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A Poem I wrote:
It's not complete, but I stopped working on it. Even the title is just a placeholder, but whatever ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. Maybe someday I'll revisit it and fix it up a bit.
Death stops by
She speaks in words I do not know
Yet I understand all the same
She says to me 'It’s time to go.
Today’s your judgement day'
I laughed
And watched
Her skeletal frame
And asked with disdain
'How could you, with a body more sickly than I,
Dare to lead me
In my resistance to the afterlife?'
She stared coldly
I grinned boldly
She looked at me and shook her head
Inexplicably I felt doused in dread
'Stubborn man
I am no stronger than mourning mist
But I have confidence to lead all who’d hope to resist
My mother is no one person
But my father is Time
As long as he passes
An elephant will have strength weaker than I
So you
Who fears not my skeletal frame
Is a blind fool I know I can tame
But fear not
You sow your seed and pick your lot
So long as you live morally
In mortality
Of Judgement you can worry not'
I shivered
I had not lived well
I had spoken with vicious mouth
And done with vicious hand
I’d cursed the beggars to their hell
And stole the earnings of child and mouse
Even when I was richest in near all land
She whispered again
'Wicked man
Come, take my cold hand
Your time has come
Your judgement I demand
All must kneel to my father
All but my mother
And all shall fall
Into my embrace
So evil man
Accept my grace
Now you, far weaker than I
Are destined to die'
Words I Like:
White Fang - Jack London
It is not the way of the Wild to like movement. Life is an offence to it, for life is movement; and the Wild aims always to destroy movement.
It freezes the water to prevent it running to the sea; it drives the sap out of the trees till they are frozen to their mighty hearts ; and most ferociously and terribly of all does the Wild harry and crush into submission man- man, who is the most restless of life, ever in revolt against the dictum that all movement must in the end come to the cessation of movement.
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Just the Two of Us - Grover Washington Jr.
(ft. Bill Withers)
I see the crystal raindrops fall
And the beauty of it all
Is when the sun comes shining through
To make those rainbows in my mind
When I think of you sometime
And I want to spend some time with you
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Emily Dickinson
'Twas the old—road—through pain—
That unfrequented—One—
With many a turn—and thorn—
That stops—at Heaven—
This—was the Town—she passed—
There—where she—rested—last—
Then—stepped more fast—
The little tracks—close prest—
Then—not so swift—
Slow—slow—as feet did weary—grow—
Then—stopped—no other track!
Wait! Look! Her little Book—
The leaf—at love—turned back—
Her very Hat—
And this worn shoe just fits the track—
Herself—though—fled!
Another bed—a short one—
Women make—tonight—
In Chambers bright—
Too out of sight—though—
For our hoarse Good Night—
To touch her Head!
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Black History - Gil Scott-Heron
I was wondering about our yesterdays
And digging through the rubble
And to say the least somebody went to a
Hell of a lot of trouble
To make sure that when we looked things up
We wouldn't fair too well
And we would come up
With totally unreliable pictures of ourselves
But I compiled what few facts I could
I mean, such as they are
To see if we could shed a little bit of light
This is what I got so far:
First, white folks discovered Africa
And claimed it fair and square
Cecil Rhodes couldn't have been robbing nobody
Cause hell, there was nobody there
White folks brought all the civilization
Since there wasn't none around
'How could these folks be civilized
When there wasn't nobody writing nothing down?'
And to prove all their suspicions
Well, didn't have to wait too long
They discovered there were whole tribes of people, in plain sight
With no clothes on. That's right!
The women, the men, the young and old
Righteous folks covered their eyes
And no time was spent considering the environment
Hell no! This just wasn't civilized!
Another way they knew the folks were backwards
Or at least this is how we were taught
Is that 'unlike the very civilized people of Europe
These tribal units actually fought!'
And yes, there was some rather crude implements
And yes, there was primitive art
And yes, they were masters of hunting and fishing
And courtesy came from the heart
And yes, there was medicine, love and religion
Intertribal communication by drum
But no paper and pencils and other utensils
And these folks never even heard of a gun
So, this is why the colonies came
To stabilize the land
Because the Dark Continent had copper and gold
And the discoverers had themselves a plan
They would discover all the places with promise
And didn't need no leases or deeds
Then they'd appoint people to make everything legal
To sanction the trickery and greed
And when the natives got restless deep in the jungle
They would call it 'guerrilla attack'
And never describe that the folks finally got wise
And decided that they would fight back
And still, we are victims of word games
Semantics is always a b_____:
Places once called under-developed
Are now called 'mineral rich.'
And the game goes on eternally
Unity kept just beyond reach
Egypt and Libya used to be in Africa
They've been moved to the Middle East
There are examples galore I assure you
But if interpreting was left up to me
I would swear every time 'this version ain't mine!'
That's why it's called 'His story'
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