Poems

I am Christ.

I am the burnt offering.

I am the sacrificial lamb.

Left at your alter high, dry and defeated.

I am Olivia Pope.

Fixer of everything except my life, my time, my own affairs.

I am scandalised by my desire to help

But it over powers my sense of self preservation,

my instinct that screams to save yourself, abandon ship.

I am ship wrecked in this oceans of woes that don't belong to me.

Instead I ignore my own toxic waste that threaten my doorstep.

Homeless. Poverty. Shame and disgrace. Student loans.

Untapped potential.

Wasted time.

I have so much left to do.

So much I cannot do.

I beat my chest up

trying to fight a battle that you waved white flag for long ago.

I am a lone soldier on the battle field

that is your future while my Kingdom falls to ruin.

I cannot. Will not fight anymore for you.

You have lived in your palace of lies you've fed yourself for far too long.

The world is not a nice place.

It is savage, unforgiving, cruel, ruthless.

It requires guts to rule of the kingdom of your life.

And if it falls to ruin it affects no one but you.

So I will not be a martyr, a fallen soldier,

a casualty in the war you refuse to wage.

Rather I will stand here,

a monument of the devastation that comes

when one gives too much of one's self without refilling.

I will be a well.

Run bone dry.

- Olivia Marie

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Will 'o' the wisp

Watch,

The withering of a willow

Within the winter,

As the passing of time

Is infused

Within a black soul.

Broken faces,

Torn souls

Slowly departed from generations old

To infiltrate the present.

I'm lost for words, but loss

Is temporary

For a world that will come and go.

No beacon within the forest

For a safe path.

Path derived from blind beings

Who infused their DNA

From beginning,

Who then acculturated our ancestors

With their knowledge.

But as I know more,

I know that I knew NOT

Would NOT be the celestial force for that which is?

Do I suffer from wanderlust?

Wander this existence

To establish the true meaning

Of life without location

Seeking technology

Which was made to hinder thy path.

Traverse into the past

Aided by the star

Deemed as spring essence

Come to us in the name of

Love.

We submit to her

Through modern alchemy

But she remained trapped in nature

Natural as royalty wearing a ruff.

I witnessed

From the heavens above

A planet deemed as 696 Leonora.

My imagination transposed

The numerology into that which frightened me

NWO

Derived from the text message generation.

Am I loosing my mind

Or

Is my life force gone?

Is the mind seeking

That which was not seen?

Only a mystery

Mystery the great.

- Dujan Crossfield

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Indecisive heart (in English)

Why are you being so friendly with me?

Do you love me?

Well, I don't know what to say.

The last time I answered that question it went badly for me.

So I'll say yes for nothing in return.

I'll leave you here now,

Do something to stop me going.

Love me now before it's too late.

I love you, but I'm afraid.

And I don't want to hear the unfavourable words of your lips,

Don't tell me that your love is not for me.

I must leave quickly,

But I can't go until you accept my love.

So I'll wait a few moments more,

Laze because of the love I have for you.

There isn't enough time, but love increases my hope.

I'd carry you with me from city to city,

But my dear, love isn't going well for us.

If you need me now, don't let me leave you here.

Tell your heart to accept my answer,

Don't let me wait another minute for your kiss.

How can I kiss you from miles away?

Give me a welcoming smile,

Come closer to me, please,

Let me kiss your hand, your cheek and your lips.

I know you want my love, but you're too timid to admit it.

You know I'm referring to your indecisive heart.

So don't throw away this chance for happiness,

Decide while there is still time.

Give me your heart and our love will be true.

- Marlon Pitter

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God made all children

Children you are here

Because God made you all

Black, brown and white

You are His delite

He varies the colour of your skin

to His choice

And designed your shape as it

pleases His heart

Your body is His temple

In it give Him thanks

Thank Him in the morning

Thank Him at nights

And never cease to keep your

bodies clean

Keep it pure also

And never decline to use it to do

The work of God

While you are young free

Healthy and strong

- V. O.Ricketts