with velocity
As folks hold on to animosity
Forever unable to display camaraderie
Not focused on such novelties
People with good and bad qualities
The same can be said for policies
I remain an anomaly
With my own methodology
And ferocity
Holding on solidly
While remaining an oddity
This week I have been in much thought about my wife and our marriage of 39 years*. I have noted and deeply considered the power and impact of 'history' in both the maintenance and long endurance in a marital relationship. The future is projected to be one of hope and vision, one of anticipation and eager planning. Although nothing beyond the 'now' is guaranteed in the 'tears' ahead, in sweet peace and harmony is where one would like to be in the 'years' ahead.
I heard a story of two gentlemen engaged in a conversation about their wives. One said, "When my wife gets upset with me, she always gets 'historical' ". In an attempt to correct his friend, the other gentleman said, "I think that you meant to say that she gets hysterical". The reply was, "No, I mean 'Historical'. She's always bringing up the past". With that in mind, I want to make it clear that I am talking about history and not hysterics.
Part of the beauty of mariage is the planning and dreams that we make for ourselves and prayerfully seek their reality. We also seek to leave some kind of legacy for our children. Notwithstanding, there is that which is behind us that can thrust us forward. Experiences and memories, both pleasant and otherwise can be harnessed and utilized to rocket us into future joys and successes. It is often the triumps and sometimes the failures in our past that inspire us to future success. What we draw from such experiences gives us confidence for future growth and developement. Yes, we have today. Yes, we had yesterday. Yes, we have this moment; Yes, by grace and faith, we have tomorrow. But indeed, we can look each other in the eyes and say, "We HAVE yesterday; we HAVE a history".
One of the anticipated desires that my wife and I began to treasure as the years flowed by was to 'grow old together'. Many are the obsticles that can hinder and prevent a marriage from achieving such a reality. Nevertheless, it is a real joy and an awareness of God's magnanemous grace when we reach the senior years and begin our 'growing old' together.
31412cjPS *Presently, 2020, 48 years.