(Written with (Truth, Peace, Love and Understanding God Bless us All!)
We are in a world full of the ism. We the people being led by a hypnotist of this hypnotism. We are forged to forget being lost of a past and present prism, We the people suffer and continuously are looking for escapism.
We need to get away from the altered deep state of criticism. We the people are being harmed by acts of recidivism. Although the escapism is not to be locked inside the deep of a mindset, for us not to see is stigmatism, trying to captivate us all with the acceptance of pauperism.
To think, the only way to survive the ism is to live by a rule to join into the capitalism or just to accept the way of socialism, stop all the radicalism, for this is not a way for, showing proper symbolism cultivating life without war.
Leave it to the politicians, to eradicate a system not truly meant to be helpful for anyone, anyway, anyhow, its unrealism, dictating by way of blaming their own journalism, for what the mindblowers have already done. Designed only just to keep all people down and against each other with racism. This is really sadism, what is needed is a baptism, along with a cleansing through an exorcism.
In a world full of shady nepotism, we need a new mechanism, to let go and let God to get us out of this unsavory scum. Treating many a women second class terribly with sexism. For the everyday average people, listen, God created us in the realism, to be thankful, grateful, also honorable, and to give by showing appreciation without skepticism. With God all is possible for it is always optimism, not pessimism and God will be done with all this satanism on the run.
In a day and time where a lot of the world seems to be focusing on materialism, whereas for the greedy of this behaviorism, they do not even care about the truth of what is right, they call it criticism, nor what is so the usual norm to them cynicism, is to be the leaders of their own game of narcissism. For they have a joy of playing and displaying all the cruelty they put on this land, so we won’t walk hand in hand, no love just haterism to us humans.
God Bless us all! With love. Savor your love, faith, hope and belief to our Most Highest (God) to protect us keep us all with his Mercy and Grace bestowed and thou will be done with all this satanism on the run. A STORY OF THE ISM
(Written with (Truth, Peace, Love and Understanding God Bless us All!)
#Black History Time, Giving respect for a vision to the rhythm that never gets old.
Bang! Bang! Bang!, I know you thought it was a gun, No! No! No!, It was the beat of a drum, We can dance to it, we can sing with it too, We can always take a moment to meditate to it’s mystical groove.
Boom! Boom! Boom!, I know you thought it was a bomb, Ha! Ha! Ha!, It was the beat of a drum, Our ancestors created it for us to understand where we come from.
The beat of the drum was the vibration which lifted their souls, Giving respect for a vision to the rhythm that never gets old. The original beat was embedded from our past for the future generations to come. As the story repeats itself, same sentiment of the drum.
The drum created for where we kept all self respect. Held by the drum to remember our stories with intellect, Never to neglect, always a way to reflect. Save your bet, for through pain and sufferance, Never breaking our spirit as of yet.
Whack! Whack! Whack!, I know you thought it was a whip, Never ever did you all think that the drum is what we came equipped with. So soothing, not even a savage beast could beat, For in this bloodline, some things you could never defeat.
Talk with God, For the drum was created from our past, for the present and to the future. Lord, I hope for the blind may feel or see. For the beat of a drum is life and freedom, for people of our ancestry. Like some of you, with the same ancestral like of me.
The drum defines the rhythm in our melanin of you and me, From our ancestors with dignity and integrity, Lest not ever forget where we come from, no matter the lost, Always remember the drum does not come with a cost. So unique, a sound, so sweet, never forget that spiritual beat.
Bam! Bam! Bam!, I know you thought it was a bat-a-ram, No! not this time, for it was the drum beaten for all to gather around. Tapping into the spirit to open our ears for God’s joyful noise of sound. In finding direction to where we would be held and or bound.
Never lost, by God, always found, For the drumbeat is what keeps us sound. The beat of a drum still keeps us presently around.
Nice to meet you today Mr….. , hmmm, beautiful day, is it not? Respectfully is my name, I have seen you around quite frequently, I am here to tell you, I want to know your name, in all due respect.
Nice to meet you as well today, Respectfully. I have noticed you too, No need for Mr…., Certainly is my name, yes it is a beautiful day, I want to make sure you know, I am interested and Certainly happy to meet you.
Nice to meet you Certainly, I like a man who is Certainly making sure he is interested in me, or what he wants in a woman, Respectfully, Respectfully is all in what I give to a man of certainty upon meeting.
Nice to meet you, for we have a lot in common so far, I like a woman who is Respectfully open for a meeting like this, I am Certainly also, a righteous loyal man, to a woman who holds respect for herself.
Nice to meet you, for I agree with you I like a man who is Certainly my type, upon meeting him, I am Respectfully, honored to be a patient, honest woman.
Nice to meet you, Respectfully, Nice to meet you, Certainly, Have a nice day, you have a nice day too.
Nice to meet you all presently, we, Respectfully and Certainly, are now new found friends. We connected by a first impression, respect, certainty, a wonderful conversation, open communication, a nice meeting, a way to happiness, a common interest, sheer beauty, a sure true meaning, righteousness, a loyalty, a personal type, an honor, and patience in understanding, makes for a nice relationship.
Nice to meet you, from the both of us. Respectfully and Certainly.
I knew this man named Sick, The way he talked and the way he walked, I knew he was slick, He told me he was sharp on his game, I told him truth would be his claim to fame.
Sick said he didn’t have to play by the rules, I told Sick, he could end up in all the wrong schools, Sick said, I am too damn overtly clever, I said Sick, you are headed to that place called never, Sick spoke about all he would do not to get to that place ever.
I told Sick to rethink his thoughts and change his ways, Sick said, why should I? I’ve been doing this all my days, I said, I don’t care what you do, I’m giving you advice, just to help save yourself from you.
Sick just laughed at me and said, listen woman you can’t tell me nothing that’s already embedded in my head, I told Sick, you are so animated, inadequate, ignorant and not well read, For the consequences of your lesser deeds of what you portray are gonna get you busted all upside your head.
I felt in my gut, this would be the last time I would ever see Sick again, Knowing him from childhood and the neighborhood, he had become sin, Moving forward from our conversation that day, I felt a need to pray, For I knew Sick would not live a long life doing things in his way.
My day was done, so I decided to watch the six o’clock news, to my dismay, The news struck my nerve about the conversation I had with Sick that day, The reporter said, a young man was struck down by three bullets to the head, News traveled fast from the neighbors, saying it was someone from our neighborhood, which was called and known as The Shred.
Sitting still I gazed at the television thinking about my premonition, I was hoping it wasn’t the person whom I had envisioned, Sick was the first person who came to my mind. I said, Oh Lord, please no more death at this time.
Following my first mind, I rushed to the hospital to see if it was Sick, The doctor asked me if I could and would identify this man, I said I know this man and yes I can, I told the doctor we all called him Sick but his true birth name was Rick.
The doctor continued with the scenario of what his gunshot wounds were, The doctor also told of Sick’s last words of what the strife Sick had incurred, At this time all the doctors gathered around me, while one told me he held on to his life as long as he could for there was nothing else they could do or would,
Another doctor said, Sick was screaming and shouting for us to save his life, He asked this particular doctor to call the woman who gave him the best advice.
Like the sparkle of spring water
Like the ray of sun
Like the motion of the ocean
Like the whistle of wind
Like the gusting of sand
Like the smell of air
Like the wet of rain
Like the creatures of nature
Like the beauty of flower
Like it all for nature is on a steady course
Taste of spring water
Energy of sun
Coolness of ocean
Sound of wind
Color of sand
Crisp of air
Moisture of rain
Creatures of land
Bloom of flower
Nature is on a changing course
Liquidity in spring water dried
UV in sun burned
Force in oceans flooding
Chill in winds freezing
Grit in sand stormed
Breath of air polluted
Rise of rain drowning
Bud of flower wilted
Creatures of nature demise
Nature took a turn for the worse of course