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The Poetic Word

Exhausted

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BY GLORIA O’KOYE

Tired of what’s going on within these streets,

I don’t always want to have to say

Or post up,

RIP

 

It’s exhausting….

 

There is an addiction…

Watching our people displayed on the screen

An addiction…

To keep spilling blood onto a rep sheet

 

As if we don’t already have to fight for our rights to 

TALK Or

RUN Or 

BREATHE IN PEACE!

We have to constantly watch for our backs 

In our hometown streets

 

Isn’t it exhausting?

For Oscar winning performances 

Stating race

Taking up space in the emergency…

Endangering dogs lives

Just to put a person gasping for air 

Trapped by many knees

 

So exhausting!

When young cats aim to be top dog 

Only to get put down 

By internal warfare…

Vultures perching up on trees

They mock 

While they wait for a hearty feast

 

IT’S EXHAUSTING!

 

Commotions

Planted within peace

Getting the point across 

That human’s shouldn’t be treated differently

 

Choosing sides

When roles became corrupted

If done right in the first place

Would’ve there been any riots?

 

How much longer?

We need some solutions 

Instead of repeating insanity!

 

What shall we do? 

Where to start? 

Where to go?

 

Let’s Switch up! 

 

Replenishing…

Spread our wealth 

Like others with theirs

So our economy won’t be 

Exhausted!

 

Replenishing…

There is a war on our mind state

Never leave your heart unprotected

 

Replaying images and clips 

To blindside our vision

We must remain focused

 

Brainstorming 

What works?

What doesn’t work?

What’s been tried? 

What needs to be tested?

 

There’s need to be action 

Instead of black boxes 

Causing confusion and silence!

 

Replenish!

We need a solid game plan

So this would be a speck in history 

Instead of stretched baggage!

 

No more exhaustion 

We been exhausted for too long 

To keep saying 

It’s been exhausting! 

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The Poetic Word

Meaning of Life

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BY GLORIA O’KOYE

Religions warned without faith

In a God, or countless Gods and Goddesses

Would mean an unfulfilling life.

Texts adorned with precious and humble ores

Wrapped in myrrh and olive oil

Filled up the spaces of doubt and restlessness.

Caution a meaningless life

Without something to believe in.

 

To have a purpose is a lifelong

Prescription to perfumes and cosmetic

Treatments.

Filled with spices like aloe and cassia

Represent resurrection,

Life bringing,

Purposes differ like fingerprints and snowflakes.

Not one is the exact same,

Only advice and blueprints will guide

But there is no such thing as a solid solution.

 

The meaning of life is unique to each one’s journey.

No need to brag, or put down,

Trading places is more common like

The fields of dandelions

Taking over the vast plains,

A river that breaks into streams

But eventually meet the mighty ocean

Of life

The same way.

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The Poetic Word

Everlasting Flames-to be Submitted

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BY GLORIA O’KOYE

Passion being fulfilled

Is like cottonwood fluff burning evenly

Across the land.

 

Not being caught up by any unnecessary

Distractions.

No need to set off forest fires

That don’t need to be provoked,

If there were no blessings

And ceremonies that are ancestral

Wisdom led.

 

Knowing that achievements stack up

Internal minds

Is refreshing to quench the thirst of

Success, like an oasis within a desert.

 

It is a breath of fresh air to the spirit

When all was given so the fruits are

Real,

Unlike wishful thinking without

Determination shown in actions

Is like praying while walking through

Scorching sands.

 

Not distinguishing which water of life

Are mirages

Tempting for a taste,

Deceiving any visions.

 

Even divine messages are lost

If a heart

Stubborn as boulders

Does not listen to the intuitions

Cautioning with series of

Discernments.

A open minded being

Will have doors open.

A humble being that knows their worth

Will succeed without burning any bridges.

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The Poetic Word

Trust In Silence

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BY GLORIA O’KOYE

When was the last time

that you sat in silence?

Where every detailed sound

From the whistling wind,

Talking trees,

Busy traffic made of streams,

Tingled the ear drums

Away from manmade machines.

 

When was the last time

Embracing nature gifts

was of great importance?

Spilling secrets

No human mind would comprehend,

Only the wisest ancients

Found deep in the Earth’s crust

Would tell nothing,

No one,

A type of loyalty that no fame and money

Would make it

Turn into a sellout.

 

When was the last interaction

Between skin and sand

Had the body had time to heal itself.

Transferring tensions into the ground

Balancing unwanted weight

Into Mother Nature’s arms.

 

When was the last time

Natural medicinal plants and food

Was replenishing

Detoxing clogged up organs.

Instead of destroying natural remedies,

And claim cures by injecting the body

Will more poison.

 

Relying on money hungry policies.

Bylaws instigating destruction.

When was the last time

Silence was allowed to answer

Mind boggling questions.

Allow silence to discern

To caution on everything around

Only silence will speak the loudest!

Trust in silence.

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