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Empowered
awake again
awake to a LONGING
a no right or wronging
just a thing
transcending bling
Fucking Bling?
what a hollow ring
its nothing
not fitting
corrupting
even these words
its interruptin
I find myself surfing
google maps
take one guess
where my attention rests
is this one of those tests
of mettle, like chess
like YOU suggest
played by Architects
lookin to put an unknown player in check
but if Im a Sheba prospect
aint I supposed to protect?
not let her neglect
her towering project
of original intent?
Everlasting Love
Where did it go?
I was amidst it also
thought it would never throw
thought I`d never forego
my desire and sotto
Voce moans
but I find myself barely afloat
in the muck of a moat
surrounding lover's hope
but I just cant get no
satisfaction, should I get a rope?
dont worry, I`m just blowin off smoke
Yes, Theres Fire!
I give thanks it still exists
I wasnt extinguished in the mist
of some frozen apocolypse
as private and quiet as it is
I survived the death of bliss
arose from the abyss
yeah, I gladly jumped in
it was my sworn mission
but there aint no 20/20 vision
in this valley of indecision
where should I make the incision?
again dont worry....
this is just metaphor
am I SO soft
am I gonna cut my balls off?
sing falsetto for evermore?
am I gonna walk through this door
opened with Love I bore
for a peripheral player suddenly gripping my core
a Masterpiece sparking this Lion to Roar
inspiring me to take up pen and oar
to cross an ocean without pause
Ive already borne my Cross
I refuse to any longer deal with Loss
of humanity
Im bouyed by the thought
that ideals exist, the ones we`re taught
that Karma grinds even as we`re bought
into midsets that freeze us on the court
cant take a shot, cant pass the ball
can only bear the brunt, take the toll
join intended`s in their holes
`cause somehow we let our own selves grow cold
`cause we`ve taken the Pledge, relinqueshed our Souls
but somehow that Pledge only one-way rolls
and because of a proud generation we rose
the sacrifice on Our shoulders Fall
Yes it is
it's the Fall of our lives
midcourt, midpoint, time flies
when you're havin fun,when havin` none Time Dies
are we settled, or have we yet to arrive
cant we thrive, not just survive?
will I forever be haunted by those thighs?
regret I didnt put up a fight
with the ultimate answer well within my sight?
will I be forever haunted by those eyes?
reflecting smoldering sex, intelligence and pride
but now a hint of sadness overrides
NO! I will NOT let this oppurtunity go by
the wayside
what a waste, I was instructed NOT to permit
my Lover`s Soul to fade, as if dimly lit
by regrets boxing in like snowdrifts
their ice like weights refusing the lift
of Spirits born to share the ultimate gift
and as the sands of time continue to sift
these Great Lovers sepatated only by guilt
shackled to towers they`ve unconsciously built
of false hopes that someday they`ll be fulfilled
from bygone passion whose cup has long spilled
NOT runneth over, but dried like a pill
leaving voices of passion so shrill
what a shame
are we gone let this devilry stand?
are we gonna let one more grain of sand
drop into the tumbler as if the present`s been planned
that we agree with the fate we randomly landed
We`re not gonna fight for the Love thats been granted?
as if we were touched by G*d`s own hand
an intended union of woman and man
just delayed so the flames could be fanned
for Lives that otherwise would not be set `pon pathes
of there own `cept on our behalf
Well baby those Lives have enjoyed the bath
their Baptism of innocence
a thing of the past...
presently.....
future held in our palms
we cant expect anyone else to offer alms
to the poor suffering Souls immersed in ponds
of tears shed over unexpected qualms
the fault lies not in ourselves but our stars
those stars now fading, the next move is ours
are we really gonna just wile away the hours
just a hint of paradise we`ve already encountered
the unlikely rain has already showered
away all the grounds upon Love we have doubted
leaving us dry like the Ark`s fortunate Bounty
to create from perspective,
We Are Empowered
Published 22nd Aug 2015
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