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"Slow down", she said.
"We're all just so restless,
We can't seem to sit still.
Moving too fast...
Just to throw it all away."

No one seems to think
for themselves anymore.
Bound ever so tightly
to the crowd.
Oblivious to the weight
that's dragging them down.

The best of intentions
are rotted away in the end.
Lamenting poor decisions,
and the way time was spent.

We're just fading away.
Believing in the mainstream.
Fading away...
Nothing's what it may seem.

How we crush our emotions,
until we are numb to the core.
Sedating ourselves,
always wanting "something more".
Observing the people around me, and differences that divide us and bring us together at the same time. Feeling a constant state of paranoia. It took me all week to write this (mostly because I've been writing while at work). But I think this describes what I've been feeling perfectly. Also, if there are any suggestions for a title please feel free to comment. :)
I am Her.
The embodiment of royalty
A physical manifestation of Her soul
A spiritual movement to Her drum.
I am the Epitome of Zion.

My golden Hide draped in Her pride

I am a Metaphysical Force
Changing form everyday
Becoming Her rivers
And Her Valleys alike.

I speak in Her infinite Tongue of Love
With Her voice
And Her spirit
We are forever.

The Land of the First Trumpet
Where the first Heartbeat was heard
Where the first Sun rose and birthed the first horizon

My Place.
Where the first Moon wedded the Starry African Night Sky.
Where the first mountains praised Her
Where the first Warrior fought
And conquered the darkness.

Infinitely.
Her life was breathed into me and so I am abundant.
Every part of me was chosen for greatness.
Delicately, I was created
With perfection
And finesse.

My mind borne of consciousness
Blessed with her essence.
Given Her sight
Given Her touch
Given Her strength
Given Her.

She is the home of plenty
The plethora of Her soulful Aura
Fruitfulness
Natural wealth
Utopia
Euphoria
Africa.

She is what it means to be Human.
Her soul, Her roots, Her vessels, Her.
Africa is what it means to be Alive.

You are Me
And I am Her
We are African.
For Every person in every corner of the world.
What you're looking for:

If you want the girl
that tells you just what you want to hear, but not what you need to
she's out there.
If you're looking for nothing more than soft words and quiet blessings,
you'll find it,
three blocks east.
If you like
the kind that agrees with you on
every
single
thing,
you should meet my friend right over there.

But over here,
is a girl with loud thoughts, and who speaks the truth
no matter how cold.
Inside this house,
stands a girl with ambitions brighter than that new shade of blonde you're into.
This girl,
will never treat you like the man you are,
or are not,
but rather, like the man you could be.
Royalty.
She will tell you everything you need to hear because
that
is
loyalty.
She will, that is
should you be man enough to hear it.

She will listen to what you have to say,
pretend to look the other way,
look back, smirk and in one breath proclaim
"Unless,"
and prove you wrong.
Not always though.

She will make you mad, no
furious!
Drive you crazy, make you wonder if she's serious
and through various tactics make you realize
she's actually quite hilarious.
sometimes.

This
is a girl that will drive you crazy
and make you love every minute of it.
should you be man enough.
Spoken Word Version:  http://youtu.be/spEV-W4sWoY
 Nov 2013 Jay Altezza
brooke
IT'S
YOUR
CHOICE
TOO
(c) Brooke Otto

voicing my displeasure, people always put the decision making on me.
 Nov 2013 Jay Altezza
Ottar
For a time I disliked change,
For a change I disliked time,
For a time, change disliked I,

We fear what we don't understand,
Ask those in power,
We fear they don't understand,
Abuse of power.

Goodnight, I will be up past midnight
jot a few words down, in the dim light,
hoping the ideas are light and bright,
in a story where time stands still until...

a son is found by his mother,
they are reunited with a sister and brother,
a daughter and son, and together,
they look for their father, husband and king,
while they save the known world, from disastrous
calamity...
don't believe it,
that is why, they call it fantasy...adventure

PSA   Public Service Announcement  PSA
oh remember to set your clocks back this weekend,
and that will give me an extra hour of time
for typing, while you all do what you do when
you stay up late and sleep in, too.  


Time for a change
 Nov 2013 Jay Altezza
Daniel Berg
Drop the ocean, lift the sky,
Today seems like a goodbye,
Memories of your voice forever linger.
Drink the potion, get me high,
Tears start to multiply ,
You wouldn't even try to lift a finger.
Cast the demons, out of here,
Lift me up, I have no fear,
Show you what it means to say I love you.
Wake me up, grab a beer,
Fill my cup, and shed a tear ,
My love for you has always been this true.
Drain the ocean , engulf the land,
Time to focus , begin again,
Learn to live without you by my side.
Convey the notions, my own brand,
Revolve my life, and take a stand,
Without you , I know, I will be alright.
Ring the bell, Sound the horn,
Today i have been reborn,
I can do this all on my own.
Rise the fell, Mend the torn,
Persevere through all the scorn,
My , look at how much you have grown.
Drop the ocean , lift the sky,
Today seems like a goodbye,
Memories of your voice forever linger.
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