Malevolent

 Advancement surpassing being modernized

Paving the way for

Atrocities unknown to the uncivilized

Mockery being made of the deities

Mindless to the idea of theology

Faith or ideology

Instead relying on psychology

Enjoyment of freedom unheard in other lands

Disillusionment of imprisonment

By unseen bands

Cage and trapped

Unconscious of facts

Pressured and misshapen out of form

Defying human customs and norms

Oh blissful ignorance that

Beautifies personal intolerance

Atrocities committed in the name

Of personal preservation

No way have we done anything wrong

We have cleansed and washed our hands

From taking preventative actions

Maybe it’s time to dance

In our favor tilt the balance

Doing something crazy

Risk taking the chance

Fear and stress is our lot in life

No guarantee of life but the certainty

That sooner or later we shall die

© Prince W Bradford 2015

Deviation

 Quest unending

 Choices everlasting

 I wait not on what may be

Today I grasp what I see

Instead of gambling on

Tomorrow’s uncertainty

Future delights

 Promises and hopes

Of paradise

 That will requires

 Changing my appetite

What you have is good

But not what I desire

You have been very kind

However please leave me

Behind

I will never fit

Into your world

Accept my gratitude

Of the comfort

You provided for my world

For me however

Your's has become too grand

© Prince W Bradford 2015

Captive

 Thoughts going through my mind

Casually going about their business

Unconcerned that I exist

Then one have a change of heart

Becoming cemented taking a hold

Refusing to let go

Demanding to be given attention

If I desire living in peace or craved relaxation

Showing possibilities of new dimensions

Visualizing things that are tangible

Although the available material is nothing

Prodding me stop looking back

The past will never return

Mocking me why imagine what may happen

When you know it never will

Yet giving visions and imagination

Of thing that can be brought into being

Daring me to pursue these as dreams

Every possible reason why this cannot be

Does not wipe away the reality

For an image is stamped

On the walls of consciousness

While courage takes its stand

Opening the eyes to what is on hand

Between the reality and the dream

Lay the seeming unconquerable mountain

But the mountain does not block the dream

It only stand in the way

For through the mountain

You have visions of what the end can be

And restlessness becomes the impetus

To create something out of nothing

Or live in misery

Never embracing peace of mind

But fully knowing that it is crazy

Still you begin.

Taking the first step in that journey

That you have no idea where it shall end

© Prince Bradford 2015

infected

Infected

What was I doing in my sleep?

I came awake with such an awesome feeling of peace

And my very first conscious thought

Was I must have been singing

For firmly entrenched in my consciousness

Were songs of praises to the Most Holy One

But I was probably in some other place

Oblivious to time or space

I certainly did not know what was going on

It was as close as I shall ever be

Dead

But I must have been singing

For I woke with feelings of joy and happiness

contentment

And also of well being

Could this be some kind of infection?

An infectious disease that I contracted

Maybe

For it was not totally new

It had happened to me before

Only it constantly goes in remission

Then there is an outbreak on occasion

And you know what

I like this infection

If only it would happen to me more often

© Prince W Bradford 2015

A show of appreciation

 I really thank you my dear

Your gift has opened up for me new spheres
It has taken to me to unbelievable heights
And I have in view even greater sights
But taking you along my prospects will blight
You have been a darling and a gem
But I have kept pace by being updated
And now you have become outdated and obsolete
There is no longer common ground on which we can meet
So this is where things must end
Certainly you’ve seen how much I appreciated your gift
But the giver I no longer need
He is no longer an asset but a liability
So adieu and goodbye forever
Or maybe until I am down and out again

© Prince W Bradford 2015

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Progression

 Titbits

Tasty bites

Teasing the appetite

To desire wholesome delights

Wanting more not miniscule slices

Progress

Little step

Moving forward ahead

To achieve distant goals

Though located in distant places

Success

Pursuing dreams

Overcoming all obstacles

Until the seeming impossible

Becomes a tangible physical reality

© Prince W Bradford 2015

Saudade

Saudade

Longing for

Thoughts passing through my mind

Maybe it’s through my brain or perhaps my heart

Daring me, taunting mockingly

Capture me if you can

Do you have the courage?

To trap and see through to the end?

Long before I can put together my wits

They are gone and others come along

But I am a hunter

Always searching for viable ideas

And thoughts are the seeds

To great works and inventions

There is a thing experience taught me

My thoughts knows very well

I always have on hand

My note book and my trusty pen

I record my thoughts

 Instead of relying on my memory

For constantly I battle thoughts and ideas

They are so much like the legendary Hydra

Each one that is successfully implemented

Gives birth to many others

Of course now I have too many

Thoughts and ideas to pursue

But that does not stop my trusty instincts

From being faithful and true

Always ready to capture and trap

That seed of thought for an idea

Especially the one that issues a dare

To be captured and pursued to the end

Oh, that they might return

© Prince W Bradford 2015

The Rebirth

The Rebirth

Although our bodies lay dead

Still from our wounds flowed our life blood

The seed that shall eventually grow

Keeping our memories alive

For our deaths shall not be in vain

We may not have embraced and practiced

The religious beliefs and system that we inherited

Still we were slaughtered

In the name of religion for our beliefs

Never to be immortalized as martyrs

But out of our spilled blood shall come

Our rebirth

The true believers in religion

And when you have killed

Until your strength is all spent

You shall not prevail

For they shall eventually conquer

Not through intimidation and violence

But through love and persistence

Spreading the very beliefs you fear

Converting your own

By demonstrating the difference in beliefs

Through our death shall be our rebirth

Fighting a battle with an alternative

To violence

Our bodies may be dead

But our memory and blood shall live on

In our rebirth  

© Prince W bradford 2015

Poignant

Porn-stars taking vices to the heights
deeds befitting the darkness of night
innuendos in speech
spiced with double meanings
that is the way of the developed
those classed as civilized.

Bare breasted and shimmering in beauty
displayed in the light of day
bearing the reed of innocence
dancing the dance of virgins
free from moral flaws
yet classed as uncivilized


 © Prince W Bradford

Stars shining so bright

Stars shining so bright

Stars shining with never ending light

Visible in the never ending sky

Brightest in the blackness of night

Exposing you are eternally bright

When the sun make unbearable the day

There is only a temporary delay

Plotting and following your path

This is provision of an alternate way

Where there is hopelessness and despair

You presence highlights another sphere

Distances the mind do not comprehend

A past and future measurable in light years

And that place where you originate

So far removed from the earth

Established yet travelling your circuits

Subjected to neither death nor birth

Stars shining so bright

We discern your presence through sight

A reminder in desperate plight and times

Eventually all thing will be right

© Prince W Bradford 2015

Dirty Minds

Dirty minds

 Squeaking, squeaking, squeaking

You are in a public place

The culprit has music blasting in earphone

Enjoying the rhythm

Rocking to the rhythm

Only he is sitting in a squeaking chair

And that noise bring back memory

A reminder of a certain piece of furniture

So many times, so many places

That’s one squeaking noise

You care not to hear

But the culprit in ignorance

Keeps up the squeaking

Then someone is bold

And ask the culprit to stop

Explaining exactly why

And on the inside you breathe a sigh

You are not the only one

With a dirty mind

© Prince W Bradford 2015

The Survivors

The survivors

Adversity never destroys

Fire only burns away the outer coating

For we waited patiently for centuries

And now the inferno has passed

We are coming alive

Built to withstand

Unlike any other people we are different

Now we rise to the forefront

That we are a small band

Does not matter we are pace setters

We are now the leaders

All others follow, some drop out of the race

For someone made the mistake

And leveled the playing field

We rise to the top

Not by virtue of privileged preferences

Showing in every way we are superior

When given equal chances

We were always of superior strength

Equal and surpassing in intelligence

So now we take our place of dominance

Met the new breed

The survivors of adversity

Light that darkness cannot hide

We may have prickles, that for self defense

Existing under the most severe circumstances

For we must strive to survive

Against all odds and win

Can darkness remain when a light is lit?

Will a man choose to die of hunger and starvation?

Because of who provides the food?

Will the weaker by fair means overcome the stronger?

Can the world not look on us in awe?

In all sphere we rise taking to the skies

Behold the new breed

 ©Prince W Bradford 2015