We tire so easily when we confront the horrors of where we come from, the museums, with exhibits, the debris that it left and those who still live it. So much to accept, a deep breath, not enough, to still the quickrned beats of the soul that has toughened. The degrees earned, despite what we learn, the shadows it casts can leave us unsettled, haunt and destroy us. Momentarily, forgetting that personal gains are for the good of us all. Will we allow that strengthened spine to break because we still carry some baggage they could not bury?
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mlowe5 says: It is in the blood flow of ancestral memories that the spine of unbent backs straightens and strenthens itself. Peace and Love, mlowe5 |
OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY 2Late4luv
PromisesBegging the Lord or asking, if you will. For the peace to be restored to the entire world and now we have tobinclude space crafts soaring around the moon, cause Africa has a Space Program now, too. Adventures are an outlet for pent up energy which requires special channels, challenges. Way out there somewhere is the earth's beginning. Everyday is the beginning of the world's end. Our minute issues pale as we observe the composites of history. Struggles and solutions take time. Absorbed are ancient precepts that guide us as time floats and swirls and savageries and imposition make the toes curling fright or delight. The mindset is real. And we can only know what we believe!  |
ForfeitYes. I long to have what I believe I deserve. How much longer will the breaks I could prosper from be a distant prop? I have always believed the end of all we need is a future in continuity. As we give with regularity, as we share with habitual kindnesses, as we live in good will daily, our portion should suffice towards the fullness of life. Nearby, those known and loved may regard the importance of giving as we do. Distantly, as the stars we watch for signs of rain and sunshine, in lands and places unlike ours inking. Multitudes, unsustainable because fortune alone shone but richer in spirit because the world around them did not take for granted the preciousness of life, itself. |
Always die before everyoneYears and days pass without incidence, then, the world shatters as.another.Negro victim suffers abuse the leads to cessation of life, another soul out of the fight to survive. Long years pass and a family regains the fraction of balance to go on with day to day.tedium. never forgetting the weaving continuum of chances that soon another bid would be.made the taking of a life as if it's the game. Spoke of the game in times past, not quite aware that it's truth is openi g our eyes, to a terrible nuance of relations between diverse beings. Where does the difference between us end? Everyone faces the loss of someone known before we are grown. There is natural and unnatural, and it is left for survivors to counteract the systems of injustices that lead them to do the humiliating attacks on our lives. Oversimplification has been our albatross the color of our skin, those characteristics science has attributed solely to us, is a curse. Time to overcome, and work with serenity, and i... |
Always die before everyoneYears and days pass without incidence, then, the world shatters as.another.Negro victim suffers abuse the leads to cessation of life, another soul out of the fight to survive. Long years pass and a family regains the fraction of balance to go on with day to day.tedium. never forgetting the weaving continuum of chances that soon another bid would be.made the taking of a life as if it's the game. Spoke of the game in times past, not quite aware that it's truth is openi g our eyes, to a terrible nuance of relations between diverse beings. Where does the difference between us end? Everyone faces the loss of someone known before we are grown. There is natural and unnatural, and it is left for survivors to counteract the systems of injustices that lead them to do the humiliating attacks on our lives. Oversimplification has been our albatross the color of our skin, those characteristics science has attributed solely to us, is a curse. Time to overcome, and work with serenity, and i... |
A Healthier MeThe out of body experience is all too real. Some things in life you should not have to feel. Like, the ache of hunger as tv telecasts a world looking for adventure, vacationing with turbo blasts to outer space, other galaxies the next exclusive place, or that sharp pang of loneliness when loved ones leave you out to journey someplace else. The list can grow for lines upon lines, my lamentation, this time, is about becoming fit and trim causing serious loss of life's essential sequences. Like, independence after college, my own place, my own toilet; my own husband and my own children; a retirement fund and grandchildren visiting. Any medicines as a result from doctor's visit I have to report as needed consultations crop up. I neglected to mention my own car. This must be happening to someone else. I truly believed I could take care of myself. The time has passed and I am convinced its trip has left me ... |
Way back thenWe tire so easily when we confront the horrors of where we come from, the museums, with exhibits, the debris that it left and those who still live it. So much to accept, a deep breath, not enough, to still the quickrned beats of the soul that has toughened. The degrees earned, despite what we learn, the shadows it casts can leave us unsettled, haunt and destroy us. Momentarily, forgetting that personal gains are for the good of us all. Will we allow that strengthened spine to break because we still carry some baggage they could not bury? |
Finding you againYears hve slumped by as our lives have taken differnt venues. Knowing wherre you are and being unable to find you has made the distance farther and your abcense more prononced. Thinking of you as a father has allowed me to try for a life without you. Often I recall all the words we neverr said. All the things lovers do that we left undone, all the while wishhing you jhad been the only one.. That I should have done us differntly. That I had taken the time to become irresistibly, yours. . |