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Mark Upright Jun 2014
not a religious man
at times, I pray,
times, when the options are severely limited

look, get it, that makes me hypocrite,
instagram-man, shooting photo prayer upwards,
propelling them with all deliberate speed
skywards
thinking a passing angel will pluck'em
and hand deliver them to the correct
deity who will be good mood groomed,
thoughts fly, wishes returned bountiful

mark me upright or not,
mark me man with need for solutions,
mark me asking where should my eyes turn,
when there are none who answer,
mark me not,
for I have already been marked
Cained by life
Niel Jan 2021
You dear naive, creatures

:my peoples gifts lie
in the certainty of prevailing
beyond this silly dress
and across great Lakes

:our mysteries will surf on each of yr tongues
slipping through cavities
to be drool on yr sweaters
but we will feed you what is necessary
for some is not for every
but every is essential,
in a sense as none mean any

:we will be yr enemy of comfort
so you have eternity to blame
instead of implementing self discovery
we sow the earth for discipline and connection
a hunter may sow too, there is no difference

:a cool wave of acceptance
pressing eject on certain tensions
if you let the challenge widen
to see it’s nothing, we are yr friend
There is no ‘ in people’s, for there is no possesion
Its been years since you brought me forth to the world.
The best thing was growing up with you through the softs and hards we went through. Things are different from they way they used to, i remember we would cry together when i would be challenged. You would comfort me and pray with me, hold my hands and tell me all will be ok. We had dreams,really big dreams some have come and many will be coming soon. So now am grown though still a child to you. The far i stay from you reminds me the our tales, yes we had little but were happy, you tought me to work and hustle to survive, you didnt give me chance to be lazy, you taught me that tears are not the way forward and me to be man enough from childhood. Yes you cained me very much....i now appreciate. Had you given up on me when my doors were closed i wouldnt be me, you left it all to have me raised. I kown am not the best of children but i originate from your flesh. cowards wished us gone but proved wrong immense. Look at how you toiled, moved places, sacrifised joy for just me alone. I dream too, to have in my tomorrows future a lady of your charisma, full of love and great modest & a championed brain of change-sweet mama
However much i grow is still stand in the shadow of you principals, courage and hardwork. Your worth no present for it will diminish your intergrity. Am happy wasnt born rich but you showed me the way to reach there...MAMA am on my way there and cant forget each day of the old-new words you said to me. You're such an admiration, a principal, a unit of joy and progress, a secret of progress. Now that i dry my tears, clean my sweat, fit my own shoes, each day will be a memory in life that God awards you good health and long life. God made me the greatest favor to make you my Mum. How i pray you live yo benefit and dine with the virtues you installed in I for one, as God weathers blessings over your life and dreams. Thanks with Love.
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