An arrival of acknowledgement comes.
Anxieties are eased.
Awareness of possibilities occur.
There is more communication.
Reality is not combated.
In fact…
It can now sit comfortably,
With comprehension.
But there are those determined,
A fantasized existence will prevail.
Although they fail in their endeavors…
It is remarkable the attempts they make,
To hide their incompetence…
Behind a stated faith created and quite fake!
The best gift?
Knowing.
An arrival of acknowledgement comes.
And a piercing clarity stuns those,
Seen disguising their personas in shadows!
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It is not enough to be just ‘who’ we are today.
To insure who we believe we are,Hasn’t been overtaxed.Or devalued at our own expense.We must show what we treasure,Does not suffer from a neglect,We leave disrespected.Glisten, glow and shine…All the time.Even those flaws and blemishes,We rather keep hidden.Are themselves also gems!If they belong to us…What else could they be?Dedicated to:My sister…Dr. Lisa Anne Pertillar-Brevard
Untie my tongue.
Reveal it from its depth…Upon surfaces unknown.To be shown with sincerety.And a calm and ease of breath.The peace resting within me,I seek to be released.No longer do I accept escapes…To hide or deny my wish to be freed!Let me speak what it is I feel.Untie my tongue…To share what I have been able to overcome.With…
Just like that mortgage,
Than the value of the house.I am like that too.With one difference.I skyrocketed in value.Once it was known…You enjoy the visual side of life.With ‘things’ now gone.Living ‘realities’ tattered!And I am about living life…To soar beyond my wildest dreams.And I could not see myself restricted to ‘things’!Imprisoned and smothered.
They are waiting for him to fail!
Waiting for ‘who’ to fail? ‘President Obama?‘Have you seen the signs of decadence?How long have people stood by?Many sitting on the fence.As generations fed greed…And slimed the skyline,With crooks and thieves!To leave your pockets now empty.Who has already failed who here?Your local leeching politicians…Proving their incompetence to fill leading positions?This stench has been left to…
I was once told what I did was not correct.
And make it better yet.But my need to express…Was not seeking to impress.I have no desire to be perfect!Or have it defined,To become suitable for contest.Or to please those of that kind of mind!My explorations I observe,Do not waste time…Since from me they are purged.And if they do not fit,What others claim is legit!So be…
How can anyone,
Who has a reality that is clearly flawed?When they believe,They have an insight that can be trusted.When they have never been alone…To trust themselves on their own!How can anyone,Communicate to another…Who has never taken a chance.Or lived to rely on their own decisions?How can they relate?Or put things in perspective?When it is from their own…
Were your hands
Intertwined, like
Flowering vines,
With mine
And your loving look,
That made me feel
As if,
The whole world,
Would,
Forever shine
As mine.
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It’s the person that you are that counts,
There’s a special aura that surrounds,Enhancing more than just physical charms,That explains Love’s absolute surrender.
You can really tell
Just written,With momentsPurposely lost,It just does not haveThat magic spellThat poets as magicianDo so well,You can’t fake a poem,And for the sakeOf all thoseWith Poetry, enamored,Just as well!
Where lies the Truth?
That no longer exists?Seems everthing is ‘fixed’By one gang or another,As False News stalks,Targets, the heads of one, anotherTruth is scattered,In festivities of drug abuseAnd empty volcano cratersIn fields that don’t exist,As nothing, true or falseSeems to even matter.
Exercise in though,
Cannot be bought,Rhyme cannotBe sought,Love cannotBe whishedLike a CafeteriaDish,And if you areNot FrenchYou can’t createAn Ohh-la-laDelicious Dish.
I don’t know why?
That we’re being governed,By a very bad bunch,Castles not only made of sand,But plenty of lies to go around,With the law, unfortunately,On their side,We’re always taken for a ride,Suppose there isn’t much to do,Since tribes were tribes,The Play has always been the same,We only change the Author’s name.EpilogueLatin America, here we come,We also play CORRUPTION’s…
The perfect combination,
Give you a sensation,That by the Soul is heard.Music, Words and Soul,Equal PoetryComplicated?Not at all.