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Author: Malakkc
i'm a survivorof 2 civilwars, Ghana, Lebanon, all before the age of 11. The result was immigration to 3 continents as a teen, which leaves an influence upon the soul that cries out for justice. My poetry and writing reflect that and more.
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Just Money
Just, lust, must,
Guts, gusts, and grubs
Champs, chumps, and lumps.
All in all, they all face the power of the just.
Who comes first, who loses is inapropos
As long as they know that injustices can’t go unpunished!
Crime, criminal, abuser, traitor, saviors
All have time to face the music, all pained.
Those who break it, must inevitably, dance to the tune,
The music of victory over poverty and those weakly,
Gingerly try to step away from heads that roll,
Playing the part of the weakling who’s accused wrongly.
Oh what would it be like to find a world where justice
Is not only a must, but applies to all stratas of societies
Whether poor, middle class, rich, or multicultural,
All revere the law and all that’s lawful.
Oh how convenient it is to fall into the cracks
Of those who judge others by their looks
Rather than their actions, that require faith in a broken
System that reveres the material more than ethics.
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Yawning Emptiness
Soul to soul.
Mind to mind.
Heart to heart.
Proud of you as mine!
Mine is yours, and yours is mine! Fical as man is, his bound heart
Is hooked to mine, while all else is fine.
On an auspicious, creepy eve, dark clouds
Suspended over the moon, blocking its lights.
‘The lover’s moon’, it’s called, as nothing in lifes
Stays as bright as moon beams, like faery dusts,
It flits ethereally into the yawning emptiness,
Lighting crescents of brilliancy that contrasts
Heavily against pitch blacks.
On this haloed night, the valentine is scarce,
He hides in the shadows, vainly trying not to be a farce.
He flits from place to place vying for the best gifts,
He dwells in darkness, fearing that light highlights
His ever growing flaws.
He hides, he seeks, but his valentine stays unsent.
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Sounds slowly started to seep through the fog of sleep. Smells came next, as they tickled my nose with enticing scents. My eyelids strove vainly to keep a hold on my dreams, but they ever so slowly cracked open and rose to reveal my chocolate brown eyes, still dazed from sleep. The smell of coffee lingers in the air, entrenched in every nook and cranny, waiting for my awakening in order to shake me back into the world of the living.
Dreaming is easy, it’s making your dream a reality that’s difficult. It requires organization, strength of will, moral support, and money.
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Open Heart
What is a heart?
Is just the physics of pumping blood?
Is it a chemical reaction that spurs your heart?
Or is it the emotions that empower you in a flood?
The heart full of compassion, love, passion,
And empathy, heralds horror for those who honor
Their loved ones, friends, and co-worker.
They fear their tender heart will be crushed by disillusion.
What do you inundate your heart with to keep it safe?
Do you pour cement in it to harden and protect
Your deliriously delicate heart from hurt?
Do you swamp it with frozen clumps of ice?
Or do you keep it open for more disappointment?
Fear of being wounded by others can be paralyzing,
For out of dread, you might drive those closest
To you away by building fortified walls around your heart.
Yes, hope and trust in others CAN be painful,
But do you retreat and hide?
Or do you expose your compassionate heart
To ensnare others in your warmth?
The decision is yours, of course,
But don’t miss out on life’s pleasure Just because a few experiences were sour!
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Faith!
Tick tock, tick tick, Zeus and Hera were gods of old,
Whose siblings and children ruled Olympus to forward
Their traits into humanity, but if they didn’t subjugate
Themselves to the will of the gods, they impose their revenge.
Tick tock, tick tock, polytheism gods’ names change
With time, civilizations, to represent the needs of the
People, from Thor to Anu, to Anubis, and Dragon
Or Shangti who require sacrifice and receded into anon.
Tick tock, tick tock, monotheism starts with Moses,
Jesus, and Mohammad whose miracles and messages
Are similar in that they ALL believe in One God that reigns
Supreme in the heavens.
Today, we regress into polytheism of the church
Of the broken god, that believes in evil within flesh,
While aspiring to mechanization of self, logic, and intellect.
Again the female god is animalistic and impulsive.
Yet, so many others continue to revere the monotheistic
Religions, knowing that faith is an antidepressant,
A builder of confidence, a strength stronger than mountains.
It elevates you and steers you away from obduracy.
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Reflection
Chaos is all around us. We woke up on a winter morn last February to the knowledge the the virus has spread. Today, almost a year later, we are under yet another lockdown that has even harsher penalties.
What’s the world coming to? A vitus, I can understand, a volcano, flood, earthquake, fire even, all can be analyzed and man’s ingenuity comes into play, and saves the day.
However, when a political figure insites violence, and approves of bigotry/ racism, in this day and age is unacceptable. Why do we, as people, feel the need to follow where we lead? Shouldn’t we have achieved enough awareness of the world around us to notice that races exist, but they have a common denominator: humanity, red blood, and emotions.
Don’t let yourself be swept away by what the speeches that demean anyone, and promote violence against them. Rather highlight the importance of inclusion, acceptance, and friendship. In so doing, you are providing others with a role model that is human, perhaps fallible, but at least, a person you can speak to, listen to, argue with …. in a civilized manner.
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Buried in Ice
Drowning under a sheet of ice,
Flaying, swimming endlessly trying, vainly
To raise your head above the rise of the watery
Sepulcher that’s more somber than any bleak cave.
The sinuous water caresses and spontaneously
Freezes as it embraces our slumberous weight into its
Stygian obscurity, driving fear into our heavy hearts.
Propelling our entrenched sense of ‘fight or flight’ not to be flighty!
Our terror of being buried alive on land or sea
Is an apologue for the actions we take to embed
Our confusion in unraveling the social behaviored sea
Corresponding to a multicultural divide that’s likened
To attempting to surmount Everest’s easiest route
To a summit that is the ‘ideal’ we have of success.
We worry so about success and measure it with the ‘norms’
And forget our actual achievements that we need to celebrate.
Brake the ice, punch through the barrier, surge above
The mud and disgust of a world buried in icy artifice,
That needs to compete and surpass one another, and be
Who you need to be so your uniqueness can shine.
Poetry for Change 