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| ISBN-13: | 9781491809105 |
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| Publisher: | AuthorHouse |
| Publication date: | 08/30/2013 |
| Sold by: | Barnes & Noble |
| Format: | eBook |
| Pages: | 114 |
| File size: | 176 KB |
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Life In The Unknown
Let The Free Thinkers Speak
By Bertram A. Burrell
AuthorHouse
Copyright © 2013 Bertram A. BurrellAll rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4918-0911-2
CHAPTER 1
Am I my brother's keeper?
Who am I to trust you, who are you for me to trust, who am I for you to trust, putting your pride aside, and sharing your burdens with me, my philosophy is that every man carry his own burden, every man stands alone, it's a cold world out there, and no, I really cannot share, we tend to fend for ourselves bitterly in the mean streets of our worlds, not considering the other man, or the other man's own, we used to be family, only but a short time ago, whistling and wondering like tall grasses grow, but now we look at each other as obstacle, preventing each other's flow, am I my brother's keeper, that I should find a heart, divert from being me, just to give you a start, am I my brother's keeper, that I'll share with you my last bread, that though we be at the bottom, we both may survive death, am I my brother's keeper, that I may give him my very bed, to assure him that this burden no longer rest on his own head, I am my brother's keeper, forgive me for I too have been wrong, not realizing that with us is where we belong, I am my brother's keeper, it took that long for me to see, that without you and your struggles there can never be me, forgive me my brother I found the link to this broken chain, that you are for me, and me for you and together we'll always remain.
Karma
Whenever God gives you something or someone precious in your life be thankful and treat them with the respect and love that they deserve, for its blaspheme if you don't and you're setting yourself up for failure. Dear lord, help me to treat everyone with love and respect that they deserve in this life so our life will be prosperous.
Summertime high
A miserable winter paved way for a trying spring, now here comes the flooded water from the hill top, drowning my backyard, with the tomatoes and daffodils in my garden, it took the snails and all the bugs along the wayside, but seeping them in my kitchen, what a dreaded display of nature, I thought you were for me, but then summer came along, like my shining armor, drying up every spill along the way, cementing back every plant in the ground by their root, and filling the atmosphere with everlasting tranquility, hmmm let me rest my head for a while in amazement. But then autumn came along, turning my leaves all brown and throwing them to the ground, the winds are enraged by this display, and with a forceful attitude came running through my pile, scattering everything in every direction possible, then winter came along again, likewise the cycle of my life, as I patiently await my summertime.
The Coldest of winters
The coldest of winter brought forth frozen hearts and fallen souls in mid-November 2008; this is the coldest of time that one can remember, it is quarter to five in the evening and the harvest is ripen, threatened by hares, rabbits and other ground animals the harvest can't wait, it has to be picked, plucked from the earth and be shared amongst those that had a part in the making. Midnight has now come, but the gathering is still in session, morning has come and the reaping is done, but my heart is weary, the harvest was a total failure, my clientele are now bitter, I had made a few mistakes in caring for the crops, mixing them with bad seeds and digressing, now the crop is not good enough to eat much less for sale, so I rest my head in cold salutation, hibernating for the coldest of winter.
To the Aristocrat
Caption to the aristocrat, put a pause on your lips before you say something unpleasant, a pool of tasteless pestilence you've utter, you are so unkind, mean even, the odor of your exhaled words contaminated a generation and devoured the root beneath them, cover your mouth, put a hand to it, blocking up your cesspool allowing you to implode.
As darkness unfolds
The sun sets in the cool yonder, I watched it as it disappeared beneath the hills, now cold is my heart and loneliness overwhelms my soul, for this time its here, this time I know it's here for sure, no turning back now, no! for its too late to grab hold, to grab hold of the time passed, time wasted procrastinating, time that was allotted by life's light to make changes and to prolong this light, for it was given to us to keep burning, but now the night is now, darkness is now unfolded, becoming our reality, this is our reality, in this reality will you be there for me, can we now trust, or be trusted now that we have no light to steer, my life can I trust you to spare, for I have nothing to hold on to, nothing but fear, my life is in disarray, I am visually impair, and so are you, for none of us can see clear, because we have been strangled by the thick cluster of darkness that have unfold, how can I know that you are you, and that you are true? Tell you what! lets sing that song, the same song that we mourned during those days when we were afflicted, when we were scorned, stoned, isolated, but it was that same song that allowed us to be emancipated, not completely, but indefinitely, and if we can't share that song then we can never be, for you are an imposter, that stroll through the night, with murderous glee, in the dark wilderness you choose to lower me, in the deepest of pits to devour me, but my soul you seek, my soul I fight to keep, now this darkness my reality, wrestles with my sanity, convincing me that this is my insanity, that this is just a sham, this is the after effects of misery, and that I will be restricted to this throughout eternity, but I plant my feet on these pavement and in my heart whisper's my song, and hope that another lonely soul passing by sings the same, as darkness unfolds.
Purple Velvet
Purple velvet, I can barely see the sky, watching trees and scarecrow pass me by,
In the midst of the sky, has their form become ugly into dark disguise,
Now uniting, becoming one then scattering into a rushing chariot,
With wheels of fire, tumbling over the clouds, making no noise, no noise?
No, not even silence could hear the enormous wreck that repaired itself quickly into her, her! the unshaped, colorless face, eyes like water, no distinctive look, the undefined, but yet I knew it was her, not she, but her and her undefined existence, went out of existence in a beautiful silhouette, the one I never met but yet, from silhouette to rain drops fallen on bullets rejected from guns, guns by hundreds, packed in tons, marched towards the circle, with an unfamiliar smell, but not only smell, but smoke as well, as smoke left shells inserted in their lifeless body, flew away, trying to leave what was left of this slaughter, this meaning less war that knows no end. Smoke evaporated into the shadow of doves, serenaded by nightingale, nursing their suckling into adulthood looking down anticipating the fall of becoming a part of this life, wondering if the strength of his wings will cushion the fall, even allowing him to leap over all the obstacles that may befall him along the way down. But life never gives an easy way, ass and earth always meet, that's the way it's always been, at least for me. Now these images were formed by smoke, coming from my lungs exhaling, caused by clutching with my thumb and my index, purple velvet. Purple velvet; is this the answer to this, my time, my life's flaws, cause, glory and death? Pondering, while I look at purple velvet burning away all the answer out to the unsecured skies, well let me take a few more puffs, maybe I'll get a gist more of this reality, As purple velvet's life become shorter then out.
Life in the unknown
There is nothing in this life guaranteed but death; my perception on this is still the same, so why do we live day by day just to die? Then why bother to live? Why do all that is to better ourselves, like achieving, finding cure for various diseases, love or even conceive in love, are we not going to die anyways? Let us just be carefree and create havoc on the world until there is no more earth to spare. The thought of this scares humanity, though we live in an unconscious world, the preservation of life is more greater than death, with the expectation to live again, hope is what give us the will to live in the unknown, and it's a hopeful practice of earthly living that propels us to fight to enable us to live after life.
I'm a fool
I'm a fool for even knowing you, Knowing the shades of your eyes, and how it tends to glow, Even when there is no light to reflect the effects of your enlighten soul. I'm a fool for ever wanting, No hungering rather, for the sweetness of your lips, Melting like butter all over mines, Yes at times I anticipate this kiss, I'm a fool for ever looking at you, Knowing that the infirmities of my flesh would become weak, And captivating by your womanly spell, The smell that aroused me to drew close to you, The desire that terrifies me, But brought forth the animalistic behavior from inside of me,
For you amuse me, But find a way with your girlish ways, To trigger senses I no longer felt, So I gravitate to you, To embrace you because this to me was destiny, But lust beyond any measures became me unconsciously, But subconsciously you used me, Yes I am a fool, For taking you in like a bottle of gin to the head, Bottoms up, Has my misery came to an end, And I'm a fool for even writing this piece, Knowing that I'll be looked at with sympathy, Yes my ego and my livelihood would be shattered, But nevertheless it's a piece, peace.
The Pass Around
The sound the phrase the times amazed, the stuff the puff the buffing the clutch, we are insane, we are deranged, the mind a mist, reality sick, we cough, we huff, we choke we spit, I must admit, this is the shit, no longer bound so suck my dick, my words dynamic, my words charismatic, I laugh I frown, I cry out loud, no more oppressed, no more regrets, societies chain, the preacher's pain, to rapper's fame, to Somalia's strain, we fight to live, the reason to give, the law of the land, is taking out my hand, I'll take it no more, I have a plan, the times are raging, the time is changing, like food and clothes becomes outdated, likewise our morals in this life faded, the hustle the grind this project is mine, a time for change the time is mine.
Pornography reigns, politicians claim, we must accept this fucking stain. Is god in man, I can't understand, must we subdue to this blood-cloth plan. The lame makes sense that politicians do; we mock and jeer them fucking fools.
EMPOWER ME
Empower me as I express my philosophy, going day by day, playing the monopoly. Empower me, as I gather my seeds, To plant them by the wayside, Harvest and weep cause my people bleed, Getting scared by vanity, Empower me, Gone are the days of chains and whips and blood stains, Now they're operating mental games. Empower me, no more chains of humanity, They keep breaking us apart, with racial wars and cultural diversity, Empower me; I'll rather be left alone, Than upfront in the crowd being mocked and stoned, Empower me, sometimes I wish I was naught, Rather buried and dead than to ever be bought, Empower me, though the struggle goes on, I pray to God hold my hand and we'll forever be strong, Empower me.
Love in Destiny
Destiny is the passage through which time flows, and love chases after time, so when you get caught up in love, but then it passes you by, don't be mad at love, but have faith in your destiny and live with time, and one day your love will catch up in time.
The Eclipse
The sun rises and fall in the earth, then disappears without any evidence of destruction, but my heart weeps without reason, or treason, sympathy have I for the broken souls, likewise mine, and for this mischievous thing they call love! Overtime became vengeance, hate and hostility. This has to be the effect of a dark shadow, the eclipse that overshadowed my heart as it did with the earth, but time knows no enemies; good or bad, so this too shall pass, at least so they say, since there is no evidence of.
Turning tables
Imagine how the tables have turned, but realistically I always want you to be happy, even if it was not me, too dumb to admit when I've lost, too ashamed to cry you in my arms, must be foolish to want it all like 'scare face', but you are worth every penny of being wanted, have I forgotten all the fun nights that we spent on the phone night after night trying to out do each other with compliments, but got caught up in each other so much to bear, but wanting each other so much that the earth echoes its quake, and storms roar in detrimental agony, I refuse to refuse you, I haven't figure out why yet, and I'm sure that you feel the same, even now since the game is now even, four players now play the game, but two that is blind to the hand that is dealt to them. Crazy anguish and anxiety have become apart of me, hungering more so now than ever, till its almost like stalking, so caught up in this combustion of feelings, feelings I had known, but not to this extent, yes! How the tables have turned, and now I'm here, sitting like a fool.
Where I lay my head
Regaining consciousness I find myself head first in a pool of water, my nose elevated slightly by a piece of mater, my clothes ripped, torn blooded all the way down to my shoeless feet, there was this strange, but infinite marriage between blood, sweat, tears, and water, it was has if there was a confrontation and this the was outcome there-after, this was by the riverside where I lay my head for dead. I cried out in agony, constantly for help, someone save me from myself, but there was no one here, no one, not even self, a conflict arise, the turmoil erupted between sanity and disbelief, so I cried more and I wept, how long must the son of man suffer before he understand his condition? Where is his place in this crooked world where he failed to belong? Humble yourself and seek thy face, thy faith is with those who have fallen in the struggles of Babylon, humble yourself, son of man, for with the most high God is where you belong. You're here as apart of the crucifixion, the final conclusion, the outcome of Babylon. Though left for the dead, on a small piece of rock was where I cushioned your head, though left for dead, I gave you water, just enough to cover your mouth so you could be fed, though left for dead, you will rise again, and out of Babylon my people must be lead. I ponder to the message from the messenger that was just above my head, when will it all end? In time my friend, till then, measure the time that is spent.
The Irony of love
A crazy emotion of loneliness captivates me, though I'm with someone. How can this be? When my heart beats a new tone for you every day, beats of joy and sadness wrapped up in an handkerchief filled with tears that poured out of a soul bursting with "if I never", for if I never; had the chance to be with you on a level that transform you and I into us, into one-ness, into a unity so tranquil and honest without the madness that rest with us in this state of mind.
Stand your grounds
(Defend yourself, SMH)
Hey you hey! Listen up; guess what went down last night? I stood my grounds in plight at a young man strolling through the night; like red riding hood, except his hoody wasn't red. He aint from around here I know this for a fact, he looks quite nervous and just overall you know; the way how they act. I'm the king of this jungle and this for sure is my right, so I continue to pursue his ass, but holdup; he dipped out of sight. Wait a minute, hold on, he's now turned around! Now he's heading towards me, but I'm no coward, oh no sire, so I stand my grounds nervously, hell no you know I ain't gonna flee. This aint supposed to happened, how could this be, my prey is now my predator oh goodness me. He pound and he pound until I cried out loud, help! Help! Help! But you know I aint no chump, so I pulled my lucky wildcard out and sprayed, now his ass is on the curve not saying a word, I think he's dead, didn't happened the way I planned it but I think it went well, now I can sleep peacefully in my own bed.
R.I.P Trayvon Martin Gone too soon
Who I am
I am not ashamed of who I am nor where I am coming from, though I be in this current state, my time will never linger or sleep here, for my will gives me hope that my destiny will be greater than now.
The wise
A wise man's only purpose in life is where he lays his head, makes no sense if he claims he is wise, yet his bed is made in hell.
Wise and fall
Insanity has become my reality, hard work and stress has made me depressed, confusion and subduction is my obstruction, is there any solution? This is madness, with a shade of sadness; sympathize with the falling wise, for isn't this a surprise, knew too much, but not enough to save his own soul, now shame walks with him holding his head low, the grave rejects him, wiping the ground with scorn, and he who knew him well down to every cell, puzzled in disbelief of a tragic tale overwhelmed by this horrific smell.
(Continues...)
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Table of Contents
Contents
Am I my brother's keeper?.................... 1
Karma.................... 3
Summertime high.................... 5
The Coldest of winters.................... 7
To the Aristocrat.................... 9
As darkness unfolds.................... 11
Purple Velvet.................... 13
Life in the unknown.................... 17
I'm a fool.................... 19
The Pass Around.................... 23
EMPOWER ME.................... 25
Love in Destiny.................... 27
The Eclipse.................... 29
Turning tables.................... 31
Where I lay my head.................... 33
The Irony of love.................... 35
Stand your grounds.................... 37
Who I am.................... 39
The wise.................... 41
Wise and fall.................... 43
So I shine.................... 45
Who's in control?.................... 47
Prayer: Success vs. Happiness.................... 49
My faith in HIM.................... 51
Kasablanc.................... 53
Evil advocate.................... 55
Misfortune.................... 57
Lament.................... 59
Grown folks time.................... 61
A butterfly's Demise.................... 63
Beat.................... 65
Galactic contact.................... 67
True confessions.................... 69
The burning bush.................... 71
Simply beautiful.................... 73
Land of time.................... 77
Dumbfounded.................... 79
Africa, the stolen legacy.................... 81
Broken Glasses.................... 83
For just one night.................... 85
Eve's Garden.................... 87
Crazy.................... 89
Bio-poem.................... 91
This is my world.................... 93
Slavery Evolution.................... 95
Diaspara.................... 97
Because you are; lady.................... 99
A time away from time.................... 101
A mother's own.................... 105
A Prayer of Repentance.................... 107