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troubled times by: father wise

6/28/2020

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​The world can no longer neglect the fact of feeling my "pain".
 
As if being locked down in a 6 by 12 wasn't good enough.
Now the world understands the everyday strains put upon individuals like me being stuffed in a confined space "wondering", what's 2 come next. With the possibilities of going insane...
 
The tell-lie-visions only seem 2 make me become more and more vexed!! the media with a visual only makes my anxiety burst -2- the point I'm cursing at the walls as they continue closing in as if I were having an outer body experience looking at myself from outside of my own hearse
 
You're out there in the world while I'm stuck in the worst!! But everyday I see something even worse!! than having 2 sit still in a big free world!! for just a little while... Meanwhile, your time will come 2 be physically and mentally exonerated "meaning free" by simply listening and making intellectual decisions that in the end will allow you all 2 see, That WE all make bad choices in life and should not be quick 2 judge a man simply by the historical tree where the roots have been planted, watered but only nurtured 2 a certain degree...

Now that you have been a little bit more introduced 2 me, know that I'm not perfect, but just another casualty of this pandemic crisis here 4-u- in these times of need, and troubled times.......
 
Peace & blessings...
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look into these eyez by: father wise

6/28/2020

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Generations of pain; a systematic, monster, manipulative sinister of RAGE!!

Tricked and deceived into believing that "peace" is my blanket for comforting my soul's turmoil & grief, Only 2-b left with degrading memories from a past that even I am 2 young 2 remember.
​
Look into these eyez.
 
Can u see my pain? a pain that is yours all the same.
Sorrow swells my heart that overflows with compassion, 2 much passiveness and enough tears 2create my own rain.
 
Look into these eyez.
 
Do you feel my emptiness? Can you hear my ancestors cries still flowing with the winds from way back when blacks were being whipped on a plantation while the "MAYFLOWER" was mistaken 4 a sensitive flower instead of a slaves transportation that sadly brought a "GENERATION" of innocence 2 an unknown destination that is now a new "GENERATION" of our babies destinies filled with new!! hopes, dreams and aspirations, but ending up in the very same tragedies.
 
Look into my eyez.
 
"AND" clearly see that "WE" only wish 4 LOVE, PEACE, HAPPINESS and CHANGE!! For every teardrop that falls from these eyez represents the lost tears from "MILLIONS" of forgotten, unspoken souls that "STILL" have voices too. Only theirs are still having a hard time "RISING" from beneath the bottom of the sea!! "SO I" , cry 4 them as I cry 4 every lost soul as a result of HATE!! May it R.I.P. within GOD'S magnificent skies...
 
Look into these eyez, "PLEASE"
" LOOK INTO THESE EYEZ "......
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Strong!!! Beautiful, woman by: FatherWise

6/28/2020

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I'm sitting here, "THINKING", on how sensitive this world we live in is still depicting your unquestionable strengths:
 
The unbearable lengths you have taken, never once breaking your impeccable stride through out the many miles you have literally taken,
"WITHOUT NOTICE" !! Yet, still you rise.
 
"LIKE" ebony eyez, you are loved!! But, not given the amount of dedication, attention, appreciation "and", the realization that you actually mold while continuing to boldly hold the weight of the world upon your shoulders and SHOULD!! be duly noticed. But, it seems that billions of eyez are still wide shut......

I say grace to your blood, sweat and tears "and," arthritic hands that held us during those very first years.... "And," still ignorance seems to smother the world of unseen, hard working down to the bone, sometimes desperate, but non asking, bent over, back breaking, unappreciated Women!! who continue to love us...
 
"Actual facts," and, even thru all of that, you still find a way within your saddened, broken hearts, to forgive that same ignorance in hopes of the world someday becoming a better place...

A place where happiness becomes "one" in a home full of nothing less than the love, dedication, attention and appreciation that's been overly earned by you:
 
STRONG,!!
BEAUTIFUL,
WOMAN...

"Today," I dedicate to you all LOVE, HONOR, and RESPECT with the asking of your forgiveness to be accepted by a blind world who's been neglecting your heavenly presence from the very beginning when revealing the intellectual essense of you.......

STRONG,!!
BEAUTIFUL,
WOMAN............
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My life’s Vision is… NOT FORGOTTEN by: father wise

11/25/2019

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Buried footprints in the sand left without a trace -- destined -2- face this cold place after my Ancestors’ fates were given direct destinations -2- be taken 9,000 miles over seas, auctioned off, and put upon a plantation:

Agonizing cries, cause of separation between mother and child -- heads hanging down in the presence of Master’s eyes caused confusion -- Whipped backs caused delusional individuals to be set apart from the “good stock” while alcobulion rituals were secretly practiced out back; by the slave quarters -- Son’s and daughters danced ‘till the sun came up with just enough strength to muster with swollen hands that were demanded to pick cotton: 

Funny, yet sad, how those beautiful, strong people were so easily forgotten -- the change, of course, throughout time is a constant reminder written on calendars, like: Columbus, President’s, Valentine’s, even Martin Luther King, along with many more days, but not one that represents Original People titles slaves, and ‘till this day we unconsciously play with the word N.I.G.G.A. Uneducated and baby sitted by society’s unfit -2- be taught by public schools bull-shit: Constantly finding ways to eliminate any race not fond of duplicating -- While implicating laws to save face of disgraceful taste programmed into the minds of us -- Considered a waste of time: 
Someone once told me my story that bored me -- Uneducated was I of that story at a time in my prime when committing crimes -- Ignorant and blind was still I; “till I grew from beneath the concrete -- Not quite The Rose, but STILL I RISE; to any occasion worth or worth not educating hoping deaf ears -R- listening and allowing these WORDS OF WISDOM be programmed in UR Great Mindz…
                                    Pleasure comes in the course of its own time and it brings me great pleasure standing in front of my sistas and brothas and sharing some equality I once selfishly considered mine…
                                    And for the many lost souls-- Know that UR cries flow thru my veins creating transfusions to unconscious brains needed badly to be saved…
                                    Remembering your trials and tribulations, the beatings, rapes, and hangings, along with unaccountable hours of picking cotton-- 
PLEASE!! KNOW!!

THAT YOU ALL ARE NOT FORGOTTEN…

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cold by: father wise

11/25/2019

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No one ever listens and everything around me seems cold.
From the day I was born, I was torn from my mother’s womb. Entangled by her umbilical cord as if attempting my own suicide before life could even begin. 
    I remember when; that cold October day, the wind came in through broken windows, the winter’s frost covering old wooden floors, like icing on a birthday cake, I could only dream of having.
    A skipped childhood led to the miseducation of a learned man, No sense of direction, blinded by my own reality in a place of comfort though bullets fly, innocent people die, drugs are rampant, little boys and girls are still invisible, and the abnormal has become the new normal while solutions lay dormant. 
    The cold concrete bricks that have engulfed my dreams, I do not blame. 
    The teachers that never heard my silent cries, or paid attention to the make-up of a young boy hiding under the mask of many, or the coldest of people who stepped on mother’s hands when held out in hopes of feeding her hungry children, I do not blame. 
    This world I know has never been warm, or forgiving, or handed me chances. This world has taught me no empathy but instead how to keep my arms closed when my own daughters and sons waited for their hugs like the birthday cakes I still yearn to have yet never received. 
    Now that I have your undivided attention and my mind has been exposed, and the silence of my cries have been laid upon ears who know how to love, how to care, and how to shhhhhhhhhhh… 
    Listen…
    There is still hope even for a heart that has forgotten how to bleed.
    But for now, it’s still pretty cold. Does anyone have a laugh, an imaginable hug full of hope or maybe, just maybe, you can simply look to the person next to you and warm this world one smile at a time. 

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Abescedarian Poem by: father wise

11/25/2019

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Antiques are my favorite…
But can be very expensive and,
Costing you a bundle - hence my
Determination to shop smart whenever 
Engaging myself with the ones who will sell 
For just the right price … The goodies
Go fast!! So one would definitely
Have to be an early bird,
In order to catch the worm……. I 

Just so happened to be one of those
Kind of individuals who truly enjoy, and
Love rising with the morning sun, I’ve
Mastered the art of knowing what to look for,
Now!! More than ever before… I

Operate off a great cup of coffee before
Parting ways with my wife who, 
Quickly grabs me by the shoulders to 
Remind me that tonight’s my night to
Sit in at our son’s P.T.A. because she won’t have, 
Time - due to her hectic schedule……… She has this
Unique way of showing her love and affection… I

Visualize often of where I’d be without her, or where I may have ended up even… I’m no
Xen when it comes to utilizing God giving me time to teach our youth, it ends my day with a peaceful Zazen……

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stay strong by: father wise

11/25/2019

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Just because the shoes are off 
And all is at a standstill
And whispers can be heard for many miles
In the silence,
Doesn’t mean the race is over.

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sadness by: father wise

11/25/2019

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Sadness paints the face of a tragic ending

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please help!! by: father wise

11/25/2019

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Sometimes, Hell can become an illusion that prepares us for what is to come…
To be swallowed by our own iniquities
Is equivalent to being engulfed in flames
While gazing down into an empty hole
With no bottom,
Yet left with the chance
To walk the straight and narrow…

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one step away by: father wise

11/25/2019

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Most of us choose to live our entire lives in the darkness
When the light was always one step away

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