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Lord, I often worry
Remember, I am the glory
You sit in the kingdom
You enriched me in wisdom
Your spirit will always sustain
My Faithfulness will always remain
When struggles become more than you can bare
I am Lord who is fair
But it is my compassion in care
Always pray
I am the connection in relay
Even when the Devil wants to attack
Behold I am the fence of protection that holds back
It becomes the Devil Set Back
My soulful hands got you covered
Don’t worry
You have a testimony being your story
You are home in salvation
Welcome to my revelation
You were loss in darkness
I pulled from the wilderness
You have seen storms throughout your life
From Heaven to Earth, I gave advice
You are now my sheep
I am your God to keep
I will guide and direct
You are my image which will be given power and effect
You are my process
But don’t recess
Stand and Walk
Continue our daily talk
Your questions will always be answered
Closer even now
You captured my Soul, Heart and Spirit
My praises in merit
Understanding indeed
You help me daily to process
I will witness to those in need
Yet, I will endure your creed
what does it mean
when you realize you
have been trained for
over a decade on how to
respond to an active shooter
via your exposure
to the realm
of educating children?

what does it mean
to know all
the actions one would take
in any building
with any variety
of construction,
or number of people
all with varying degrees
of physical ability?

to know the defenses
the tricks
the tape
the block
the quiet voice
of strength?
the look in the eyes
of control?

the everyday objects that
would make a good weapon.

what does it mean
to know exactly how many children
can fit in the closet?

here?

what does it mean
to know that HERE?

what
IN THE ****
does that mean?
when all the blood inside of you
gives rise to things that make you move
consider mindfulness your friend
and be as patient as you can

and think on words before you speak
your heart is strong, don’t let it leak
let go the notion you have time
you’re only here for seconds, child

the ghost of notes makes Time so worn  
it let’s you think you have much more
but Truth is sound and Time is now
you’ll always be and you’ll know how
“All flesh would perish together, And man would return to dust.”
‭‭Job‬ ‭34:15‬ NKJV
The steeple penetrates
the puffy pink
clouds, and the
horizon squirts
sweet rain.
My face gets
sticky.
Guess the theme.
What has become of me?
I've turned into such
a reprobate.
Watching ****, and
neglecting writing.
I think of Nin and
Henry Miller, turning
lust and clitoral
stimulation into
****** literature.
And here I am...
*** stains on my
laptop, and looking
sadly at the miniature
bust of Shakespeare on
my writing desk.
Even he looks disgusted.
poem for word of the day by BLT...Reprobate
 Feb 2022 Hakikur Rahman
ZOO
It was bothering me,
As she attached itself to my car mirror- needed
And then went after the garage window, instinct
Hormones, driving off Intruders?

So u place garbage bags over reflective surfaces to cut down on the glare.

Poor little things.
To be young again!

I Envy you standing at
The threshold of your own
Experience.

It's an engagement.
You need.
 Feb 2022 Hakikur Rahman
ZOO
Why I am too quiet
                                 maybe can't be  anymore.

Sometimes
Whatever happens next.
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