Malum discordiea Media Vita in Morte Sumus Lily had been in that garden, Where the waters flowed endlessly… Where the green grandeur of the vegetation, Soothed the mind and soul. Then one day, without warning, She jumped on a rickety rollicking raft, Along with the slimy traitor; Who's eyes hypnotized and blinded. Lily felt so nice going down on that raft- The wind in her hair, As the resplendent beauty of what she was leaving behind, swirled by; Leaving her dizzy with joy. The ride ended though, in a whirlpool of decay. The traitor has been ordered to crawl always, Wandering. And Lily, For her crime, Has been sentenced to everlasting misery…. Malum discordiae= Latin for "apple of discord" Media vita in morte sumus=Latin for "in the mist of our lives we die"
Author: Simone
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As the World Devolves
As the World Devolves
As the world devolves
broken
separate
fueled by hate
I will wait
try to recreate
the Eden real.
As missiles are launched
to rock and stripe
each person of their humanity
I will preserve our sanity.
Do you see this?
This is the key
our adinka of peace
As I ride my Sankofa
to retrieve
a promise left to die.
I must outrun the
this rabid wolf
White squall yapping at its heel
tearing everything it sees.
I avoid the holes
that could suck me in
and avoid the hell
that could eat me whole.
But carefully I must
collect those stones
that gives life and not death.
She Breathed You
She Breathed You
for A. Wright-Dallen
She knew you before you were formed
she kissed you.
A promise from God
Sent when ready.
She wrapped you in a cloud
Of rainbow kisses.
Ready to taste your bitter-sweet moments….
Before she touched you
She waited.
Till God knew she was ready.
Ready to give you the unconditional love you deserved.
She breathed you and you breathed her.
She had to wait in
and out
of
Patience…
She had to move a heavy and ungodly stone
stretched every fiber of her being to receive you.
She will use every God given talent to keep you safe.
she’ll give you strength borne out of love
She’ll take your pains and make them her own.
Like a warrior she will fight battles with and for you.
You belong to her until you belong to yourself.
Then she will step offstage
cheering.
Being your eyes and ears when you cannot find your way
a hand permanently stretched
waiting always,
With love...
Death is the Dishonour
Death is Dishonour To lay down and let things fall - or fail is my nemesis stopping seems easier than anything. To struggle seems a constant there is very little room for clemency. If I were to stop who would it hurt? Who would be any the wiser? If I were to sit unmoving surely it would be good the fat lady could finally sing? Would it be so bad to let things die away? All I know All I can think of is the dishonour of letting go.
Until I Caused It…
I got a note from my aunt once and never thought much of it. The note was written on pretty paper and I kept it more so for the lovely print and the sentimental value but not the words she had written.
Then I thought about reusing the paper for a gift – it was so pretty! But I realized – because I had forgotten that something was written on it – that I could not use it and I was disappointed and threw it back down.
Much later I took it up and my blood ran cold and my heart skipped a beat:
” I was waiting for something extraordinary to happen but as the years wasted on nothing ever did until I caused it to” – Charles Bukowski
How did she know? Did she know she had given me a gift and a burden? And I cried for the wasted years.
Now, where must I find the courage and how to stop waiting and make my extraordinary come true?
Anger Kills
I got so angry yesterday that I erupted like a volcano, spewing lava vitriol in every which direction. I got so mad that I did not care what I said and what I did, all I knew was that I verbally slay all I perceived to be the bane of my existence – they all died a thousand painful deaths yesterday, but I was not satisfied at the end of my verbal massacre. Yes anger can kill.
It burns up everything in its path when it leaves a lingering bitterness that lasts a lifetime. It can destroy relationships, kill your good name and set you back to where you never wanted to return. Worse it can consume you so much that it kills your potential and all that is good within you. In a moment, without thinking – having lost your head – in can destroy your life.
It is never good to speak out in anger, nothing good ever comes of it. While we are humans and are susceptible to deep passions, we should never allow our anger to take control of common sense and leave us exposed to the hidden dangers our anger brings. We should never be quick to speak out – in anger it is more of a shouting thing – or act from a place of anger. The funny thing is we never learn this lesson well and so must continue to suffer when we act carelessly in our anger. Many times it defeats us more than we defeat it.
Anger can make monsters of us all, like cannibals we tear each other a part verbally and physically and later regret becomes a sad companion. But often when we attack in anger, it comes from a place of hurt, fear, frustration or even misguided assumptions. We never stop learning about ourselves and sometimes through our angry we see how ugly we can be and I don’t want that energy in my life. So each day I have to decide to thin respectfully of others and be positive no matter the situation and operate from a place of love, a love that will bring me peace of mind. Anger is not productive, it leads to nothing positive and can lead to our downfall. So be careful of that monster and slay it every time it comes uninvited and turns you away from your Jekyll into your Hyde.
The Deferred Dream…
The Deferred Dream... What happens to a dream deferred? I am wasting here in no man's land... I have reached out for you grabbed at your garment but collect only dirt... I have tried to entice you tempt you out of your trap but you turn to it for comfort... I have tried to lift you spirit you away but too weak I sag... your burdens are too heavy for me... Before you are consumed by what you lack grab me! Your madness may explode! Must I remain here? Must I become dust too? Must I watch as you struggle blindly - watch you choke on your own bile of regret? Must I too die in a ditch forgotten? Must we both suffer because you lack divining?
