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I will not die

Though life has drained all my strength and left me empty,
Though it has sucked all my energy,left no strategies
I will not die…..
Though through its traumatising images it has destroyed my rods and cones
Though many have defiled my
Innocence through their sinful curses
I will not die….no not now
Though through their harmful words they have pierced my heart
And through their lies have embarrassed me…
I will live….and not die
Though sickness draws me near the dead…i will not die

Though my site is failing me..my heart struggling to make another beat
I will not die..no not now.
Circumstance may testify my death
People await for a cry…i will live
Till every dream is reality
Every wish is fulfilled
And every vision men can see
I will live and not die
I before the grave will stand and agrees
Spread thy wings and testify that I was here…

Where I’m from

Caught muffled muzzled fought
Struggled scrapped delivered enfranchised
Chastised misunderstood ask if you would do it?
Make promises and not keep to it? Devastate with tyranny when life has so much more to it
Produce deuces stacking corpses
Forces fists clenched pounding at hearts
Behind eyes scoped in destruction
On the flip side
We have people that reside
To scope skill
Aiming to thrill
Not kill
Heal this land
No fill
If you will?
I beg your indulgence
This place has a certain exuberance
An unattended ambience
Minus the gun violence
This loss of life is nonsense
It just don’t make no sense
Do you understand the implication of your action?
Love lost
Lives tossed
Hatred embossed
A community in constant mourning
Where tragedy comes in the morning
Another act against the enemy
Malicious intent
Better thinking defiant
People dying for Madibas
When his legacy is in his living
Selflessly devoted his life to a cause
That showed me
You have the potential
To change your situation
No need for out of body vices
I might not be his calibre
That produces keynotes
Advancing me the key to notes
Unlocking life mapped in the ink
Tattooed in the folio
Connecting me to this earth
As an inhabitant of the global village
But where I’m from there is a spillage
of trampled indigenous foliage
Still unravelling the lessons
Able to fathom
The moment I don my cap
Consciously taking life into consideration
With gusto in God’s flow.

The story of my life

Grew up without a father but became a man
Grew up without a mother but became one
Grew up without guidance but became straight
Grew up without respect but earned it
Grew up without wings but became their angel
Grew up without love but became loved
Grew up without anything but became something
Grew up without power but became strength
Grew up without courage but became comfort
Grew up without direction but led nations
Grew up without a name but sat in the hall of fame
Grew up to become them but became me
Grew up in a hopeless place but became hope
Grew up in silence but became speech
Grew up in fear but became brave
Grew up in darkness but became light
Grew up as a loser but became a hero
Grew up naked but became wise
Grew up slow but had direction
Grew up nowhere but got somewhere
Grew up to be the best but became the greatest
Grew up blind but did wonders
Grew up to become a teacher but became a preacher
Grew up as a sinner but became blessed
I might not have anything but still I am worth something…

Fear not in age my love

Not as young as she used to be.
She turns her back to me.
Her skin thinner than before it seems.
There remains the same divine valleys
where I bury my being.

Wisdom tells me to penetrate to her soul,

finding her body only the analogy.
The surface though thinner
leaves more depth in the valleys.
In darkness or light,
here I find my own integrity.

Fulfilment.
I’ll follow her into eternity.

Bench of Chance

A cold breeze and a slight shiver
noticing a smiling eye glancing her way
The thought of his kiss makes her lip quiver
Final page in her book; Closed, but should she stay?

He smiles at her uncertainty of choice,
the enters her presence with voice.
An audible greeting returned by a gesture.
So starts a relationship to fester

Conversation starts to fill the silence
a friendly chuckle makes him feel at ease
the reassuring slight touch makes her feel at peace
A passerby wonders if it’s love he senses…

Time passes as they get lost in words
the curiosity of their chance meeting
Together they decide to challenge fate!
Sharing a fond farewell they left unsure…

T-Junction

Just imagine
faultlessness
excellence
accomplishment
so immaculate
perfect art of creation
not a thing less
not a thing more
nature in its totality
what else does one wish for possession

Light detecting organ look seeing
having an ear to the ground
lips moving silently
tongue lost
no gold nor bronze or silver
could hold a candle to she

Deep sigh I took
deep seated upon the rock
as if I cannot walk
good lord of my rock
make me walk

The day is still young
I got to run to enter the field
just begun is the contest
radar trap has been set
advice is to advance

Giddy-up giddy-up
I am galloping
but lend me your ear one more time
let me blow the gaff
a handler of a junction box
where all cables meet
is not mine innate
a butcher knife
ruin of all hopes
me don’t wanna fall headlong

For signs and more signs
I have seen
lights flashing red gold green
red gold green
stop caution and go

This is the T-junction
me got to turn right
the light that stimulates the sight
and makes everything visible
is brighter at the end of the tunnel
whereof I shall write
make some chants
join with me
and make it right .

By Prince Shapiro

Divine

I want to breathe in the light that you shine
I want to breathe it, and become as divine
Divine as you are when you hand out your smile
as divine as when your grace rest upon the while.

Let me breath in your sorrows so your eyes keep their shine
Let me lay you down on flowers each time
Let me show you my love while my hand brush your cheek
and allow me to show the words I can’t speak…

“Magnificence” International Call For Writers by ArtAscent – Deadline February 28, 2015

| Theme:
This call theme is “Magnificence” A concept that is noble or sublime. A thing that is lavishly munificent or extravagant. An object that is of exceptional beauty, size or other feature. A place that is extraordinarily fine or superb. A person of greatness, making a splendid appearance or show. A feeling of grandness. What magnificence will you showcase?

| Eligible Submissions:
Entries may include fiction, poetry, short stories and other written explorations (up to 900 words). Previously published or unpublished are eligible. Submissions must be the original work of the applicant(s).
Open to international artists. Apply using the online form.

| Highlights:

The Gold writer will be featured in the ArtAscent Art & Literature Journal complete with an artist profile review written by our art writer. From three to seven writers in total will be published in ArtAscent Art & Literature Journal; showcased, along with website links, in an online exhibition on the ArtAscent website for at least two years; and, promoted on the ArtAscent Facebook and Twitter feeds.

| About ArtAscent:
The mission of ArtAscent is to promote artists of images and words, and connect them with art lovers. This is accomplished by calls for artists and writers, artist profiling, art magazine publication, and artist and writer online showcasing. Each call is theme based, with the intent to showcase diverse creative explorations of that theme via various media.

| Call application:
https://artascent.com/the-call-for-artists-and-writers/

I Wish That You Were Here

I wish that you were so close for me to run my fingers along your jawline.
I wish that you were here so that we could both colour and draw imaginary lines;
And argue, and dance to silence, and laugh.

I wish that you were so close for me to jump on your back whilst you cook our dinner.
I wish that you were here so that we could discuss work, and politics, and soccer, and music;
And argue, and dance to silence, and laugh.

I wish that you were so close for me to tell you about art, parks, poetry, and coffee.
I wish that you were here to watch me pee, and make fun of me;
And argue, and dance to silence, and laugh.

I wish that you were so close for me to sit on you, block your view whilst you watch your favourite channel.
I wish that you were here to twist my nose and tell me that it’s cute;
And argue, and dance to silence, and laugh.

I wish that you were so close for me to step on your feet whilst we hold each other with locked eyes.
I wish that you were here so that we could switch on the television and ignore it;
And argue, and dance to silence, and laugh.

I wish that you were so close for us to love each other unconditionally and hate each other at the same time.
I wish that you were here for us to argue, and dance to silence, and laugh;
And argue, and dance to silence, and laugh.

Why?

Why do I feel so confused?
This isn’t me
I am usually decisive, strong and completely in control
But I feel lost, sad and emotionally needy
Why?

I never let things get me down
I am never insecure
I always know where I am and who I am
Why not now?

Why does he have such a hold?
Why does falling for someone have to be this hard?
It feels like punishment and what did I do to deserve it.

Why did we even meet when it’s clear we’re not meant to be together
What is the purpose?
I know I should be looking for the lesson in it… Why can’t I see it?

I’m asking all the questions with no answer at the ready..
I think I now why… I’M just not ready

To hear the answers I know to be true
Because it means that I have will have to give up you.

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