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Richard C Thomas Jan 2017
As we age we regret words of anger and spite
That were heard and remembered and can't be unsaid.
The remarks we thought clever or proved we were right                   
That resulted in losses of friendship instead.

All the heartbreaks that came from suspicion and doubt,
The betrayals and hurts we refused to forgive,
The companions and love that our pride had  cast out,
And the chances we missed that we'd like to relive.

All the pathways not taken and bridges uncrossed,
All the times, had we acted, a difference made,
The potential delights that timidity lost,
And the kindness and debts that we never repaid.

All the secret dishonors we long to forget,
And the wrongs we inflicted in order to win.
For the strongest of sorrows are those of regret
And the saddest remembrance is what might have been.
Regina Golan Feb 2018
If luck knocks on your louvered door you will have a chance to fight your enemy. You will stand up like a crackerjack prize and pay no mind to the man that broke your backbone.

Into the windowless courtroom you will trek. People lined up on hand carved benches, staring with unaroused expressions, waiting warily for their names to be called.

You feel your breath halfheartedly fill your emaciated lungs with foul and cumbersome air as you survey the miserable scene and avoid locking eyes with the man that was disguised as your one true love.

You wear a band of rubber which you snap on your wrist at the first sign of weakness so you stay focused on the gavel’s exclamation.

He tells your long-lost spouse from another life with another wife that this is not Watergate and “I don’t recall” will not suffice in his civil courtroom.

His honor dishonors his woven white robe when he yells in your direction with agape red mouth and judgmental judicial tone. When the courage strikes your hand-stitched smile will widen with words and you will command an audience of perjurers who will point forceful fingers at their prior partners that used to be ******* lovers and now sit dead pan wantonly waiting to bleat themselves dry.

Slam the gavel while the corn cracks in the microwave bag until all the edges have been popped out and fairness has been forced through the funnel like liquid butter with a diet coke to wash it down.

You walk away, down the dark labyrinth of hallowed halls snapping your gum and tip-tapping your heels as you flee from the referee who does not understand your half eaten heart with the wiggly worm within its wind-up walls. He will pronounce your fate with a backhanded expletive and a muffled “adjourned.”
Mikayla Shaw Apr 2014
I
Bathed in Heaven’s radiant light
I brighten up even the darkest night
Love, peace, and salvation
Are the messages of my oration
All the beauty in the universe
Is found in each holy verse
Of which I speak
I answer every hopeless shriek
In a veil of sacrosanct mystique
II
Dark hair, dark eyes
A mouth always full of lies
Envy, greed, and death
Are what I speak with every breath
All the evils of the world
In my eyes they are swirled
A mysterious ******* is what I am
For these evils I do not feel a single qualm
With my tricks, many people do I condemn
III**
An angel’s wings
Tainted by the evilest of sins
The smell of death is in the air
Dark red blood dishonors her blonde white hair
The devil’s fire
Built with an ungodly pyre
Quenched with the holiest of intentions
A hallowed intervention
A little of good and evil lies
In each of them, every day a little reprise
A sweet twisted melody
Which heavenly
Paints a harmonious disaster
To remain a memory forever after
Why do we spend so much time
Thinking about dying
Hurting ourselves
Focusing on pain
Instead of living
Seeking beauty and joy
And focusing on what makes us smile?

Why do we spend so much time
Telling others they are good enough
That they are loved
That they are stronger than they believe
That they are more than what people may say
That they are truly beautiful
Inside and out
Trying to get them to believe they are
Not just to make them feel better
But because they truly are
While we spend so little time
Telling ourselves the same things
Or believing that we, ourselves, are truly beautiful?

Why do we spend so much time
Focusing on those who won’t pay attention
Or those who only give us negative attention
Focusing on those who don’t truly love us
Suffering when they treat us in such ways
And missing them when they are gone
While spending less time
Focusing on those who pay attention
Focusing on those who truly love us
Cherishing the way they treat us
And enjoying the time we have with them?

Why do we spend so much time
Trying to be someone we aren’t
And hating who we are
For anyone who would rather change us
Than to love us as we are
Letting anyone convince us we aren’t good enough
Instead of being who we are
And loving who we are
Knowing we are good enough
No matter who may tell us otherwise
Even if the ones saying so are ourselves?

Why do we spend so much time
Worrying about what others think
Focusing on what others hate about us
And letting what others hate about us
Change the way we should see ourselves
While trying to make the people who don’t care happy
Instead of cherishing what people think
Focusing on what others love about us
Loving ourselves despite who may hate us
Despite what anyone may hate about us
Believing in ourselves
Just as much as we believe in others
Letting the good ways people see us
And what people love about us
Change our focus from self hate
To self love
Despite what anyone
Including ourselves
May hate about us?

Why do we spend so much time
Arguing with people who want us to argue
Hating people who want us to hate
Instead of ignoring those who cannot interact decently
And loving them despite their hatred
Not because of their disrespectful actions
But because they, like us, are still human?

Why do we spend so much time
Saying how we don’t agree
With the way people disrespect
With the way people insult
With the way people try to hurt us
Only to disrespect those who disrespect us
Insulting those who insult us
Hurting those who hurt us
Showing the same disrespects and dishonors
Instead of being the example we want others to be
Despite being treated less than we deserve by anyone?

Why do we spend so much time
Standing together in hatred against those who hate
Instead of standing together in love
Showing them the same love we show each other
Despite their hatred towards us?

Why do we spend so much time
Hating others
Hating ourselves
Disrespecting others
And in doing so, disrespecting ourselves
Instead of loving others as we want to be loved
Loving ourselves as we want others to love us
Loving ourselves as we want others to love themselves
And respecting others
As well as ourselves
The same way we want others to respect us
Even if they do not?

Why do we spend so much time
Judging those who judge us
While saying they have no right to judge
Or trying to stop anyone from speaking freely
While defending our right to speak freely
Condemning them because their words offend us
While justifying ourselves in doing the same?

Why do we spend so much time
Pushing some of those who love us away
All while promoting love
Searching for love
And wondering why we can never find it?

Why do we spend so much time
Opposing such hypocrisy in others
In all the ways that we do
When we are all hypocrites in our own ways?

Why do we spend so much time
Destroying love
Denying love
To ourselves and to others
In all the ways that we do
All the while promoting love
Searching for love
Dreaming of love
Wishing for love?

I wish we knew

I wish we all could see
The true beauty of love

Then maybe we could stop doing these things
To ourselves and to others
Just as we wish others could stop

Maybe we could love ourselves
Just as much as we wish others could love us
Even if they may not

Maybe we could show everyone else
The same love we want them to show us
Even if they do not

Maybe we could respect others
As well as ourselves
The same way we wish others would respect us
Even if they refuse to

Maybe we could be the example
We wish others would be
Even if they won’t

It’s about time we all did
1 Corinthians 11:5
"But every woman that prays or prophesies with
her head uncovered dishonors her head: for that
is one and the same as if she were shaven."

As she prays her head's in praise
She meditates and her alignment is what has them prey
Her hair is worn in algorithms
So you see a circuit board or mother board  of a new age black unknowing
Algorithms aligning her soul with the spirit's accord - they will try to abort
So they make her wear hair of trimmings like when  lands split
So soon she'd forget the fist of her Alkebulan print
Her hat covers the map to the heavens where she'd captain, from braids to the afro we find terraces of the cosmos...
 I see the keys of the piano and then I know that music is the language in which the verses union the Source wrote

Woo a man with womb and bring man's seed forth to expand the clan
Conscentise the concave mind to open eye to the cosmic kind
Patterns of pathways a patent, paintings on hide of dinoaours latent
But her hair is worn high and that's not esteem, instead it's a yellow thigh
Stereo paging on the cell telephone to tell her she's a foe to sink all your woes and curb them with her ******* and wrap you in her steatopygia.
But in her hair her head they would embed things the black gods would dread and then a set for the silicon concept, a new tribe is bred
  And to be fair is the paler hue rather than the iridescent swarthy tune
And we're globed in a speherical rationale where a flat earth is irrational but the self as a governing god the logical equation
So then we're in a situation
Her hair cannot be antennae because they tan her and fan her to the popular grammar, sentenced to the prison cell of a hashtag. Her real hair is rags and her significance is concealed by an iPhone and a bag.
Golden touch of honey, sweet lusting ebony, when ya next to me,
****, silky, baby dont try to milk me, I'm tryna, open up ya heavenly,
Hellish ways, dedicated to the loves ecstasy, deeper than Barry,
White, dim the lights, dont try to fight, the greatest might,
Taking, ya Aurora, to the highest heights, thighs mad burning,
Break ya clutches, turning, feel ya lust yearning, as I'm learning,
Ya body, vibes to the frequency, of the The Temptations,
My girl, stroke ya til ya start to earl, from ya, glistening pearl,
Feel ya pain, circling in the world, girl I adorn you, never harm you,
Only do, what the real players do, lick ya down, til ya face frown,
Let the kundalini energy, break out the negativity, much agony,
Free as I break, out from the top of the key, unlock the freaky,
Side out of thee, atomic dog barking the hardest, in your yard,
Dont push me, I like it gushy, with ya oily *****, caress ya breast,
Tongue rotary, around ya *******, see ya mind, start to dribble,
Out the nasty, eyes rolled back, break the tantra energy,
Ya see me, baby I could perfom in 9 D, off of gravity, easily,
I could back up, but hold up, I cant shake, the sudden abrupt,
Icy cup, feels of the Moscato, empty the bottle, push ya throttle,
Fog up, ya natural goggles, as I flip the switches, on ya toggle,
Tomorrow never promised, but I promise, to do the honors,
Let's sway, away from the dishonors, scholars of love collars,
Makes ya wanna holler, ya inner city blues, short the biggest fuse,
Let ya thoughts cruise, as I meditate ways to bruise, I choose,
You, like outkast, baby dont bypass, re,flecting, me like sun off of glass,
Kurt Philip Behm Jan 2020
It’s easy to hide behind words,
with the truth left abandoned and stark

It’s easy to hide behind words,
with your feelings sharp pointed and dark

It’s easy to hide behind words,
when the emperor buys you new clothes

It’s easy to hide behind words
—whose deception dishonors you so

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2020)

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