Though among the chosen,
Judah opted to cross floor,
Out of his way
Heading to the path of the fallen!

In a spectacular way
Breaking loose from
The tight grip of the fallen,
Mary Magdalene braved
The ardours track of the chosen!

Heedless to a heavenly
Crown at hand,
Judah  hankered
For a monetary reward.
Giving attention
To soul's worth,
While Mary Magdalene
Gave a red card
To her cherished perfume,
Though to procure it
She saved hard.

It was with a kiss
"This is He
You should not miss!
Now, mission accomplished,
Give me the 30 Birr please!"
Judah betrayed Christ.
Repentan, while
Mary  Magdalene
Washed Christ's feet
With tears.

Regretful Judah
Put a noose around his neck,
While ,Mary Magdalene happily
Saw the resurrection of
Christ before a daybreak!

It must be a curse to feel so deeply.
Smog bodies with their ****** energies
and frivolous frequencies
annoy me on an exponential level and
bring me out of an amorous dream
back into this ****** reality
where light bounces off bodies of darkness
and darkness creates light from nothingness.

Humility is always the word.

So many L's,
Life Lessons Learned from Losses Left on Loop,
but when you collect enough,
you make Double Use(W's) out of an Undaunted Understanding...

When Will We Win?
What Were We Wrongfully Weary of?
Why?

And after realizing that there are those and they's and things that will never have the luxury of order to give life meaning,
a conscience for consciousness to coincide with itself,
or the ability to feel at all for lack of a decent heart,
you see every moment as a cause for celebration.
It must be a blessing to feel so deeply

I tell you every day that I love you.
You ask why I say it so often if we both already know it.
We are from different dimensions.
Your love is simple, cookie cutter calculated.
Your love focuses on the facts,
Not taking the time to give attention to the what ifs, whys, and other scary wonders.
My love is swirling through galaxies,
My love paints pictures upon pictures of our love.
Sunsets and fields that go on for miles,
Everything with allurement dedicated to you.
My love quietly asks your love for a bit of comfort and your love calls mine childish.
My love is explosive,
retaliating and overreacting as my feelings for you ooze and drip everywhere.
Your love frantically tries to clean up the mess,
Frequently checking its surroundings to make sure nobody is looking.
My love is an encyclopedia.
Your love is a word.
My love for you is mosaic,
every glass piece glistens and gleams in the sun in a million different ways showing the millions of different reasons to love you.
Your love is one singular, beautiful color.
One color is enough to show your knowing and strong affection.
But my eyes have always longed for the contradictions of warms and cools.
The spectacular mixing of firing hot reds and lovely icy blues.
A beautiful color spectrum dancing in front of my dreaming eyes.
Your love preferred the basics.
Your love has always longed for a love that can put all their love into one color.
One solid statement color.
My love will never appreciate the smooth simplicity of your being.
And your love will never quite understand why my love tells you every single day that it loves you if yours only feels the need to say it on occasion.

You're all cigarettes and whiskey,

I'm like honeysuckle and gin.

But baby when we're together,

it's just too good to be a sin.

It's okay to be the black in the white
and it's okay to be the white in the black
because, without the black,
one cannot define the powers of the white
and without the white,
one cannot define the powers of
the black
The contrast is beautiful
Embrace it, and love the difference

- Kaya

This static rain
is singing me to sleep
as the darkness engulfs your voice.

This ecstatic pain
is an unsettling creep
of silence becoming the noise.

I want you to understand
that I turn everything that matters to me
into an item of personification
I want to scream to you that
when I see your hands stretched out of the car window,
I need to capture that exact moment and
turn the contrast bar all the way up
I thank whatever is above us that you can't feel the way my heart beats
and that I can't ever express it correctly
****, I'd love for you to be able to feel things
Just as deeply as me and
the knots in my stomach are a constant reminder
of the *** holes in the road
As if they are screaming at us
as we drive over them
I hear them all night long, however,
I cant seem to focus on anything but the *******
contrast bar

"My name calling all night
I can pull the wool while I'm being polite
Like, darling calling all night
I can be a bull while I'm being polite"
~Jidenna
_______
Manners have disappeared.
Respect is gone.
Youth today "don't give a ****"
What happened?
Where did being nice in public go?
Youth,
this is your...our callout.
"Manners are gay"
is what they say,
but when mamma's around,
its "yes sir"
"please?"
when she leaves,
"hurry up, *****"
America has changed so much.
Rude is now the norm.
What the heck?
Why, why why?
Where did the manners go?
Why not be the "classic man"
and stick to your morals?
Being cool should not be the motivation in life,
but being the best you can be.
And shouting out slurs all the time
is not the way to do that.
Like where is your head?
Up the *** maybe?
Manners are the origins of our childhood, no?
So than why the h-e double hockey stick do we act like
that chapter of our life
never existed
its time to grow up,
really grow up
open our eyes,
and be respectable human beings