Say It Ain't So Joe, Say It Ain't So
Convolution's coming to the fore', with him
putting rumpettes "...in his Cabinet, Admin.".
But, of cour', when we think the as backwards
crew's in our rearview, their rule reigns.
The world knows they're every moment traitors
for e'er more, and ne'er were nothin' more.
Colluding to collaborating with their destruction
of nation, cannibalizing the pieces,
is treason too, it's not "stopping partisanship",
not "bringing a country together", not "healing",
only hurting, 'I undo the wraps from my
wounded heart', "...we(e),...", are keeping it's
broken pieces from falling apart with, 'covid's
gotta be stopped, gotta save quarter million lives',
'Ossoff and Warnock need us to help GOTV,
donate, to win GA...
Love insanity
From the rising of the sun to the time it turns gold my mind gets flooded with her love.
She's kind I can't afford to lose I'll stand every bruise for her not to lose,my love for her is high above.
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Glass-sounded seagull
Heart-pounding depth clusters in me! I became an oldster child among you as a young man! I received the Universe as a gift sometime in my soul, the guilty fears of boundless torment-caught wounds are still racing! The throbbing chalices of my heart conceived in purple are often cut by invisible knives; there is still a jealous sadness in the trenches of my fallen chubby face - which is why I may and may deliberately stop in front of the walls of prejudice!
If there are even my Fellow Fellows they will fight for me! Curious eyes with open, eloquent attention search and follow my peculiarities like a hesitant walnut gut: it embraces My Seed-Loneliness! As spokes, they will be honest, True-words: questions fog over my head circling uncertain! In uncertainty stretched in still space, I often just float weightlessly…
&...
Priceless Gem
On the way to the other side
When it is lost
Carefully kept in cushion
He looks for that.
On the way to home, at the boat's front
Under the bottom of the oven,
under the bench of the room,
in the sides of the house.
Adolescence, and the youth have crossed
Now the old age came.
Nevertheless, he kept his mind in the hope
One day he will find his lost priceless gem.
Music
MUSIC
Come,
Let's move to the sounds.
Let my lips paint lyrics of my love
On your skin.
Let our breaths be in rhythm,
As our groins make the perfect beats,
And our lips tango.
Add your voice to the melody,
Let's beautify the earth
With our sweet song.
Let there be perfect harmony,
Hold me tighter,
As my hands play the keys on your chest.
Stay close,
Don't be shy.
Play the strings in my shorts.
It's ok,
This guitar can be played with the tongue too.
The tempo is rising, can you feel?
Can hear the beats become faster?
I think we are about hit the high note,
Oh, it's cumming.
We are close to the edge,
The world will soon listen
To the pitch of our song.
Do you feel it?
Do you!!
We reach the edge,
We just made...
The man who died most happily in the World
Then he was born
To the poorest of the world
Alone in a ragged torn
All as the summer's cold
He grew up
With the down dawn in down
His hand was crazed broken sup
In the little corner of town
Schools were free of him
Churches were free of him
His life, the light was dim
And trashes where he dip
In his front, a park was laid
Loving birds were there, and then
Though he tried all left vain
He was there, longing pain
Pain of hunger, he was aged
Life in thunder, a bird who caged
Searched for a ditch, hoping bread
Then was bewitched, where he dead.
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In a perfect world.
She was scattered across different hearts because she could not be contained. To each heart she held dear she gave away something special,a piece of herself. To one she told about the people only she saw and knew,her creations she called them. To another she showed how the sides of her mouth twitched when her smiles were not genuine.And yet to another,she displayed the prism of her being. Each one different,yet, equally loved.........
...In a perfect world.
She was scattered across different hearts because she could not be contained. To each heart she held dear she gave away something special,a piece of herself. To one she told about the people only she saw and knew,her creations she called them. To another she showed how the sides of her mouth twitched when her smiles were not genuine.And yet to another,she displayed the prism of her being. Each one different,yet, equally loved.........
...GET OVER IT
Over it I get, for I wanted to live!
My head I hold up, in stand to conquer and be alive
Behold I stand to stare fear in the face
I mumble grumble, think be the person I cannot replace
Beginning to heal thus the fear gasp in tame to survive.
Get over it! For we are birthed to live
Mental scourge in many heads of thou unspeak
we could finally breath, thus perfect is nobody's life
Not what calls you by 'em, but what you answer to in no panic
Normal is no man! Let not else's words define you to live.
Over it I get, for I wanted to live!
Struggles; I never let 'em become my facial identity
Tears, thoughts shackles in chain and I then hover they leave
Days in cuffs of night, growling in previse of calamity
Might static be dark; but sunny light it will receive.
Get over it! For we are birthed to live
Never not give in to stigma, brave be to choke...
Listen
" Listen or you'll lose it all, your ancestry, root, language and identity." — Mr I.A. Ajuzie
listen, please, all of you, for I won't speak twice !
like a beggar's bowl placed for money, give me your ears for this advice
I came to speak, for silence have eaten away our bones
listen to the hollow of the empty tin can, thus our insides moans
I came to tell you to have courage
even if those possessing it do not get acquainted with old age
but without enough of us dying, we'll come
into this world as slaves and leave in slavery's bosom
listen please and find your way home
you've being lost for too long in this catacomb
listen, it pains me that I write to you in another man's tongue
that you forget home is not just a place but it exists in language and songs sung
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