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Oh Generational gap, a cancer of to all mankind. The father of lack of communication between the young and the old. A difference brought about the tastes and values. The pain faced between young and aged but can’t be touched. It started by 1960’s the decades of revolutionary change. It cut across the world in values of *** religion and civil rights. The disease the emerged earned its self a name by social scientists. It then became “Generational Gap” I would love to quote a man of great thoughts, Alexis De Tocqueville, who commented that; “Among democratic nations, each generation is a new people” I have come to appreciate these words. When I walk down the streets noticing the rising incompatibility existing in our society Though I admire the old days when the old and young associated freely, working on the same farms Grandparents telling stories to their little ones; what a lovely society they had. With the invention of television and computers some families were bonded in communication While others live in agony especially the illiterate. The old desire different designs from the youth, whose trends change per living day of nakedness Young people prefer working in executive places like offices compared to the donkey farm work considered to be for the old Another cause of generational gap is decay in morals; the young people feel like they know everything and don’t like to be corrected thus taking information from old people as outdated, young people finding lots of hardships to great their elders In the field of music elders prefer oldies and more preferably educative songs, and as for the youths they delight in Hip-hop and dancehall, am sure those present here can testify to this a term with no disco dances makes us dull students. When it comes to religious issues, youth find it a burden to go to church and if they offer to go they prefer it to be in a club way. Praise and worship accompanied by jazz unlike the old days where drums are the centre of music. Cultures in this way have greatly faded away; the trend of western culture has flamed up the world. Drugs and *** are a hobby and celebrated amongst the youth, yet *** to the old was for companionship and co-creation. But when we came to medical technology we all applause in general, young or old there is easy treatment, use of scanners, and medical facilities cuts across.
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Mar 25, 2015
Mar 25, 2015 at 7:58 AM UTC
GENERATIONAL GAP
Oh Generational gap, a cancer of to all mankind. The father of lack of communication between the young and the old. A difference brought about the tastes and values. The pain faced between young and aged but can’t be touched. It started by 1960’s the decades of revolutionary change. It cut across the world in values of *** religion and civil rights. The disease the emerged earned its self a name by social scientists. It then became “Generational Gap” I would love to quote a man of great thoughts, Alexis De Tocqueville, who commented that; “Among democratic nations, each generation is a new people” I have come to appreciate these words. When I walk down the streets noticing the rising incompatibility existing in our society Though I admire the old days when the old and young associated freely, working on the same farms Grandparents telling stories to their little ones; what a lovely society they had. With the invention of television and computers some families were bonded in communication While others live in agony especially the illiterate. The old desire different designs from the youth, whose trends change per living day of nakedness Young people prefer working in executive places like offices compared to the donkey farm work considered to be for the old Another cause of generational gap is decay in morals; the young people feel like they know everything and don’t like to be corrected thus taking information from old people as outdated, young people finding lots of hardships to great their elders In the field of music elders prefer oldies and more preferably educative songs, and as for the youths they delight in Hip-hop and dancehall, am sure those present here can testify to this a term with no disco dances makes us dull students. When it comes to religious issues, youth find it a burden to go to church and if they offer to go they prefer it to be in a club way. Praise and worship accompanied by jazz unlike the old days where drums are the centre of music. Cultures in this way have greatly faded away; the trend of western culture has flamed up the world. Drugs and *** are a hobby and celebrated amongst the youth, yet *** to the old was for companionship and co-creation. But when we came to medical technology we all applause in general, young or old there is easy treatment, use of scanners, and medical facilities cuts across.
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~~~ *write the scriptures, the Book of Me, with authorship exposed on the books cover, of every word have ever writ flawed, ignored, rejected, necessary to self-publish upon the unpapered internet, where words are ionized I take an oath, self-administered, oath sworn upon mine own scripture, testify before a jury of my peers, me, myself and I what you read, is not imaginary, I am real, you are realizing each of us has a truthful name, in spite of acronymic disguises employed, and wearing it, here, upon this.....line dotted, place my neck, ready for the executioner* you ~~~ October 24, 2015 7:20 am
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Aug 13, 2017
Aug 13, 2017 at 3:03 PM UTC
ready for the executioner/in my own name
O traveler, why lookest thou straight on the road grave and speculative, Depriving your eyes such a beatific sight, See the angelic form standeth behind the window curtain, Come, wait, sit beside me, it’s worth waiting, We both will sing in praise of her And linger until she uncurtains the curtain. You say it’s purposeless Why argue? Isn’t it the reason our maker gives us eyes? Isn’t it the purpose of our mind’s evolution to sing and hail the beauty; at least of her. You won’t believe my word? Impertinence! You will be blinded by her shadow spare her presence; “stare not for long”, What? You say it exaggeration… Bon Dieu! If beauty is not exaggerated where lies its charm. Look! her shadow moving, she is growing impatient as if  getting late to meet her lover. Yes, she wins heart in a look and crushes it in a blink and wins again by smile. Monarch sleeps in her bed Life in right, Death in left hand; she possesses, Judiciary in closet And warriors in purse. Countries bow, world kneel, universe supplicate before her. Stop! Where thou going? Pardon these adynatons, I’m drunk in her beauty. Let us sing then, I’ll lead, you follow Flowers wilting in chilled air, Waiting clouds to part To have a look fair, Of moon… Do see the restlessness in that room? I can sense her ***** heaving, repressed sighs and her fingers twisting, twirling in exasperation, It must be a lover who invented the song, isn’t it? A gloomy firefly in this starless sky Searching his lover Who has lost the light, Wait not moon, rise, help him In his plight… Look! look! The curtain is drawn There she, my sovereign, don’t mistake her eyes for stars. Have a profound look, but not too long; this witnesses only fortunate. What? you lost your vision- But I warned you earlier. Now, who’ll testify I saw her?
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Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 7:43 PM UTC
My Sovereign!
O traveler, why lookest thou straight on the road grave and speculative, Depriving your eyes such a beatific sight, See the angelic form standeth behind the window curtain, Come, wait, sit beside me, it’s worth waiting, We both will sing in praise of her And linger until she uncurtains the curtain. You say it’s purposeless Why argue? Isn’t it the reason our maker gives us eyes? Isn’t it the purpose of our mind’s evolution to sing and hail the beauty; at least of her. You won’t believe my word? Impertinence! You will be blinded by her shadow spare her presence; “stare not for long”, What? You say it exaggeration… Bon Dieu! If beauty is not exaggerated where lies its charm. Look! her shadow moving, she is growing impatient as if  getting late to meet her lover. Yes, she wins heart in a look and crushes it in a blink and wins again by smile. Monarch sleeps in her bed Life in right, Death in left hand; she possesses, Judiciary in closet And warriors in purse. Countries bow, world kneel, universe supplicate before her. Stop! Where thou going? Pardon these adynatons, I’m drunk in her beauty. Let us sing then, I’ll lead, you follow Flowers wilting in chilled air, Waiting clouds to part To have a look fair, Of moon… Do see the restlessness in that room? I can sense her ***** heaving, repressed sighs and her fingers twisting, twirling in exasperation, It must be a lover who invented the song, isn’t it? A gloomy firefly in this starless sky Searching his lover Who has lost the light, Wait not moon, rise, help him In his plight… Look! look! The curtain is drawn There she, my sovereign, don’t mistake her eyes for stars. Have a profound look, but not too long; this witnesses only fortunate. What? you lost your vision- But I warned you earlier. Now, who’ll testify I saw her?
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Daughters in India are the most unlucky, As August may their birth be always, Unlucky their existence in vivo, Graceful be their existence, How sweet the angels, Testify the Gods, Equally well, Replied. But in India they often **** them in vivo.
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Jan 29, 2017
Jan 29, 2017 at 8:41 AM UTC
The Girl Child - Indian Daughter
Blackbird shadow death witness the spiraling madness glide silent over once vital beehive shorn gray paper thin sip raw honey hardening in the merciless heat nourish the suffering concentration-camp thin jutting bone slack skin reflect the boundless light of a shield wrought from love honor these golden futile gestures they are not infinitesimal grains Blackbird with beaded sight testify *do not avert your eyes*
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Mar 4, 2016
Mar 4, 2016 at 9:42 AM UTC
Blackbird
Dear Trusting Nurse-Maid, must we Speculate The Favours your Leader asked has mulled Far healing cry a tearful Reprobate And supposed Cheerful Innocence has dulled As soon as the Red Tabloid goes to Sin And whips the Pink Horse we all fantasy Your Prince suddenly squeezes on a Whim Which the Next Frustration will testify I envy you all. Despite Fashion's Change Like Solemn Dakinis prayed for Support Cry the Call for War; And within a Range Mark him a Target then file my Report. I have lost that War. And the Battle as well Yours straight to Heaven; Mine a Journey's Hell.
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Mar 12, 2013
Mar 12, 2013 at 3:08 AM UTC
SONNET TRIBUTE SUNDRY: DALEY'S ANGELS
Cuts in my arms, testify I've been whipped into shape!!!
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Mar 20, 2013
Mar 20, 2013 at 5:32 PM UTC
Fitness Slave (10w)
Finally this Mint Assembly is Complete As the Last Great Angel will sure confirm Eight Gold Aureoles from Best Moments replete A Standing Ovation his Spirit burns See now, Prince of the Plym! And Testify How they shared Lives to fertilise your Growth There was no Contract; Only Hearts abide Reminding you the Cradle of your Birth Now you, Sweet Divine, to your Future's spout Kindly live yourself well for Dream's extract Know my Prayers stand as Friends throughout Yet a Friend-on-Purpose I dress intact. Eight Best Friends. Eight Blessed Souls I give Breath: Kate. Dil. Jess. Beck. Lauren. Kat. Alice. Beth.
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Mar 9, 2013
Mar 9, 2013 at 6:07 PM UTC
SONNET TRIBUTE: BETH ANDERSON
Listen! Can you hear? Behold! Can you see? Feel! Can you experience The change from a female To a fruitful African mother? Oh yes, she took the concoction This morning to prove her innocence, Yes, she had to go through this Ordeal to satisfy her aggressive head, But this passionate love was According the will of Tweaduampon, Hmm, the moon has appeared Nine times over the thirsty land Of Africa since morning, Can you behold Asaase Yaa And Isis watching with their Eyes of favor and fertility? For Osiris, the Beautiful Being, can even Testify the May-rain matching Endlessly over the wings of Timbuktu, Ah look! The noon is fast approaching With excess wailing and fear, For the Military Hospital Is burning and bleeding with The fire of eternal expectations, Indeed, with success comes greed, And the gods of blacks is not to **** Push daughter, push! Push the pain of this Tuesday joy Out of your vulnerable soul, For the Marshall bells are still Ringing to receive this divine offer, Hear the sweet voice of the dawn Energizing the anointed male baby Out of the nine-mouth old darkness, Today, a new day is born, Today, a revolutionary is born, Today, the gods have given birth, Today, Kabutu is born, Today, the history of Africa has given birth, In fact, magical protection and life Were behind this gods and his Divine Essence was glorified with power. © PRINCE NANA ANIN-AGYEI Email: [email protected]
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Apr 7, 2013
Apr 7, 2013 at 1:20 PM UTC
A NEW DAY IS BORN
my Mumbai woman ~~~ to my Indian poets & friends all be advised, my piety, my muse, has decamped me for weeks on end to your yon far and fair lands the red dot beside her electronic signature a sign of her absence, seemingly to have been magically transferred to her forehead so perhaps my love poetry will become absent, reticent, quiescent or perhaps it will build brighter, effervescing in my very own Taj Mahal, an edifice built by great love past and yet ever still present, for I testify, I have many times it, seen imbued, lovingly observed between a certain men and women here writ large, who there permanent reside, and in my heart as well spend a minute many, all my fingers and toes employed how many, so many, Indian fellow travelers on poetry lanes and yellow dust encrusted roads, in cities unpronounceable that this illiterate literary fool has come to know and multi-arm entwine to you, I commend and command to you her safety, asking immodestly for an imposition, an interference pray to the local gods, your heads of state and highest nature's, that they be her beside, her unobserved safe-keepers, as she treks your country's Northern pastures let her skin glow from your brighter rays, eyes even wider~wiser opened by the newness of your antiquity, your glorious, poetic place in our world of words
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Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 2:17 PM UTC
my Mumbai woman (2016)
There is a time in every man's education when he arrives at the conviction that envy is ignorance; that imitation is suicide; that he must take himself for better, for worse, as his portion; that though the wide universe is full of good, no kernel of nourishing corn can come to him but through his toil bestowed on that plot of ground which is given to him to till. The power which resides in him is new in nature, and none but he knows what that is which he can do, nor does he know until he has tried. Not for nothing one face, one character, one fact, makes much impression on him, and another none. This sculpture in the memory is not without preestablished harmony. The eye was placed where one ray should fall, that it might testify of that particular ray. We but half express ourselves, and are ashamed of that divine idea which each of us represents. It may be safely trusted as proportionate and of good issues, so it be faithfully imparted, but God will not have his work made manifest by cowards. A man is relieved and gay when he has put his heart into his work and done his best; but what he has said or done otherwise, shall give him no peace. It is a deliverance which does not deliver. In the attempt his genius deserts him; no muse befriends; no invention, no hope. Trust thyself: every heart vibrates to that iron string. Accept the place the divine providence has found for you, the society of your contemporaries, the connection of events. Great men have always done so, and confided themselves childlike to the genius of their age, betraying their perception that the absolutely trustworthy was seated at their heart, working through their hands, predominating in all their being. And we are now men, and must accept in the highest mind the same transcendent destiny; and not minors and invalids in a protected corner, not cowards fleeing before a revolution, but guides, redeemers, and benefactors, obeying the Almighty effort, and advancing on Chaos and the Dark.
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Sep 21, 2014
Sep 21, 2014 at 2:08 PM UTC
Excerpt from Essay II of Self-Reliance
There is a time in every man's education when he arrives at the conviction that envy is ignorance; that imitation is suicide; that he must take himself for better, for worse, as his portion; that though the wide universe is full of good, no kernel of nourishing corn can come to him but through his toil bestowed on that plot of ground which is given to him to till. The power which resides in him is new in nature, and none but he knows what that is which he can do, nor does he know until he has tried. Not for nothing one face, one character, one fact, makes much impression on him, and another none. This sculpture in the memory is not without preestablished harmony. The eye was placed where one ray should fall, that it might testify of that particular ray. We but half express ourselves, and are ashamed of that divine idea which each of us represents. It may be safely trusted as proportionate and of good issues, so it be faithfully imparted, but God will not have his work made manifest by cowards. A man is relieved and gay when he has put his heart into his work and done his best; but what he has said or done otherwise, shall give him no peace. It is a deliverance which does not deliver. In the attempt his genius deserts him; no muse befriends; no invention, no hope. Trust thyself: every heart vibrates to that iron string. Accept the place the divine providence has found for you, the society of your contemporaries, the connection of events. Great men have always done so, and confided themselves childlike to the genius of their age, betraying their perception that the absolutely trustworthy was seated at their heart, working through their hands, predominating in all their being. And we are now men, and must accept in the highest mind the same transcendent destiny; and not minors and invalids in a protected corner, not cowards fleeing before a revolution, but guides, redeemers, and benefactors, obeying the Almighty effort, and advancing on Chaos and the Dark.
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Her eyes were glued to a sky full of stars, But she was dreaming of something bigger than Mars Somehow the constellations would just realign, Opening up a portal to all space and time Distant galaxies sang, danced and laughed all night, Persuading her to stay and relax ‘til light The dawn would come much to her dismay, But then the sun rose, showing her a new way The light glistened with every step taken, And her whole being somehow felt more awaken Mountains climbed high and streams ran fast, Making her wish this moment would last Colors frolicked and pranced across the distant sky, Giving her beauty of which to testify But soon dusk would come, and she welcomed it grinning, For she knew these dazzling sights were just the beginning.
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Oct 4, 2017
Oct 4, 2017 at 12:09 PM UTC
The Beginning
646 I think to Live—may be a Bliss To those who dare to try— Beyond my limit to conceive— My lip—to testify— I think the Heart I former wore Could widen—till to me The Other, like the little Bank Appear—unto the Sea— I think the Days—could every one In Ordination stand— And Majesty—be easier— Than an inferior kind— No numb alarm—lest Difference come— No Goblin—on the Bloom— No start in Apprehension’s Ear, No Bankruptcy—no Doom— But Certainties of Sun— Midsummer—in the Mind— A steadfast South—upon the Soul— Her Polar time—behind— The Vision—pondered long— So plausible becomes That I esteem the fiction—real— The Real—fictitious seems— How bountiful the Dream— What Plenty—it would be— Had all my Life but been Mistake Just rectified—in Thee
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I think to Live—may be a Bliss
We all serve someone in our capacity of life. We just must be willing. We all gather some type of benefits in life. We jut must be willing to admit it. I work for God Incorporated. In other words. I'm employee of God. And this his service. I have been insured in mutiple ways. Don't have to admit how? Don't even have to say. In spreading his product. Whether it's the word. Or his love. I have promoted his goal. As God's employee. He accepts request. And He supplies many needs. And I personally can testify. He don't get offended being called a charity. Altho' He does get heated at things he see. Still, I rather stay employed in his company. No strikes is allowed. Too many rewards connected to his foundation. He's always hiring. While also advising and training others in life. A good employer gets good remarks. After all. Why criticize the creator of us all?
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Sep 15, 2012
Sep 15, 2012 at 8:39 AM UTC
God's Employee
We were told freedom would make us artists. We were told freedom would set us free. But freedom made us consumers— scrolling, streaming, drowning in plenty. Peak content. Peak noise. Attention—the last currency. And we are broke. Then came the machine. Infinite. Bespoke. Frictionless. The tribe dissolved. The story fractured. Each of us— a society of one. Do not mistake this for culture. Culture bleeds. Culture resists. Culture divides. This is mimicry. This is slop. Outliers cribbed, stripped, and rebranded before the ink dries. This is the singularity. Not awakening. Collapse. Not tribe. Not ritual. The machine as tribe. Self-satisfaction—tribe enough. But listen— creativity still breathes. Not to be seen. Not to trend. But to testify. To mark the ruins. To scratch in the stone: A human was here. Do you remember?
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Sep 20, 2025
Sep 20, 2025 at 5:12 AM UTC
A Human Was Here
Feel the chains change in me tonight Condense me to evaporate in want The long of a bounce to another world Light the fire to burn deep and fervour A belly roasts in repetitive embers flushes Hearts tied connate as the essence flashes A tangle ribboned to last after the dawn Testify as our sparks infinitely ignite dances Titaniums of our tectonic plates merge motions A convergence entwined in bordered emotions Link me in the convections of transformations Conversations of a lasting warm benevolence Paradisiacal chum of a past in resonance A photographic collection of a lived long life Unwrap the snare, unwind the erased tapes Lay back as we hide away behind the moonlight
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Apr 29, 2016
Apr 29, 2016 at 4:18 PM UTC
Lithosphere- λίθος
WRITTEN FOR HIS MOTHER Dame du ciel, regents terrienne, Emperiere des infemaux palus.... Lady of Heaven and earth, and therewithal Crowned Empress of the nether clefts of Hell,— I, thy poor Christian, on thy name do call, Commending me to thee, with thee to dwell, Albeit in nought I be commendable. But all mine undeserving may not mar Such mercies as thy sovereign mercies are; Without the which (as true words testify) No soul can reach thy Heaven so fair and far. Even in this faith I choose to live and die. Unto thy Son say thou that I am His, And to me graceless make Him gracious. Said Mary of Egypt lacked not of that bliss, Nor yet the sorrowful clerk Theopbilus, Whose bitter sins were set aside even thus Though to the Fiend his bounden service was. Oh help me, lest in vain for me should pass (Sweet ****** that shalt have no loss thereby!) The blessed Host and sacring of the Mass Even in this faith I choose to live and die. A pitiful poor woman, shrunk and old, I am, and nothing learn'd in letter-lore. Within my parish-cloister I behold A painted Heaven where harps and lutes adore, And eke an Hell whose ****** folk seethe full sore: One bringeth fear, the other joy to me. That joy, great Goddess, make thou mine to be,— Thou of whom all must ask it even as I; And that which faith desires, that let it see. For in this faith I choose to live and die. O excellent ****** Princess! thou didst bear King Jesus, the most excellent comforter, Who even of this our weakness craved a share And for our sake stooped to us from on high, Offering to death His young life sweet and fair. Such as He is, Our Lord, I Him declare, And in this faith I choose to live and die. Dante Gabriel Rossetti, trans.
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Ballade To Our Lady
WRITTEN FOR HIS MOTHER Dame du ciel, regents terrienne, Emperiere des infemaux palus.... Lady of Heaven and earth, and therewithal Crowned Empress of the nether clefts of Hell,— I, thy poor Christian, on thy name do call, Commending me to thee, with thee to dwell, Albeit in nought I be commendable. But all mine undeserving may not mar Such mercies as thy sovereign mercies are; Without the which (as true words testify) No soul can reach thy Heaven so fair and far. Even in this faith I choose to live and die. Unto thy Son say thou that I am His, And to me graceless make Him gracious. Said Mary of Egypt lacked not of that bliss, Nor yet the sorrowful clerk Theopbilus, Whose bitter sins were set aside even thus Though to the Fiend his bounden service was. Oh help me, lest in vain for me should pass (Sweet ****** that shalt have no loss thereby!) The blessed Host and sacring of the Mass Even in this faith I choose to live and die. A pitiful poor woman, shrunk and old, I am, and nothing learn'd in letter-lore. Within my parish-cloister I behold A painted Heaven where harps and lutes adore, And eke an Hell whose ****** folk seethe full sore: One bringeth fear, the other joy to me. That joy, great Goddess, make thou mine to be,— Thou of whom all must ask it even as I; And that which faith desires, that let it see. For in this faith I choose to live and die. O excellent ****** Princess! thou didst bear King Jesus, the most excellent comforter, Who even of this our weakness craved a share And for our sake stooped to us from on high, Offering to death His young life sweet and fair. Such as He is, Our Lord, I Him declare, And in this faith I choose to live and die. Dante Gabriel Rossetti, trans.
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On chain they did put me, tied up to the burglary protector, handcuffed and battered. Tortured and meant to be broken. Poisoned but survived. Marked for assassination, and shot twice, bullets flying around, resilient and unflinching, was ready to confront them. Dead or alive I must choose one. Must find a way out of this mess, to escape was on my mind, but how do I get out of here without jeopardizing the lives of my family. Courage summoned I revert to plan B, the art of fighting without fighting. Intelligence and wisdom must come into play. Must outwit them to survive. Cunning and craftiness must be used, the uncanny ways of the spirit is amazing. Become like water, be flexible, Yielding but still immovable. Stealth in action but remain like the firefly. Understanding their intent and misdirected anger, their aggression towards me was contained. Tranquilized and overpowered, their capture became imminent for i am more than a conquerer, for the greater one lives in me. Today I stand here to testify of that victory against the intruders and assassins with a grateful heart. ©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.
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Aug 11, 2018
Aug 11, 2018 at 7:26 AM UTC
UNFLINCHING ME
314 Nature—sometimes sears a Sapling— Sometimes—scalps a Tree— Her Green People recollect it When they do not die— Fainter Leaves—to Further Seasons— Dumbly testify— We—who have the Souls— Die oftener—Not so vitally—
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Nature—sometimes sears a Sapling
I always knew about the ocean's calling, deep in my heart. It keeps me wandering to find what I yearn for — could it testify the animosity of being insatiable? I wait on the shore like a lighthouse guiding your way back to me, as if I hold faith in it, like it is a perseverance that grew in my chest. I am certain to the florescence of my flowers and to its withering as I know the durations of its life and death is when I could meet you again. And though, the inconstant desolateness of the ocean continues to wait.
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Mar 26, 2024
Mar 26, 2024 at 9:41 AM UTC
Albatross
Jesus my savior and my strength, As I walk through the shadow of the valley of death, I shall fear no evil for you are with me, My enemies will come with one intention, Lord you will separate them and crush them, Jesus you will turn their laughter into cries, Jesus you will turn their celebrations into sorrow, Jesus my savior and my armor, Jesus you loved me and died for me, For I will be saved, sanctified, restored, forgiven and above all healed, I will forever put my trust in you, My faith is stronger because I know you are with me, You said in your word that you will always be there for me, And lord you praise your promises more than your name, All the world will perish but your word will remain because it is true, God your omnipotent not limited by time, God you’re the ALPHA and OMEGA the beginning and the end, Your ways are beyond our thinking capacity, Jesus you will go before us so we need not worry, Jesus I praise your name and declare your Holly, I thank you for saving me it’s not because I am special but it’s because you chose me, Thank you for protecting my family and relatives, Thank you for all that you have given us, I glorify your name you alone should be exalted, Jesus cursed are those who oppress orphans and widows, Jesus you’re the father of orphans and husband to widows, I lift your name high because it is a name above all other names, Your holly Jesus and there is none like you, I thank you Jesus for everything, Jesus you will put my enemies to shame, Jesus you will expose their wickedness for all to see, Jesus my refuge in time of trouble, Jesus I will kip you in my heart for eternity, Sanctify my mind body spirit soul eyes ears and mouth, So that I may testify that you are alone are to be worshiped, No man or woman on earth can dare stand in your presence, Jesus you’re the fire that consumes Jesus consume my enemies, Consume them till there are no ashes left make them disappear, If they come with fear Jesus strike back at them with your wrath, All that fills this world will pass but your word will last, Your holly Jesus thank you for loving me, I glorify your name Messiah. BY ISSAI
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Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 6:08 AM UTC
JESUS MY SAVIOR
Jesus my savior and my strength, As I walk through the shadow of the valley of death, I shall fear no evil for you are with me, My enemies will come with one intention, Lord you will separate them and crush them, Jesus you will turn their laughter into cries, Jesus you will turn their celebrations into sorrow, Jesus my savior and my armor, Jesus you loved me and died for me, For I will be saved, sanctified, restored, forgiven and above all healed, I will forever put my trust in you, My faith is stronger because I know you are with me, You said in your word that you will always be there for me, And lord you praise your promises more than your name, All the world will perish but your word will remain because it is true, God your omnipotent not limited by time, God you’re the ALPHA and OMEGA the beginning and the end, Your ways are beyond our thinking capacity, Jesus you will go before us so we need not worry, Jesus I praise your name and declare your Holly, I thank you for saving me it’s not because I am special but it’s because you chose me, Thank you for protecting my family and relatives, Thank you for all that you have given us, I glorify your name you alone should be exalted, Jesus cursed are those who oppress orphans and widows, Jesus you’re the father of orphans and husband to widows, I lift your name high because it is a name above all other names, Your holly Jesus and there is none like you, I thank you Jesus for everything, Jesus you will put my enemies to shame, Jesus you will expose their wickedness for all to see, Jesus my refuge in time of trouble, Jesus I will kip you in my heart for eternity, Sanctify my mind body spirit soul eyes ears and mouth, So that I may testify that you are alone are to be worshiped, No man or woman on earth can dare stand in your presence, Jesus you’re the fire that consumes Jesus consume my enemies, Consume them till there are no ashes left make them disappear, If they come with fear Jesus strike back at them with your wrath, All that fills this world will pass but your word will last, Your holly Jesus thank you for loving me, I glorify your name Messiah. BY ISSAI
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We The People Sailed the same course Some willingly Some by force We The People A document to inform A more perfect Union To weather any storm No more kings No more oppression No taxation Without representation Checks and balances And the rule of law Mitigating injustices Safe harbor for all The secular trinty President, Congress, Court Not one above the other Veto, fiat, tort Our common interest Of defense With liberty And justice Our common tranquility And general welfare A union With resources to share American rights And protection From a despotic government Or an insurrection Free to worship my God Or your God Freedom to find God Or deny any God Open discourse Speaking my mind And yours However unkind Collective grievances Peaceably petitioned We walk together But never threatened To bear arms For our security Never being forced To quarter unwillfully To remain secure In our sanctuary Unless presented With writ of entry Neither held Absent habeas corpus Or loss of property Unless agreed by us Or forced to testify To contradict our own denials Or brought forward In duplicitous trials To face our accuser In much haste Represented by counsel Our peers decide our fate Not one but twelve Examining the facts Brought forward But only this court acts Reasonable recompense For fine or bail Cruel or unusual retribution Shall not avail An enumeration Merely provides illumination But within the penumbra Reveals more freedom That is self-evident No list or count Exists to encumber Or restriction to surmount A union has formed But sacred remains the individual The tyranny of the majority Is not permissible A living breathing document? Or static words unbending? Even as we amend Change never ending Open to interpretation If you see a right But others may disagree There may be a fight The spirit of intent Is there to see Freedom to choose Secured by liberty We The People A sacred quest We The People No more no less
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Mar 7, 2012
Mar 7, 2012 at 10:29 AM UTC
The Pocket Constitution
We The People Sailed the same course Some willingly Some by force We The People A document to inform A more perfect Union To weather any storm No more kings No more oppression No taxation Without representation Checks and balances And the rule of law Mitigating injustices Safe harbor for all The secular trinty President, Congress, Court Not one above the other Veto, fiat, tort Our common interest Of defense With liberty And justice Our common tranquility And general welfare A union With resources to share American rights And protection From a despotic government Or an insurrection Free to worship my God Or your God Freedom to find God Or deny any God Open discourse Speaking my mind And yours However unkind Collective grievances Peaceably petitioned We walk together But never threatened To bear arms For our security Never being forced To quarter unwillfully To remain secure In our sanctuary Unless presented With writ of entry Neither held Absent habeas corpus Or loss of property Unless agreed by us Or forced to testify To contradict our own denials Or brought forward In duplicitous trials To face our accuser In much haste Represented by counsel Our peers decide our fate Not one but twelve Examining the facts Brought forward But only this court acts Reasonable recompense For fine or bail Cruel or unusual retribution Shall not avail An enumeration Merely provides illumination But within the penumbra Reveals more freedom That is self-evident No list or count Exists to encumber Or restriction to surmount A union has formed But sacred remains the individual The tyranny of the majority Is not permissible A living breathing document? Or static words unbending? Even as we amend Change never ending Open to interpretation If you see a right But others may disagree There may be a fight The spirit of intent Is there to see Freedom to choose Secured by liberty We The People A sacred quest We The People No more no less
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I like to play with your belly button 'Cause it makes me giggle and laugh I'll let you play with my bellybutton I bet it makes you giggle and laugh Exactly as it does with me It makes me laugh hysterically I know it might seem rather silly But I love to do it willy-nilly. Sometimes I like to blow on your belly And make that almost obscene sound It's worth it to hear you laugh, really Then both of us roll around on the ground. We laugh and play like a couple of kids And make no excuses for silly things we did. Others make love your way and we ours. We tickle and blubber on each other And have our kind of fun for hours. I really like the way you wrinkle your nose It makes me laugh hard and not for nothing It tickles me a lot that you wiggle your toes When you let me play with your belly button. I'm very happy to be able to testify Some things in life are meant just for fun. Belly button tomfoolery, I promise Is one of the very best kinds of fun.
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Oct 17, 2016
Oct 17, 2016 at 8:06 PM UTC
BELLY BUTTON TOMFOOLERY
I was sexually abused when I was a child, the only light at the end of that tunnel, is that it wasn’t done, by a family member, but it was done, and I don’t even remember, as much as Christine Blasey Ford does, nor have I ever had to testify, all I remember was the taste of that **** and how it taste like buried secrets, the way they ferment and rot, when lodged in the gut and not allowed to surface, see we’ve all been abused, and not a single one of us deserved it, so now we serve this life sentence of guilty regret-ness, which in turn as positioned me in service, oh America The Beautiful, when did we become so broken, everyone’s got a story, of either being abused or abusing, watched the Judge Kavanaugh hearing, watched Dr. Christine struggle to retell her tale, under the glaring lights of the TV cameras, under the glaring stare of a bunch of older white males, I mean let’s put it into perspective, here is a lady who’s held this secret for years, and then in an instant she was broadcast worldwide, for the whole world to hear, her life will never be the same, she’s admitted her most private moments to the public, and all because to the highest court in the country, this demon from her past is about to be appointed, and I don’t know what my point is, maybe I don’t have one, like a lonely kid, who’s only role model is a fictional superhero, because he doesn’t have an honorable father, a lonely kid, who’s only friend is his pet dog, that he takes faithfully with him, we he goes on walks just to get lost, doesn’t have a destination, still he feels like he’s in a rush, can’t focus his attention and is always impatient, and don’t know where to go and only wants to find the love, and when he tries to speak up to tell someone what’s up, he’s just dismissed as ignorant and told to hush, and what does it mean when a ****** predator, has the title of Judge, how can someone that acts so immorally, be put in a position to weigh the scales of justice evenly, maybe there’s no right and wrong anyways, maybe nothing is for certain and there are no guarantees, maybe, maybe not, but I do know one thing for certain, wherever I go the trauma from my past is brought, because I was sexually abused when I was a child, and the only light at the end of that tunnel, is that it wasn’t done, by a family member… ∆ LaLux ∆
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Sep 28, 2018
Sep 28, 2018 at 9:22 PM UTC
Christine Blasey Ford
I was sexually abused when I was a child, the only light at the end of that tunnel, is that it wasn’t done, by a family member, but it was done, and I don’t even remember, as much as Christine Blasey Ford does, nor have I ever had to testify, all I remember was the taste of that **** and how it taste like buried secrets, the way they ferment and rot, when lodged in the gut and not allowed to surface, see we’ve all been abused, and not a single one of us deserved it, so now we serve this life sentence of guilty regret-ness, which in turn as positioned me in service, oh America The Beautiful, when did we become so broken, everyone’s got a story, of either being abused or abusing, watched the Judge Kavanaugh hearing, watched Dr. Christine struggle to retell her tale, under the glaring lights of the TV cameras, under the glaring stare of a bunch of older white males, I mean let’s put it into perspective, here is a lady who’s held this secret for years, and then in an instant she was broadcast worldwide, for the whole world to hear, her life will never be the same, she’s admitted her most private moments to the public, and all because to the highest court in the country, this demon from her past is about to be appointed, and I don’t know what my point is, maybe I don’t have one, like a lonely kid, who’s only role model is a fictional superhero, because he doesn’t have an honorable father, a lonely kid, who’s only friend is his pet dog, that he takes faithfully with him, we he goes on walks just to get lost, doesn’t have a destination, still he feels like he’s in a rush, can’t focus his attention and is always impatient, and don’t know where to go and only wants to find the love, and when he tries to speak up to tell someone what’s up, he’s just dismissed as ignorant and told to hush, and what does it mean when a ****** predator, has the title of Judge, how can someone that acts so immorally, be put in a position to weigh the scales of justice evenly, maybe there’s no right and wrong anyways, maybe nothing is for certain and there are no guarantees, maybe, maybe not, but I do know one thing for certain, wherever I go the trauma from my past is brought, because I was sexually abused when I was a child, and the only light at the end of that tunnel, is that it wasn’t done, by a family member… ∆ LaLux ∆
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432 Do People moulder equally, They bury, in the Grave? I do believe a Species As positively live As I, who testify it Deny that I—am dead— And fill my Lungs, for Witness— From Tanks—above my Head— I say to you, said Jesus— That there be standing here— A Sort, that shall not taste of Death— If Jesus was sincere— I need no further Argue— That statement of the Lord Is not a controvertible— He told me, Death was dead—
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