LIFE, LOVE & LIBERTY

excerpts from the newest collection of poems and prose by

TIMOTHY BRAXXTON MOLYNEUX

POLITICALLY INCORRECT

Politically incorrect

Is indirectly corrected
When directly inspected

By rejected and injected

Leaders

With subjective objectives

Who interject

Their perspectives

Objectively and affectionately

So circumstantially

The passionately politically incorrect

Are innately and uncontrollably

Yet, correctly

Forever faithfully

Still incorrect
By being absolutely correct.

FEAR FULL

Danger creates fear, which is a force we admire to the point of indemnification. Without it we wander aimlessly in the fields of blissful admiration of expectations that are no longer among the core systems of humanistic frailties and endeavors. There is a need of such endangerment, such that the entrails of mankind bleed needlessly among the windswept taverns of dreams.

MEASURE

Because you can

Does not mean you should.

Can could be the can’t

If the should is not the did.

Done is done

When should has done;

The test devoid of outcome.

Have not is not

Because you cannot,

Just maybe

Because you can.

So when you should

Meets yes you can,

And the yes I did

Is because you should,

Then you should be very glad

You did.

SYSTEM

The right side of up

Is beneath the line of integrity.

Social elitism is the fascist way

To desegregation of an inept

Political agenda that warps

The minds of those trying

To rid themselves

Of impoverished behaviors

And spiritual guidance

Left to fend off the enemies
Of our kind.

Joyous reactions to the belief system

That so purely corrupts

Is an abomination to the

Very core of man.

Yet without this uprising of

Tumultuous behavior

And worse still, the acceptance

And expectation of such behavior,

We would not have the ability

To empower ourselves

By rising above

The depravity of equality.

MISSING YOU

Tonight I'm calling out to you.

I whisper your name. Let no one speak until they hear you. I flow in and out of the dream that keeps me sane when you are away. The thoughts of you enliven my mind and make memories of our future emboldened, emblazoned and sketched on the granite god has given as its ordained mission for my life – A life of sharing and giving freely all the love I have to give to you.

TOGETHER

A darkness is present yet the fear is


Unaware of the danger.


Pain subsides in your embrace and


Sorrows fade into nonexistence.


The rainbow begins and ends in your
eyes for the reflection

Is you—
is me.


Songs unsung are now heard

Throughout
 the world


The children sing


The trees applaud


The sky is full and bright


For now the birds join with us the


Melody of our hearts together



Soft and light,

Warm and tender


The smoothness of your kiss

Makes 
mountains move

The rocks to tumble


And the hills to cry out with joy.


A light,

A thin small light,

Is all 
it took

To light

The path of our


Eternity together.

The end was
 not, yet was

In sight from
 that very

Special moment that our


Eyes embraced

And our spirits


Soared as one.

I.N.T.I.M.A.T.E.

It’s the unspoken words


That mean the most


I love you, I need you,


I’m glad you’re here


Beautiful expressions

We all love to hear


But what about the emotions

Or the
 spirit of desire


What about the peace of mind

Or
 the fuzzy warmth inside


What about the calming security


In a mere presence


The connection, the understanding,

The
 intensity beyond heat


The serenity in a breath

Exchanged or
 the strength

In a silent stare


The unspoken words of tears


And smiles could never be spoken


More beautifully in any language


Than when they are expressed


On your face.


Here I am.


In. To. Me. You. See.

SYMPHONIC PRAYER

Take a breath and believe the prayer, a prayer that is unspoken but unending. For with each moment with you the angels align and the rocks remember a melody that creates a symphony of emotions that elicits words to our song-our prayer that lifts us beyond the mountains and into the space of peacefulness; a place that will forever be known as you and me… you and me together… A perfect place of harmony.

BEAUTY INSIDE

Let me show you the way

To forgiveness and solace

For the path may be murky

Beneath the depths

Of delight and solitude.

For when the mute

Begins to speak

The mind starts to judge

The integrity of the source.

Nothing so beautiful has come

Without a price

And the price is too much to bear.

Beauty on the other hand

Can be felt and not seen.

The eyes of the beholder

Are locked into a historic boundary

Of collective memories

And temporary desires.

Truth lies to desire

While the urge to solicit pleasure

Beacons us closer to the never

Ending road of democratic endeavors that are laced

With our home, our church,

Our family and friends;

Memories of what was once the core-the start of the race….

The end of what we deem

As absolute integrity.

HOW MUCH

Integrity beams from within

And cannot be taught

But unraveled and empowered.

We begin with the chalice

Of doctrine and demise

As we are led down the path of

Social awareness.

This awareness is cloaked in

Discreet chards of acceptance;

Sharp shreds of scarring memories

That too often shape our future.

Integrity stands in the way

Of the past by rebuilding blocks of

Truth that lie around yards of youth; a playground of delight

And fortitude in the sandbox

Of self discovery.

Being present-the forefront of

Integrity is the path

That leads us back to where

We are going;

The eternal journey of kingdoms

Within and among that which

We hold so dear; that sacred place

Of right and wrong and proof

That we are exactly as we are.

We are perfect in that moment

Of disregard and embracement,

The duality of self, the beauty

In one, the core of integrity.

This is our value.

This is our worth,

The price we are willing to cost.

FREE

Surprised by the anger


Engulfed by the fright


Fear of the unknown


Is grasped by delight


Succumbed by the envy


Intrigued by the disguised


The blind death of beauty


Has plucked out mine eyes


Ordained fervors


Enriched disease


Brings the unlevered man


Down to his knees


For when this mute


Begins to speak


The terminal, the tainted


Begin to weep


Sadness, death,


The glory disdain


Surround, encumber


No longer to tame


Unleash the poet


Engulf his scream


Believe the child


Ornate the dream

TRUTH

Unconstrained fear, fearless presence

Oh tainted one; venomous art thou

Thy lovely rose of death! Hark!

For unto us doth thy mouth decree.

Sinless peonage un-succumbed by fear

Whose spirit doth beguile me

To the depths of ageless atonement

For the sacrificial rites of passage

That only thee could atone

Only thy presence doth cast away

Abomination

Only your love doth lift

The pilgrims forward

For unbeknownst to me is the

Forwardness of the law of your voice

Which calls to me

I hear the blows being dealt

And am no longer a man in twain

Forgiven by her whose slaves are

No longer amid the crying

Lofty angels smile at the babe

Who knows no fear

The child hears the only true voice;

The voice from within.

The world negates and socially smothers

The only true wisdom;

The un-teachable wisdom

Which is not searched for, but found

Echoes search for the endless reverberation

Yet these waves no longer crash to shore

The sands have filtered through

The rutty grips of earthly wages and rages

Of war, feast and famine

Our deafening cries of silence are

Held mute before the groaning masses;

An ever throbbing, ever ebbing flow

Of bloodless passions continually

Usurps our mindless questions

Of our utopian societies gathered

And scattered in one accord for

The patriarch monarchy whose quest

Is to quench the thirsting need

Of knowledge

So speak oh Truth!

Break down the walls of scorn!

Speak so the bellowing of the

Mindless followers

Becomes a barrier between the bewitched

And those who wish to be rich.

Speak so I too can feel alive once more.

I too can dwell in the most high place -

The nirvana of the nebulous one.