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I dream of you I fantasize I see you when I close my eyes I speak your name With every breath I vow to love you Unto death I think of you All the day long My love expressed In verdant song I speak of you To all my friends I long for you When each day ends I see your smile In every face In my heart you hold A special place I know that we Were meant to be And that you're the only One for me And when I go To sleep at night I know this love Is more than right
I am the ring around Saturn spinning words as particles of ice and dust with the power to transcend I am the original chosen to be right here right now transmitting verbal frequencies through speaking my thoughts into existence I am the heir of omnipotence, born with a direct connection to profound abundance The one whose words will age, yet still have substance; since there are no boundaries attached to my pen I am constant energy Translating personal experience into imagery Vulnerable to tyranny, yet i continue attempting to share some truth through this abstract language of poetry I am the core I am that I am more I am the Divine Presence that is the Source of my rewards I am the green you get when you mix too much yellow with the blue That shade of gold you get when the sun resides into darkness and when it ascends in the dawn burning dew I am the transition between the third and fourth dimension of time; the love you feel when you realize how it feels I am the poem that is abstractly direct because I write beyond limits absorbing frequencies from 3 to 8 hertz through meditation for several minutes I am the one bridging the gap between the analog ascension and the direct connection to spirit The one who is love because I am a descendent of it I am the rhythm that the wind blows I am the beginning and the ending of stories told about the universe and how miracles unfold I hold the power to accept judgement from those who will do just that Not knowing that I am them in the absolute reality of me Judge that I am knowledge beyond measure because that is my right So I continue meeting the different parts of me when I meditate and write Who am I? I AM, THAT, I AM
Ah, memory is a fickle lover succumbing to the tide grasping for the grains of sentiment sometimes left. In cold or torrid waves, spent passions now abide for you have left me, long ago, I'm now, alone bereft. Grasping for the grains of sentiment sometimes left: beside a roaring bonfire, where sparks on night winds glide; for you have left me, long ago, I'm now alone, bereft. I huddle in a dune's dark shade with nothing left inside. Beside a roaring bonfire, where sparks on night winds glide, we conceive a wayward child, a changeling child, a thief. I huddle in a dune's dark shade with nothing left inside, as the waves of age and ages, return only grief. We conceive a wayward child, a changeling child, a thief. In cold or torrid waves, spent passion now abides, as the waves of age and ages, return only grief, ah, memory is a fickle lover succumbing to the tide.
If the spirit moves me I will speak I will share words that no-one wants to hear I will speak them I will speak them loud and clear If the spirit moves me If the spirit moves me I will see I will see Beauty that no-one else can see I will see it far and near around me and in all things If the spirit moves me If the spirit moves me I will hear I will hear things no-one else can hear I will hear the universe speaking to me and I will hear If the spirit moves me If the spirit moves me I will feel I will feel the pain of others I will feel their happiness too I will be able to empathize If the spirit moves me If the spirit moves me I will taste joy and laughter I will live my life in peace I will find love I will live on in the ever-after If the spirit moves me © Christine A Kysely All Rights Reserved (October 25, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin USA)
Blue – for your arm wrapped around my clavicle. I thought I would loose my breath. Red – for the cusp of our hip bones struggling to pull the drunken color from our orange cheeks. and our sweat, our sweat, our sweat evaporating in the drenched summer air. Our pants futile afterthoughts Left crumpled on the floor It is here I asked for your respect And you filled me with it. Orange – for the musk smell of our blanket den. I would watch the way dawn light speckled your shoulders, pale, white-blue Iridium. I would trace the ink of your skin, fingertip hovering a half inch from your bone. Green – for how my name would hesitate on your breath in brief puffs like dandelion seeds blown from My wistful lips when I was eleven waiting for them to bring back my wish. Black – for my sleeveless dress, as we strolled from your father's funeral. It was the only time I watched you cry. There were little holes in the cement sidewalk. They filled with rain, oil And your tears. I watched your face change through their watery colored reflections. Pink – for the way your skin repels from my Touch, quivers as though my finger- print were a red hot poker. You haven't allowed me to touch you In a year. Purple – for the color of her font, as she responds to you. It is an eager Color. She responds with all the passion of an Eskimo kiss. You left her waitng..always. I have been special to you, she replies to your overtures. Her letters Who blush like a maid Who's felt the hot moist whisper of something naughty tickle against her ear lobe. White – for the way your eyes punch accusations sharper then your razor tongue. They spit blue crackled lightening, like an angry alley cat. My words cannot reach you here. You will leave. We will divide our booty Words that once held my name like a piece Of carefully folded origami now hiss cold devoid like the plaster of our empty room. Grey- for the morning now knocking on my window. I am livid in my withdrawal, tossing and turning I can find no comfort in the tangle of these vacant sheets.
You are the wild flower in my palm With no stem to keep you anchored to this covetous earth You are the fragile thing I dare not cup, As your petals whittle away under the wind And flit unfettered in the air; Exaggerated fear leaves my fingers numb Hungry need leaves my fingers twitching And my hand is paralyzed by turmoil As every breath of wind takes another petal from me And brings to my lungs, my chest and my heart An overwhelming scent of need- You are the wild beauty in my palm And I dare not hold you to my chest For I fear to crush you To know first hand That caged beauty, is beauty no more.
Raindrops are like my thoughts falling down into my mind sending goose bumps down my spine Their cool aftermath cleanses me of my thoughts of fear and uncertainty about what tomorrows pain may bring They make me feel, wet with creativity drenched in my optimistic illumination. glistening raindrops, my thoughts leave paths of pleasurable distress, and hope of success which road, less traveled may be the best Forget an umbrella when these raindrops arrive, I walk outside arms open wide Ready to Receive whatever the mind storm may bring because raindrops are as my thoughts, falling down into my mind sending shivers down my spine My brain, yearns for the rain, to wash away the pain, tomorrows worry does bring One special drop could speed up life's clock to the time I can handle my own and not dwell inside my controllers home For raindrops are, like my thoughts falling down into my mind sending goose bumps down my spine
I saw a death shadow in the eyes of my infancy a soft mercy with calm blue fancy, in childhood, when free will asserted it's wild supremacy we sang of star charriots and laughter loyal to hyperactivity, I see a death shadow in the prime of my ascendancy outlining my temple of truth, whistling thy words of wizardry, I hear It like the madness of morning's ending, I taste It as if from the burning breast milk of a Dragoness, I see It in the bleeding smile of my heart's kindness, I speak to It when love's luster unlocks the lunacy of loneliness, I feel the humble shade of It's jade justice in a world hot and hustling, My death shadow has a surface sweet with patient purpose, It is not rough with forboding frost that frights the fight of flesh, rattling the scythe of doom and cackling for cataleptic crisis it does not, It is not a grim God or a greedy Goddess, no taxing terror trumpeted, It has never been an angel of escape or a demon of dour delirium, when suffering becomes a seduction of brute beauty I share in it's wise joy, my death shadow follows the desperate yet disciplined form of my body battle through life's plethora of coy poisons and possessive passions, marching along side me with martial grace, sculpting my face with lion spirit - J.A.B.
Alone in loneliness Amid forever nights And these four walls In faint, whisper soft your name I beg out loud to the nothingness that remains "Please not another nightmare, no more storms" But, answers are merely glimpses of light From lightening... Filtering through the pane Empty sheets... Cast empty shadows on the wall Of places where you used to be Eyes wide open Now asleep, afraid I am to fall Trapped within this never ending dream I cling to all the memories that I have Spinning me closer to where you were, in parallel on the edge The thoughts, like imaginary rubble, comes tumbling passed A fire for you still burning inside Why can't I let go of the tragedies last And silence your unrescued suicidal screams Or is it only the rain falling faster as it taps harder, and harder upon the glass Or is it of your wandering spirit Mockingly knocking? Haunting with its vindications Of "why's" I can never seem to grasp All this amidst lost stares into black windows Where gutters overrunning, burdened by the strains And I swear I see your reflection Among the flashes, tracing out illuminations about your face And for the first time You are noticeably absent of all the worldly pains And your lips releasing out a comfort that for so long I've been seeking As I hear the words echo within my stormy heart "That where you are everything is okay"
We sit alone in the shadows outside, Blowing smoke rings in the dark; Watching them rise and then divide, The cherry just a glowing spark; This is what living is all about, I'm more happy now than I care to admit; Talking, laughing, and hanging out, Just sitting here with our cigarettes lit; Blowing smoke rings towards the sky, Your simple words tugging at my heart; I lean on your shoulder with a satisfied sigh; And watch as they slowly drift apart; Doing all the things we shouldn't do; I liked being here alone with you, Blowing Smoke rings in the dark...
He told me to write a poem About beauty, wind blowing Hair tossing , dream making stunning Gorgeousness of living Beauty addicts and blind ambitions Movie stars and historical happenings Formal dresses, women in high heels with Faces meant to smile That's what poems should be about, he says, Your good at that kind of thing, just spit it out "Shawty, write a poem about beauty, that's real poetry" "Everything is beautiful, baby…" "But what is beautiful to you?" Beautiful. Births and rebirths Phoenix Red celestial torching of the hearts Interlocking fingers in twilight Kisses, Death, sorrow, crocodile tears Laughter, Ecstasy , black White, brown, yellow, silver crimson Skin on skin, chest to chest, on and on, soft Hard City light heaving, breathing against the Ebony sky Natural Twinkle of diamond shadows, Cosmos, Atoms, Hydrogen bonds, Electrons Nucleus, matter, anti-matter Smash together, slither mutually To create harmony. Everything. Everything is beautiful. "Just write about that then.." "Not everything has to be written, somtimes you just have to live it out.." "What's the point then?? What's the point of writing about butterflies and waterfalls? I just don't see it? Why do you have to doll everything up and make it more then what it is? Not everything has to be picked apart and analyzed." "Mmm, I suppose." "What's real poetry to you?" "Everything..." "I don't understand." I recline and rest my head on his chest Tracing lines of thought on the ceiling Helping him dismantle the universe and put it back together In his own way Enjoying lyrical symphonies of life Breath by breath… Together Silent "This, baby, This is real Poetry.."
When I am Colder,Older and then alone... I will collect the sky on my own... When the art has faded and the days then fade- when everyone has gone away... I may finally see what never was saw .....ahhhhhhhhhhhhh............... the quiet sky The unlit room which bares my end...shows the flashes of my pains my joys and sins. This life has been a strange one since the curtains were drawn These paper and plastic figures have clouded the dawn I was once younger,foolish,and obsessed with truth Now I am bitter,sour,dour faced with my heart under shoe The children were all searching or lost in a crowd All weeds in a garden...growing vile and foul Though beauty was sold it never came true Obsessions and vanity have traveled safe through Materials and poison and everything lost have been burned in the fires or lost in the frost I stand face to mirror tearing my being apart Winding thoughts of love,pain,god,and art As the sun sets and the darkness grows I too shall follow this pattern in tow Death has a friendly hand and a pretty face She has given me comfort as I leave this place The wars have occurred,humanity's lost Souls have been burnt in the fire or lost in the frost Day was Life,Night is Death And the latter has given counsel on my final steps
Blood that screams mixes with tears of fears, Over your hypocrisy and useless years. Fresh cuts don't matter - your attentions yet wane. It's just too easy to shut down, I could end this pain. But, escape artists aren't artists at all. When life ends the real journey begins, the journey to be Above imperfection and glorified weakness everyone sees. Life trickles into the drain of the sink, wash it and pretend The veil is burning off,but there is only so much fire can mend Besides, escape artists aren't artists at all.
This disconnected intellect of society in retrospect Is nothing but a retro spectrum of colors. Gold chains and disco lights, Black, white, and grey faces, red Adidas stripes with no laces Cardboard boxes unfolded on concrete streets Where the founding fathers of modern culture would meet And write our Constitution by moving their feet. With a spectacular repertoire of flashy moves And a deep reservoir of verbs that mingled with words in the mind's river That flowed from the banks of lips as the first freestyle When style was really free. Not compromised, chopped up, glamorized, marketed, processed, pasteurized and then subliminally delivered as a shrink-wrapped, shiny medium of bad ideas. Back when people actually had ideas, Not just the regurgitation of pre-chewed vomit music. The DJs cooked up beats in their basements Just crack for the bass-heads Denied treble 'cause trouble was all they were faced with. There was music laced with dope, and dope was good. The evolution. Darwinism of hip-hop. You know what I mean? Of course not 'cause these young bucks would rather spend fifteen dollars on 50 Cent Then spend fifty cents on a education. Flagrant, our testimonial to a religion that's pagan We pray to money, pray to greed, pray to fame, pray to succeed And denounce life when we pray that our bullet hits its target. The Boogie Oogie became the Boogaloo And the Electric Slide met the electric chair. Time is money. Money is life. Life is a game. I invest Monopoly money in the New World Clock Exchange To collect interest in fate and become disinterested in buying my life back. My soul is currency, currently spent on reverting from the current state. Back to when sex was more taboo than a smile Back to when freedom didn't equal censorship Back to when love for family didn't negate the fact that times change. Back to when the Big Hand spun backwards two seconds too late. And minutes were miniscule and minute, hip-hop was rediculed Not because it was demeaning, but because it represented Revolution. An occurrence that has come and gone with the wind. My name is Hip-Hop O'Hara and I am in love with Civility Wilkes. Reverend Run preached gospel, now he rolls in his grave If musical revelation is impossible, than who will be saved? The essence in lyrics is kept underground in a cage. Struggling to survive like illiterate slaves. Reaching for freedom, which lies on the next page. Free the music.
What if age was determined By the amount of life experiences you had Would you be an old timer, seasoned Or a young naïve lad? Would you change the way you lived Or would you be satisfied? Would changes to your life be massive, Or would you seek a priest to confide? I wonder why we don't live more Not knowing when the curtain falls Instead we tread on egg-shell floors As if we plan when the bell tolls..
She laughed as softly as if she cried Her smile revealed things only I could see My love and joy swelled up untill I cried I wondered though would she ever love me Her smile revealed things only I could see Now would I tell her of the things I thought I wondered though would she ever love me What is this feeling that has made me taut Now would I tell her of the things I thought All other food but love I'd surely spare What is this feeling that has made me taut My life I'd gently give to her with care All other food but love I'd surely spare Then I would be hers and she would be mine My life I'd gently give to her with care I'd love her dearly throughout time Then I would be hers and she would be mine A life together we would have to build I'd love her dearly throughout time I'd be her love, companion and her shield A life together we would have to build My love and joy swelled up until I cried I'd be her love,companion and her shield She laughed as softly as if she cried
'The Power Of A Poet' 32nd Senryu Look How Devoted The Power of A Poet See How Words Spoke It This Poem is My Tribute to: Carolyn Devonshire (The Dove) and James (The Highlander) Fraser for your Powerful collaboration on: Mother Nature's Revenge It Was Truly Awesome MoonBee
A fleeting still small voice tries to warn me A sudden overwhelming desire to run The tell tale taste of metallic flakes Means my nightmare has begun Everything around takes on a ghostly pallor A landscape of anguish and corrosion A moment of silence before the violence The flash of light, the brilliant explosion The sound of the Sun fills my ears Fear, my throat, though none escapes me And paralyzed I clench my eyes As my tormentor prepares to rape me And it's endeavor is absolute Consumption is its ultimate goal It exists to chase me so it can erase me Whilst feasting on my soul And then that familiar salty smell The sudden rush of warmth so stings Engaging me relentlessly In vile unspeakable things Over and over and over again My limbs stretched and wrought As it's teeth tear my bones bare It's mind defiles my thoughts And still wounds beget wounds beget wounds As in the mouth of madness I suffer And with every injury he just seems to be Rougher and rougher and rougher Then just as suddenly as it began it ceases And for a moment I am clearer And then the true horror of it all Is revealed in a darkly lit mirror There in front of me stands my destroyer Face flush with it's fill of my pain And I find that it's eyes and mine My God, they're one in the same
So, here we are again, my dear Our wondering hearts are trembling with fear Of the step we took in the pale moonlight Now, beholding each other in the bright sunlight. Remember our plan? We'll take it slow We'll allow our hearts and love to grow Without the pressure of passion released Too soon - but now, where do we go? Is it time for us now to say good bye - Do we gather ourselves and give it a try; Are we done, my love, and now we start On a future that tears our love apart? Oh, help me now to understand How we lost control of our senses and That now, our passion being fulfilled We ponder if our love is stilled. Yes, here we are again, sweet dear, Two wondering hearts now filled with fear For the step we took while under the moon Was it too soon, my love - too soon? Composed 12/29/2010 Entry in the Hotsy Totsy Contest Sponsored by: Rachel Firmin
Inspired by one of my favorite bands, Rise Against, and the song is called, "Ever-changing" (Acoustic). Please listen to this song if you don't know of it. It's raw & powerful. "Have you ever been a part of something? That you thought would never end. But then, of course, it did." –Rise Against "I fell in 'Like' with you" With her smile I melted unto oblivion's redemption Candy coated perceptions, windows' gap Seeping brilliance refreshment Uncertainty resolution, polished Absorbed into closeness sun Yet these eyes still…see Butterflies taking notice, missing you…as you stood in front of me Strong, yet soft legs Foundation of my face to rest upon Scars…fading A cremated sin Yet, elongated moments of silence Created abruption's new face The face of change When she turned to me and said "I'm not sure, anymore" Emotional lullaby, rocking me to sleep New battles with spectral flashback Trying to get under my skin, a drunken tick facing demise Phoenix's sunrise, rejuvenating my recycled defenses Yet, today, these rays just aren't bright enough to burn sadness away And with these sounds of storm clouds & Fall on horizon's breath These grounds are so familiar, yet bittersweet This heart doesn't want to be enlightened by karma today It wants to be held for how it shines now Denied…distance wins again today Slavery whipped punishments in miles and blocks This must end Because I try to keep lines open to get a call from you Yet all I hear are booty calls with busy signals And yet something has kept me here too long But can they leave me, if I'm already gone? Something has kept me here too long Karma's laughter But, through it all, I will shine … How I wish my mere presence can bring joy's tear to her eye Sadly though, now, the lines are drawn Yet I wonder if this feeling is gone Have the best parts of this…come and gone? … Maybe I'll never know the truth Perhaps she was misguided by jealousy's deprivation Deteriorating heart's splendor While I fell in "like" with her Perhaps "Better Man 2.0" appeared from Cloud 9's fallacy While I fell in "like" with her Perhaps She held onto the past As I, drawn to waterfall's edge Allowed myself To let go…and F A L L © Drake J. Eszes "We adore those who hurt us. Yet, we hurt those who adore us." -Anonymous
Such deep amber green eyes Stare into me Like arrows that so delicately pierce my heart She is covered in a curtain of black woven cloth Ah but her hair flows like caramel She is concealed and wrapped, the camouflage of fear The burka hiding the princess within I may not see with my eyes Oh but how my heart dreams Of running in the meadows, laughter at our own happiness Her voice is musical, and softly charms my soul I am lost in illusions, of this woman in chador She hides inside this blackness Her heart protected by dragons In the dragons lair so deep I gaze intently into this darkness I breathe the fire of rejection I have no chance with this maiden of such beauty You see Her dress is blue like the summer breeze Her hair blonde like the golden skies She is the desire of many a suitor As she sleeps in the drum tower High above all of loves intentions The bailey her only wanderings As you see the only burka she ever wore Was around her heart
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I would sit there for many hours Surrounded by my contemplative silence- My senses as warm as my latte; My mind as frosty as my cheesecake The mixed scents of Earl Grey, cinnamon tea, Mocha, and caramel macchiato would encircle me Almost like they slowly become part of My breath: breathe in, then stealthily breathe out I would hear laughter coming from one Corner and whispering from another And each corner would seem to me more like A different world, each as distant as an era I would at times engage in a crossword puzzle Or skim through all the contemptuous headlines And at other times I would simply read, think, Write, or just watch some cars indolently pass by The sounds of music playing, coffee brewing, fork-knife Clattering and people chewing would all form A unanimous sound: Serenity I swallow it down with every sip of my coffee In these amber hues for hours I would sit Amidst these faces, leather chairs, and empty Spaces- the same coffee would brew, the same Music would play, and my same mind would In its serenity, so utterly subdue
Keep well away from dark, forbidding dreams -- Instead, stay near the hearth and play your lyre; Sleep even so will wait on wooden beams, Seducing you beside your cozy fire. Meticulous and careful you may be, Evicting darting shadows with the blaze -- Inside your quiet cottage, patiently, Night's emissary holds you in her gaze. The cuckoo calls as midnight church-bells chime; His warning message echoes from the walls -- Enchanted ears have lost all track of time, So far from whispered fears as silence falls. Her chilling hands then rip away your voice, And images assail your inner eyes -- Denying you the act of conscious choice, On captive lips she mixes truth and lies. When sunlight climbs the sky and breaks her spell, She blows a darkened kiss, and bids farewell.
As I place the pen on paper my soul beings to bleed upon the pages my secret longings hopes and dreams of which I hope to be, how I want to reflect me transpire into the universe within my poetic lyricism the warm sweet smoke of my vega blunt swirls about me, flickers in and out of motion as the vanilla candle nearby fights the shadows in my room the cool summer breeze from my window carries dancing sinsemilla fog around me, allowing my mind to adventure elsewhere into the nights abyss of minutes, turned to hours I write pages, of words scribbling my life, struggles and fears Bob Marley and Lauryn Hills "turn your lights down low" beat inspirational peacefulness on my eardrums my small hands delicately pluck my imaginary guitar strings as I join her in a solo, Miss Hill's magical voice cracks with emotion, and my soul tingles with excitement For creativity flows within my veins I breath real music, such as she, as soon as daylight opens thine dark brown eyes to see The poetic flowetry, carries me and speaks to me the notes capture my inner disturbance and desires until the soundtrack of my day takes me into Summers night thoughts of my dreams of being a published poet clearly float into my sight Then, I sit as I place my pen upon the paper black and white turn to one and my soul bleeds onto pages into an early sun
This's the world of dreams and reveries Where I think ev'ry that reels, After a thousands times, would as same beliefs things besought me, Is it a mere dream?
The flower's image before me stares So overwhelmed by the splendor, my fingers become; agitated restless frantic, and what spills sears mine slip; stunning sky blue decorate the sylphs eyes, clustered blond tresses ornament her soft Caucasian flesh to her hips leading this soul's gaze to those, naked distended lips The poet pining for this; petite nubile miss
There was a time in America, when the Bible was taught in the schools. The ten commandments were displayed, as "God's set of rules." There was a time in America, where the cross could be displayed. Even in public places, people came together and prayed. There was a time in America, there was no "church and state" separation. As people all across this country asked God to help this nation. There was a time in America, where people knew right from wrong. You could see it in the way they lived, and could here it in their song. There was a time in America where one was proud to be a Christian. One could take stand for holiness, without coming under "suspicion." There was a time in America, when mom and dad were together… Now, any kind of a commitment to marriage seems lost forever There was a time in America, where many were proud of "tradition." There seems to be a lack of any kind of "spiritual nutrition." There was a time in America, where so many could proudly say; "I'm going to read the bible and go to church on Sunday." This is the time for America, to wake up and try to understand. We need to seek God right now! All over this land! This is the time for America, to listen and begin to hear… The coming of our Lord is drawing ever so near! NOW is the time to seek the Lord, while he may be found! The word of God needs to be read in every city and town! Won't you too seek God and listen to his voice today? Simply give him your heart and life… This could be YOUR day! By Jim Pemberton
Exquisite the ravel of his comforting quilt a pondering notion of wisdom is felt I take a sip of his lovely red wine, Dr. Rams words are better than gold..........simply divine susurrus hymns of love at times or perhaps lissome words in flowing lines silently I sit as his words come to life, Dr. Rams words are better than gold...........simply divine o' the words that linger, perhaps burn inside his heritage, his love, his grand design I fall in dream into his domain of time, Dr. Rams words are better than gold..........simply divine a song of one soul a dance for all, profound a story unraveling with pages alive Dr. Rams words are better than gold.......... simply divine
Skating fingers criss-cross, glide down my neck; Under my clothing feel free to check For a zipper, a button - my body serene, It's far beneath my skin the treasure unseen. Why do you fumble and why with such need Do you remove all my clothing longing to see Bare hips so to know me? Bare back so to know me? Or pink candy stars soft on my breast So to impress on your mind my complete nakedness? I do not stand Revealed, though bare is my skin, I do not stand Exposed, to believe so is sin. You have removed only waves which accent the sea; You cannot fathom the depth of the ocean in me. See my hips – you do not know my rhythm. See my back – you do not know my strength. See my stars – you do not know my dreams: Go ahead, touch me, I am not Naked Well hidden are my seams.
How did you feel when you woke? Were you frightened or lonely, or was your heart broke? Do you feel alone or sometimes afraid? Is it clear that your life's not meeting the grade? Do you feel uncomfortable in your own skin? Do you feel that you're losing, but just want to win? Are you having remorse about what could have been? If so, then it's time to grab paper and pen. Jot some things down you'd like to achieve. Then read them each day and start to believe. We cannot go back and change the past! Standing still today, just won't last. So get ready, prepare, and take care of your needs. It's time to firmly plant His seeds. Start with yourself and the rest will follow. I know right now it's hard to swallow. Be gentle and patient, for there is no doubt, you've been hurting so long, both inside and out. If you know in your heart that something's askew, you must be willing and ready to start anew! There's help for you along the way. You'll receive it for sure, so start to pray. Dear God, Please show me where to start. To You, I know I must open my heart. So say each day, "Thy Will Be Done", and you'll see it, I'm sure, but just don't run. Be open and willing to hear and see, all that He is calling you to be. Follow His signs and stay on the road, and when you ask He'll help bear the load. Don't bring excess baggage for this trip. Keep it simple, you see or you just might slip. You need to remember to stay on track. Once you start, hold nothing back. For the new road you find is the only way. You'll get there soon, if you just don't stray. Now is the time for discipline and prayer. You'll start to believe you're in His care. As you practice and try to do the right things, you'll be eager to see what the next day brings. Your life will be flooded with joy and gladness, and you'll know he's there in times of sadness. Life is still life, but just stop and think. Nothing is solved by making a stink! So put all your worries in God's hands today! There's no reason to keep them, let go and just pray. I know that miracles do come true. Have faith and His promises will be given to you. Michelle D. ©October 17, 2006
in the night, he reaches, my body responds, aching to be near yet the mind screams, pulls back inside its deep recesses familiar pain rears, sits nonchalantly, laughing, taunting me is it I who am loved or am I just involved in the act of love the end justifying the means, a single moment, a brief interlude conveniently remembered and enacted, how can one truly tell? I opened my heart and yet I know, I'm not what he was looking for the knowledge leaves me cold and saddened, ice forming around my core rejection, inferiority, second best, all words that accurately describe yet leave no telltale signs of the great pain that they have inflicted reality and yet my hands roam freely his body as I welcome him inside to lie buried deep within my being, my heart beating furiously the sheer joy of being loved blocking out the fear, feeding on hope even if his emotions are not real, every fibre of my being yearns to one day capture all his love, to see it expressed in his eyes to silently carve my essence indelibly upon his heart, to feel it in his smiles warmth, as his eyes adore each curve the knowledge that says you are mine and I will love you always everyone wants perfection, those that know that they are not nor ever will be the one, suffer from the lies of perfection so here I lie, accepting the very little that is being offered praying to someday find more, existing in that in between world between shadow and light, where nothing is clear, everything is shaded needing to be perfection to someone, as I breathe deeply with eyes drifting into my dreams, helplessly staring across the bed of my future
Futility my heart breathes its last breath Embraces its own death Ready to be reborn and made anew Can't live a lie Refuse to "do" and I'll DIE.... Focus now on why I'll live And never touch the sky. I have to forget you I have to reject you But I will never love anyone like I loved you..... I heard you whisper and you never knew it I wiped the tears from your eyes But you couldn't feel it You're lost and you'll never find you And neither will I And I'm so sorry-- but I'm NOT. I'll attempt to reset Try to forget But you know, I never will. Be my dirty little secret My very worst-kept secret Sweet, smooth, beautiful poison My infernal and endless attraction towards complete and utter self-destruction I fell in love with the devil And it will take one heck of an angel To save me from the likes of you.... My addiction my confusion my nightmare my dream never to come true Oh, I'll never forget the times we never shared I'll never forget how you were never there Always me, the stars, and tears And I ask you, what kind of life is THAT? I have to face the facts I don't know what happens now but it happens without you. The stains will always be there the scars will never fade But the memory of you---- it HAS to. I could carry the torch forever But it would only consume me I can't cry another tear for you Or I'll dry up completely It doesn't affect you and you never deserved me You'll go on with your life, too All, all alone Because you'll only ever be in love with you.
Smokeless inhales hurt. I cough tar on my shirt. As my black lungs breathe, Shrilling exhales wheeze. Cabrona Falls me Down to My knees. The nicotine cracks My will. My composure Spills. I want This. I must Have this. I sink Into The brink Of madness.
I slept full of hope and dreams I awoke empty and forgotten Careless as I was back then Morning sounds swirling in my ears Pointless thoughts filling my head "She can." but will she ever again "She is." though no longer for me I stood alone and stiff I walked slow and without purpose Careless as I was back then The smell of spring mingled with sunshine as the touch of day warmed me no more "I was." but I threw it all away "I did." though I do not know why I hoped for a day without me I cried where no one could see Careless as I was back then Was this longing joyless and caretaking awaiting its chance to bring me home again Or was I lost forever here like a wounded angel Despaired and angry the evening came again Without warning Without love Without consumption Without her "In her arms," I wondered as the sun slipped away "would I feel whole again?" my hurt had wasted another day I laid down empty and forgotten I slept full of hope and dreams Careless as I was back then
people think i'm peculiar to have think outside the box to have act not like anyone else to have a though heart but they just don't know who i am for i have a sensitive heart i cried easily and fragile but everybody has a flaw sometimes I cried when I can decide things sometimes I lost and don't know where to go can find a life goal up until now and again, everybody has a flaw I like happiness laughing with everybody sharing stories and telling jokes making this world a stage of comedy i filled my life with dreams and hopes looking for ways to brighten people's life keeping faith though sometimes faded but it is the only thing keeping me from crumbling i like the philosophy about love seeing peaceful energy that emerges someday i wished i could be among them who fight in the name of love a visionary a dreamer an artist a coward a clown a lover a fighter what i love about me.
The steady pull of temptation-- a tease on my resolution. When I can sleep, I take what dreams afford me. In these dreams, my 'noxide comes to ward me. Her smoke is an invitation. my conscience falls for the con science of my imagination. I give in and reality spins. Between the sleeps, I lie in sanity. I wonder: Did I give into my humanity? did I'd err? Is that smoke in the air?
We knew love together hand in hand. Memories are still living. With are walks upon the sand. Seashells in a old wooden box. The oceans spray. A vanishing form down by the old docks. A bottle without a message comes in with the tide. Try as I must this pain I cannot hide. That old lighthouse stands as strong as should I. The tide changes yet never does die.
Defiance Digging in my heels I'm ready to run, onward I go with my back to the rising sun Shadow demons be gone pester me not, I'll run so fast that you'll soon be forgot Newly reborn with no sign of a savior, renouncing the old ways desolate behavior Forged in fathoms of what could have been, not knowing how not knowing when My legs tighten I take off in the sand, in search of tomorrow in search of new land Burning back from the sweltering heat, blisters echo my pain in my pounding feet Relentless I run from my shoes I break free, running as fast as I can to my destiny Dried out earth slowly turns green, desert skies of red turn a blue and white serene Grass under foot a new way is found, no longer am I tethered no longer am I bound Freedom calls to me bellowing from within, where will it end where should it begin Breaking the summit confident I leap, my dreams my desires these things I will keep Diving down toward the crystal river, no more regret no more fear not even a sliver Splashing down into the waters cleanse, my conviction is what my success depends Swimming to the shore naked to the sun, it's my time to rebuild my time has begun Drakavai2013
young lovers know that traggic passion blind to failure blind to everything that doesnt see them togather. So in early morning passion just befor light. they slip off togather dreams and hope taken along for the ride. long brown chessnut colored hair flowing out the window along with are dreams. A fence post marker the road togther holds a certin magic it seems. Love made from state to state the waterfall to which we did race skinny dippin togather by that old forgoten place Your naked beauty etched within my mind along with the hapinees reflected from your face. Broke down in blue springs Missouri. Now i dont question why your eyes were overcast with worry. Apart the nightmare cant erase thoose nights spent laying in blissful silence your head apon my chest. Memories depend apon your view. I 'll just kiss the that jasmine scented southern breeze for the rest. My darlin I ask fingers interlocked with time my heart what shall be are plan. A tear touches that vision of a face. As you recall the memories of when togather we ran. Inspired by a dream about the other half of my heart.
not sure how she got here only know she needs to leave underneath the stranger my arm numb; asleep, mouth a desert. a hundred dead cigarettes dance my tongue dry princess of night exposed by light. get me out of this; another dreaded morning mess. bed broken along with my will. I swore never again; the lie is half the thrill. ~JSLambert
his smile mesmerized her her scent intoxicated him his eyes hypnotized her her touch magnetized him.. precious moments linger... passionately divinely sensually his strong hands caressed her her flowing hair tickled him his sweet kisses captivated her her playfulness enticed him purely safely freely precious moments linger... his tenderness showered her her dewy glow bathed him his legs entwined with hers her legs entwined with his.. precious moments linger... for eternally they are... his and hers.
YOU'RE THE WEAK ONE You're the weak one, you're a bully. The weak one is definitely not me. The bully is always the weak one, but your weakness you can't seem to see. So, I'm going to try to shed a little light on your weak and inappropriate ways. Your weakness began on your first bullying day. Your false sense of power is not strength at all; it is a cry for help desperately trying to break through. I actually feel a little sorry for you. Weak kids like you always seek to find other kids they can dominate. Bullies do this with vicious words, inappropriate actions, and misguided hate. Is being a weak bully the banner you want to carry for the rest of your life? Get rid of the bully banner forever; take up a banner that shows respect, understanding, and tolerance for others, and always hold that one very high. Al Johnson
I heard he wrote a good line That he had flair and style And as I read his work That captured me for a while And there he was, this gray beard A stranger to my heart Strumming my soul with his keyboard Writing my emotions with his heart Caressing me softly with his rhyme Caressing me softly with his rhyme Caressing me softly with his love I felt all elevated my Emotions all on fire I felt that he knew me Read my thoughts outloud I prayed he won't leave me Just keep on caressing me awhile for he was Strumming my soul with his keyboard Writing my emotions with his heart Caressing me softly with his rhyme Caressing me softly with his rhyme Caresssing me softly with his love He wrote poems as if he knew me In my darkest days Then he read right through me Oh! How much I really craved For he was Strumming my soul with his keyboard Writing my emotions with his heart Caressing me softly with his rhyme Caressing me softly with his rhyme Caressing me softly with his love Caressing me softly with his l--o--v-e (This is a take off on the song "Killing Me Softly With His Song". I heard it as an instrumental and this just hit me. It applies to all soupers whose poetry has touched my heart as well as some of my well know poets and poetessess.) Written by: Sara Kendrick
It waits... A prickle about to lodge In the heart of a Mighty Light Above the low-dipped setting sun The Knightly Night prepares to come To lift me like a rising fog Up to greet the countless stars - That twinkle at a Sun's descent. The horizon painted with lullaby Of colours and their somber tune Day's bed is laid behind blue mountains And quietly it goes to sleep. Inside the womb of a Sleeping Day Begins a fierce protest of dreaming thoughts Now stirred awake. Then out of the thick and cluster And whatever dangers of flight await Newborn wings of thought emerge And rise and rise and rise Captured by the winds of Night - Arisen To wander heights To kiss the skies To dance to the gentle humming Of spirit drums - Wings beating A duet with the breeze. So when day comes breaking through Dawn is greeted by what was writ At the festival of it's eve. With merriment's ink: A Kiss; A dance; A song etched deep: Art carved out of sky. Title: Night Poem
Through them one can see an ocean. Her ocean. It's there beyond. Beyond the stars. The stars in her eyes. Upon her sea there are no boats. If you wade too far, there is no hope of rescue. Still where her beaches are, there's warm soft sand. For her to walk. Peaceful and calm. Save the gentle breeze tickling her arm. Save the calls of the sea gulls. She holds some wet stones cupped in her left hand. Shiny and sparkling. But, not always beautiful. Not always smooth and soothing to touch. She contemplates each in turn. Her collection. Then she gazes out upon the ocean and above it to the stars. The stars beyond. And so, they are reflected there. Forever reflected there in her eyes.
The Bible Is The Inspired Word of God! I heard someone say "the Bible was written by man." But there's a truth I don't think he understands. God used man to simply be an "inspired instrument." This was more than some type of "experiment." God used many different people from various places. He used them from both the Jewish and Gentile races! Though the words spanned a long period of time… They were written with all of us in mind! It was as if God himself had taken the pen. He spoke directly through different men. All of the books are together with a common goal. To bring the words of God to the common soul. I would encourage to read the Bible for your direction. Allow God's words to daily be your inspiration! Won't you read from Genesis through Revelation? You can learn about God's gift of salvation! The Bible speaks of God's love and holiness too! And speaks to the heart of how much HE LOVES YOU! You can also learn about eternity in a heavenly mansion! Your life can receive a blessed "abundant life expansion!" Through the words of Christ, you'll be blessed! As you find in him a comfort and a haven of rest! I invite you to read and apply God's truth today! And be transformed by what he really has to say! By applying Biblical principles in how you're living! You'll be blessed by the awesome words God is giving! By Jim Pemberton
Working double time Feeling on my own Now all I want Is to go home Where there is some one There who cares Yet I am so damn tired Soul feels as if it has been impaired Making next to nothing In this full time job Now I have to do school work Oh my god Have you ever felt As if bitterness has overwhelmed the soul Only wishing for it to be sweetened Yet every day you wake up As if your body has been brutally beaten And nothing you can possibly do Could bring joy to your life All actions you make Feel as if you've slit your wrist with a knife I have been to hell and back And understanding, I lack So don't skrew with me now Cause I just may attack And your bells I now Intend to memorably rack
Rising from within my quill Waves of ink crest and crash Upon the papered shoreline Riding in and out on the tides Of yesterday found… Sullying the once untainted With both the rash and tender Of the restive poetic spirit An autonomous symbiosis Of today's moments… Endlessly seeking identification Ink scrawled candle flames illume Scratched out paths into tomorrow The journey of the minds eye Of tomorrows chance… Each penning a new step forward Into our own intangible dreams Our elusive target moves ever further Where no direction can lead us on Of our poetic hopes…
Sexy is the way her lips move on his ear. Never touching always whispering things I'll never hear.
I'm So Thankful That Christ Saved Me! I'm so thankful that Christ chose to save me! I'm grateful for the life that he gave me! I'm so thankful for extending his warm embrace! And for planting my life on a solid place! I'm so thankful for all that God is doing! His spirit in my life is what he is renewing! I'm thankful for the opportunity to be one of his own! I ask for his blessing in my life and home! I'm forever grateful for his sacrifice on the cross! He is my hope! When all seems hopeless and lost! Thank you my Lord for being so gracious to me! You have given me your grace abundantly! Thank you Jesus for being my friend! How I love you again and again! You are the one that I cherish and adore! You've given me hope and peace and so much more! By Jim Pemberton
Words are just a decoy An excuse to dance around the truth Underestimated silence Proves language is uncouth Your gut will always tell you What your heart tries to ignore Most try their best to silence it Stirring an internal war Why deny yourself of happiness? Why pretend logic is correct? Why hide behind a curtain? Why pretend our hearts select? Ignorance is truly bliss Too bad that's not our case Lets take a risk and show our courage Let our souls meet face to face.
Duality spreading through the land Above my head; beneath my hands The greatest darkness I'll become Or one to show you the brightest sun Open my eyes unto this world Forget the silence I had heard Lingering on into this earth A sense of evil without worth Open my eye as I recall Imagination as I fall The pain of knowing what I was A monster blinded by their cause A pleasurable passion to restart The thought of choices in my heart Not what to follow - to agree Instead remembering humanity Create a universe from sand Building foundations without my hands Turning the darkness into light With a simple understanding of the night The paradoxes I can find Knowing we're not free will free our minds In seeing shadows we feel the sun Closing our eyes reveals freedom
I'm Agonizing every Word that my mind Creates You've done this all to me release your wrath to Me You wonder How much a Human Heart can take I've reached the limit You've invaded me on every level none of this is Mine anymore I can't bleed enough for You We're through This, This Torture Homicidal With You Suicidal Without You Feel Free to abuse If it's you I won't lose The Winds push away The Vines pull forth I'm at a lose on what to do So very lost and Confused Don't say we're through Homicidal With You Suicidal Without You I Hate you ...Don't leave me I push you so far away But need you so close I'm on the edge you're all I really need I'll do anything Just don't Abandoned me leaving has it's toll Homicidal With You Suicidal Without You
Complete darkness No sound at all This is where you live No one to talk to The blackness, engulfing Smothering the air out of you In this vast void with lack of light You are forced to believe That you see a speck A tiny green light Way off in the distance This blot of light brings so much hope So many desires You can hardly breath Suddenly the light grows larger You feel elated Then FLASH Complete darkness No sound at all Things are back To the way they will always be
The rage I feel now is boiling inside, pressure in my head I have never liked this feeling when I've felt it before, too close to being dead I am tormented between jealousy and guilt, not sure how to deal If I could figure it all out and make it all right, to tell only which is real My head is throbbing hard, my eyes real sore, something's gotta break I lie in my bed and think it all through, not sure how much more I can take No one on the phone, no knock at the door, no answer to my call If it does not change soon, honest to God, I fear I am going to fall With one final thought, I head for the door, a crime I am to commit Rage filling me now, unable to stop, damned, this I will admit
Those Sounds That Now Arrive In Early Morn Can one ever believe in this hope and life, when infancy now has no great strife? Yet soon a decision simply must be made, nobody sits forever in contented shade! In this ole world evil and chaos abounds, chases us like a mad pack of wild hounds. Across flowering meadows we swiftly race, doing most anything to not this life face. Sadly, desperate flaws we all must endure our souls weak, none so clear and pure. Living bravely is what we really should do, this world's low standards give no clue. Often our silence seals our sad fate, yell or scream before its too late! When that boulder hits you from above, curse it and swiftly give it a shove. Along this path signs will soon appear, yield not to the ever present fear. Boldly strive to give love that is true knowing, a record is always kept on you. We may see with our poor, muddy eyes, its all there in our imagination skies. A ship with our happiness its only load, upon these stormy seas we must be bold! Are we to be mere victims of our world, never defiant with our banner unfurled? Nay, tis better we pray for hope greater, follow not the path of saddened life hater. This life is now resting in a true, loving place faith, love and joy smile upon this face. Those sounds that now arrive in early morn; Yes, I remember- they were there back when I was first born! Robert J. Lindley, 01-24-2015 note: Facing life with courage and hope. Ending will come someday but I now know I was granted mercy, a great blessing and true love of wife , family and friends!
The fresh morning air, crisp, wet, fragrant, alive delivers a shock to the sleeping mind waking the senses coming out of a drowsy yawn the new day dawns with vibrant colors echoing the motivation for change in my soul bright reds and golds warm the chilled, dew covered earth with the promise of tenderness and love the rising sun itself strengthens the resolve made in the darkness of night to grasp onto life to live it! To Love it! Not to let anymore of it pass by with pessimistic lethargy a brand new day has begun breathe in the vigor, feel the promise, live the power!
Walking the seashore of slumber Passivity's humid breath A moment of sweet need In serenity of my minds eye Where I am truly safe It is only those azure eyes The scent of Auburn hair That crashes my momentary… One breath entails my need It all slowly falls away Entering that undiscovered country Resembling dream A solemn place where words Spoken without consequence Float into turquoise skies Without meaning…
From The Time After God's Creation… From the time after God's beautiful creation… Between man and God… Sin has caused a separation! When God looked down upon all of mankind. Fellowship with man was what he had in mind! We were all created to bring honor to his name. But sin has brought much wickedness and shame! Sin has created an enormous "moral cavity." Mankind has reached an "immoral depravity!" Through God's son, a way has been made. His life for yours, on Calvary, was paid! Though mankind sinned, God didn't forget us! Jesus is here right now! He never left us! Through Christ' blood, our lives can be cleansed! A new life in Christ is where victory begins! Won't you come to the Lord who created you? It is no secret how much he loves you! Won't you come? Why there's still time? God has a purpose and a plan with you in mind! His grace and love can change you throughout! Knowing Jesus is what true life is all about! By Jim Pemberton
I have tried, For months I have tried, to let go of your haunting memory. I can't. Behind every fake smile I give, I blindly hope I give an aura, of being happy. I am not. I fall asleep at night, only to find you haunting my dreams. The life I wanted to have, the love I needed, it's all slipping so far away. I heard about you and her. I was engulfed with sadness. I was supposed to be me, not her. There is no one to blame, no one to accept this burden. I bury it deep inside, hidden behind, fake smiles, and lies.
fame, you bitch it was you who taunted us we walked on razor sharp blades of grass gras p ed at straws covered in white dust inside on the surface on the surface we used the word art and crapped on it like so much hay hey we did it every day in every way without a kiss we fornicated on the carpet where we rehearsed our play that was when well that was when we jumped from the edge from the cliff when our bodies crashed into the rocks and even a rock garden punctures through the layers and layers of skin of flesh of tributaries of bone layers and layers of blood of platelets of cells of liquid…life landed from a hundred yards up. it was you on my mind and you know we didn't die when we jumped from our school from the edge when our bodies transcended matter like spirits and spirits was our addiction the smoke the pills the blotters the powder you caught my eye and we let our schooling get in the way of our love what we loosely called our art but i did fall i fell hard the day i spiralled quickly d o w n from the rock where i stood and you know you were you are the edge and you know it's you the day i fell you i fell for and me who took the fall from my my my oh my
softly lingering in the angelic silence of a magical new night.. i remember whispered words the softness of your breath tingling the nape of my neck.. your eyes were deep touch light as a feather my head on your chest.. the scented sea air delicately cocooned us as our lips barely touched.. waves lulled our own melody of sacred tunes as hearts became one.. i remember the moment that time stood still.. how do i describe something bigger than words.. for in the air that i breathe.. it is you who has blessed me... heaven sent you amidst the stars above.. the sound of your heartbeat was when i knew.. i was home.
The simultaneous effect of two glances across the last remaining distance between them Then when first they met Now when they are apart Each carrying within the beat of the other's heart
I don't know how to abandon This maniacal world Where electric words stalk my nights, Devouring my mind. Volcanic images appear As uninvited guests, Wrestling atrophied concepts Into structured rhythm. Metaphors tease unrelenting As sounds tickle my heart, Disowning my need for respite From red saturation. Yet I feast upon each moment Of inspired reverie, Count each hour of sanity An insulated gift. I fall into meek thanksgiving For voice of expression Even as I hear the approach Of mystified ideas. For what would I be without art Conveyed in written form But an aching, unfulfilled soul; Derelict and deprived?
It sometimes bogles the mind,these things we somtime write. When we get a moment alone to smoke a fine cigar, with the serenity of a moon-lit night. Times when the imagination take us to far off and different places. Where beauty is abundant and the fragrances of nature fills empty spaces. Wiiithout the noise of traffic from restless children to say the least. Just the sweet sounds of serenity mixed with solitude and a slice of peace. No telephones can be heard and not a door bell will ring. Even the birds are asleep so you can't hear them sing. Just the strenght of the wind to bring a cool breeze. As it pushes through and creates a harmony with leaves. With a million pounds of diamonds and the worlds' largest pearl to provide the light. As with the elegance of angels streaks of ink begin to take flight. As I kick up my feet and begin to write. About thoughts of all things done in yesterdays' life. Things like the happiness of children and the mythical nature of a beautiful wife. Just when a puff of blue smoke fills the air. To help keep focuse and the inner-poet very much aware. Where Pablo Picasso and Vincent VanGough unite to reign as king. Where thoughts of a better life give life meaning. Where the kindness of love or the harmonic symphony of a kiss. Compare to the ectasty of a womens' touch,when met in tenderness. Yet when we're alone,that we can't get becomes that in which we miss. Like the way her eyes sparkle as she begins to smile. Her superior grace and exquisist style. As light begins to fade,it's the end of night and the sun returns from it's hiding place. I stand in awe ,as the sun rises and creates a Reimbrant of her face. Then with a roar from the family beast. The silence will be broken and bring a end to peace. From the heart of armantic and thesoul of a poet. Locked away inside and I didn't even know it.
Part 1 Onion the delicacy of friendship I found you in the flowers Standing tall we become one Looking down from gangly towers Squash, you burn, you pillage, son. Follow me you say in tongues Thy shallow mind reveal me tell Whisper lies clean load the guns I feel the burn I rot in hell Friend folly menacing the liar I loathe this coffin how it leaks Dear foe you raped me set on fire The onion peal itself and weeps Part 2 Traitor dear monkey boy Older eyes eat themselves, glance and kill the other Unified in the dance, they steer the musty rudder. Pained and sweeter deeper wells, poised buckets drunk with water. Singled out the one that dried, handed weights to pull him under. Wiser times capture the mind, death justifies dishonor. Knife slice neat through the devil's back, who stares blank and milks the udder. Part 3 Tempest patron saint Inside this box Goodbye tempestuous fall My puppet of steel coiled thread Smashed buttons and twisted dread, Alarm these doors, and Escape this delusive bunker bed Stamp the spiders Thief, vulture of the deflection The mocking patron of the sinners Erase this affliction Relating inward at the reflection Rise you fool Part 4 Phoenix i love you close the grip cinched hematic grip drenched, clawing seeking the sheave becoming the counterweight i absorb, now extracting the heat rise like a phoenix away to be gone to be free fix me! i have fixed me i am alive and i love you Part 5 Aye, Damager Abolish her state of disrepair Scattered, spattered drippy thoughts All around this box of soused leaves Soak, ferment in the faith of our love I can't fix this, you know I loathe this misunderstanding Of what I am speaking, projecting To me, Aye Damager, to you This devil in me turned and twisted A wrecked elevator in rejection Years locked painfully aware ...
Creeping madness On my skin Fits of cluttered rage Stealing sadness From within Skipping forward page Rusty hinges On my brain Feathered pillow see Slowly driving Me insane Broken window flee Absent slumber Cloudy days Withered dreams of plight I often wonder How it weighs Another sleepless night.
I Exalt You, My God! I will exalt you! My God and king! And worship your name above EVERYTHING! Forever and ever I will bless your name! Your goodness in my life, I seek to obtain. Every day I will bless your name forever. Your path of righteousness, I choose to endeavor! Great is the Lord! Your greatness is unsearchable! You rule by your word… Your divine principle… One generation will praise your works to another. And shall declare your awesome deeds together! I will speak of the honor of your majesty. Not to do so, would be a "spiritual tragedy." Men shall speak loudly of your awesome acts. What you do, I neither question or ask. I will declare my God's greatness each day. And will listen to the words he has to say! He rules the earth and heavens above. All of creation declares his great acts of love! Won't you listen to God's humble plea? Knowing how much he loves you and me? He has a purpose for me and you that is evident. And offers to all… Eternal life in a heavenly residence! By Jim Pemberton Read Psalms 145:1-6
Slowly, one's self control ebbs, as appetites begin to take hold. The body's defenses crumble, while temptation grows more bold. The mind tastes the sweetness of pleasure's tightening noose. A chain of craving is formed to set the drug of addiction loose. The body becomes the eager slave to an appetite's endless desire. Self control dies within the light of the soul's own forest fire. As the mind surrenders to want, the addict's life spins faster. A slave is born into this world when the appetite becomes the master.
Passion has this unyielding power Filling our desired need Entirely so free of greed Like the sun beaming on a flower A wanting yearning aching urge Bottled up hidden as we grow A fairy tale we crave to know A longing for our love to surge Magnetic chemistry silently implores Creating a desire burning deep Sizzling kisses no longer meek Lovers curiously eager to explore Passion an undeniable emotion Always lending us what we crave Being adored by a heart so brave God blessed us all with this devotion~
Passions driven from deep within. Crowded room dank with unanticipatory thought. Understood; but not. A question asked, but not soon answered. One day I will find our true meaning.
. Melodies...echo of (two edged)..songs Thrusting swords of austere dillusions Onyx shroud, cavern sings illusions To halt thy motions (stillness)....Wrongs Schemes, unfed? (fattening) They flourish Reminiscences~ Choice (once) 'twas mine Whispers upon such sweet fires (thine) Written desires, flames shall nourish Fork'd tongue exhales power....(influence) Tickles fancies, darkness shall cloak thee Flashes of strong foredoom..wait (suspense) (perhaps) Shall this souls' twisted song see? Commune deep here...coalesce the wound Of essence shroud (ragged) beating, swooned
Where Are The Words … I Am Looking For Words … … That Will Give Meaning To Meeting You, This Evening And What Can I Say ? … What I Long To Say … Instead of, Good To See You Friend And Oh, How Have You Been ? … Such Polite Conversation Is Safe Presentation Nothing More … So Much Less I Need Hunger- Honestness Packed With A Passion Full-Out Conflagration Instead of A Shy, Dulcet Tone I Wanna Torch-Talk You, To The Bone ! Use Words, To Sear You To Your Soul Singe, Deep Inside Your Soul Soft and Husky In Confessions Words, That Demand Actions Emotive, Elusive, Essential Elocution of The Quintessential Romanticism Expressed … The Pleasure Of Your Face, Eagerness In Bold Explorations, Evolved From Virgin-Feelings of First Love That Make It Seem … Like Last Night Invoking Future Visions, So Bright ! Oh, Where Are The Words ? … I Am At A Loss For Words … So Many Things, I Want To Let You Know … Instead of Just Saying … ' Hello '… For: Ismael Nieves Who Has Such A Passionate Style To His Poems (and Also, The Little Joke of Big Words Between Us … Hope You Enjoy This One Kiddo - Smile)
Shapely and sturdy with ridges to explore.. The texture is smooth and lovingly adored.. A priceless gift which can only be bestowed.. By a thought a moment of pure heavenly bliss.. So with this key that unlocks for only a rare few.. May you find upon entering this.. sacred.. glorious.. place.. Your key fits perfectly.. In your own precious gate.
Anger What a sulfurous mess of molten evil Troubles boil and surface The singing of fine nerves within one's self This pushing of restricted buttons Annoyance, Bitterness, Harm Can one truly control it? Stretching into the belly of the beast Ripping, Tearing, Gouging At its pivotal moment A raging bull in a once peaceful town Monstrous demons The evils of your mind Do you let the gates break open? Shall you release it to the ones around you? Anger When controlled, it is an ordinary burning emotion Yet, when the chains shatter and crack loose… Oh the more difficult it will be to pick up the pieces
(Inspired by the genius of Ms. Norey Bailey. Please check her out ) Soulful sista Strolling in her full spirited stride Just couldn't hide From my heart's searching eye's that I swore I wouldn't allow to be blinded by this mindless modern day luv no more Until that particular half second I wanted to run-------grab her by the hands!!!!!! AND...... take her down to see the Reverend I didn't have any spare time that was to be wasted Wanted to recycle my trashy reputatation Strip Down My image Un-til- it was raw So that..... It could be steamed and not fried BLESSED Not viciously devoured Hope that I'm a genourous helping That'll nurture your body and soul and in no way be unhealthy One who'd always fill you up, never leave you empty Be your top and bottom money maker and not once will you ever have to pimp me Easy to open Hard to tear apart I play a game thats not a game & i trump any Player's card I'm what the mighty-dollar can't buy And I'm the same thing that stores just don't sale
You are like a thousand drugs The absence of you makes me want to Kill what I feel Not because of your warmth but because My heart is so cold Maybe someday we'll learn to make relationships last Maybe someday we'll learn to forget our past And we'll learn to control without poisons What exactly did I write you Bringing this out into the open of all times Naked Made me throw it all way Broken And everything happened this way Worst mistake that it happened this way Everything seemed so perfect Just for the record Drugs or something Made it seem like one makeout session And of course it hadn't even started yet So hard not to laugh out loud Picking this up with you Are you hiding in cult practices New job printing dragonflies on your back Almost serious suicide Stepping inside me and changing everything that I am We'll have all of the mind-blowing sex You'll change struck by lightening I've been here before So leave quietly before we become something more Maybe someday we'll learn to renew our past And someday we could put some relationships last So we'll learn obedience without the choke collar After all you've done for me
I love you; I hate you Jealousy is not the cause Killing you wouldn't justify Lustfully breaking the laws The third line is not an option
sleeps not coming on a night like this when every thing's quiet and the thoughts rush in like tears at that moment of truth and revelation when you realize that all that you love and searched for above has been here all along and it's all you can do to laugh and choke back tears when you figure out that forever has got brown hair and a knife for a smile and she's been here all the while my forever has been here all the while
How do I breathe When the air is so thin With lungs made of fire And walls closing in How do I see In darkness of night With eyes made of water And nothing in sight How do I love With sadness and pain With a heart made of earth Washed out by the rain How do I know That everything's fine One look at my family The sun starts to shine.
God Beautifully Created Us! God beautifully created us with unique features. Because of sin, we've become fallen creatures. God deigned us to have fellowship with him! But that was broken, on account of SIN! God formed us out of the dust of the ground… His wonderful creation was made all around! God had a purpose and a plan in mind. He wanted to be a part of mankind. This was broken because of Adam and Eve's fall. But through Christ… He's made a way after all! Through Christ we have access to God's throne. He died for us so we can make heaven our home! His gift of mercy is for all to receive! Won't you accept him? And believe? By Jim Pemberton
When I feel your warm embrace, You won't see the tears rolling down my face, Now you seem so far away, Dont worry now, I wont ask you to stay. When you left me,I felt so empty and cold, You couldn't know how bad that felt, Your happy now, or so I'm told, I loved you more than life it self. You told me you would be there, All the way to the end, You said you would always love me, But you words were just pretend. I thought if you really loved me, you would be right here with me, But you had other things to do, You had other places to be. You were my best friend, you were my heart, I fell in love at the beginning, right from the start. Now all alone frightened and scared, Did you ever love me? Did you ever really care?
How do your eyes catch me those sleepy wee hours I stir you as a watercolor caricature picking through our dismembered socks, and shirts that still linger with the taste of your cologne where my cup wobbles slopping joe, revealing my true name (gentle lady) in the thinly veined blue white graphics. As you feign sleep wrapped in a half hazard bundle mount cotton - your hand caught across my pillow, a furry leg there, and washed by the impending dawn headlights of this approaching Monday morning there is a moment, where the loss of my words paint themselves across the golden rod walls in three question marks. (I Love You)
Perched on a smooth river rock studying her reflection in the flow A timeline of changing faces slowly drifts by... Carefree happy child running, playing among trees. Rebellious miserable teen banging her head against authority. Disillusioned, deeply depressed escaping with her spirit broken. New mother ecstatic in California memorizing his growing up slide show. Lonely, desolate woman with wrong partners until near death does she part. Empty-nesters' angst ridden face hidden, lost in darkness. Unstoppable learner/teacher finding her pieces in lifes' school. Evolving computer addict, isolator searching on-line for love. Mostly content, peaceful now her heart found God and "true blue." Freedom lover flying, watching from above Her lifes' puzzle face more balanced yet incomplete.
Sometimes when I see A happy family It quickly gets to me The sadness that must be In this lonely life of just me For whatever sins I may have done, I never meant to hurt anyone And whatever luster I had in life, Burned away with a cheating wife. I realize part was my fault I did not provide something I ought, But the pain was slow to fade, In the misery that she made Now hope has come again to me In a beauty all can see Shining from the inside out Makes me want to shout And, I know that I am blessed. And in happiness I am dressed.
I slit the wrists of My soul and watch as they bleed Not red but "b-l-e-e-d", "r-e-d".
After a deep love After years of separation After the last millennium is wrapped With white and rosy candles You come back With an empty face And with a dropped hands To ask me for A brake up With no more confusion And a solid conclusion I accepted the deal After all This everlasting ancient love Grow up like a seven pillars Of a new religion Neither me Nor the Romans Could stop it.
To see the world through your eyes… An aching heart is cured simply by a kiss… With paper and crayon a new Picasso is hung… Coffee cans and cooking pots are an orchestra… A twig is a swashbuckler's sword saving the day… Even alone you create new friends to fill a void… You don't understand when I can't see them too… That sweet beauty you imagine has no boundaries… I pray you hold onto it for just a moment more… When you next open your eyes all will be different… Cans will be junk twigs will become kindling and… That faithful friend you created will have faded away… I wish with all my heart you could stay young forever…
One last failed attempt Reaching for the moon and stars For once I succeed
You came to me when i turned the lights out.The moon shines through so faintly upon your back as your body lays upon me,ever so softly and so filled with your bodies heat. You whisper in my ear,"I Love You",which shivers me to the bone. I open my mouth to reply on how much i love you,when all at once i feel the pressure and hotness of your mouth on mine and our tongues collide as we kiss passionately. Our kiss feels like a lifetime as we kiss and slowly enter me,so lovenly and so determined.My body trembles and you slide in and out and suck on my breasts harder. My body fills up as i start to get hotter and hotter.I feel as if i could explode.You look into my eyes as my pleasure explodes all over you fingers as you slide out of me,still looking in your eyes. I close my eyes taking it all in. I get my bearings back,as i get ready to say 'I love you too'. As my eyes open and I realize with glances around the room,that I am all alone. Still trembling from your touch and the results of that touch. As I lay my head down I speak so softly and say "i love you too". Misty BURRESS
As I chant my sisters' creed, And forge my talisman, I remember violent lullabies That I still can't understand. I say if these wilds could be controlled, With wants to habilitate, Than why on Earth would fractured souls Still thrive to fornicate? So here I am, My guise be true, Thy young sorceress, Controlled by wilds of casting spells, And sensual naughtiness! I bled for them, I chased the sun, Now I've tied my tourniquet. Everything that once was blue, Is now raging violet! The Garden's dark, The moon is full, I dance while I undress; In this place, this dance, this time, I am Nature's poetess, As if somehow, Back long ago, With boundaries overstepped, I led a life, Oh hearts do Scream! I lived a life unwept!
I searched for adventure A time or two In my mind I forgot I needed you Now I see That I was wrong I truly loved you All along With all we went through And all we have done I couldn't see That you were the one My soul was stored Locked up until last night You released it When you held me tight Now I remember Our passion so true My heart yours forever My love is renewed For Dave
She bathes my soul within her Sanguine waters ardently Inundating my senses whole I become upon her embrace We become one spirit aloof Within both light and darkness Depraving sharp hunting eyes Perceiving the mirrors self image Of high tribulation chiseled Stone falling across studio floors Swept scrupulous and surgically Transfusing this beauty of essence Upon the humid air of breath Sweetly scented floral calling Across unmeasured distances Trekked of unfettered resolve Heightening as you draw close Tending my wounds unshaken Confidence in trusting touch Eases tautness now diminishing Away flying into night taking Pieces of you in my pocket Clutching for hope and strength Of this blossom rooting deeply Within one another we discover All that we behold and feared I give to you willingly…untainted Wholly my poetic heartsong Inscribed within and without My trusted two thousand miles
Melodies traversing upon Winds of the desert painting Misplaced beauty of Saguaro's Dancing with dust devil's Sagebrush songs echoing off Mountainous mirage of valley Floors endlessly stretching past Horizon bleeding red clay Strewing the endless highway Going nowhere coming back Against the curtain of heat Cooling with the light touch Of rain disappearing in the sands Ever moving never changing Clouding storms covering tracks I followed to find your voice Hidden in the desolate gardens Saturated with fervent life Unseen flitting about my eyes Singing in cactus blooms Flowering for the moment Passing with a breath Expelling a hundred degree Harmony from the hidden Little desert songbird calling Past the boundaries set Bringing me back to where I have always been
generic minds listen to generic music have generic thoughts that are unknowingly abusive watch generic things talk about generic things gee this generic *****is spreading like a disease better get your flu shot thats what they said to me a suicidal vaccine a subliminal killing spree its contagious and the outrageous thing about it is that the people are blind in an eye that they didn't even know they had it's sickening to watch these clueless civilians inside the looking glass with nightmares of being free without a key to their mind for it is trapped in the frequency in the illusion of time bathed in our universe killing all that refuse to see those that admit to hypocracy or see the message in hip hop how cant you see the message in the lyrics that bring adolescents to their knees from bullet wounds conflicting their flesh contradicting that they're the best but the songs keep telling them that they dont need no rest that they dont wanna go home that they should ride alone with the gat as their only companion and so the only path they choose is the one that they're told until they grow old and hope turns to a window pane inside a window pane, until all they feel is pain they realize that the music itself is ashamed so whats to look up to when you cant even speak when you cant even walk because you look so bleak your eyes are sunken from the tv you're infested with the dee zees now its too late to turn around and live for your conscious so when youre screaming oh please close your eyes and bring your mind to life open your eyes for the first time and never wonder why since the answer this entire time has been inside and you better find it before you die you dont want your soul to be in a pool with all the others a buncha brothers missing their mothers but only seeing strangers only feeling the haters wishing they would have used their minds when they had them and now its too late, now it's time for another new born fate to grab them
Loyalty One self Virtuous Eternity
Once again as my pen fails the page In a humble but sincere effort To honor my loving sage As I ponder and attempt to deduce In a low, soft chuckle, "more than words" My rhetorical excuse By function; words exact, color and define And with Webster's sword levied I chase Definition of you into the sublime Concept, newly born of insight and ash Presents no attempt at justice So its fate is sealed to trash And alas, as a thousand times tense I seek to corral feelings By pen within paper fence For moment's sake, suppose these words I cannot cage I humbly offer in place of love song The feelings that surround this page
I see no numbers hers is the only figure she's my addition
It is our poetic verse That releases the restraints Opening our minds eye To flowing sincere thought It is the flowing of ink That becomes our salve Healing our wounds and scars Allowing us to be unafraid again It is the poet's candid opus The voice of the untainted spirit Transferring our tedious passions From internal, to pen, to parchment, It is our steadfast sanctuary Where we hide in total exposure Our poetry is the end of todays voyage For we who dare to wander
My Fetish. I adore you. Wedges. Pumps. Stilettoes. Brown. Baby Blue. Black. Red. Pink are all so beautiful. You make me feel like a lady. Nikes. Timberlands. A pair of killer boots. Match with a fedora or a fresh to death leather coat. Uggs, Steven DSW, oh my how I am grateful for you. Loafers. Buckles. Straps. Peek a boo toes. Strapbacks. ON SALE. Played dress up with my mom's and the love affair began. Leopard. Bows. Fashion. Class. With leggings. Jeans. Skirts. Suits. Bikini underwear with a special Boo. Bags the same color, high heels assists with what some say is my sex appeal. Pretty details draw attention from all ages and genders. A little girl's obssession grown into a woman. Closet packed sparkling eyes, legs dancing, carrying me into the next life lesson. I give you tribute and pay homage to you. I love you shoes.
Sense of humour, elevating our spirits Musing over the simple things in life, rejoicing at what we find Imagination stimulated, childlike, seeing the wonders in life Light heartedness, laughing at one's self! Everything as it is meant to be, smiling, enjoying, the gift of life
Sometimes I admire the littlest things A simple rock. A blade of grass. They need no future goals, no tax exemptions They don't need to go anywhere or be anything They just are. Sometimes, especially when I'm reading life insurance policies, I envy the rocks and the grass And try to be like them for a moment. I sit perfectly still and give myself to the wind- And it whispers in my ear: Just be. And for that moment I don't need to go anywhere or be anything. And at the snap of my fingers, All the complex widgets and gizmos that make up my life Fold into paper airplanes and fly off in the wind. Jacob Reinhardt 10/07/13
A destructive dance indeed, betwixt the two we bleed. A bellowing, bloody abate, this stale, seductive state. Simple, senseless steeds, jealous fires feed. Perjuring petty plights, demons do delight. A crimson, cheaters chair, awful angers air. No trust, truth or taste, wallowed wantons waste. Envious, eager eyes, rejoicing a wrathful rise. Coveting, careless couth, yesteryear's eager youth.
A new photograph floats to the surface Playfully dressing up as the world around me Hat, striped socks and all Tiptoeing at the top for one last sweet moment Before sinking back into my ocean mind. One after another they arrive Single file, Steeping my eyes in the world As the minds shutter, ever fluttering Strings together this conscious stream I play in. My photographs fade in time's wrinkled arms. Joining their brothers and sisters at the ocean floor, They hold hands and try to answer the question that is always asking itself: Who am I? Jacob Reinhardt 10/3/2013
Honestly stubbornly looking forward logically A loyal humanistic individual does unpredictably Having determination to stay friendly cemented One rebels with aloof detachment though group-oriented
The Beach of Promises 1. Fingers entwined, barely touching, turquoise waters teasing your dancing toes, strolling along that serene deserted beach, our promised dreams within aching reach. 2. Hands clasped, holding on, sea-breezes tickling the nape of your neck, walking together, alone, vowing to never breach, the dreams dreamed on that faraway velvet beach. 3. Hands in my pockets, alone, traces of you linger, teasing, lost in my scribbles, your memory fading out of reach, my thoughts ablaze, now and then, catching a whiff of your fragrance, wafting through alleyways of nostalgia, your hand in mine on our pristine beach.
written 10th Aug 2013 I am God's child, first and forever I am known by many different titles, a daughter I am a wife I am a mother I am a grandmother I am a poet I am by several ways, known as a sister I am an acquaintance I am a loyal friend I am a stranger I am a cousin I am an Auntie I am a niece But who is this person, they all call "Denise?" She is a child to God She is a niece She is a cousin She is a stranger She is a loyal friend She is an acquaintance She is known to many, a sister She is a poet She is a grandmother She is a mother She is a wife She is known as a daughter to many She is everything, she'd ever dreamed her life to be.... She is happier than she ever imagined possible SHE IS "DENISE"
Our Country's Soul Is Being "Torn Apart" The very soul of America is being "torn apart." It's a problem that's striking at our very heart. There's a "blowing wind." A "time for change." As the country's moral fabric is being "rearranged." As many question what the true meaning of life is for… Many don't seem to know what's wrong or right anymore! As so much pornography is allowed into our homes… The moral decay is "eating" right at "the bones." Many have a hard time "defining what marriage is." So many are really "messed up" in how they live! The news seems to be "fascinated" by man's depravity… Leaving a huge vacuum of a monstrous "moral cavity." Many who attend church want what's "soothing to their ears." A God of holiness and righteousness is what they "fear!" As we look around as to what our society is becoming… God's judgement is soon! It is surely coming! We must come back and leave all of our "false idols!" We must come back to the God of the Bible! Jesus must be our cord of love the forever binds! It's only in him can we find true love for our minds! It's only in Jesus that we can find a purpose and meaning! It's only in him that we need to put our trust and start believing! He is and always will be the right choice to be taken… Without him, our country's is "doomed and forsaken." He brings healing and righteousness "beneath his wings… He is what we truly need! He is our EVERYTHING! By Jim Pemberton
"At Times I Wonder" By M. Taha Effendi (Nazam) At times I wonder what life would have been worth Spent cloaked in soft shades of your sable tresses If ill-fated darkness that shrouds my wrecked hearth Was slayed by vigorous radiance of your eyes' recesses Oblivious to earthly callings would it be so unfair If I remained in your mesmerisms so eternally engrossed Your heavenly allure my parched eyes would ensnare On the fabrics of your existence my love I embossed When plagued by the bitterness of life's onerous race I would drink the glacé elixir upon your crimson lips Bury my distresses within the calm of your embrace Build my sanctuary in the shade of its eclipse Sigh! This traitorous heart pounds even in such dismal state I breathe with no hope of mirth nor a word of protest My vacant eyes resigned to this inescapable fate I stand unwilling to rebuild my plundered nest Clasped perforce to my bosom the agonies my love bequeath I heave my wounds through accursed corridors that adorn Deathly shadows that loom, daunting horrors that wreathe Where every step garlands me with camouflaged thorns With not a course in sight, neither a goal nor any thrill I trudge with bare feet across the scorching earths Dreading the inevitable plunge from edge of sanity and still At times I wonder what life would have been worth (Finalist - International Poetry Soup Contest 2012)
I just wanted to let you know That I have this love for you... Although I'm not fast to show For you, there's nothing I wouldn't do And I can't control this love No matter what I try to do... While I know our lives are separating Which has got me pretty blue I just want you to know How much I love you... Because I was blinded by shyness And now my heart's feeling rugged So this here's An Ode To My Beloved Oh how I still see you every night in my mind You're the best girl I feel I'll ever find And when my eyes would fall upon your smile My heart would be put on trial And so if nothing else, I want to let you know That I'll always love you, that my hearts beat For you, won't ever slow... Because I was blinded by shyness And now my heart's feeling rugged So this here's An Ode To My Beloved So I wish you happiness beyond compare And sorry for the times I couldn't help but stare Caring, passionate, smart, and loving From my heart, to you, I'll never be shoving You will always be in my heart No matter where we go, how far we drift apart... Goodbye My Love...
To Commemorate My 300th Poem Here On The Soup 300 Solomons 300 Beacons 300 Spartans 300 Martyrs 300 Tales Done 300 Threads Spun 300 Heartsongs 300 Touchstones 300 Scheherazade Only 700 More, GOD and Wherever YOU Beam Me 10,000 More, Gleam Me - - - - - - - - - - … I Have Lost 200 Poems But Here Are 300 Because I Open My Arms To Inspiration Undaunted … " Pancakes, Preserves, Poached-Egg & Pork Maple-Syrup, Milk and Sun-Motes In The Morn Calling My Name, Just Like Flapjacks To A Fork Psyche Is Picking Up Poems, Like Babies Just Born " - - - - - - - - - - A Childhood Poem Remembered … I See The Moon and The Moon Sees Me GOD Bless The Moon and GOD Bless Me … and Long Live, The Love Of Poetry … The MoonBee
In that glistening azure pond I had a favorite A duck I called Tawnablu A quacker kind of Bird Recognizable by the Aquamarine Feathers Atop her bobbing head She swam aloof from The rest And refused all bread Crumbs Thrown her way Even the finest bits Collected from week old French bread Leftovers from the Bakery Down the road The one managed by a Croatian Kick boxer from the Bronx The one that Refused entry to Shirtless Skateboarding Teens But kindly gave me All the crusty crumbs I Could bag For my Duck feeding Addiction And I am not embarrassed Not so macho To say I loved that duck My Tawnablu In ways I can never Describe But let me try To put my affection Into words Just this once: Tawnablu, my pretty Canard Quacking so hard I want to ride your back Down a stream Without end Tawnablu, my epic Canard Quacking so hard Take me, wild beauty All the way to Duck Heaven
There's an antique red barn Sits atop the hill And a small little pond Chock full of blue-gill There's old rusty cars Which haven't ran in years And a hundred year old house Once manufactured by Sears It's loaded full of memories It's filled with lots of charm It's a place I know and Love It's all there...On Grandma's Farm Used to go there every Sunday From as far back as I can remember Sledding down the hill In the snow come December I Loved it out at Grandmas Playing with toy tractors in the sand Going to help split wood Just to lend a helping hand I Loved it winter, spring and summer But my favorite time of all Was when the leaves all turned The wonderful colors of fall I was carefree and happy The world was free from harm Way back when I was a kid Out On My Grandma's Farm © 2011 Kevin Stock
I. Bleeding -- a world without comfort -- lost without love -- no destination... silently walk without touching wounds... where is love? II. Frail fingers grope... sodden afternoons... winter fog... through gray eternity -- cold eyes, delicious mouth. Found love will laugh, desire returning. III. Making love, we deceived ourselves. Complicitors, we lied. Compliant pawns, we defied danger, practiced brilliant fabrication -- but truth was stranger. IV. Others know desire: ever changing years -- and lifetimes -- reaching towards the moon. Love, be my way.
There's many people who claim they've nothing to "hide!" They tend to use the rainbow as a source of their "pride." But if you read in the book of Genesis, it is revealing. God's purpose of the rainbow had a different meaning! The rainbow was there when much of mankind disappeared! There was a promise of God that was so very clear. He promised to never again destroy man with a flood. This was his promise... An extension of his love! It was never intended as his approval for perversion! Mankind still needs a Jesus filled holy conversion! The colors of the rainbow can't wash away sin's dark stain! This can only happen by the power of Jesus' name! The colors are beautiful… But man's heart is filled with deceit! Without the soul cleansing power of Jesus… We're never complete! No court decision can give the freedom that many desire! Only the power of the cross can change you this very hour! The only way to find equality with God, is through the cross! Without his words of truth… We are forever LOST! Look past the colors of the rainbow! Seek the power of the blood! Then you too, can be changed from God's power from above! By Jim Pemberton
A choice desire made set a soul fire The animal locked away no longer kept bay Blood pulsing heart throbbing mind does conspire A new day with passionate words to convey Shock it will many of you freedom expressed Pounding chest hell with rest not human nature test Open mind people try to find what suppressed Dare not I say equally all of you blessed
Trousers and tights shirts Tights and baggy blouses Buff boots and converse Heelys without wheels I do Is what I wear Is what I am Is what I be Under that dress and flats Behind that hair style and makeup Is what I pretend to be Is what people want me to be Is what they want from me It's a switch in personality From boy to girl Or that is what they say? I act boyish? I am being me But they just won't accept me It's not like I committed a crime against nature I was just being me Acting to be myself And that is my nature But what people also say What I also noticed about myself I intend to succeed in having Two personalities Tough? Soft? Wild, sensitive? Adventurous, poetic? Athletic, lazy Singer, screamer Dancer, deep? Fighter, surrender? Strong, weak… Is that what they say? Or is it just mixed up? I'm glad I do…
You collapse to the ground I hurry to catch you Whispering words of destitution, tiredness, and fatigue You tell me you're tired Weary to live like this With this illness How it shuts every door Pains to the core Slowly, spitefully, you start to lose yourself I fear that in my every soul Tears of ache run down my sight I yell at you, beg you at you to stop Demand you to discontinue Thrive for that promise of yours Tell me it'll all be okay Tell me you'll get better Awe me with your dreams Inspire me with every act of good of yours Every city you wish to route every street of its Every sunset you wish to set eyes on Every night sky, full of bright blazing miracles But you don't You tell me you can't And I ask of you to do that But although that Although every worry that ties me Every doubt, every tear, every darkest misery You surrender and leave Leave me there All anxious and terrified Of what comes next What is due to occur And it frightens me Keeps staring at the empty space With thoughts and thoughts Conquering Torturing Consuming We began with nothing And what's left is nothing But all that we began with
Rose hips lady Your field is ripe Bury my torn body In that rain-soaked night Taste those sweet confessions On your baby breath Lift this wounded flag Into your burning nest Oh, yes, I will I will Rose hips lady Your field is ripe Bury my torn body In that rain-soaked night Tame the roaring tiger Never lets you rest Take my last reward From your moonlit breasts Oh, yes, I will I will Daddy's gone hunting He's gone away Daddy's gone hunting Won't be back for days Left you with a lover Makes a shrine Of your skin Left you with a lover Takes you down Roads of sin Left you all alone Alone And the knots cut deep Through the musk and flesh Of hot regret And the love you need It's a shadow Never lets you rest You release the Beast From a well that's wet You will confess That the love you need It's a shadow Never lets you rest Rose hips lady Aaaaaah......
(Dedicated to Folake) Your eyes, woman are like twilight rainbow amorously bearing aloft passions of mine toward androcytic ecstacy. They tell of endless lights. Night skies clarion the warmth of you keep me balled-up till i am tilted to your adorned essence. May I call up words to adore you, agglomerate them into a panoply of worshippers unsandalled before you like Moses at the burning bush. And now you seem to fall asleep but you tell me it's the heavy night bidding toward a sunny dawn wherein our love is lighted. Slowly I let you fall asleep impatient with the long night waiting to gaze once more into the eyes of my lovely love. Then a lip is placed on yours and you rouse up wide-eyed smiling at my romantic move. We enjoyed the night, cruising on.
To every zephyr comes a bold quest and every squall can whisper regret. Those who will take the deeper breath are those who gain a discerning spirit. The eye of a storm loves the calm while the vortex lives for the clash. When two people sense a coming clash because they're on a divergent quest. One may keep peace, remaining calm while the other has no regret for baring an onery spirit - hell-bent, ranting with "baited" breath. The pacifist, holding his breath, prefers to downscale any clash disowning the negative spirit. The personality of quest depends on one's view of regret. Cold is how the gutsy perceive calm. Some get uptight when life is too calm; conflict leaves another gasping for breath. Satisfaction versus regret - can both be balanced without clash? Is there a more productive quest for passive and proactive spirits? With open mind, the hostile spirit can work at finding a sense of calm. When threatened with a thorny request, count to ten and take a deep breath. At the invitation to clash, do not attend; send your regrets. If you are one who shrinks from regret confronting an in-your-face spirit, do not forgo the challenging clash. Count to ten; dismantle your normal calm and debate 'til you're out-of-breath. Learn the thrill of making the conquest. The question of regret counts off death's calm. Trying unchecked spirits with waiting breath welcome both the clash and the quieter quest.
It's not a lesson to be taught Or a skill to be acquired It's the nudge to move forward Open when the time is right It's the spirit inside God leading on the way On the journey to discover He is all you need It's the courage to let go Say yes instead of no Reveal what you've been holding back As Jesus takes the wheel It's the realization that it doesn't matter What others think of you God leads you where you're meant to be Just allow you to be you It's the standing up to fear Proclaiming "fear's not gonna win!" The battle has been fought too long Time to let the stalemate end It's the inspiration you've been holding For others and for yourself The light we've been dimming Rather than shining on His behalf It's the spontaneity in the decision To follow His call all the way Discovering peace in being you Wide open as the perfect creation you are The world out there is brutal But there's a Holy Man holding out His Hand His bravery now is all we have But His bravery of love is all we need May God bless you!
Let's go climb And move back time To that mysterious hill Where a boy first met his girl Long before The cynics arrived Before the laughter died And God returned the day to night Where dazzling fireworks Rained sparkles On our lives Two strange birds Came together And opened up their eyes Let's go climb We'll move back time Fireworks Hill, Fireworks Hill Far from my mind Never forgotten Fireworks Hill, Fireworks Hill We became one there So very often And there are vivid colors Blasting through the sky Dancing rainbows I really want to taste There is weeping smoke Painting all the stars Burning graveyards For the human race Let's go climb And move back time To that mysterious hill Where a boy first met his girl We'll race to the edge Fulfill our pledge It was written in blood The heat of our love Oh, jump, baby, jump We'll fly away together Jump, baby, jump Our bodies joined forever Let's go climb And move back time To that mysterious hill Where a boy first met his girl Fireworks hill, fireworks hill I see the sparkles in the air Fireworks hill, fireworks hill I smell the dazzle of your hair Fireworks hill, Fireworks hill We flew to Heaven over there Let's go climb We'll move back time (Forever…with you)
Love is like a flower Delicate and fragile It needs just the right Ingredients to survive Too much attention is like... Too much water You seem desperate And the relationship drowns From desperate attempts at clinginess Too little attention is like... Feeling dehydrated From lack of attention (water) You wonder if they care at all So, you reach out to whatever Water comes your way Your roots grow deeper To survive the pain And you reach out to Whatever you can take a hold of Angry words are like... The sun that scorches and withers The plant and heart Careless thoughts and actions are like... The dog that walks all over And chews up whatever it likes without thought or consequence Crushing the stems and flowers under its clumsy feet Good love is like the Gardner... Who lovingly tends its plant Knowing the rewards will be First prize at the show Knowing that whatever is put in the plant Is received back as a reward in return Good love is also found from the one who knows its value... Knowing it is worth more than the finest gold Or the most precious jewels Many people would.... Give everything they possess And or sell their soul to the devil To have the one they love Love is the most expensive treasure of all And unlike a pirate you cannot steal it But utmost joy to the one who has it And can look upon its Beauty and delicately hold it in its hand To see and smell its preciousness And not crush it Out of a careless heart
She retraces the past to uncover the mystery of the many failed relationships. The first date seems to generate some fireworks. This entices her to tempt fate and go out again. Sometimes there is more of a connection and other times she strikes out. The third date things get more intimate as more secrets are uncovered. The next thing she knows he is all over or he might wait one more date to get aggressive. Yet in that moment the situation has become too intense for her to handle. She slaps his arm and flees from the vicinity. Yet she always wonders what could have been. She thinks back to why she struggles with a guy wanting physical contact with her. She admits to herself she suffers from a low self worth. In middle school she remembers being called ugly while the guys shoved her around. While she has untapped this clairvoyant moment, the rush of it all still traumatizes her.
NIGHT HEART SEX Night Hearts rock dawn gold Our duet Hums in azure day
Paris is where old lovers die In cafes sipping memories Lost loves like cream in espresso Slowly fading, getting frigid in time As I walk along the seine I hold hands with the ghosts Of times long ago I take the metro to tomorrow At Sacres Cœur my heart shall lie With the memories Of a lost love Even she was a dream A vision of what I desired We sat in a bistro smelling spring air We were lovers laughing with lovers We thought this was all our life This cinema plays in my mind The windmills of life blow me away To gardens green and deluxe I shall play chess with old men now Fountains flow with reminiscent desires Of those foolish enough to dream As I once had I wished upon a star I wander at midnight in Paris Wishing for a painting To come to life The black painting of desire
Green bark a prism creates, Feel the pull of earth, you must. Rotates, a slime of endless hates, Can hold me not, this world's crust. Friendship's ties, isolation Deflates, Succumbs, my spaceship, to bitter rust. Mist, my soul forever permeates, Lift-off, booms the rocket's thrust. My spirit when light returns, elates, Swamps swell, swallowed hope's swirling dust. Trapped, I am, until student from fate Arrives to learn; Cloud City or bust.
Living A Lifestyle That the Bible Forbids… I know of someone living a lifestyle that the Bible forbids. He told me; "how dare anyone tell me how I should live!" He added; "what I do is no one else's business but my own." "No one can ever tell me what I do in my home!" When given scripture that clearly forbids what he's doing… It's the backward kind of life… That he's choosing! He claims Jesus is his lord, in spite of his moral depravity. It's like he has, in his body, an "infected cavity." God gave to us his word, with his holy instructions! If we don't obey, it'll lead to our spiritual destruction! It doesn't matter if 10,000 churches say that it's o.k. to do! God requires a righteous and holy way of living, for me and YOU! There are choices we all have, that are to be made! Are you going to be victorious in Christ? Or sin's slave??? Have you thought about living for Jesus? And what it cost? If we're not sacrificing our lives for him, we're forever lost! If you're one who's caught up into a life filled with perversion… May I introduce you to the blood of Jesus? And a righteous conversion? God gave to each of us, HIS rules and commandments to live by! It's either God's rules, or man's, that you'll either live or die by! Won't you choose a life that God has chosen to give you? He created mankind! It's no secret how much he loves you! The opportunity is here! It may never come again! Won't you let the power of Jesus break the bondage of sin? Jesus can set you free! Won't you let him help you? He's patiently waiting… Just because he wants to! By Jim Pemberton 10/07/13
strolling all alone at the ocean shore embracing the cold breeze of a new sunrise I feel the freshness of the soft and gentle wind touching tenderly my whole being as you again fill my mind I hear the yodel of the small waves every melody conveys message leaving behind the memories I'll forever cherish once in a while, waves walk towards me I can feel the tenderness of their kisses they wrap around with soft sand on my feet great relief and happiness I feel the scent of the peaceful ocean wafted on air I smell its therapeutic power for all my pains as I start to see a new sunshine I'm sure tomorrow I'll be fine only scars are left behind to remind me to keep stronger as I'll move on in my life Nov. 25, 2012 First Place Contest: Any Poem Goes Judged:3/6/13 Poet Sponsor: My Greatest Poet PD Fourth Place Contest: Synesthesia Judged: 5/26/13 Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Dream Reflections So drained, I feel like a trained monkey Who is paid to dance I can't wait for The chance to sleep If it doesn't Happen soon Grim reaper might come Knocking at my door When I fall asleep Driving home I shall visit the moors of Ancient fairies and Hills of enchantment, Once my curly head lands On my feather pillow I might dream of lazy days Laying under a weeping willow tree After taking a long dip in a cool Stream on a hot summer day Who knows where my Subconscious might take me, Good thing my Admission will be free, Because I don't have a Penny on me currently Time is ticking so swiftly These trying days, I must say goodbye, Before I drift off to Dreamland too suddenly Goodnight
How do I thank The voice in the night? Call of hope After the world turned dark How do I thank The voice in the night? Healing words Made from Angel heart Oh, her chocolate whisper Warm convincing breeze Oh, her breathy laughter In the shadow of my need Don't you hear the voice? Save you from despair Don't you hear the voice? Sent by ghosts who care Don't you hear the voice? Rises like a prayer Come to rescue you From your earthly snare How do I thank The voice in the night? Call of hope Kissed my tears away How do I thank The voice in the night? Now I dance To a magic serenade Don't you hear the voice? Memories of home Don't you hear the voice? Pretty as a poem Don't you hear the voice? Vivifies your soul Bathes you in a pool Love you've never known How do I thank The voice in the night? Call of hope After the world turned dark Voice inside the darkness Gets into my head Lady caller, Take me, take me To your bed Voice inside the darkness Gets into my head Lady caller Raise me, raise me From the dead Voice inside the darkness Gets into my head
If you never come back to me, if you break your promise, if you cause my demise. Will you just leave me be, or my pain will you refuse to see? Won`t you give me one last kiss, a parting with at least a fleeting bliss? A lasting memory, may it be. I`ll weep every night, Thinking where did I go wrong. I`ll stare at the sky, Wishing I was holding you tight. I`ll keep my heart strong, it's breaking apart, I`d almost die.
You're a 3AM Wake up call With another sob story About the latest boy Who pumped you Then dumped you And left you In a sweaty lonely pile Upon another Empty bed And you cry Baby girl tears All over my phone And you wonder why handsome Boys With shining white teeth With full heads of curly black hair With six-pack stomachs And tight muscular Rear ends Can not be more like Mature Older Men "Just like you," Baby girl says "Just like you." And you cry Baby girl tears All over my phone And you wonder why reckless Boys Who party all night Who down countless vodka shots Who shout "muthafukka," "dude," "beotch," And other raucous Victory chants Can not be more like Mature Older Men "Just like you," Baby girl says "Just like you." You want me to empathize You want me to criticize The nasty boys Who took you for another Cruel and pointless ride You want me to father you In a way he never did But I'm sorry Baby girl I'm sorry I can't Because I admire and envy those Boys In the prime of their life Not yet defeated Not yet haunted Not yet beaten By the disappointments that Await They are a national treasure A precious resource From the exuberant crude shouts of Irrational wild boys Come the builders of shelter The providers of sustenance The conquerors of enemies The explorers of frontiers From the exuberant crude shouts of Irrational boys Come the daring adventurers The first one into the burning house The last one out of the burning house The one still standing when everybody else Fled From the insatiable loins of such Irrational wild boys Come the fierce wild girls Who dance insanely upon tables Who run naked through the streets Who make love without limits In open fields Upon damp grass All through the night From the insatiable loins of such Irrational wild boys Come the fierce wild girls Who cat-fight for their lover Who kill for their children Who wail passionately for their dead From such boys Baby girl From such boys You were born into the world My crazy baby girl You were born into the world Like father, like daughter And if I could be that young wild boy Again The one that you hate And love In such a maniacal way It would be an honor to be with you An honor to hold you An honor to love you Until my dying day.
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Judas betrayed Jesus's whereabouts End, was near Son of God, knew this Universe of the Son of the Divine Father, restored Sins of man forgiven, Prince of our Universal domain, alive in the hearts of his children
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My roots are trembling through clay orgasm, tumbling the landslide that speaks every shake or so. Leo roars and I await life, Generic roving rumbles reminding me of the world around, but I never remember how to cling to the ground.
Omniscient guy Yet he lets bad things happen How can he exist?
LIfe's been good Life has been good to me I have no real complaints Oh yes, I've had my ups and downs I have never been a saint But I have sampled many things And I have lived them all I've been a hero in some ways And I have been a fool. Adventurer I've never been I've mainly read or wrote But I have strived to be myself Not a book somebody wrote Though life has kicked me once or twice It's been a jolly ride And I have learned with each new day To take life in its sride And I rejoice, I do At all thats been and done They've all brought me home to this This new born, rising sun And I don't know what God is Or whatever there might be All I know is some strange power It really must love me. 22 September 2013 @ 1420hrs.
You were like a serpent Wise, crafty Whispering in my ear The most extrodinary lies... You were like the APPLE Sweet and FORBIDDEN... Once I BIT of your essence My EYES were OPENED... A myriad of colors Assailed my senses And pleasure Like I've never known before Left me quivering after you... The simultaneous orgasm Sounded like a fairy tale Until...your cunning and craftiness Showed me the way... And now I know The difference between GOOD s_x and BAD s_x... I enjoyed your every touch How you made my body feel alive! But, now I have been CAST AWAY from my GARDEN of pleasure Cast away from YOUR LOVE and touch Now, I must TOIL In my own SWEAT and in the sun Looking for a SERPENT With the magic touch you held Oh, to be BLIND once more! Now, every man Doesn't measure up To your EVIL Ecstasy of pleasure and SIZE Now I am in the hot Desert of the world WEEPING and GNASHING My teeth trying to find The GRAINS of GOOD s_x Among the WEEDS Of lousy lovers
I once lived in a notebook but now I live in your head with your dreams. And I scheme. He was warmed to the truth by tea and intoxicatologigated by me I see! I am right round the corner from him.You might say,we are at right angled cross purposes Is there a cross surplus?. As all set out,storms set in,then we all fell out if you see what I dream. I am mean You are as truthful as as a chorus of wrongs in rites of the Church choir Don't leave me in the lurch.I'm a liar. He's as tense as a mournful frog in a bog in Ireland in wintery discontentll It's all meant As far as the wife can throw,I flew. I shall sue Sue. I was flooded as a whole.My emotions welled up and ran all over me like faries' hands.. Like elastic bands I am honest as the day is wrong. Give me a song He was torn in three by tomcats with balls of steel They will appeal I have lost a whole stone and still no moss will grow on me.It grew on the stone! Now I feel so alone As Gluck would have it, music is heavenly singing by invisible choirs of cats. He was bats I sought him here,I sought him there.I sought him with angelic flair. But noone catches Tony Blair. I am as snug as a lapdog in a bog with a brick on its head Can I sleep on your bed? She was as tender as an apple tart is round. and quite sound As the crow flew,I had to fly as well to avoid it escaping me..I leave no crow alone They usually get stoned
Righteous and just shall inherit the earth The lord does chastise me so I see Him Placed me in poverty pray I do right Sinned throughout my life now I must think twice Each and every hour this debt I owe Righteous and just shall inherit the earth Turn their backs they have people that I know Failing in belief cause my will I give thee Placed me in poverty pray I do right A different path to walk to you I go My destination is known you I fear Righteous and just shall inherit the earth Your punishment severe pain I endure Forgiveness be time in you faith I trust Placed me in poverty pray I do right No longer without sight you freed my mind The sanctuary I seek found in you Righteous and just shall inherit the earth Placed me in poverty pray I do right
I stand solo, aloof in the snow, a precipitation of words cascading from a nebulous eye Fathoms wide, forever dripping like wax onto a punctured paper serving a Sanskrit sky, and spreading into sibilant sentences swiftly sliding from syllable sorcery to soulful serenades so silent in the shunting shout of white. Poetry fills a churning void where novels cannot wade, Phrases solidifying into idolisation of emotion itself, isolation of the isometric individuality that so Crushes my keeling cavern of thought, ever careering from caustic career path to another new low, Which so seems to crumble into crazy paving's counterpart. In this first freeze-frame we can all grasp A fraction of the familiar, oh so fractured by the fumbling nature of enforced form. Freed by the gasp Of a photo-opportunity glowing phosphorescent with firsts, I am no longer framed by the festering Constraints of non-fiction, and folding my fond farewells carefully, I hesitantly face a vision pestering Me, fearing the fiend that would open maw and gnaw beneath my feet, evoking an avalanche of the Vernacular, but I am further past this unfed existence now, loosened from the fickle friendship of a Winter thaw. Focus not your gaze on the grinding gauze of the greats, for the pressing pestilence of Perishable poetry is elsewhere pondering its parallels in posturing and post-modern pining for forlorn love. Praise no other; I am poetry.
I was born pale and invisible In a world Sees everything Everything, everything….but me Invisible to your touch And doubt you'll like me very much Am I alive? Was I ever me? I'm a non-existent cipher A pointless empty zero Never added up to anything A non-existent cipher Pointless empty zero Tell me….what does it all mean? And now I think I want you Ethereal body Oblivious mask And now I think I love you Intelligent lips Painted in black But no need to look my way Or give me the time of day Can't be with you In this world Invisible man Never gets the girl Oh, no... I'll find where you are And watch from afar You will be felt by me I'll find where you are And watch from afar You will be loved by me Your Zero Tonight Your Zero For life Your zero The day I die Your zero….your zero Zero
I've watched the war from behind closed doors; Eyes too glued to close. And now knowing what's in store, there's porn no more. God's love is the only hope we know. We are forgiven because of the love that is Jesus. We are saved because of the love that is Jesus. We give our lives to the Father for we are His children and He loves us. We are loved! No matter what we've done, we are loved! Confess and ask for forgiveness; This is such a beautiful gift! Thank You God! Thank You Jesus! You forgive me! You save me! You change me! I am changed! I am new! I am renewed! I am forgiven! I am saved! I am changed! There's porn no more For God's hope is in store! There's porn no more For God's love is the hope of the world!
I wake on the sand Right near the beach You have yet to awake Far out of reach And Daybreak has arrived A beauty unlike any other Comparable only to us, girl And how we love each other So I gaze up alone Marveling up at the sky The warmth of the sun Drying my eyes I'm reflecting on us Oh how each other we trust I'm just so happy we're together And I think to myself, Just as this sun, we'll last forever Then returning to be with you I lay again now Place my hand gently On your warm tender shoulder While I think of our lives today, love And how they'll be when we're older... I know there'd be no other way So "I Love You" I make sure I say To you, each and everyday
I'm worried where the next dollar will come from. Will she ever arrive? Will she ever show up? But why am I worrying? Stop it! It's all in God's Great Hands! It's all under God's control! It's all within His plans! It's all His And He will provide Because He is our Father! He loves us! It's all His! Trust Him! I know it's difficult; He will not lead you wrong. He knows where you need to go. He knows what you need to endure. It's all His plan. It's all in His Hands! Lay down your life; Give the control. He is in control! Thank You Father! Trust Him! It will all be okay! Trust Him! Thank You God! Thank You Jesus! Thank You Holy Spirit! I love You always! I trust You always! I trust You! I trust You! Yes, yes I do! I trust You! I love You! Amen!
Sublime I've been shedding snakeskin... so blind I've been destroying the noise my worst enemy Deconstructing my identity soaking shoulder deep in oceans of humility feasting upon fruits of tranquility breaking shackles freeing ankles from bloody mud puddles razor blade anxiety rising to a place where yesterday flees irrelevant tomorrow is insufficient Yet this moment of SUBLIMITY right now... forever remains a fearless paradise
I Woke Up With A Mission On My Mind… I woke up this morning with a mission on my mind. I wanted to tell others of Jesus! It was about time! There were so much scripture I began to ponder. My love for Christ grew down here and "up yonder!" When I needed some help. And needed it the most. Christ saved and filled me with the Holy Ghost! The excitement I had for Jesus began to brew. I wanted others to know this one that I knew! Others from church just couldn't help to explain it! My love for Jesus... It's hard to contain it! I pray that others will share of God's life eternal. It's my wish for their name to be in heaven's journal! I pray that God will use the words that are spoken. To minster to the needy, bruised and the broken! Lord… Help me not to be ashamed of your GOOD NEWS! May there be a shout of victory beyond the church pews! A mission for Jesus... God has stirred in my soul! To be his example… Wherever I go! May the banner of the cross be lifted above… As an example of Christ sacrifice from his heart of love! A testimony of God's goodness is a joy to share! Spreading his glad tidings to people everywhere! A mission for Jesus is what he's already given! So others may know of a brand new way of livin'! By Jim Pemberton
A feather of a bird, My feather of you, Drifting in the air, Aimless in the sky and a blur, Not one, but two. Drifting without a care, My feather of you in the air! Lost in the funnel of the wind, My feather disappears, Drifting in the air, Flowing aimlessly again, Crossing over so near. A feather of you my only fear! Found with the resolution I see, A feather of me, Falling loosely and free, Softly to the ground, With very little sound! A feather of you and me, But only one I have found.
You became my best friend, someone I would never ignore. I know I was selfish, but I wanted more. She became the one I wanted, and the one I got. She definitely became the one who showed me love, And taught me the past should be forgot. To me she is a memory, I do sometimes wonder if she remembers' me. Constantly she said you loved me I knew she lied, I could see the fear in her eyes. I'm letting the pain out, With out any doubts. I have to hurry up and let it go, Before this pain consumes me and I lose control. When she is around I have to wait a while, See she doesn't know but I have to force a smile. I've moved on, so did you. It's scary to know you love me too. Sure I could find someone else so I did not always feel so alone. But they could never be you I would never feel like I am home. This poem is for those people who can't move on…..
I believe In the promise of yesterday The reflection of tomorrow The precipice of your pouty lips The sheer of your jagged hips Eternity blinds the depths Of pain's echoing eclipse I forgot Why the sun never lies Silence washing over me Like warm chestnut eyes A whisper of winter Swirled in your touch A fall to remember A contour to clutch I watch To hear your sweet name The leer of your tipped chair The saunter of sideways hair Throw around legs Curled naked feet Tapping the open perfumed air I felt The fingernails of your fire Midnight's moaning barbwire Teeth baring shadow lit drapes Lust found in fogged disgrace The night forever broke Love's glass embrace
A Very Inviting Temptation! I remember of a particular situation. I was offered a very "inviting" temptation. The situation I was in... I didn't belong! And lost any sense of "right and wrong." At first... I felt no guilt or shame. And brought embarrassment to my family's name. I tried to explain this to my wife and kids. I heard; "Dad... please... no more fibs!" The Godly principles were "tossed to the side," As the sin inside caused arrogance and pride. Soon, all in my life that truly mattered... Was gone! My life was empty and shattered! I was sorry for all of the problems I caused! This time... I took a moment to pause. I cried to God to rescue me from my sin. I confessed! Would God help me once again? I read in the Bible of Jesus' grace and love! This time the help I needed had to come from above! I asked him for a fresh and brand new start. He removed the stain from a broken heart. He restored to me the joy I once had. I'm so blessed! Jesus has made me glad! Jesus is the reason I'm here today! I LOVE HIM more than words can say! By Jim Pemberton
It's a private beach And they don't want Our kind There But I've got a bucket Full of private Sand That I'm willing to Share I'll offer it freely By the cup Private sand From a private Man Composed of blistered Dreams Lots of Bad luck And I wouldn't think Of charging For my private Dust As long as you love Me As long as you Trust That a day will come When my sand becomes More Than a bucket of Prayers A bucket of Horror Look out toward the sea My love The waves foam in mad Design Look into my eyes My twin And know you are Mine Just a man A bucket And some Private sand A man And his Bucket Full of Crazy plans It's a private beach And they don't want Our kind There But I've got an ocean Of private Love That I'm willing to Share Run across the beach Let me wrestle you to the ground Kiss you forever Thank God For what I've found A lover Willing to share Believe in her Man In My bucket My single Bucket Of Private Sand
Words are the quintessential mystical fabric and common medium of all poetry. Words often portray what the poet sees, senses, feels, imagines, and even dreams. The very magic of poetry comes to life from a deliberate woven process Of words enveloped into thoughts, metaphors, beliefs, situations, and emotions. There is a saying in the original Latin: "Verba sunt indices animi," Which when rendered in English is: "Words are the indices of the mind." Words, in the poetic sense, form the ethereal undergirding for these indices And beckon all poets to think deeply and precisely—and to challenge their thoughts. As poets develop and expand the precious word treasures of their minds, They begin to see and sense over time a deeper understanding of the human psyche, And a greater appreciation for the complex circumstances and interactions of people Which drive the human endeavor—good, bad, happy, sad, glad or indifferent. Words then form the very symbolic arrows in the poet's quiver to be employed With thoughtful care and meaning, enraptured intent, and an enchanted vision. We as poets should strive for nothing less as we reflect on our poetic visions, For these can be always visualized in: "Words are the indices of the 'poetic' mind." Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, Schoeningen, Germany (September 23, 2014)
I can't hear the words as they come from my mouth I can't hear the screams as they work their way out As I write all is seen is a blur and blank moment and Once recovered sensed the words were written,not Even a look to see what was written only to know it Was there.Sleepless night,taunt filled faces horde my Dreams.Have this made me fall so low no longer am I Am I able to stand on my own to feet.How many times Will you make me cry before claiming only to being a Witness in a crime,your crime. Putting on that face Working the crowds with amazing easily,how I hate you Yes all the thing I think about revolve around you. How many times have I witness myself wound my self With your blade? As though under a spell doing as order Without a cry to the world what made me so diligent ? But no longer can you be a witness,No longer can I be A witness to these crimes that been committed.Be us both Sinners be us both lovers be that we both be cursed We shall witness our sins become whole and the love in Which we share spread further and further like the flames Of hades. May there be peace for sinners in the next world. We are both witnesses and at the same time We are both sinners one day to become consumed by our Own darkness how far will we fall until that moment comes? May we be good may we be bad may we fall may we live may May we die or carry on we are the Witnesses We are the Sinners To this world and the next.
God made all people But some better than others? Stop being silly.
The wren hour drool within that very day, When we were taken on a forage trip, Beyond the karfanchan dangling viaduct, In our own vertigo, And was coll by the alien sun of a day, We passed-by, As enamor was with her, Many was about, I choose aftermath, As for aeon of a time, Yes it was such a wonderful voyeur, Had wish it lingers us far too off, I puff vrouw through my wife beak nose, Their ears, eyes stand-out like Coco-yam leaf, whilst her frescata inhold my once beholden self , Some whisker pups prance across My vrouw, Wanton in their Omnishamblings, like a dumb duck, Meanwhile like sorts of the sky high, Behind their mounting shack, And her scamps out wrung the furthest spot, As we bore off a bit pointing yet, Felt we are on the hoof side.
Written August 21, 2013 There's a girl in the garden She's messing with your rose bed Plucking weeds out from your head And watering the seeds in your bed But where will she wander When the roses are dead Will she come back for more When they turn back to red She can run all alone Write this story in stone On concrete slabs Of skin and bone
Little do they know this candle is a torch. That this torch a conflagration. Little do they know these rocks are a mountain. That these mountains are earth. Little do they know we still see in the dark. That the darkness births sunlight. Little do they know these trumpets will call. That the call will emancipate. Raise your head from its hunched state knowing that they will one day see A truest composition of you and me.
when you're fast asleep and thoughts creep into your head and flood your brain until it weeps and your mind descends dark and deep into a land of dead end worlds where the only way out is the way you came in but the road is way too steep and your feet are made of lead and every smile is just pretend and nothing is to be believed and you're going off the deep end bleeding rivers of hatred into a pool of shallow deceit where every thought is colored red and every shade of black completes every nightmare ever conceived born of blood-stained dreams within dreams where that person you used to be is falling into skies of silent screams and contemplating death all the while wishing to be alive again
We sometimes drink and smoke so much We get beat until we are battered Our dreams were like one giant wall of glass where upon they were destined to be shattered Broken in a heap of glass we now stay occupied where lost souls continue to gather Dark yet so desolate living amongst those were nothing in life but a quick death seems to matter It seems as if the harder we try the more below we get needing somekind of ladder All I hear are silent screams among gossiping chit chatter Our truth is getting skinnier while our lies are well fed by the way the are getting fatter Crying souls overcome those that are filled with laughter The clock for many of us gets slow but our life train to death only gets faster Many of us which remain lost in addiction looking for a positive leader, a mentor, some kind of master But when shyt hits the fan we must remain strong even if we just lost someone close and are feeling sadder If life is to throw us those curveballs in a the ring then its time stop mr nice guy and get badder You must endure the shyt that you got to endure even if it gets your hands and feet a little tathered Life can and will get you drunk so handle your drink or let it bring you down until you can no longer stagger You must tell yourself **** them and everybody else because you still got skill even if you aint got swagger Just tell yourself "**** they judgements" because you know in your own eyes you still look sharper than a dagger SO QUIT ACTING LIKE YOU AINT NEVER BEEN MENTALLY BEAT UNTIL YOUR PERSONALITY WAS BATTERED.....BECUASE IT WHAT YOU MAKE IT IN THE END THAT TRULY MATTERS!!!!!
Braver … Than All The Mighty Lions Can Roar Braver … Than All The Spirited-Wings, That Soar Braver … Than All The Explorers, Who Explored ( Philippians 2: 7, 8 ) Braver … Than All Or Any Of Us … Is The Lord Truer … Than Those Who Faced Beasts, Who Devoured Truer … Than Any Martyr, Who Has Been Whipped & Scoured Truer … Than Any, Who Have Faced Hate & Been Scarred Truer … Than Any Creature Ever, Is The Lord The Freedom Fighter … More Than Any Mortal-Soldier The Freedom Fighter … More Than Any Mortal-Warrior The Freedom Fighter … More Than Any Army Corp The Freedom Fighter … Problem-Solver & So Much More The Leader … More Than Julius Caesar The Leader … More Than The Great Alexander The Leader … More Than Queen Elizabeth-Tudor The Leader … More Than Eisenhower Or Any Super-Power The Conqueror … He Is Unbeatable, Undefeatable The Conqueror … He Is Undeniable, Undefiable The Conqueror … He Is Invincible, Indefensible The Conqueror … He Is Unstoppable, Unswervable Stronger … Than Any Petrified, Nailed Board ! Stronger … Than Any Bound & Thorn Whip-Cord ! Stronger … Than Any Guard, Or Tombstone Hard ! Stronger … Than Any Bloodied, Spear Or Drawn Sword ! (He's Stronger Than Any Bullet Or Bomb Can Explode!) So, Look Higher … Than Any Arch Cathedral Look Higher … Than Any Gold-Domed Temple Look Higher … Than Any Religious Symbol Look Higher … Than Any Cosmic Or Man-Made Idol The One Messiah, The Worthy One, Paid What We Can't Afford The One Messiah, The Worthy One, His Blood & Soul Outpoured The One Messiah, The Worthy One, The Christ, Who Restored It's All On Record, GOD Gave His Word, GOD Gave, The Lord Braver … Than All The Lions & Beasts, That May Roar ( Rev. 13: 11-15 ) Truer … Than All The Saints & Self-Made Saviors Or Survivors Stronger … Than Any Enemy, Higher Than Our Hearts, For Love Is His Core The Freedom-Fighter, Leader-Conqueror, Who Will Win The Final-War ( Rev. 16: 14-16 ) (Braver … Than Any Human Being, Ever Born) GOD … Please Grant Us: The Courage Of Jesus The Strength Of Jesus The Loyalty Of Jesus The Love Of Jesus The King Of Kings ( Rev. 19: 16 ) The Prince Of Peace ( Isa. 9: 6, 7 ) & The Amen … ( 1 Cor. 1: 20 & Rev. 3: 14 ) That's Why … In The Name Of Jesus ( Philippians 2: 9-11 ) Amen His MoonBee
Confess I did mine flaw, of the blemish kept locked in mine depths The austere yes the less than adorned bearing of her bloom, caused tempt beyond mine bare In mine depths wanting thoughts, attached to mine; cold hard stare
I know you. Candles lit, incense fuming, You like it when I bite your neck, just hard enough. Blankets thrown about the room So recklessly, they refold themselves. And we roll down a hill together, Kissing the leaves, tickling with our eyes, Laughing with our hearts. "You'll just leave me for the next girl you find." "Yes," I say. Because only Nothing Lasts forever. And it spills through the cracks in your hands The moment you grasp it. Like water from a stone. She bites my neck Drawing lines of ecstasy down my back with her fingernails Spilling into me, fighting my words. "I leave when the sun sets."
I feel the flames of love ignite, Burning me to my very core, As it blazes on into the night; Deep in my heart I know it's right, I've never felt like this before; I feel the flames of love ignite; Sweat glistens in the fire light, And my senses tingle for what's in store, As it blazes on into the night; Your kisses on my skin, alight; It leaves me begging for more and more, I feel the flames of love ignite; My passion drives me to my height, And in fervor we explore, As it blazes on into the night; We can't hold back now anymore, In unison our bodies soar; I feel the flames of love ignite, As it blazes on into the night. ~ For Catie's Villanelle Me Contest~
Oh, ever flowing pen I've grown cognizant You, my only comforting friend, Taking me adrift Waves of the forbidden sea Venturing into territory unmarked, That offers a soothing melody Caressing, permeates tranquility As you rock my restless mind Into a delusional bliss Unspoken words that dance With excitement upon my paper
Questions for everyone Has anybody ever sat? In a garden filled with flowers Have you felt the magic there? Have you felt the power? Have you sat there with the body still? And the mind too, just the same? Have you ever lost yourself? As the mind stopped playing games Have you seen those magic colours? And really seen them too! Have you felt the touch of the morning breeze? Have you seen the way she do? Touch those branches with her glory Make them dance in the morning sun As the sparkles nearly blow your mind And you're the holy one? Have you ever heard the dove's warm Coo And that deep, deep ravens croak? Have you seen the mulberry tree? As she dons her summers coat? And radiance and reverence Are all that one can know Have you ever sat there in the garden? And watched the morning flow.
The Nameless Slipping through the sieve of history, the nameless rest. Not for the nameless are roads renamed, nor monuments built. Not for the nameless are songs sung, nor ink spilled. The nameless rest. Their silent sacrifice, quiet ordeal, muted trauma, remain interred, amongst their remains. The nameless rest. Not for the nameless are doctorates conferred, nor eulogies recited. Not for the nameless are honours bestowed, nor homages directed. The nameless rest. They rest within us, they walk with us, in every step that we tread. They rest within us, they walk with us, for their spirit is not dead. "Your name is unknown, your deed is immortal" - inscription at The Tomb of the Unknown Soldier WWII in Moscow Special thanks to my dearest elder sister Tasneem Nobandla Moolla, whose conversations with me about life as a non-white person growing up in pre and post-Apartheid South Africa prompted me to write this dedication to the countless, nameless South Africans of every colour, whose sacrifices and dedication in the struggle against Apartheid tyranny must never be forgotten. My sister's middle name 'Nobandla' which is an isiXhosa name and means "she who is of the people" was given by her godfather, Nelson Mandela, my father's 'best-man who could not be, as Nelson Mandela was unable to-make it to my parent's wedding as he was in jail at the time in the old Johannesburg Fort. This was the 31st December 1961.
choice color, artist! the rainbow chose me...
This is confusion at its best One's will has been put to the test This concerns the crossing of line Events all do play out just fine Consider this before you whisk The reward is more than the risk No matter how we scream and shout Lacking faith always carries doubt Feelings of love never taken From those who have felt forsaken The condition of heart and mind They really put us in a bind Yes, true life is all about change Though we try not to rearrange Sometimes we try do what is right Knowing it is well beyond sight Whenever you feel the wind blow Try to understand this and know No matter how we scream and shout Lacking faith always carries doubt Feelings of love never taken From those who have felt forsaken Baby eagle steps off the cliff Spread your wings sweet baby for lift Soar the heavens way up above Along side his heavenly dove No matter how we scream and shout Lacking faith always carries doubt Feelings of love never taken From those who have felt forsaken Remember the climb of trunk slow For those of you whom in the know Again the spreading of wings Sailing upon wind as though sings No matter how we scream and shout Lacking faith always carries doubt Feelings of love never taken From those who have felt forsaken
My day is a day to be reckoned with my Sir! I am down back to zero going again you see. I carry a silver stick just for you not for me. Do know I roll in a blend of pure magic I stir. Like my soup you are and a cat I shall purr. My summer is magic my winter cues as be. I am busy you see to fly in and out like thee. But in between this world is a cross to incur. And at the end of this world is even a bigger cross, Sharp as a whistle seemingly to be at a great loss! ® Registered: Ann Rich 2009 .
A day's of hard work, and serious issues to handle, though some hiccups may arise, in order to erase these hiccups, we need to have some fun, and laughter is only the best medicine, to cure on these hiccups hands on, for this, we may not travel afar, just take a look at Indian politics, quite laughable as it is, wherein a number of issues, had come to the forefront, mostly related to the cap on cylinders, and the FDI in retail, wherein a number of politicians, cast a number of political ambitions, of becoming the National leader of our Motherland, but have no concern for the citizens, living in here, wherein the bridge between the poor and the rich, gets wider and wider, it is not the pursuit of political ambitions, which the citizens want in here, it is the solutions to various problems, which they want, and as such there is no politician, as fit enough for this purpose, are they really fit enough, is the question and as laughable as it is, it is time for the younger generations, to take the plunge into politics, wherein they need to cast over their fear, and political apprehensions, and save their dear Motherland India, from all troubles, and to make their Motherland into a Paradise!!
Flakes falling on our heads. Ebullient animas of angels Rejected at heaven's gate. White. Pure. Light. Soft. Tender. Innocent. ICE-COLD! Silent.
Sometimes I get stuck in the struggle And I forget that this life is real, Full of real love, Full of real people, Full of real strength, Full of real faith. Look around Because this is real. Welcome to reality; This is God's amazing life!
Oh lonely Inevitable Bear, Padding claws, death in white Sorrow in recurring nightmare Instinct's test; fight or flight? Camouflage against the fence, A challenge; my subconscious fear Ominous slowly moving silence, "Let me in, there's a bear out here!"
heart flutters bearing the news appointed poet laureate bows comrades honoring name gift gabble raising thy brows expectations of nil inspirations for others Tribute To Poetry And To All The Wonderful Poets Here In The Soup Bowl I Bow To Each Also Entry For Brian Strand's Poet Laureate Contest GL All
I am a misprint, Ink blot on love, I remain a maybe Longing for fact, No speck of lint, A hand in glove. Thunder; a baby Will only react When you etch Parallel clouds, Whistling on cue To a dead town. Dream a sketch Of silent crowds Becoming you, This boiling crown Chews thought Into flagellation. Holes in the walls To spy through, Seeking a sort Of bricked-up sun. A heaven of halls, All leaving you.
My Wishes are Simple My wishes are simple, my desires few, to gaze upon an ocean, and marvel at a solitary drop of dew. My wishes are simple, my dreams not too grand, to feel the waves teasing my tired feet, with no footprints left in the cool, wet sand. My wishes are simple, my thoughts serenely gentle, calm, my heart resting beneath a swaying palm, healing my being, caressed by nature's soothing balm.
One day at a time With the delusion of anger, falling from my eyes, The veil of bitterness, Torn from the one I despised, My heart withers in my chest The spell that cast a shadow on this beauties shimmering frame That hid a wonder a mystery this woman bearing my name. I cannot believe I've lived alongside you for so long And missed the chorus of a lover's refrain. We like strangers in the night Ships passing by on a foggy sea, Have rediscovered each other again, Fearful yet wanting, the task ahead daunting, Forever changed by the crimson stain, Leaving us equipped in ways we can never explain. One day at a time, we live for these moments, One day at a time, is all we are given, And by the grace of God our one day at a time will turn into memories That we will share over a lifetime.
I did see you out of the corner of my eye, Chills ripped through me raging in wind. I did not know you to be a lifetime friend. Our last life we must have said good-bye. Our love did not just come in and out to die, Our souls would be encircling merciless sin. I am feeling you breathe me desperately into your skin. Be it to you I never could tangle up my red rag tail dye. We went away, We came back, We went astray, We became slack! Our last life has predefined today's feat of fate! So, my destiny by fate is forever in you my mate! ®Registered: Ann Rich 2010
I'm So Glad The Lord Accepted Me! I'm so glad the lord accepted me! I look forward to being with him for eternity! I'm so glad that the lord found me! Each day now… His love surrounds me! I'm so glad that the lord didn't :"pass me by!" He gives living waters that satisfy! I'm so glad for everything that he has done! Al praise and honor to God's anointed son! I'm so grateful for the lord that I am his! Hallelujah! I'm thankful for the new life he gives! I'm so thankful to the Lord for the life he gave! There's nothing that gave me… I would trade! I'm so joyful in the lord for his love divine! He is here now and will be with me throughout time! I'm excited for what the lord is going to do! This same lord is here today… And can be YOURS too! By Jim Pemberton
Do Unto Others As You Would Have Them Do Unto You… I have many times read in the Bible, "the golden rule." "Do unto others as you'd have them do unto you!" I often wonder if many people really take this to heart. This is where Christ' love in action really starts! Just think if we treat others the way we want to be treated. Many relations would certainly be healed and completed!! If we were to speak kindness the way we want to receive it. Others would see Christ' love in us… And would believe it! If we were serious about seeking a Godly way of living. We'd see much more of Christ' love and forgiving! The challenge is to simply do what our Lord is wishin Applying "the golden rule" must be our mission! Thanks be to God for the way he treats us all the same! May we humbly serve others in Christ' name! Giving to others the way we want to receive must be our goal… If we're going to receive the richness of Christ in our soul! By Jim Pemberton
The winter is balancing on tense ropes. I cant and I am getting older, To years of sharpness I owe My pulse's rhyme, My blood's red. In a world's thunder I tasted the salt -my memory's trail- Suddenly alone I begun, Inexcusably alone I march Serving the sentence of my freedom. Few tears Few patience With empty hands I am grooving the rock of a Fate Fighting -a masterpiece of stone and silence- And I pray In a sun beamy To shed light and fire on my worn mask. If the sum of my life Reaches the infinity, Proliferous by expextations divine Divided by each wave I dared to dash And extended to the choice of a breath, I will be human between humans Counting the numbers of my steps, Loud and steady, I will lead my soul outside, To the open air.
People in church,, talked to me about knowing God. At first I didn't know him…. I thought it was "odd." But then, I made a commitment to know and serve him. It meant a lot to me, to let him know that I loved him. The next few weeks I spent a lot of time in prayer. I wanted to spread God's good news everywhere! I often told others, at church, about my burning passion. But many laughed, and said; "you're just old fashioned!" But, wait a minute! Isn't this what Christ wants us to do? I read, "the harvest is ready." "The laborers are few!" I soon realized that many in church don't get too "excited." Remaining in their comfort zone, has often, been decided! Often, in my desire to serve God, I felt all alone. I even wanted to tell others of Christ, from my home! In the local stores, and business, I wanted to do ministry. After all, I knew that God had given me the ability! I was often criticized by others in church for doing "wrong." This type of serving God, many felt, just didn't belong. Many felt the "right" way was to give others the Sunday sermon From the outline, then perhaps others could be learnin'… What a disappointment this often turns out to be! People in church not concerned about others' eternity! No matter what others say. No matter what others do! I am not ashamed to publicly say "Jesus… I love YOU!" I'm simply seeking God's approval. Not that of men! So that others may know and find forgiveness of sin! By Jim Pemberton
. .Touched By Love I Feel– So–In– Love This Heart Of Mine Loves With All Of My Soul-Love My Greatest Love & Glory-Love & Always Truest Story Love My Oldest, Yet Like New-Love, My Life Always Knew This Love My Boldest - Brightest, Wisest Love, My Surest, Undisguised Love Deep & Wide As The Ocean Love, High As Space–Skies Above Love My Sweetest Love, & Complete Love & Most Easiest To Love My Unreleased, At-Peace Love & My Powerful, Unleashed Love My Simple... Unselfish, Warmest, Wealthiest, Purest, Love My Most Enduring… Devoted… Desired… & Dearest Love My Biggest, & Beauteous & Blest & Best of All Loves Because From YOU: Comes All Other Big & Small Loves a Child a Husband a Father & Mother Love Friend, Stranger, Christian - Sister & Brotherly Love Love … This Real … Will Keep Us Together Love Love … Is The Only Thing That Matters Love Songs & Dance & Romantic & Poetic Loves Are My Pleasures & Philanthropic Loves Live ... For Holy Love & For Only Love Eternal Love … & … Supernal Love The Son Of God, Came For Love Father GOD, Gave For Love The Essence Of Love The Idea & Ideal of L… O… V… E… G O D O f ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ L… O… V… E… Reflect This Love…Respect This Love Protect This Love … Until Perfect Love Go Beatles: All You Need Is Love All You Need Is Love Love Is All You Need Love Is All You Need Love Is All You Need She Loves You Yeah Yeah Yeah She Loves You Yeah Yeah Yeah She Loves You Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
It's a Christian Thing… When our freedoms are challenged, and our faith is denied, When life hangs in the balance, equality decried, Our solemn call to action, necessary and good, May be called into question, even misunderstood, Freedom from oppression, on which our country was built, Our forefathers lessons, a nation's pride now distilled, Building society, where freedom can ring, I say with great piety, its a Christian thing! We always acknowledge, those with different views, Afford them the privilege, and the freedom to choose, But we built this great land, in this peculiar way, To give freedom to man, and what he has to say. But let us not forget, the reasons for these freedoms, To each serve our Lord best, and unite in these seasons, For it is love of our neighbors, of which we now sing, Our response to our Savior, it's a Christian thing! America the beautiful, of which I am proud, Patriotic and dutiful, we answer out loud, Don't tread on us, or our God given rights, Don't give us causes, for which we will fight. Now as a nation, we will turn the other cheek, For we're taught patience, and when to be meek, But don't doubt for a moment, our resolve or the power of our sting, As we give you time to foment, it's simply a Christian thing.
If I could dream for anything I would dream of Peace, Love and Unity for all Bloods & Crips all gangs, are in need of a change for you represent such ignorance and scrutiny Difference in colors worn Sides in which you were born are truly all that divides when the two opposing sides collide and it makes no sense for we all Bleed Blue turned Red Blood Inside And a future generation is hard to provide when death, is like your shadow creepin' up by your side and drive-by shootings happen each late night, outside where running seems the only option to know for no places to hide no defense for your demise for a difference in colors worn and what side in which you were born is truly all that divides when these two sides collide and it makes no sense to me for we all Bleed Blue turned Red Blood Inside
Written February 24, 2012 One too many times Our love has been unkind To the rigors and chills of the snow The streets they meet Intersecting the heat But the cold will blow without heed To rekindle the flame Must sound quite insane But it's all I have left in this world Yet to feed from the hand Of another's demands Could lead to the start of the fall Ride the wind Wherever it goes Don't ask it questions You don't want to know The wind will carry you home
Play The Radio Get Up And Dance All Night Long Music Heals The Soul
She Sings about Love, But She's Broken On The Inside Like a Dulling Light. - He Lost His Muse - - But She Lost So Much More - Maybe None of us are Talented, Maybe Love Perpetuates Creativity. - Onto a Steel Corridor - - Spattered With Broken Glass - The Only Way Out of This is To Let The Waves Lap at Your Feet. - So That The Shoreline Weighs - - More Than The Deepest Fathoms - I'll Play With Fireflies in The Twilight, and They'll Indulge Themselves in My Eyeline Reflections. - Fall To Your Knees in the Water - - So That The Salt Stains Your Lips - Sink Your Teeth Into My Neck and Bite My Mouth, It Was How Your Back Arched. - But Don't Ever Let it Bring You Down - - If We Burn, We'll Burn Together, Alone -
Trying to come down a mountain you've already conquered is the true test, and it's a hard one. Like pouring cheap sanitizer over your bloody hands. The 99.99 that it may kill will not eliminate the painful little hundreth percent of pain that still stands. But it is necessary. I can see parts of my past like jagged rocks I've already placed my feet upon once. They remind me of all the times I slipped up cut myself with such failure I never thought I'd move on from. I slide down the mountain's side, hoping that if I fall forward I will be caught by a cloud filled with the heaviness of my old pride. Reminiscing on a cumulus crime trying to piece together where I made the mistake in believing being selfish would ever put me on cloud nine. It can no longer hold me like flimsy caution tape failing to hold an overwhelming riot at bay and down I go with the rain precipitating all my pain away. At 6'4, my height is pretty easy to see my mind is pretty difficult to read And my beliefs are even harder to understand. At times I feel having the word 'susceptible' tattooed across my chest would be fitting for me just so I could be understood by my fellow man. I heard that 90% of human interaction is nonverbal so if I could, without a word I would speak volumes upon volumes of my autobiography and just live the rest of my life shirtless So that even to the passing stranger, my life story they could comprehend. Vulnerability at it's finest. I learn from experience. After a long fall, I land close to rock bottom. The temptation to give up always seems to make camp in front of the exit of freedom. I can see two male rams clashing their brains together while making a thunderous noise; the most accurate depiction of brainstorming I've ever witnessed, and an easy way to see that staying stuck at the bottom is a choice. There is always something new to learn. Something to struggle with up and down the mountain. What we must learn is to not be ashamed of our struggles, and to instead show how we are victorious through the renewed life we live.
Before there was a world or a word there was unfathomable loneliness in the gaseous expanse of pin pricked night an infinite course of vibrations, sound nascent, coalescing, gestating, until planets ripening birthed with souls. There was only the orb, the throbbing soul and an unknown longing for word, conduits formed synapses gestating to wavelengths of crystalline loneliness, the aching white noise, static, lack of sound, and the wanderers of celestial night. Man was born to such a daunting midnight aqueous eyes and conical ears for soul to shattering din's discordant sound, no bird song, no harmony, no words, just an aging, aching, aloneness, of random thoughts thus wordless gestating. A rhythm of circular gestation formed the day and lingering became night and thus weakened, warmed the loneliness with woman kind He brought her soul. Ether resounded with sheet lightening, words for those sounds were to souls, the God sound. Strong, silibant streams of understood sound released from the oval egg of gestation songs formed as man combined the God like words croonings of passion fill the nubile night as joinings rolled-tidal of mated souls. Word all powerful had freed loneliness. Each creature gifted an end to loneliness earth, water, fire ,wind, all given sound, all graced beloved with shimmering souls, hatched from the dragon's egg, life gestates into the bountiful passage of night. Cherish the ever present presence of the Word. No longer alone, a sound vibrating within each atom relates to the soul, gestation continues in the night's never-ending cycle of the Word's life. *My PASSION is SONG * Many lines have internal RHYME as well as the end rhyme achieved by the use of the same words. *Dedicated to inspiration achieved through the writings of L'Nass Shango & David Smalling
Intimacy – To Put It Delicately, Is Closer Than Flesh Can Form And Stronger Than The Desire … It Bravely Springs Forth From Intimacy – Shuts Door On Separated and Shy Intimacy Knows Who You Are … And Doesn't Need To Ask Why Intimacy – Is More than A Touch, Sight, Smell, Taste Or Words Heard Intimacy – Vanquishes Alone Unknown and Scared Intimacy – Is A Certainty And So Beautiful To Have and Hold Intimacy – Is Secrecy Shared Between Love and In-Love Souls … Intimacy …
Children with an illness, Go through life, They are looked down apon, Because they are different, When really they are not, They are no different from you and me, They have the same blood, Running through their bodies, Just as their hearts as well, So, don't just look apon, Their outer appearance, And judge them, For who they really are, For a lot of them, Are smarter and brighter, Than you and I, Could possibly be, On our brightest day, For they have the gifts, From God up above, So, always take the time, To get to know their inner beauty, For who they really are, Cause they too need love, Just as everyone else does, If not even more.
LOVE AND THE PRUDENT MIND How can passion nab a prudent mind Heartless and unrelenting sorrow Passion which Haunts across seas Crazes uncharted through widow making mountains Shadows its prey day by day from scent of soap to toothpaste caps Sleepless nights in strangers beds—The vows once took cannot be shed How can love annex a prudent mind Diligently plodding through piles of work Jump between the lines and ink like a rapist scare to catch the victim unaware Heartless and relentless sorrow Years refine the passion fire Body aches for vanished scorching touches Heartless and relentless sorrow Like a bird she fled the skies But longs in secret for the midnight flight return
Why are you so devilishly addicting? I come back from you, It looks like I'm on drugs: High and drunk, Out of my mind. The demons inside us braid hairs Until we're peaceful meadows apart, Nuclear wars together.
So many verses, And not enough lines... My soul feels the rhythm,But my mind produces the rhyme... Word by word poetry,just forms in me!!!! ,Constantly, My mind creatively preforms unknown free styles.... Collaborations of rhythm and rhyme, Giving my words a voice that can connect and be heard for miles... How Beautifully it all comes together right before my eyes.... Although I never would, I couldn't change it if I tried.. The Irony in relation to what i write an what is felt, At times it hits deeply... Cause each verse is more than just some words...But also the soul that flows in me....
Why was I given these eyes that hide Behind this clumsy heart- Hands and knees forever searching For an honest soul? It feels as though we're wringing water From a dusty rag. It feels as though we're submerged in longing Ever drowning in our thirst. Why was I given these eyes that grope For another's warmth, When love is fired through a gun, Or taken from a calloused hand; Sight has cursed my heart to see The naked spent to dust. Blindness, Kiss me with your tasteless lips and I will see no more. I will not see their tears through mine, I will not see their laughter; I will not see their careless words, Looking dumbly after. I will not see their hateful glares that only've seen hateful eyes. I will not see their broken ears that never hear my broken cries; They'll all be black to me. Jacob Reinhardt 09/11/2013
Author Note: Entry into Blind Faith Contest At the end of days, the earth displays its anger, Clouds part, heaven awaits, choosing life, I depart.
Her smile always greets me As I close my eyes each night The love in her voice is comforting With passion, she's burning so bright A sparkle in her eyes And a fire in her heart Let's spend together our lives Couldn't stand To Be Apart To Be Apart would destroy me Reduce me to the tears Without her right beside me All throughout the years I don't know what I'd do If I ever had to restart And oh how much I'd lose If we were To Be Apart The most beautiful girl I'd ever seen With every desirable too She was everything to me When we're apart, oh what will I do?
I can't see for these tears have blinded by my eyes. I can't breathe cause these lungs are empty. I feel like I have failed. How could I have failed you so effortlessly? I was suppose to make your sunshine. I was suppose to make you smile. And now I can't even see. I want to escape from being so ordinary. I just want to stand up and scream. Oh my God!!! They said that we would never be. When did you stop listening to me!? Are you telling me that you listened, honestly!? They're liars. And now I am forsaken by a traitor. Liar. Traitor. So now there is no more you and me. I wanted to take you from this world. Escape the hatred and betrayal. I was meant to make you smile. I was meant to take you from here. I have failed you. You have failed me. You listened to them, honestly!? We could have ran from this world that kept us apart. Baby, I wish you would have never listened to a word that they said. I take a moment to ponder about things, I wish you would have gave me another chance. I would have taken all the time in the world to prove them wrong. Your knife, my chest. My blood, your dress. Stitch it up! I'll bite my lip and fake it! Fake it!! I'll say you never meant a thing, anything. I gave you the world, and a diamong ring. A solitaire. You listened to them, when you should have listened to me. I can't see for the tears in my eyes. Broken heart, deception, I'll stitch it up with a few more lies. We could have been far from ordinary. We could have had the world, but we have the contrary. So now this is over, the world has me on my knees. I'll bite my lip, i'll fake it, and say you didn't mean a thing. Still so pretty, you're beauty illuminates this place. I'll light a cigarette and watch this whole world burst into flames.
What is it to see the soil of home again? A welcome, snow-struck and a return To cold; sharp white contrasts sunburn. We converse in broken tongues to men We know, hooked on holiday language Comprised of wandering hand signs. Collect the car and pay parking fines, Drive through towns and over a bridge Until we reach the Western gateway. Oh when will we arrive at our house? No camels there, only field mouse Which are eaten by our cat anyway. The plane flies for an age, slyly yawning Through the stretching, pealing sky, A knife through air; what it is to fly. Our travels over; a new day is dawning.
Time is just a number that is part of fate Time is a number that too few people value And it will continue to disentegrate I will never forget that one day when i was so close yet so far away The sound of a ring lead me to words that i never wanted to hear Lies entered my ears and i fought back tears With my mouth wide open with nothing to say Time was my enemy, I had never felt so betrayed And when i returned home, and lies became truth I was a minute too short and time had ended the heartbeat of one of it's youth Time is just a number that simply burns away As days continue to pass, I will carry this burden to my grave For being a minute too short on that one tragic day When time ended so quickly as skies turned to grey Time is just a number that we cannot waste
I'm just barely trying not really fitting in Age wiser the miser who keeps transcending lessons and blessings keep him grounded in hell this wild child lives not in fear but much with it, far and near Sustaining any bit of stress nothing's important when driven into madness then you've lost, beyond the control that brought you close to greatness exiting down inside the hole of emptiness on which my house was built it landed it on the wicked witch killed her in a grateful guilt The worst think they're better the rest think they're dead the little you know should be invested into knowing a little more to use on the road when all luck is licked I take my luck in the cold world for it's no existence of diamonds and pearls spoiled souls are ugly and twisted while lesser men shine bright for they got used to the void of nothing while the greedy wish to get higher to steal the heaven light Now everything is wrong they bottle their pain exploding, as they fall victim and pass on the blame never at fault stone solid in guilt a champion devours until their dreams are fulfilled nothing can stop them moving like a train up a hill giving up not an option I don't need no one that's my favorite lie I wish it were truer than the darkness of night for I once knew her she kissed me just twice then walked away from my sadness and on with her life I carry that with me as a mistake of my former less informed harmless soul It took all the alone time for my conscious to grow and repair all the damage I gained in defeat defeat now her destruction is nothing but another demon I beat Don't blame me for your limitations they were probably placed there not by mistaken so the potential for evil can never take root and your seed never spreads into a new movement of youth that wears your menacing glance I shake your shaky hand I see the way of the culprit in your uneasy glance and the way you carry yourself high above all the rest I'll give you that feeling that to me is the nothingness Much like the nothing you come to realize your doing for the better spreading your lies as if you believed them like the false belief in yourself happiness is that door that you haven't opened yet or you wouldn't so freely steal it from those who have always so jealous you don't know what its like living without it As I say in final thought I put in the work now so later I'll not and when I reach greatness I'll remember the way with your own shovel you dug such a deep grave.
Kisses Forehead ~ cheeks ~ chin Remember when... On the nape of my neck I smile, you grin Kisses With slow ~ feathered Finger tips... You softly Outline my lips Kisses I long for them Your gentle kisses My smile, your grin Remember when... Lay
The Petty Posh-Wahzee - Liberation & Ostentation The Not-So Distant Past: The fallen fighters for freedom, are unable to turn in their graves, their battered, fragmented bones, mixed with a handful of torn rags, are all that remain, a mute reminder of their selfless valiant sacrifice. They endured brutal Apartheid harassment, detentions without trial, torture in the cells, and mental anguish when loved ones disappeared, they left their homeland, to continue the struggle against racial bigotry, while countless others fought the scourge of white-minority rule at home. Nelson Mandela and many, many others, spent their lives imprisoned, on islands of stone, and on islands of the cruellest torture, yet they stood, never bowing, never scraping, they stood, firm for ideals for which they were prepared to die, and many, many comrades did die, at the hands of the callous oppressor, and many, many comrades perished in distant lands, torn from their homes, while the struggle continued, for decades, soaked in blood, in tears, in pain. The Present: 19 years have passed, since freedom was secured at the highest of prices, delivering unto us, this present, a gift of emancipation from servitude, a freedom to walk this land, head held high, no longer second-class citizens, in the land of our ancestors, whose voices we hear and need to heed today. I do not care much for fashion, Lewis-Fit-On and Sleeves unSt.-Moron, yet the ostentation that I witness baffles even my unsophisticated palate, our ancestors' plaintive whispers are being dismissed, left unheeded, as we browse the aisles for more and more, always for more and yet more. Asphyxiated by the excess of the Petty Posh-Wahzee, we find ourselves, perched precariously on the edge, of a dissolution of all that is humane, babies go hungry, wives are battered, our elders left in hospitals for hours, I cringe as I scribble these words, perhaps too sanctimonious and preachy, yet I know, deep in the marrow of my brittle bones, I know, I know, I know, this tree of freedom planted by the nameless daughters and sons of Africa, needs to be shielded, nurtured, protected from our very own baser impulses, so that the precious tree of freedom, may bear the fruit that may feed us all, for if not, then we are doomed, to tip over, and into the yawning abyss, we shall fall.
In that wedding In that piece of pandemonium I saw him, right there In between the crowd Where he was performing a traditional dance I locked my eyes on him And God! I wondered he looked just like him But even more beautiful, more powerful, much handsomer I waited and waited until he noticed me I was there, so far away, on that table Sitting upright, eyes locked, and thoughtful Will I ever see him again? That shared hidden passion That I loved to practice The dance finished, the guy left with his crew I sat in despair and sighed I would never see him again A week passed, a wedding was on plate I attended it elegantly Dancing with ways It was a lady- only matter So I took off my scarf And lay down my hair The groom entered the hall We all shall put our scarf on To his beloved bride he walked With such intensity and pride The traditional crew walked right in I just sat there and looked Until I saw him again That guy Whatever his name is I lay down a smile of delight And pointed in my mind And said "that is him" Oh thank you God for this! I sighed vulnerably again to realize I would never see him again
Now I'm just a failure Too afraid to make a mistake. I've already been there, Stuck in a route that leaves no breaks. What is Your plan for me Father? At once I thought I knew. Now I'm disillusioned; Please bring me back to You.
If I seem down forgive me Frowns I carry around live in me When I break you see right through me GIVE BACK THE SOUL I SOLD... The hurt I've learned brews in me GIVE BACK THE SOUL I SOLD... Your words so true renew me If only you'd re-design me Take time rewind refine me Recreate the mold without lies I've told... GIVE BACK THE SOUL I SOLD... The hurt I've learned brews in me GIVE BACK THE SOUL I SOLD....
I knew from the beginning, That you were just a flirt; Yet I fell in love with you, Knowing I'd be hurt. I thought I could tie you down, And make you love just one; But how could I do something, No-one else had ever done. I know you never loved me, And I'm trying not to cry; For I must find the strength somehow, To kiss your lips good-bye. When you ask for me again, You'll find I won't be there; I want a love to call my own, Not one I'll have to share. So I will hide my broken heart, Beneath a laughing face; And though you'll think I never cared, No-one else can take your place.
I Gathered The Aura Of Light Around Me The Aura Of Light, Softly Surrounds Me An Aura Of Light, So Bright I Closed Eyes To View Sight … Caress and Coalescence Coexistent … Luminescent by The Force of A Million-Billion, Rushing Beams ! … and Just As Many, Soft, Sweet-Dreams … GOD's Gifts, Are So Supreme !! My Sweet, Silver Sanctum Gleams ! … in The Aura Of Light Around Me …
'my eyes with a film over them clouding them with iridescent shapes of you' I'm reading this again... probably not the best thing for me to read at this moment. sending off...hmm? do you still feel the same? a ramble of unpoetic lines shoved together haphazardly if the power of words can kill then I'm butchering a pig— —blood as virtual ink! …pathetic not poetic… comparing my 'poetry' to yours my UNpoetry yet, you say— —you claim to love it sending off— —do you still feel the same? 'my eyes' -coming 'round full circle- 'with a film over them' —just incase— you've forgotten [my eyes with a film over them clouding them with iridescent shapes of you] 'clouding them with' -repeated- 'iridescent shapes of' —not quite— 'you' sending off— —do you still feel the same? do you still feel the same?
If only I could make you see that you mean so much more to me, a priceless gift, wrapped in a smile, the dream that makes my day worthwhile, undoubted proof there is a God, the joy that not all hope is gone. To me you are that piece of mind, that gives the world such sweet reply that although love is sometimes lost, its remnants left will never die- How more could I express my love for words are but the breath in me what more can I, a man still do except to give what's left of me . . . for lips can flatter all too well and sing the praise of many things but you are in a different class to you . . . . . I give my everything! If ever I do fail to prove my strong and constant love for you then never have I lived a day or ever took a breath anew.
what once was bright is now a terrible fade an indominable feeling that hope once gave i'd look at you and my heart would melt in the beginning thats exactly how i felt now i've seen those feeling depart and something diminished pulls us apart all that extra energy just seemed to desolve after suspisions of unfaithfullness became involved my illusions decreased and came to a cease and my stary stare became a glare what was once deemed ours now yours and mine all of love disitegrated by one single crime instead of love i have the passion of hate feelings well hidden as i resolve my fate looking for a get away away to escape an open door an unlocked gate once a secret love now a secret hate i wanted to be with you but now i want to escape
Land of wave-like verse churning love into a gum-like consistency tasting of nicotine and nectar. Steeped in tears and magic Metaphor for silver or nubility immortality and abundance Hiding your yawning emptiness Behind ballads and psychosis Airless craters turn to allegories for love consumed or unrequited Lost or gained suddenly like a surprised sliver of a plum inside a boarding house Sunday cake And a certain cliché for timeless allure.
It's The Hardest To Write When There's Nothing But Momentum Driving The Misery. - Every Single Day is The Same - Each Limb Protruding From My Torso, Which May as Well Just Be Headless Flesh and Muscle. - Wouldn't Make a Difference - I am Destined To Dust, as are We all, The Impact I Have Created Will Follow Me Only To Soil. - The Decaying of Empathy- Every Particle, Every Fibre of My Entity Screams At The Exact Same Time With The Same Voice. - Somebody Set Me Free - "Dont You Get It Boy?" They Scream To Me, "Don't You Get It? We are Nothing, You... are Nothing" - ...Without Her - Time Seems to Ten Fold The Scenarios I Create So Speedily, Causing Small Cracks To Appear Vast. - All Cavernous and Crumbling - Walking Past Pictures of Your Childhood, Hands All Covered in Cloudy Residue, Wondering Where it Went. - You Have Nothing - To Fall From Grace You Must First Reach it, But I can't Hold Myself Accustomed To Such a Privilege, Not Yet. - Maybe Death Will Verify My Existence - - Just Like She Did -
Tons more I wish to do, Much more I want to do, Before I am laid on the pyre facing the sky deep blue, Much more I wish to do………. I want to scale scary heights, I want to bungee jump without any fright. I want to travel rough terrains on bikes, I want to make it through forests and go on long hikes. I want to wander singing songs, I want to sing about how I mended my wrongs. I want to be creative again , I want to write about my joys thrills and pain. I want to pour my heart and passion in my works, I want to write verses & haikus without reactions knee jerks. I want to take many a calculated risks, I want to learn from the entire process without shortcuts or fancy tricks. I want to contribute for a good cause, I want to give without siphoning material or emotional dross. I want to untangle messed up issues, I want to wipe off tears with empathy laced tissues. I want to work on taboo subjects, I want to solve regression of y on x. I want to listen to my music loud, I want to pen my work in a place far from the madding crowd. I want to sow seeds and many a plant, I want to bask in sun rays that into my room slant. I want to drench in the rains, I want to make paper boats and sail them in the drains. I want to pick up from the ground and smell fresh wet earth, And then joyously have my speech filled with mirth. I want to boldly write about myself only for me, I want the world to know me & my mind as they will always see. I want to meet often the persons, who mean a lot to me, I want to be able to emote my passions and feelings of love and glee. I want to be happy about just any small thing, And all this I want to do before the last breath to my nostrils I bring. Facing the blue skies on my funeral pyre, I want to be on the best craft my soul can hire…. All this I want to do very soon, Before sets into me dreaded gloom. But the life I live is taking its toll, I am yet to get out of this oblivious hole. Time is just right to set aside, And take a ride Fulfill my wants and dreams that I nurtured in me to grow, And I had put away sheathed in a cocoon of time many years ago. Now I don't want a moment long, And I will do what I want and sing my own song, And do what in me I let grow, Many, many years ago. by: Sashi.Prabhu
They say"Life,s like a box of chocolates" But I would say it,s like a "Can of Nuts" Rough,salty n hard to chew... "Although I must say" When the smoothness of the chocolate, And the roughness of the nuts come together!!!! It makes Life a Hellova lot more interesting!!! "Tasty too".... UNTIL THE MELT DOWN".... But honesty if somethin can,t maintain n the sun!!!! An only at it's best in the cold an darkness, How can it really be good? Hmmmmmmm...(~_~) ALTHOUGH BADDDDD CAN!!! SOMETIMES BE GOODDDDD...Hmmmmmmm
Late night, coming home from work, making the turn onto the rural highway, shortcut between freeways, down shifting, making the turn, realizing that there are no tail lights ahead, upshifting, anxious anticipation, no head lights behind, those conscience joggers, that make one keep his vows, and so the foot goes down, fifty, sixty, eighty, one hundred and beyond, car and body one, rushing through the rural dark, high beams on, willing that no small animal or deer make their journey cross yours, Jerry Rice eyes open to the road ahead, and on the road behind in the mirror, placid anticipation, ready for the heat, taking curves flawlessly, suspended in time and space, aging ended, serene, timeless, at peace, and then the street lights appear, community, the road to home, the vow, never ever, to do that again! Maybe.
I slide my tongue across my lips; I taste salt from where my tears once fell. The serpents been winning the race, Infiltration of my desires take procession, I'm standing in the mirror and I don't recognize my own reflection. It's not the flesh but the soul that's been disquised, every carnal temptation he's devised oh how quickly I've come to oblige. I need to hit rock bottom and slow my pace, at this point he's winning the race, baking firm an eternal glaze upon my face. I care so much that I care not. I'm so hungry yet no food is sought. Feel so much sorrow that I'm not dolorous, sing so loud but leave absent the chorus. I'm vulnerable, looking for warmth in another's touch, simply falling victim to his charms like a little girl searching for warmth in her daddy's arms. Though, he provided no warmth, he didn't provide much, just the foundation, the stepping stone where he left his prints; of course I followed with every step slipping farther from the grasps of temperance. You can call me an abuser Lord, I abused your love, snapped the wing of your symbolic dove, snapped too the wings of thee angel upon the golden gate, funny how I just read Job and he knew not his fate. Thank you for trampling me into the ground, into the dust from which I roze, into utter darkness living with consequences to paths I chose. I thought you were guided me completely from the light, in reality it was never out of sight, even your own shadow leaves you in darkness. Give me the courage that I seek, give me strength when I am weak, and at times make me weak where I am strong. Give me positive passion for life like the passion in "Solomon's Song".
Jesus, I Pray for My Brothers! Years ago, I suggested to my brothers that we pray. They simply laughed at what I had to say! I thought it would be good to get together... That God's love would bind our hearts forever! Division took place and took the "upper hand." I don't think they'd listen or even understand! Over the many years that just went on by... They never once took the time to say; "hi!" Even though they never once seemed to care. I decided to take some time in deep prayer! It was like they would make fun of what I said. At times, maybe they wished I were "dead." At this time, there's a strong and powerful force That's blowing their lives are way off course! I pray that God's spirit will get a hold of them! And let them now how much he loves them! I pray that God's love will be the glue that binds them! May God's mercy and joy be what finds them! I pray that evil will not find it's way in their home! And they would allow Jesus to rule on their "throne." Even though they tried to cast me off, as a "fool." It's God's words, in their lives, that must rule! Jesus can turn around even the worst situation! By the power of his glory and resurrection! Please, dear lord, bind them forever as won! Bless their home! Their daughters and sons! By Jim Pemberton
In the instant of a second, I just always knew. A flickering flame I caught in the eye of you. A feather in the wind and on my last breath, A deeper breeze of Sunsets at night's death, A Star beams on the Moon and lights up the sky. I am in a wonderland amazed at just how high. Lo and behold, it comes to me at the end. My first love left me His message to send. Look up and you shall see me at night, Look down and I am out truly of sight. Hold on to the very end for I am near, It's my voice in your heart you'll hear. Take one breath or even two, I am the one always with you! ®Registered: Ann Rich 2006
My brother came to me, desperate for prayer! Filled with hopelessness and despair! I reached out to him to begin to pray… But I couldn't find any words to say! The Holy Spirit began tugging at my heart within… Convicting me of holding on to a "secret sin." THIS SIN, God told me I must first let go, For this was eating at my soul! My prayer life had been such a mess! I repented! And to God… I confessed! I called out to Jesus' precious name! Inviting him into my heart to reign! On bended knees before my Lord I began to bow, My prayer was going to be answered… Somehow! The prayer request for my brother Was going to be met! For God has never failed me YET! By Jim Pemberton
Why Do I Write? I was born in an era when Shakespeare, Shelley and Wordsworth were kings. Reading them was like hearing beautiful music and after all these years…it still is. Then I fell in love with Emily Dickenson and the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam…what wonderful words of wisdom they imparted! I write because it allows me to express myself…my thoughts, my compassion, my soul… much as my singing has done all my life. Now that that part of my life is waning, I can still be a "diva" in my own eyes! lol I write, because my heart tells me to in the wee hours of the morning when sleep eludes me. I write because these thoughts and words which are choking me...screaming to be free...must be released. I write for those who mourn, or who suffer illness, to console them and say I understand. I write for the lonely, for those who have no hope. whose stories tug at my heart. Since I can't hold them close to me, I try through my poems to convince them there is hope and tomorrow will be better. I write to be heard...to show I am still relevant and have viable thoughts and opinions to share with the world. Experience is still the best teacher. I write to protest injustice wherever I find it. To be silent would be cowardly. I write humorously about inconsequential, everyday situations, to bring a laugh or two into our lives. I wrote my memoirs for my grandchild, to preserve the past for future generations. I wrote poetry to release grief and sorrow when death came to call, to help me find peace and acceptance. I write my religious poetry…not to flaunt my religion…but to praise God and thank him for his sacrifice for me and for the peace his presence brings to me. I also ask his blessings for my friends and loved ones and for the heavy in heart, so that they might find peace and deliverance from the evils of this world. I do not expect my work to be published…I have no illusions about my talent…I write for everyman, most of whom would shy away from the literary world and consider it elitist in the extreme, but when tragedy befalls them, they take comfort in simple words of encouragement and consolation. But most of all, I write for the sheer joy of it and because my soul requires it! Copyright©2008 Beatrice Boyle (All rights reserved) For Frank's "What turns you on" contest
HATEFUL WORDS Do you have any idea how much hateful words hurt those you're spewing them out to? If you are a bully who uses them, you need to know they hurt deeply and could scar a kid for life. Is that what you really want to do? It may seem like innocent fun when you're bullying other kids. It's not! If you keep doing it, your life's going to be nothing but a gigantic flop. If you are a bully, because of the negative impact you can have on another kid, you must immediately stop! I once thought bullying was cool, too, so I would say hateful words to other kids just to see how they would react. I would say hateful words to their face. I would say them behind their back. Then, out of nowhere, I heard the same kind of hateful words, meant for me. I didn't like it a bit; in fact I was hurt and angry as can be. So, I immediately stopped using hateful words. I'm so glad I did. No one deserves to hear hateful words, especially coming from another kid. Al Johnson
Any teardrops that I can borrow? In those Spanish eyes of yours In those big brown Spanish eyes of yours Senorita Sorrow Can you run away with me tomorrow? We can chase our dreams around And make love And start wars In those Spanish eyes of yours In those big brown Spanish eyes of yours You have never lived It's very hard to explain I got lost in Senorita Sorrow somewhere in San Sebastian, Spain somewhere in her Spanish eyes somewhere in the Spanish rain We had the time of our lives But she cried there on the train She couldn't hold back the pain She knew there was no tomorrow My Sweet Senorita Sorrow As she stepped out into the Mid-September Spanish Rain
April 28, 2010 My Super Sonnet Multiple overwhelming thoughts trample upon me in a wild way. Stunned as well as in awe I am compelled to rise upon my own. So then I thought no possible way, I will have to be overthrown. Yes, I definitely have to be thrillistically creative every single day. Now I am living it and now I know excellence so longer I stay. Yeah, I do have it going on and got it all nailed to a white stone. You see, now it is on! I'm sizzling hot up on my game full-blown. Yes, yes, yes, we are on some kind of fire would you like to play? I am going to think about you on this full moon. Maybe you have dug yourself into a cozy grave. Maybe you like the way I situate myself so soon. Maybe its resistible greed or I'm just that brave! Look! I'm feeling you out bringing you my super sonnet, a tat for tit. Indeed! I'm your full spread of Par-Kay or Blue Bonnet, I'm up on it! ® Registered: Ann Rich 2010
You're the air that I breathe The calm to my seethe You're the love that I hate The one perfect mate You're the way that I move I walk in your groove You're the pill that I take With all that's at stake You're the love of my life Though you fill me with strife You're the cloud in my rain Confusing my brain You're the hue in my clothes So that everyone knows You're the hunch in my back It keeps me on track You're the word on my lips The sway of my hips You're the way that I live Though it's hard to forgive You'll be the way I go For I love you so
Your paper-thin porcelain skin, I know how to get right under it. For kicks is why I do it now. You tell me to love but I never knew how. Our feet hitting pavement, We spent the day in sunny California with sun kissed skin. I'm learning to forget and how to fade scars, And you let me let myself down so hard. Your paper-thin porcelain skin, I know how to get right under it. And now I just do it for smiles, We'll never see flower girls stumbling down aisles. I'd lose my head just before that chance, But if you want we can still have a first dance. Cause I think I say things that I don't mean, Once upon a time you meant the world to me. Your paper-thin porcelain skin, I know how to get right under it. But I'm trying to refrain, To make this not all end up in vain. Maybe I can learn to love like some people do, And you can learn to love yourself a little too. Or it is in all fairness to let this go? I guess we can try but then we'll never know.
Her Face was perfection, Still see it everywhere The beauty in her eyes, Please forgive my stare Though to confess my love, Oh no, I wouldn't dare... So I'll just keep thinking of her, But it's just not fair Her Face won't go away, So engrained in my mind This girl was different, Unlike any other I'll ever find Oh how the two of us, How our lives could've aligned... So now, to everyone else, My heart is blind But she'll never know, Just what I would've done to be with her! That I'd gladly travel through time and space Just to appreciate her beauty, And wake next to Her Face Her Face comforts me, Holds me tight and dear Takes me to another world, A new frontier I'm dreaming where she loves me so much, That part is clear... But as I awake, Just shed another tear Her Face and her love, I won't ever forget Lust for her will remain, Lips will get wet I'll be reminded of her, At each days sunset... And I'll remember everything, From the first day we met But she'll never know, Just what I would've done to be with her! That I'd gladly travel through time and space Just to appreciate her beauty, And wake next to Her Face Her Face is the sunshine, A universal light With it's soul and it's passion, It was quite a sight Oh how just to see her, Brought me such delight... But here I am all alone now, Another late night Her Face will surely lift someone up, With unconditional love So what will come of me, Can I rise above? Without Her Face, I'm unsure thereof... Because see, out of my mind, to her, I'll never shove And she'll never know, Just what I would've done to be with her! That I'd gladly travel through time and space Just to appreciate her beauty, And wake next to Her Face Her Face, I see it every night, In my dreams Where everything will all align, Oh how it seems We're walking together... Hands together, Along the forests blue streams Her Face ignited feelings, Things I've never before felt Just got to play the hand, The cruel hand I was dealt I will always have my writing, To continue to dwell... On a lost love to whom one day, I would've knelt
HUG H- Humongous Healthy and Hearteningly U- Unleashes Unspoken Understandings G- Grows Goodness and Gratefulness
how much is it worth to you to feel safe and secure? how much would you spend? how much could you afford? what is the monetary value that you would place on your life? how much money would it take? how much would you sacrifice? what price safety? what would be the cost? what price safety? what would you spend to prevent the loss? too frightened to get on the elevator in the building where you reside don't know if you'll make it to your door before a thief is at your side too scared to walk to your car alone in a public parking lot don't know if you'll get the keys in the door before you're assaulted or shot what price safety? how much money would you spend just to have that feeling of security once again? most every elected official in most every country in this world have their own taxpayer funded security detail the celebrities, movie stars and TV personalities have personal body guards and/ or private security America has been on heightened alert since the Twin Towers did fall the airports, the borders and Homeland Security are constantly on the ball security has become one of the nation's fastest growing industries and you can't go anywhere in this world without showing identity so how much would you spend to remove from your life that spirit of fear? how many dollars would it take to protect what you hold dear? there're not enough police to go around to be in society's face so security officers take up the slack and stand in their place we've become the front line defenders that the community sees to detect, protect and defend them and their property retailers spend thousands of dollars just to secure their goods from thieves, boosters, shoplifters and your garden variety hoods the government be it federal, county, city or state use security officers to keep the peace in abate yet without benefit of weapons, no batons, no vests or guns we hold to our positions and we get the job done we alert the police, FDNY and the EMTs at the first signs of violence, fire and any emergency but we're at a disadvantage when it comes to getting paid for we barely make what would be considered a livable wage what price safety? what would it be worth to you to give security officers what they are due? what price safety? I ask you once more what price would you pay just to feel secure? WHAT PRICE SAFETY?
I keep my dreams and aspirations, stored away neatly in this box. Tied off with a pretty pink ribbon, secured tightly with key and lock. And every time I feel like a failure, I open it, so I can again feel alive. Arms of dreams tightly surround me, giving me strength I need to survive. I've hidden this box in a secret place, where I'm the only who can see. A beautiful box of hopes and dreams, finely sewn with love at the seams. This box is opened quite frequently, especially when we're apart – this rhetorical box of memories, in perfect synch with each beat of my heart
The sky is bright tonight, The harvest moon a beacon Eclipsing city lights, Its orange glow a fire That sets the sky aflame And turns stray clouds Into puffs of smoke - A haze of grey and gold That envelops me And hurls me back in time To that silver shore Where sand scatters like ashes, Where your breath is the tide That steals mine, Your pulse the current That speeds mine. I could lie here for all time - For a moment With salt in my hair And rapture in my heart. Beneath a sky of staring stars, A thousand eyes that blink With wary wonder At our courage to lie so close To the blurred edge, Where waves tear up the shore Like icy claws or eager fingers, Desperate for a touch, For an illusion - A moment of warmth. The sky is bright tonight, The harvest moon a menace Invading my mind's eye.
Anger to me is Wet and red And sucks like quicksand And war is black and loud With fathers' screams Mother's fists And children's silence I fear both
If you were a penny, I'd keep you in my front pocket every day. I'd shine and cleanse you daily, washing all troubles and woes away. If you were a diamond ring, on my finger is where you'd stay. I'd shine the stone feverishly, parting all frets and worries astray. If you were a novel, I'd place you at the very front of the shelf, I'd tear out the pages of misery, and swallow the depression myself. If you were as free as a butterfly, I'd cup you within my hands. I'd whisper all my secrets, then release you from all commands. If you were a painting, I'd pose you directly over so all could see, I'd dust away the tears and guilt, inhaling the particles inside of me. If you were a bronze statue, I would polish you until you shined. I'd scour away the torment, and any melancholy I should find. If you were a flower, I'd pluck the petals of bane from your life, I'd water and feed you frequently, nourishing the roots of strife. If you were an eagle, I'd admire your rare beauty from above, I'd watch you slowly soar into the horizon, taking with you, my heart, my soul and love.
The soul shatters upon death. Sentience fractures into a million variables that swirl chaotically into piercing eyes that melt into the color sadness, spinning into galaxies that shrink to the size of ants and you twirl in a blender of being for eternities until finally, at long last, something sticks. Perhaps it may be as simple as a strand of hair, nonetheless all possibility spins around it, flashing contradictions of rainbow transparencies, empty solids and polka dotted space, continuing until a second hair joins the first, clutching to the nothingness and refusing to move. Soon thousands of hairs arrive and synchronize above a scalp unto a face, torso, limbs… materializing ever faster… and at once you are born. And just as the memory of your trial and error experiments and prior life evaporate, you embrace the arms of a stranger, gazing into her eyes, hung between this world and the next… sobbing in a fit of omniscience, in awe of your hard earned shape. Jacob Reinhardt 10/15/2013
Human Fleshlings Imperfect flesh Fantasy perfection Love is all we need Yet all we want is greed We seek perfection to plant our seed We expect them to follow our lead We're full of sin How can we expect to win?
Caress me gently with sweet thought Within that familiar spirit so foreign to me Where the once moments feign dormancy Lingering inside a clenching of time Meet my eyes lost somewhere in slumber Remember more of me than the girl I once was Grasp to the moment of our once finality And feel the finite seams of me as they fray apart Breathe of my presence as you carry me Flowing on winds awash with scents of yesterday Recalling the freedom of open flight Lost skyward somewhere without shame You have loved me pensively all your days As the essence of our innocence rack your innards No matter how hard you try to forget When the music plays…you will remember me
Desire that goes beyond the physical realm being a connection knowing not gender Encompassing mind body and spirit a connection beyond words seldom lights A fire in souls whose hearts have unified a coexistence with the universe
I searched for you night and day, My lungs gave out and breath gave way. It was endless in miles and vast in count. The treasures in measure are heavy in amount. Piece by piece I seek to find, Gathering myself with a soul and mind! I prayed for you day and night, My heart gave way and my feelings gave out. I was surrendered to my love without a doubt! © Copyright: Ann Rich 2006
"The fear of the lord is the beginning of wisdom." This is an important part of God's kingdom! Seeking Godly wisdom is what we must do… If we're going to live how God wants us to! God's wisdom is filled with love and purity! Man's "wisdom" is but "meaningless vanity!" Fearing the Lord and seeking his ways… Will strengthen us and brighten our days! God is wise and gives the best choices… We must listen to HIM. Not other voices! His wisdom brings hope when all seems lost! We must lay our worries at the foot of the cross! Obeying his instructions is very smart and wise! It helps us not to do what seems good to our eyes! God's wisdom brings comfort and much gladness! It will guard your life with his true happiness! Won't you seek his wisdom in all you endeavor? His blessings will follow you today and forever! By Jim Pemberton
Why is it that school's say that they are preparing you for life, But really they are preparing you for more school? Who knows? That has always been on mind for the past few days. *comment if you know why or if you have any ideas* -angel4eva23
In the darkness I fight your presence in my senses. Every night the ghost of your body refuses to abandon me and your thorns poke holes in my thin soul which pours out to chase your every move. The light of dawn comes leaving me empty and insane yearning for another day in your haunting passionate proximity. Nothing before was ever like you, nothing could ever confuse and soothe me at once.
Knowing his plan and staying on course, You'll walk through your days without guilt or remorse. Asking each day for His will to be done, You'll soon see it clearly, as the rising sun. Life is just moments of things that we do, and if they're done well, there's no need to be blue. Get down on your knees, with every nightfall, And know if you pray, He will give you it all! All that you need you will soon come to know, Is already yours, so let the rest go. Stay in the moment, His presence you'll feel. All of His goodness will seem quite surreal. There's nothing to want for and nothing you need. Let go of the anger, the fear and the greed. And when you awaken, His presence surrounds. Thank Him again as your feet hit the ground. Then go to a place to be quiet and pray, before you are rushed right into your day. Ask Him to show you his way all the while, And know that He's with you, it will show in your smile. These simple acts of love that we show Him, Simply mean we've come to know Him. Never doubt He's always there! Forever and ever you're in His care. As you walk through life, you'll shine His glow. You'll share it with others and they'll come to know. The beauty of love that's only ours to give, Allows us to truly begin to live. Michelle D. ©May 15, 2011
Multihued lights flash fervently, On naked illusion draped eyes zealously, All shut and secured to colored vision, Egoist blurry brain images, these are all in an intangible prison. Some call me quirk, some foible, but all refer me to a societal misfit, It's true they seem to tell, but my way of life and my thought process I will not quit. I know and cognize I don't see the world as others want me to see and be, But am not sorry because that's how it clearly appears to me. It's not because I am unconfined, undetermined or with rebellious mind, But because I am color blind. It's not because I am in hate or in love, But because I am color blind and sooner or later the world will figure out why and how………… I am color blind to cruel, callous, cunning, sly ways of expressing colors in the world, I don't reconcile to these colors with my ethos, morals and ethics curled and ruffled. But till they have reconciled with me in unison they have opined, I possess an unsound mind and am color blind. No matter what I do or where I go, Hues and colors of my thoughts they desire to know. Inside me I ask myself what is the color of fear, dismay and dread? Is fear yellow? Dismay and dread be red? Who can tell me where it is defined? I am content that all mankind thinks I am color blind. Where is the orange of the sun? Has it enveloped and corroded all dynamism and fun? Then to all their mind, I am content to be color blind. Where is the blue from the sky? Has it been slurped and sucked by calm, trust and loyalty all dry? Then to all their mind, I am content to be color blind. Where is the green from the grass? Has enveloped envy and jealousy and goodwill, generosity let a mass? Then to all their mind, I am content to be color blind. If all of us of the human race, Would toil not to make it bitter but a better place, All walls and barriers raised to the ground, Then I would be content to stay color blind
My Dear World, I owe you an apology; Forgive me for I have distorted thee: lying passionately, I failed to accept you by chimera deceptional I wanted to surmount you believing myself to be exceptional. Forgive me My World my bitterness, narcissism and selfishness; for a fool I was since the truth was consciously unknown to me thus calamitious the discovery would be. Please forgive me all the souls my ambition eradicated, all the feelings my sharp tongue destroyed, all the emotions my cold heart repudiated, for how much all those deeds I enjoyed. I was then infected; the infection seemed incurable as I wanted it to be - or wasn't I aware how diseased I was? My Dear World, I owe you an apology; Forgive me my blindness to the beauty of life; With myself in centre I would not look around for distorted was my perception by a deceitful projection of perfect me in faulty universe. My Dear World, Thank you for instant recovery of my senses, the wisdom you blessed me with, the pain myself was redefined through. Yester year I reached the deepest depth slowly losing my pride - my psyche was nearing death in plight I could hardly abide - I understood a mere human I am. Now I laugh enjoying my life every day forsooth heartily and with ruth. Thank you My Dear World Please, forgive me.
You'll write a beautiful melody, If it's truly from the heart. So first I'll find the remedy, To cure mine of the dark. But holy light and blind eyes, Are keeping me apart, From the answers, to the questions, that are making things so hard. Find me a sin, You think that I wouldn't commit. And use it to begin, To make me laugh again. Find me a loose end, I don't know how to tie. Sometimes I wish for the truth, But all I get are lies. I don't need the good life, I just want a sliver. You say always go for gold but I, I'm fine with a lining that's silver. I can live with a just a hand to hold, But who could love a sinner? Maybe I can hide inside the dark, So turn the lights down dimmer. I said find me a sin, You think that I wouldn't commit. And use it to begin, To make me laugh again. Find me a loose end, I don't know how to tie. Sometimes I wish for the truth, But all I get are lies.
I am in league with the roses, Petals askew in a scarlet conspiracy Oh I am in league with the roses, Swaying along in this lover's confederacy; I'm in league with the devils, A mob together raging alight I'm in league with the devils, Our very breaths fanning our damned plight; And with the clouds I have marched abreast, Bringing storm and heavens in tow For amongst the clouds I have marched abreast, Purpose seeded in the sky to grow; I am a hire sword in league with grander designs, Through all of which I am never prone Yes, I am a hireling in league with foreign designs, Happy that I am never still to stand alone.
Without Holiness… No Man Shall See God! I know of someone with a degree in divinity. He can tell you all about God and the trinity. He memorized much scripture from God's word. A message each Sunday from him, can be heard. While he has so much theology in his head. A message of holiness from his lips won't be said. He thinks preaching on holiness is "judgemental.." His position in church wouldn't be "instrumental." God has caled his followers to life of holiness! Without this, your life is filled with emptiness! Think about Job who was called a righteous man. He sought Godly living over his house and land! Are you seeking a life of holiness from within? So your life won't be burdened down with sin? Perhaps living 100% for God seems "old fashioned." We need to seek God's holiness as a daily passion! "Come out from the world and be separate!" God commands! This is a truth from his word many don't understand. All of the theology in this world can't save your soul. If the things of this world, you refuse to let go! A victorious life in Christ is what you can achieve! Simply surrender your life to him…. And BELIEVE! By Jim Pemberton
They said her time had come No place to run No place to hide No time for fun Just an empty vessel inside Going through the motions Numb. Overwhelming emotions They said her time had come They said her time had come Evil coats She wants to run She desires to have fun Not understanding why she can not play It is now the month of May Another denial letter Another denial to get better They said her time had come They said her time had come Why such looks of sorrow? She doesn't understand For there is always tomorrow Evil coats She takes a breath Smelling all of the flowers No place to hide Now literally an empty vessel inside They said her time had come Her time had come Her bald head Just four years old She looks to comfort from her mom and dad Why do they look so sad? Evil coats drag them away She never got that chance to go out and play Beep. Beep. Beeep.. Bleeeeep….. The room floods with long white coats Now to heaven this little girl floats Her time had come They said her time had come She was just a name No money, undeserving of fame Easy for her to be denied If only the suits had looked her in the eyes Who is to blame? Sent to the free clinic Now dead at four No insurance Ooops! What a shame… She could have been saved Now two parents at her grave Once a happy family, now destroyed Because THEY said her time had come
Valentines day is always something special to me, I explained. So I planned a romantic evening and got ready for my campaign. The children were at a sleepover with their favorite friends they adore. So I met my hubby as he came in, accidentally tripping and making him hit the door. Thank God his head is hard as he hit that, the nearby TV, but very little more. I made Cherries Jubilee as a snack while he sat there with an ice pack to his head. But before I knew it, I'd knocked it over and almost burned down the house instead. When he finally put the fire extinguisher away… I got up and got some of the kids' apple tarts I had made. He bit in deep and burned his mouth, declaring he wasn't hungry and the pain would fade. Next he decided to go upstairs, but I had put rose petals down everywhere in spades. And yes you probably guessed it… he slipped and ended up needing a little aide. At this he decided to take an aspirin and lay down upon the couch. OH HHWell… But I knew the rest needed to happen above, to totally create this romantic spell… I had to get him to the candles and bubble bath, where my romantic dreams still dwelled. So I got out some scarves and danced toward him, tying up his hands before he fell. He never knew what hit him as he was lassoed and gently bounced up the stairs. I guess I wouldn't have had to tie his feet… a few words would have done as well. But you know me when I get going, my mind tends to lose a few brain cells… He was flustered, exhausted and bruised when he got there, but he's made of the right stuff. Though as I took off the scarves, he flopped on the bed pulling the covers over his head kind of rough. He said he loved me, but living with me could be kind of tough. He said it was better to leave it to him, for the romantic endeavors and such. He said he had reservations and play tickets in his shirt pocket for later on that night. But what he needed now was some aspirin and a few moments of quiet respite. So with a sigh he started snoring, and my romantic dreams were momentarily crushed. I dearly love the man you know. But, do you think maybe I tried too much?
An earthly existence A universe beyond my minds, comprehension I die I rise Life lessons reviewed Homeward bound I am not lost, after all! I am a willing participant Serving, the Father, of all creation His son combined, 'producing life' as we know it Representing them, in everything I do I am nothing, without Love! My heart full of faith, loyal service I give Learning how to unconditionally serve, as the Father unconditionally, loves me Worshipping our Divine Creator's existence Choosing to live, moment to moment Being as one with 'Our Universal Father' No physical permanency My physicality, disappearing My mortality existence, I let go of Death temporary My spirit alive! Relief, Peace 'I am only passing through!' A unique, experience of mortality A gift, I am blessed to experience, to live!
The rain fell down fiercely today. Washed the trees and washed the birds, the cars that slowly passed by, And washed the red roofs of houses in town. It just couldn't wash away this sorrow, this inate, nevergone feeling of being alone. My lips move but what do they say? not a word from what runs within. And I always hoped that like salt the rain would melt it all away, releasing the heavy lid upon my chest. A naive expectation, A silly childish mistake. For I will die misunderstood, I'll surely die being betrayed, No doubt I'll die trying to mend my full of hope, broken, bleeding heart that 's been always as heavy as the rain that fell down today.
Life makes me tired Living each day with the movement and thunder of it Swaying from day to day The river of this life always flowing never slowing Things are never as they seem nor are they easy But i keep going down this river again Hoping behind each bend That theres something worthwhile I know there is So I'll keep looking But this time I open my eyes and have only found lies the river will one day come through and send me To that bend which brings hope This time I have opened my eyes I see the world as it should be with a simple surprise
The slowest clocks bind the official wound, An azimuth of the flesh, trust, first contact, She blinks but no face appears, Does every mistake ask for such an ordinary end? A seed cannot forget. Cold, weeping statue of lifetimes, suckle her prayer in the erupting bed. Fallen beside the tear of the flower blight, lips against the penetrator, Learn to forgive the righteous terrors for an idle comfort. What numbing freedom presses the soft lump pulse? Tongues rally to expose the ghost of private remorse, Who conceals the dignities of a suction thigh grave. --2009
Once the wrong passion captures the weakest hearts, the realistic ones see the changes affecting them.
TRAVEL FREE, TROUBLED TRANSIENT... Lift the gate to roll with swine and the glory of it all Ride the tide all night, abide by no law and stand tall... Hitch-hike till' Hell says, "get out n' surf the SUN" Do it all over Land Rover; don't blink 'till the deed is done Divide doom by blue tears you stack Kill the clock boy; time tempts worse than crack Live the gift reckless, rest (maybe) when you die Never look back Jack; middle finger to the sky! *(brace yourself at '12, all hands on deck)
It is not hard to fall in love with a beautiful apparition. You don't know them, but are easily entranced by their chemistry. Your brain ignites a myriad of sensual wishes. Carnal exploration and fantasies played out in seconds, heating your heart like an oven. They disappear as quickly, a wisp of smoke, but you miss them immensely. A hallow feeling leaves you weak, sad, and alone stretching for minutes, days, or years till the next one steals your heart. Man or woman, boy or girl can manifest and escape around corners and be gone, but in the moment you had them for eternity. The Petrarchan romance you read lives in their dance and laughter. No one goes without this fictitious ache; it follows you as your shadow does, comes to life as often. Looking serene a placid lake reveals a reverse world where everything is as real as the earth you tread, as vivid as those memories you hang on walls. Veiled in disbelief as a mere image those waters taunt you with their likeness. The ghosts you long for are down there, but there they know you as the beautiful apparition
Where Wild Violets Grow Scribbling these verses, caressing your bare back, simple rhymes, flowing from my fingertips. Scribbling verses, sprinkling odes to fragrant promises, your smile lightens the burdens, off my heavy heart. Scribbling verses, soaked in countless kisses, the moonlight waltzing on your skin. Scribbling verses, feeling you, your love never ceases to flow, through the streams of my mind, to a place of our own, where wild violets grow
Thoughts roll out like marbles on glass each one seperate but distinctly familiar Emotional tidal waves swaying, rolling, pervading but dissappearing through self reflection growth and maturity presently taking me to a higher level like if I were KRS-1 a microphone legend for I have demons forever teaching lessons locked in my basement never to be shown I wear no emporer's clothes My attention dissaptes naturally simultaneously traveling among various identities Impulsivity collides with integrity I recognize my humanity, morality, iniquity and the limitary of my traveling road show that ever grows but does not define me
one could ride a horse what use then would be your feet one must touch the earth (c) Christine A Kysely All Rights Reserved (November 10th, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin USA)
Trees and dirt I sleep on the earth, the dust the sand, longing to birth. Oil on skin, bare, sweat on your back, feels amazing. Yes! Im back on track. Sleeping cosy as a worm, unencumbered by any material possession or fixed term. Free to explore, a magical universe, I must implore. No home, no chores, no bills to pay. Just water, food gathered and warmth today. A dusty cave, cute as a button, no slamming door, just love in your belly, to the very core. I love this realm, just need more time, time to explore. Trees and dirt I sleep on the earth, the dust, the sand, longing to birth. And return once again to mother earth.
*~* In my heart, what I thought to be love Was simply my own desire So brief... Gone before time could tell it even happened Like a whisper Barely heard in the shadowy stillness of night I tell myself it's over, you're gone But in the same breath A voice whispers quietly to my heart Assuring me that perhaps You may have really cared I tell myself it wasn't meant to be But in my remembering... I find that thought elusive Too painfully conclusive It weaves its memory in and out Like a fine needle sewing its fragile threads Delicately twisting them intimately Amongst the filigrees of my mind The magic was so mysteriously enchanting I tell myself it's over... But my heart refuses to listen My mind says to forget you That no one's worth this kind of sadness My soul doesn't need this heartache I tell myself I didn't really care That it was all just a momentary illusion But... I never did lie very well *~*
No One Told Me A cement block is tied to my heart Need a running start At night my voice carries like a lark Death's arrow has hit its mark My life is so dark The side of the ocean is full of sharks Some days I feel like such a tart I used to be such a sweetheart No one told me life would be so hard.
A thing so paradoxical desire; So all encompassing it's grasp; A curse of eternal thirst- Though we are drowning. Hands desperately scratching for a life raft That is secretly made of the same water we drown in. So we continue our daily floundering Chasing a trail of crumbs we call "Hope"
Flat canvas; Bubbling brown ridges strike The confining dimensions in a hostile yawn: Upwards, Outwards. Walk the world no longer, an ending beckons, A precipice builds moments where swallows wager wings On new seed: New breeds. Falling buys the assurance of seconds From a sinking well. Oh well. Remember us when the globe begins to slip, Bang drums for our pity: Our crescendos mean less than meaningless. And then, when spheres crack, continue On the whorl of a thumb, Stretching hope to nothing. Run.
Bustling people and clinking forks A crowded maze of tables and chairs The soft conversations meant to be secret Rise to a horrible din of mingling words and phrases The smell of stale coffee beans and perfume Caress my nose with a familiar touch The morning shines outside the huge windows Burning brightly, it washes out the crowd People become shadows in the insane light The breaking dawn ruins their features I set alone in this madness of Sun-fire My senses raped by terrible sights and sound They fuel my desire to be ... The smell of unwashed skin and vodka Drifts in on a fugitive breeze The rattle of a beggar's cup points to its source Its owner's suffering passes silently amongst the crowd An old man sits with his paper in hand A daytime hooker enjoys her hazelnut creamer A well-dressed woman curses her cellphone and spills her latte A child grips her legs and she curses him as well In a dream Sepia tones and friendly faces In a nightmare Shadow beasts and hungry eyes They fuel my desire to be ... My pen begins to glide along the rough paper A few words, hard pressed, appear like forgotten children Suddenly their voices are not so loud My eyes begin to focus only on the paper A beautiful thing begins to form An ornament to the chaos around me I find a wonderful peace And the words flow gently and with ease The shadow beings float around me Trying to disturb my bubble of genesis There sounds cannot stop me, I do not fear them These hateful beasts are helping me so They fuel my desire to be ...
Awaken frozen years of fright The light that died within the night The last of all you want to be In eyes that no longer want to see The turning of your sins to truth Experience that handed proof That falling down will make you rise The mirror burning through your lies Awaken shivering months of pain The same old story; same old games The fear that sunk into your heart In hate you thought could not depart Through every hurt that cracks your throne There's a silent story to decode Now understand; ignite your mind Now light the way and step outside Awaken screaming days of loss The counting down of every cost The breaking child becoming ice In eyes that suffer a thousand lives Awaken this moment of return Though the pain will briefly burn Step through your shadow and become The shining light without the sun
He glares at me And the scene glares right back at us A pool of oozing red surrounds us The bed of roses shimmering The black silk with stains of velvet The shiny golden candles painted with a dark ruby Everything is Crimson, Everything is Blood Everything is Beautiful. As he sees the ache as I struggle to hold him, the helplessness of enduring He grabs me easily and flattens me on the pool of red As I start to close my eyes And bits of life depart me He stands up, begins to abandon this magical place My vision begins to blur, my hearing diminishing As I no longer hear the leaving footsteps My heart beating. Still beating; its rhythms distant. It Screams The Shout! The Final Plead, Calling, Whispering.. Upon the shallow silence And he turns back He glances at me, at my all And runs to hold me To Kiss me Forever…
Let love fly - With ethereal compassion, a soft glow in her eyes, she picks up the baby eagle, tries to convey words of eloquent reassurance, sincerely she tries. Look, June is here this morning; and sun is shining hot; last night's storm belongs to last night; it has left an eagle; a homeless, hurt, upset baby; it feels forlorn, lost, caught. She takes it home; makes enclosures; feeds it with love, care. It still feels solo, alone within, fed by love, fed up. The enclosure of good concern grows smaller with time's each turn. The bird's soul belongs to the sky; in its eyes silent prayer flares up as it cries; shrill piercing call to its own kind. Let it fly. =© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar
You, Man … Are The Angles To My Curves Hard and Sharp Corners To My Circular-Swerves You Are Exact To My Abstract You Are Algebra To My Pre-School Math You Are Calculus To My Abacus You Are The Chemical To My Stimulus You Are The Extra To My Average You Are The Multiply To My Nothing Added You Are Autonomy To My Anatomy You Are The Fractal In My Infinity You Are Geometry To Me: You Are Steep Mountains To My Mounds and Valley You Are Raindrops In The Forest To My Snow-Ballet You Are Hot Desert Sands To My Cold Ocean Waves You Are The Mirage man To My Love-Slave You Are Dimension-Diamonds To My Parallel-Pearls You Are The Universe To My World You Are The Prism To My Beam Of Light and You Are The Days Resting Upon My Nights … And You Are Geometry To Me … Geometry (?e?µet??a; geo = earth, metria = measure) is a part of mathematics concerned with questions of size, shape, and relative position of figures and with properties of space. (uncountable) The branch of mathematics dealing with spatial relationships; (countable) A type of geometry with particular properties; Geometry is one of the oldest sciences. ...
There's no room for you here Beneath my crisp white scallop shell. Its cotton creases cling too close And all the space is filled with me My ballooning calves spread to the edges And muffin tops warmly expanding to meet eternity No, you can't be here (Even if you wanted to be) Even the space Tented from my breasts to my waist Is filled with softly groping shadows (Where you will never be)
Rain falls on the roof Each drop plays a familiar note I toss and turn no sleep to be found The storm rages on A chill fills the summer air My body aches with fear and longing No comfort to be found inside The storm rages on Raindrops hit my face One by one, they awaken my senses To erase fear, doubt, and sensibility The storm rages on Lightning streaks across the sky I am blind to the dangers ahead In the flash of light I see only hope The storm rages on As fast as it came The rain starts to fade I retreat inside my shelter The storm rages on My thirst overcomes me I am consumed by the need To feel the rain on my face again The storm rages on The stars shine like gems On a cloudless night I toss and turn no sleep to be found The storm rages on
Time fell fast Things became hard Worries were vast Lives begain scared Hopes endlessly hidden All things seemed forbidden Days filled with darkness Lives consumed and left sparkless Awaiting the doom Sitting only in gloom Heaven wept No souls were kept
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lead us not into temptation: restrain us from our politicians
something we said so many times before a crack in the door a bit of a poet in all of us red dust sunset can't catch little bits o'memories tickles under the tongue a go-out and get you-one. . . of those strip the rags off the rappers and sell them off for clothes make math, in the mathematicians' presuppose fire sell it off to celeritas one more big blink in the big goggles golden fish missing in the adjustment of pince-nez had to turn out that way when all we did was adjust
The passion am so much sighing for, A gruelling journey'd on those rocky toe, From the far east toftstead, Held by the Eurus in its lefthand, The other with a stiletto, Whetstone on my head leftmost prop, If had lest it went blunt, Fortnight in the months of octobers advent, Yearly calls for celebration ,Of new yarm festives, rented air in its prohibitive rendition, To watch our men pound the earthing, With their broad heels a renaling, Through this lonely way a little boy groan, In close sift as the little old drown, Eftsoons the awl for the first notch, Standing men on their feet a deaths defying act, The proud and the greed for that yaks, A singer will sung the living out of themselves And wriggled their tongue for men to toggle, A cab driver'd mistook wraiths for scholars, Poor minstrel with dirk in the bight of my hand, Had in time fretted the chief thumb like tongs, Fiddling its string up to my jugular.
There Was Some "Excitement" At Church… There was some "excitement" at church. I wasn't invited! The type of entertainment they had. Had already been decided! They wanted something that would "stir up" the newest fashion. They wanted to do this with a "compelling passion." They wanted to include loud instruments and a guitar. They figured this would bring in people from afar! Of course they also wanted to charge for "admission." Why not? This would "fulfill" their mission! This seems to be the way many churches are going… The power of God they seem to be "avoiding." Rather than seeking God's holiness and forgiveness of sins… They look to what can "self-gratify" within! I'm not here to seek a worldly kind of "entertainment." I'm here to seek the presence of God this very moment! It comes from spending time in seeking HIM in prayer. Wherever I am… He is God! And is always there! If it's "excitement" you give. I'm in the "wrong place!" I'm simply here as a sinner saved by God's grace! My "thrill" is in Jesus Christ. And him alone! He brings peace and joy to me and my home! Jesus brings to me what money cannot afford! He's my provider! My comforter! And my Lord! By Jim Pemberton
I will talk with you of precious things, The sunsets' hue and birds that sing, What children did and adults do, And teaching babes to tie their shoe. That time is worth much more than gold, And greater still - someone to hold. Health is not so over-rated, Biggest regrets? O'er those I've berated. To spend an hour with my niece Is like another puzzle piece, The real measure of a man May be in how he takes a hand. How dawn and dusk partner their color And share that with an ardent lover. That tiny bloom so trodden on Could still bear seed, even looking wan. A child dancing with Elmo and chasing the dog Is better than coffee at cutting through fog, Anticipation's not better than the event, And moments together are time best spent. I've learned I'm not completely whole, That television can't fill my soul, And what I've been and what I've done Have been negated by the Son.
Mistakes where made and fingers was pointed Falling from the trees Hearts was crushed and time was lost Blowing away with the breeze Words being said that slowed the time In its depth we drowned Our smile crosses its fingers Hiding our emotions frown Long forgotten fables and tales of dreams Spoke till I sleep inside Potions of sounds musical notes Brewing what I hide Chattering leaves confide our secrets Their season pigment our lips Entwined together forever Drinking in sips Clashes of tides fill our cup Running over with forever Fairy tells crashing letting go Of what we believed to be forever
She was beautiful just a simple girl Skin young and sleek not a wrinkle to be seen Breasts that any man would want to be lost in Sleek long pretty shiny hair, haunting smile Unaware of her youth and her beauty Unaware of the deep envy in my beating heart Does she love with every passion in her soul Does she feel so deeply, does she understand love. Does she know what it is to truly care To fly to the stars, to feel ecstasy in a single touch To feel everything within, passion roaring Like a volcano about to erupt and explode She does not have to look in the mirror and see reality Her reality is the bursting to life of a brand new bud No yet experienced or tainted by doubt or fear A glorious rose ripe for the picking I do not want to be her, I want to be me Once I was this girl, but I did not know life I have experienced life and tasted its honey I have know, happiness, loneliness, pain and despair Suddenly within the heart I am young again See past the years; see all that this heart offers Unfortunately, not this young beautiful fresh bud in bloom But this mature child woman, longing for your touch and your love.
The crying ocean weeps fresh tears The vacant beach so moist is gone The sea swells like a throbbing cry Caught in the throat of loneliness Nature, tormented by time Erodes herself and ebbs and flows With the emotional tides of the moon As the dawn breaks, fragments, scatters and is gone The lone nascent emotion sparked within the soul Embraces the new, the unpredictable With all sense of time and order lost to the waves Man falls into new nothingness And finds sanity among the seasoned sighs of the tide The warning whispers of the sea The crying ocean weeps fresh tears The nascent horizon is swallowed The sea swells in a throbbing cry Caught in the throat of despair It is beautiful
I stole her away… That was no innocent child She was full of wisdom I would never attain, That not even a martyr of a thousand years could ever dream of I stole her away…. Because she was never mine Just as my wife was never mine, That child was never mine I can still see the look of confusion in my wife's eyes That baby knew everything within that stare She knew everything and more She knew more than was physically possible, In her little time on earth So I stole her away… I kept her from growing… I keep her…in here!!! She listens to my lies Though somehow she sees right through them She finds truth in the ugly…the damned… With surpassing intelligence The truth has many eyes, many ears The truth need only taste once Then it has to hit and run The taxi driver knocked me out, But before I was hit, He saw the loose shell in my arms He saw that she was not looking at anyone He saw a stupid, innocent child She was looking at the ceiling, Fascinated by its insignificance She didn't cry out, No matter how hard I thrashed One second I missed that terrible stranger But the memory has seared into me a hate that will never fade… She didn't move at all I woke up and was childless. I lost everything, I dully knew. Sometimes I am haunted by the baby's gaze…but she is not looking at me. She is looking at everyone else—all of those who I have hurt and ruined, all of those I have yet to know. The sad thing is, I never imagine my child looking down from sky paradise…I always picture her as I last saw her…looking up.
Holy be ? You desire this of me… Is this possible am I able ? Consecration, dedication towards the goal ! Ultimate sanctification for any soul… Purity, virtue and piety… Just some names of a few, Made brand new. Written by: William Arthur Tell 1Pe 1:16 Because it is written, Be ye holy; for I am holy.
My body Was made to dance. This is a fact, Not a truth That could be manipulated Like a piece of rope Being made into a knot. My body Was made to sway And flow, To dip low And reach high To the rhythms Of the universe. The rhythms Of a beating heart, Of wings beating the air, Of the crashing waves, Of everything I am fortunate to hear And translate into motion. Oh no, I am not a trained dancer, Who practices and practices To get the technique, Develop the form, And in the end, Add the passion, If it wasn't there before. I won't be found On stages dancing To Mozart, Miles or Eminem, Nor will I be found On dance floors With a number on My oh so erect back. I will be found On crowded dance floors, In my bedroom, In my living room, Under the moonlight, On beaches, Letting the rhythms of the universe Possess me. You would find me Dancing, Be it to a sassy salsa beat, A fun Bollywood tune, A little soca, Some reggae, Or a soulful piece of jazz. Be it to a rhumba, A fast pace techno, An irresistible house jam, A fusion of west meets east, A pop tune I can't Get out of my head, You would find me Dancing. And even though, My mind says no, "You'll make a fool of yourself," "You don't know how to dance to that," My body ignores it, And taps a foot, Sways a hip, And before long, My body is in motion. My body Was made to dance. This is a fact, Not a truth.
Sunshine in her eyes.. can light up the darkest day her smile, a gentle rain
One red dirt road surely to lead us home. Until we hit that patch of gravel. It sent our vehicle spinning three hundred and sixy degrees around. My God! We hit the bar ditch and went flying. My hands pressed against the dashboard. My heart beat pounding faster. Everything in bittersweet slow motion. Until we crashed upside down like waves in the ocean. My breaths began to shorten. My chest cavity aches. I'm trying to find a way out in all the chaos. The windshield breaks and i slowly unstrap my seat belt. I begin crawling on my knees. Glass carving cuts into my hands. I say Dear God please! Help me. My heart beating a million miles per second. I find my way in the darkness to the grass and the sand. I lie flat on my back and tears fall from these eyes. Adrenaline has failed me, pain begins to take it's course. Is this really happening? I roll over and stand on my knees. The pain erupts through my body, and I look towards the stars. Cuts across my flesh that will surely leave scars. Thank you God. For allowing me to live through this, it could have been such a tragedy. I'm alive, and this will be just another part of a chapter that makes up history.
when rob stepped out of the courthouse,with charges for posession he thought "it could be worse,it could have been for weapons" and then he thought..."nothing really matters anyway" when liz stepped of of the rehab,with a new outlook on life she felt all those same feelings of hurt, pain, and strife and then she thought "nothing really matters anyway" when luke picked up his young son from daycare,and knew he had an hour he thought back to the time he WOULD have stopped to grab his now EX-wife some flowers and then he thought "nothing really matters anyway" when lisa lifted up her body with nothing but her arms,and looked down at her legs she wondered why the heck they were even THERE anyway..what for? and then she thought "nothing really matters anyway" all four people that same night,all in their own homes picked up a remote,turned on the news and watched it come to blows one man had done 25 years in jail,for something he had not really done one woman lost the battle to addiction,one she thought she'd already won one boy got hit by a car on his bike,he just only 5 his parents,divorced one man lost his arms and legs while over fighting the war four different people,four different lives,four different struggles,all about to cry four different souls,four different heart,four different minds,all to have a fresh start why does it take a reality check to pull us into gear? why is it that reality sometimes must be our greatest fear? the next time you think you're the only one who hurts and has plight the next time you feel you're all alone,the only one who cries at night try and remember,try not to forget,that you are never alone whether you're telling your mom and dad your gay to the face or over the phone whether your wife divorced you,your husband's a dog,or your kids have NO respect you are human,deserve more,and you're not alone,cause' there is someone right next.... to you!!! nothing really matters. until you realize...nothing really matters.
Language is a trumpeting vine, Blooms in every shape, size and color Tendrils of words grow every which way, here, there, hither & yon, insinuating themselves, curling lovingly, inexorably, into, around the vertical and horizontal, diagonal pillars and frameworks of each diverse community --- Language is a slow, lazy ocean whose tides lick the verbal shores offering new sand & water while re-absorbing and changing the old It flows out, ebbs in, a living, breathing, constant motion --- Language is essential, is vital and ageless – a kaleidoscope mosaic always perennial, always new Without language, what would you or I do? Without language…...................
It is, The fountain of my strength…my resolve. Every face of my charity, my aspirations From which I draw my every thought That impetus which drives me forward Soft illusory colours that decorate dreams Those cooling salves that ease my spirit Each warming beam from the morning dawn My collective and defining experiences The epiphany only seen in the minds eye The furtive knowledge of understanding Sweet breaths of angelic divinity Essences of delicately dusted solitude Warmed rains washing and anointing Pins of light on the sable sky of midnight And the easy ardent blushing of moonlight My resonant voice of the silenced soul The feminine embrace of all humanity Our lost and veiled nobility of the infinite Serenity…
it's best done later and not now tomorrow will be perfect i can vow Why yoke yourself like a laden cow? The cloud is heavy and ready to snow Be merry with life and take it real slow And in observing the cloud u didn't sow Alas the seed dies with its great potential buried with a would have been credential The plan became an aborted mission Because procrastination stole the vision
Dear Soap Bubble, bright focus in an air-light reflection of the ephemeral beauty of this world diaphanous soul in despair sincere fearful innocent hesitating uncertain distrustful pure Emotional universum rumbling inside the anima of a tiny simple passionate creature I shall enjoy thy sight Shall I live in fear for you not to burst Shall I be the wind to blow tenderly directing thy path Thy shelter shall I be I surrender myself to thee
i dont mean to be pathetic wishing my phone would sound the little things the biggest my ear lay to the ground waiting for that signal reception just a symbol i tried to keep it simple heart crashing like a cymbal every thing i see kindly a reminder where I want to be out of place stealing the covers id like to find her lately my bed is having too much empy space i guess never say never sometimes i know better since I ever met her my heart wouldnt forget her quest for my questionin to be quenched matters of this nature puts people in a pinch my best for blessings stuck by a wrench disaster while riding despite tightening a cinch i made my bed now rest assured manifest destiny my only cure my arms not as long like I preferred let it go, watch, help it grow, I concur
There is only one way to see things... with an open mind and heart There is only one way to feel things... with an open mind and heart There is only one way to listen... with an open mind and heart There is only one way to live... with an open mind and heart There is only one way to love... with an open mind and soul © Christine A Kysely All Rights Reserved (December 12th, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin USA)
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*~ Deep Purple Dreams Of Calico And You ~* by anne p murray Your image appears… through a purple-hued haze of silence weaving its whispered magic spell while you re-connect the strings of my heart You go about undressing my soul as I watch your image drift in my celibate reality I witness the melody play its lonely tune But… It is absent of the warmth of touch for it's only your image I see… my heart's held hostage by the cry of the songbird My unknown lover… kidnapped- by the makers of dreams and fantasies experiencing the uncertainty of the child that lies sleeping deep within Alone… with the clever artists of dreams and visions encountering the forever of my loneliness brushing off blurred images of repeated memories sleeping to be hugged-dreaming to be loved Oh yes... I've dealt with kings, queens and dragonflies in the dancing reverie of fragments of my reality gliding in and out of the dust of Heaven's stars sprinkling me with their sweet purple dreams They make their nightly visits into my fantasies, my thoughts... painted by the makers and weavers of dreams Coming out of their secret, hidden places they silently reveal their amethyst, painted masterpieces lightly kissed in dewy, lavender scented bliss softly swaddled in dream woven swathes... of deep purple dreams of calico - and you *~*
You are the liken to the like, and frankly I got to say, I'm inspired by your ambitions. Your philosophy on life is such a strong vision. Your clarity & class is first rate. sparked by an ambiance of attentive emotion. There's that peace in your voice that reflects instant devotion. As you work this drab party. Slowly we go through these motions. Never fake< as some would perceive. you're> just to ripe for the world, and everybody wants a piece. I love it when we touch. It's as though our skin were as one. It's the way you connect to me within. celebrating this unity with bonding love, it's as though I can feel gods grace above. our relationship as beautiful as it is smart. your intellectual commentary go's straight to my heart, and as it would be you are the best person ever. And I'm not only saying this because we put are money on forever. banking on life's positive endeavors. It's more then your degrees that make you clever. And every day I'm glad I signed on. You make the me better & better. We are blessed with loves tether.
The lyrics of our conscience United in our wars The golden words are spilling When our truth has been ignored The dark ignites our passions And death will grant us life Where fallen statues crumble The earth reclaims our lies A future heading backwards Can strangle every dream But this inner conflict saves us As we remember why we breathe Silent is the city That screaming voices carve And enlightened is the child That hears much more when it gets dark Our fears have lead to glory All darkness turned to light And everything that broke us Has our sympathy tonight
The tables have turned A new chapter in my book I was giving up hope But risked a second look Strolling into my life With speckled shoulders and toothy smile Saves me from it all Tells me holding on could be worthwhile A raging, fast current Leaves me head over heels Changing souls into fire Rather than rusting steel In a look there was love That had never been spoken Mending and healing The things that should never be broken Life and love just keeps growing And I've stopped biting my tongue I'm collapsed in a heap of smiles And I feel fresh air replete my lungs My heart thumping felicity Through my once hollow veins Accepting all of life And cleaning out the stains Dancing on my toes Eager for your lips That have shown me what's real Replaced old life's script
sometimes, i get a wave of sadness over me. i love you, and i want to be with you, but you deserve someone a little less neurotic and a little more normal. someone who is honest when she whispers, "I'm so happy" under the covers. you make me happy. but you shouldn't have to change me like that.
Today I saw a tree trunk, Growing through a fence. Metal bars pierced, as it grew, It almost didn't make sense. Sap oozed out its flesh, Where the spike had bored. Victim of its own success, As if it had fell upon its sword. I wondered if the tree was wise, That growing meant having to agonize. The tree didn't seem to mind though, As it stretched toward the rainbow..
------------------------------------------------------------------------------- An Uncontrolled Passion and Unquenchable desire! An uncontrolled Passion and unquenchable desire, Will lead your soul to an uncontrollable fire! This will lead to an unquenchable flame. Things in your life will never again be the same! The passions and urges that led you down this path. Will not spare your soul from Satan's awful wrath. He will not spare you of what your longs to have. No matter what you hold on to. No matter what you grab! All the counseling in the world could never take away. The sin you have in your heart. No matter what others say! The uncontrollable urges that seem to burn from within. Are now causing you grief, in your life, once again! The only power that can cleanse and wash you clean... Is the blood of Jesus! He is God! And can do ANYTHING! Won't you seek his help? Won't you reach out and take his hand? Everything you're gong through... He already understands! Whatever you're holding on to. Whatever person you may be... Only the blood and power of Jesus can totally set you FREE! Please come Lord Jesus and restore our lives with your grace! It's only in you, dear Jesus, that we have a "resting place." Thank you Jesus for helping us to receive fulfillment inside. By your love and forgivenss... There's nothing more to hide! By Jim Pemberton 05/11/13
Winter is also celibate. The conscience is moving, A frozen light in a frozen eye. It's raining much looser, Down a ripped tree. I couldn't have, I couldn't have, in this sin-sick tenderness. ___ My face is cracked in my fawnlike fingers; And the nose betrays an inner child, who Wouldn't listen to sparrows about being catched. I just insisted fur was wings. ___ The feminine chill on the palm must be sorrow; When I think of church bells, or mother- That I am haunting as raw love.
Does my face retrace the anger, of a once distant love affair? Do my curves exhaust a notion, that at one time we kindly cared? Yet, I still thrive. Does my smile rile your insides, and shadow a subtle act? Do my hips which sway in elegance, bestow this monstrous attack? Yet, I still thrive. Does my laughter force the cringe, grimaced upon your face? Do my fingers not gently guide you, to a once happy, exotic place? Yet, I still thrive. Does my spirit not depict beauty, of a once stunning shore? Do my lengthy legs not confine you, in perfect synchronization anymore? Yet, I still thrive. Does my sensuality no longer appease, the thirst once quenched within? Do my eyes announce the sadness, of forever living in sin? Yet, I still thrive. Does my lonely heart sob uncontrollably, noting a broken bond of hate? Do my tears not convey the purpose, of two lost souls with opposite fates? Yet, I still thrive.
Yiddy awdy those ticks are here to stay. Here and there but everywhere astray. Tick tack I am going to laugh at that. On the Moon or on the Sun I have sat. Jump started or kick started my day has begun. I'm holding a life of lifetimes on the go or run. Yicky yacky just what is it that I am to do? Run all over the galaxies in search of you? Shucks you mucks, I'd do it all over again. But from time to time you stop when I begin. It's a life of life's bundling into one row. Yet it is step by step in which it can grow. © Copyright: Ann Rich 2007
I cut through tedious chit-chat, Null knick-knacks! Zap Idiotic whacks! I tip toe tapping atop pitters pat. I'm your best bet seated where you once sat. Smearing out your tad-bit lacks, Running them out by the packs, I tip my hat fancying you purr like my fat-cat. Up and away my hands shall uplift weights like you. In and out of reality I'll take you with me everywhere. If only you knew how well I'm too do getting through. Do you think one day to obtain me to be eh unaware? Personally, I'd charge a big fat whacked out idiotic fee for the likes of thee, I'm declared as freely expressing many pleasures for the embracing of me. ® Registered: 2010 Ann Rich
Who is the poet? the one who writes? the clever use of words or rythm? I say it is none of these It is a deeper perception of life An expression of emotions reaching deeper than most make the reader feel something make me cry, make me happy hurt me, make me ponder share it with me, let me burden it maybe i feel it too show me how i feel share it together we are all alone until we feel it together in that moment art is born a unity of hearts reaching out and feeling it we are one for a moment the pain, the love, the lonliness we all just want others to feel us we are not alone when we feel it together
I want to drown my urge to die I want to kill my pulse inside I can't breathe, I'm paranoid Everything in life I avoid Don't speak to me, I'll look away Inside my eyes is just decay I'm already dead, but have yet to die Why do I keep my body alive My soul is dead, eyes are lies So is the smile I hide behind Pull the plug, I'm a fake In a nightmare and I cannot wake Drown me! I'm flooded in pain Please help me regain Some peace, some rest I want to die to live again Set me free Slitting my wrists isn't working The more stares I get The more I become numb I just need to be gone Eliminate my pain, I'm already out of breath Suffocating on my hopelessness Every day I am alive But I'm craving to die inside Curved smile because your so naive You think I'm happy Yet I'm being crushed My head is overflowing With these thoughts that are too much One word, suicide Sparks a light inside of my eyes I don't want to pretend to live Let me go, flood me in sin There is where I want to swim Six feet under the ground Don't be selfish And keep me in pain To tourture my lifeless body again Let my body float soundly Rushing water, ocean salt I promise I won't feel it at all. End it, hold me under Then bury me so I can slumber Goodbye lifeless eyes As I'm dying I'll be coming alive Haunting images Deleted from my mind Laughing As I leave this world behind Water Floods my lungs Death Leans in for a kiss Together we sink into insanity And drown in infinitys abyss.
I saw an angel flying up high freedom and purity soars I caught it clipped its wings and asked it to be my friend But dear angel cried to heaven, "now I will bleed for sure" wild passion caresses sweet passion burlesques dear angel exists no more
Scanting, ranting, seething persona provides – the confinement and hatred inside you hide. Screaming, steaming, aggressive overtones – provide a key witness of a relationship unknown. Shivering, quivering, the innocent will crumble, to a raving lunatic with a malicious mad stumble. Convicted, addicted, to the same vindictive game, this romance conceived within lies and shame. Silently, violently, cursing the call of creation, vowing to avenge this marital bond castration. Pawing, gnawing, at an open bloody wound, strumming, and humming life's unforgiving tune.
A modern herald in an ancient land Announced to whole world this: "A massive bronze Hand lies beneath some lofty columns grand; Nearby, a cracked and spit-drenched head, so huge, The mustached lips yet primed for stern command, Cold eyes that espied what passions were unleashed From now freed hearts years-cooped in vise-like grip Of this same hand but just a while past raised, Atop a marble pedestal stripped bare Of titles. Once his very name, but heard Made subjects cower, freeze, in utter fear! Soon will this hollow head be wracked by rust, So, too, this hand that ruled twin rivers lair, While toppling slowly hailed the waiting dust."
Love floats by, reaching, tantalising, meandering, tip-toeing past pain, leaping through walls, weakening the barricades, of the most private heart. Love settles in, trusting, searching, dissolving, quietly beyond anguish, erasing the desolation, soothing a battered spirit, enveloping the shivering soul. Love stays, it is true, love endures, as do you
neurotic narcotics reared reason in rows, plucked pith-fully from truth, agile enough in politick to anesthetise the waste, languishing amongst the cling-filmed choral-forms of symbiotic silicone… the future lay dormant, adjudicating the agricultural status of domesticated foreign policy…
Her look that day, Should have told me everything she could not say. Unprepared, I stared. She walked away. As she tossed our ring, I felt the sting. If I'd known then How I feel today, I'd heal the abscess and my heart's decay, Before her affection left me there that day. JS Lambert
' More Will Rise … ' 71st Senryu They Shoot Messengers They Cannot Kill The Message More Rise, To Tell It ! …
Ignorance is a crime caused by putting up fences if we'd let go of the voices inside our heads and eliminate fears discussions would arise peel the blind folds from our eyes share real stories told without disguise encouraging progress could be made with concerns of what we've learned rather than what we are paid a fulfilling life is people based sharing giving looking out for others one human at a time despite our differences the truly rich way of living
How to Invest in your Valentine Hours ? Daisies are Stubby, Daffodills have a Spout, Watch out for Cupid, For He's Sure to be Out. Poppies are Red, Forget-Me-Nots are Blue, Be Sure to get Flowers, For your Little Missy-Sue. Marigolds are Short, While Sunflowers are High, Chocolates are Sweet, Prepare for your Cutie-pie. Pink Pansies with Petals so Soft, Lily of the Valleys that Smell so Sweet, This Time and Day you Must Share, Dinner on the Town will Be a Nice Treat. Some Flowers like to Climb, While many Others Seem to Crawl, A Smile - Tight Hug with a Gentle Kiss, Realizing your Efforts were Worth it ALL ! Written by William Arthur Tell Lu 12:27 Consider the lilies how they grow: they toil not, they spin not; and yet I say unto you, that Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.
Yes, I am seeing more and more cars stalled on the freeway. I am seeing shorter tempers. I am seeing more faces gnarled with stress. I hear more talking of border crossings. Things are getting much more gruesome out there. Our leaders understand vaguely the social beasties grinning in fulsome anticipation the bloodbath ready to commence. In our closed world we don't know just how we have been marked, we have been so comfortable so long. Nightly, we throw alarms, check perimeter for a foe that may come from within our very midst. Years of greed and the ship begins to list.
Where is that word I desire it sets my soul on FIRE Like blazing FLAMES my heart BURNS craving that word which I yearn Tell me please show me a sign write it down, recite each line "I Love You" Just in time... Lay
I'm troubled and puzzled about this life And why it is this way Yet I understand sometimes Why my skies have rain Why they're partly cloudy Life gave hurricanes Not everything about me Was the choice of made mistakes ©2014 Honestly JT
Hopelessly lying, in a dying bed of depression, miserably crying, while trying your confession. Blackening walls, and halls of a fading youth, Gruesomely calls, of gnaws towards the truth. Fading beauty, so snooty to those content, wailing a duty, sooty, those content dissent. Towards a failing, unveiling of bloody torment, concealing the name of shame, not so innocent. So cheap, sinking deep, into a sea of emotion, I weep, at the reap of sowing our lost devotion. I shudder with stutter, at a marital decapitation, you utter, like no other, at a romantic prostration. A defile and vile odor is cast amongst the decay, I smile in denial, as those lost lover's betray. Sinking deeply within, our sins have been fed, doses of greed, they feed till all beauty is dead. Take cover in the pain, remain emotionally numb. Hide within the sin, wherein you succumb. Tread the waste, and taste the defeat, of a shattered, tattered passion down on Broken Heart Street.
Some people dream about being a star, a gorgeous vacation, a house or a car. Some dream of making that game-winning play. Others may dream of a place far away. For many it's simply acceptance they seek, courage, that they should no longer feel weak. Some are consumed with making a name, a quest for great riches, fortune, and fame. For me, it's quite simple, my one true desire, is help people find their passion and fire. What is it inside that tears at their soul? What is their cause, their purpose, their goal? I've found that if I inspire others to find, the talent that's buried somewhere in their mind, then I too will somehow accomplish it seems, the thrill of observing them capture their dreams. So, let me ask you, because you have asked; Do you have a dream you have taken to task? And if it has no body laughing at all, know that your dream is likely too small.
* This is a poem about basically feeling like when a part of yourself dies. Then certain people can come along and make that one part feel alive and better than ever because you trust them to be just yourself* The serpent of Unrequited love Sunk it's toxic fangs deep into the very marrow of my being My heart heaved with its poison, which was void of loving emotion So I tucked it away…… six feet under my subconscious… My mind was a cemetery of regrets. Things I should have done, and when I should have learned to walked away. Then there was you…………… You were the misty avenger that stepped out of the abyss Shook my snow globe world upside down. Speckling my VISION with light, snow and glitter Heart reserrector, you're honesty was my defibulater Thumping life organ through my sweater coloured my cheeks a candy apple red from pleasure giving me the courage to break free from the prison of woeful We lay on your carpet, filling our lungs with laughter I am Exposed, and exuberant……. Letting my true personality resurface No longer am I a hesitant seal peeking over the ocean's surface, NO LONGER DO I MISS THE SUNSETS I AM EUPHORIC ON THIS GORGEOUS LIFE Drinking down the pleasure of a sunrise This moment with you ……………………..is a Utopian treasure You take my breath away… and your beauty is immeasurable……………………. Heart reserrector Your wisdom is celestial, My guardian angel For your insight I am eternally thankful
In the morning of the night I looked to the light to find what was right but all I found was left being deft in the night. I was not contrite with this inner fight as I lied attempting to sleep but was slight. The night's fight was ripe with spite as I was lost in the middle of my left and right. Lines of site are veiled with obligatory inquiries of yin or yang or black or white. Should I disinvite the blight within to settle the fight of left and right? Or make haste of left even though it's not right. But the left was and is deft and is pulling the weight tonight. The right is though, right… but should I be left? I have to be forthright as a knight by being right but being left I am bereft in my plight. Even now I write to find my right but can't change the left. Having left….could I ever be right?
What path would Love now have me start to tread? Your words spur; let my feet follow your lead. The world, it groans; God's love needs to be spread. Yet once again, I find a thing thought dead. The loneliness; is this what truth can breed? What path would Love now have me start to tread? My words, my time, my soul, my love, my head I give you. Please give these to those in need. The world, it groans; God's love needs to be spread. For hope I pray, and yet, my hope is wed With fear--The Way is littered with a weed! What path would Love now have me start to tread? For change I pray. "This day my daily bread" Cannot be heard by men consumed with greed. The world, it groans; God's love needs to be spread. For love I pray. These two raise me from bed: When Earth's destroyed and men cry to be freed. What path would Love now have me start to tread? For them I pray. For souls and bleeding hearts The only food is Your inspiring Love. The world, it groans; God's love needs to be spread. What path would Love now have me start to tread?
You and I. You. Your heart blazed, with a warmth of spirit, soothing, alluring, soaked in truth. Your smile burned, branding me permanently, gentle, tender, enveloping my being. Your love was complete, from the depths of your soul, unsaid, yet fierce, bathed in silent knowing. Your dreams were poetic, fluttering in the afternoon breeze, infused with the distilled essence of rhyme. I. I squandered your generosity of spirit. I vainly discarded your priceless poems. Now I stand, alone, empty, desolate, wasting away, rotting inside, day by day.
Can this ever stop The world is blacked by the lunar love All the tides have gone undone The seas beckon us with their rage Will they ever calm The mist covers our sight The storm comes Her eyes are the color of dyed blue With her raven hair and crimson lips She sleeps quietly waiting for the innocence of me But I've already put her in vain And tossed her aside I've already condoned my belovéd The desire was so much I couldn't face it In the eyes Forgetting the shame is just a Another winless game Take me away from this Take me away from the Lunar Love The moonbeams light up my pale face I don't want to be seen Banished from this world I'll ever be Take me away from this Take me away from the Lunar Love I cry but the sun cant hear Do I exist? This eclipse took over Now I'm left to face it all Left in the dark where can we go Lunar love is what we'll be Lunar love is what we have Fly away from the scene The tides are blind from the madness Even to the mountains they'll kiss The storm is too much The desire was so much I couldn't face it In the eyes Forgetting the shame is just a Another winless game Take me away from this Take me away from the Lunar Love Lunar love is what we'll be Lunar love is what we have The moonbeams light up my pale face I don't want to be seen Banished from this world I'll ever be Take me away from this Take me away from the Lunar Love The ghosts are tangled in my dreams They play with what was meant to be forgotten But I know there must be a away To find the closure But so lost are we So lost I've been Save yourself from the downfall How close are we to the edge This is what the rage has done This is what the sin has done The desire was so much I couldn't face it In the eyes Forgetting the shame is just a Another winless game Take me away from this Take me away from the Lunar Love The moonbeams light up my pale face I don't want to be seen Banished from this world I'll ever be Take me away from this Take me away from the Lunar Love Lunar love is what we'll be Lunar love is what we have Forgetting the shame is just a Another winless game
He sat at the bar, She had just left To use the restroom, And he pondered His situation. Yes, She was beautiful, Curves in the right places, Weave perfectly done, Not a track in sight, Outfit exhibiting all That God had blessed her with, But..... But she spent more time In the hairdresser's chair Than she spent in bookstores. Philosophical conversations Left him confused and He was a philosophy major. Yes, She was pretty, But she was like A beautiful vase, Pretty on the outside, Empty on the inside. He sat at the bar, Trying to put words together Kind enough Not to damage her ego, Strong enough To let her know That they were over. Words pulled him From his thoughts, They came from somewhere Behind him, They were a mix of Male and female, Peppered with a rhetoric His mind hungered for. Slowly, he turned around, Searching the bar For a couple In deep conversation. They sat two yards away, Two book ends, Brother and sister. He sipped his whiskey, Pretending to be taking in The whole bar scene, But he was really Fixated on her, Fixated on the dialogue. She was no stunner By society's standards, But the more she spoke, The more he was enamored. She glance his way And smiled, not knowing That in that gesture She stole his heart. Just as he was about To stand, To join them, To introduce himself, To join this battle of words, His woman appeared. She whispered naughty things, Delicious, seductive things, Things that would have made Him forget himself. Not this time, Or any time in the future. He spread out the Roughly sewn patchwork Of words he had planned to tell her, Then he bid her goodbye, Slipping out of her grasp. He didn't join The brother and sister, He just walked out of the bar. He was not that kind of guy, The kind that would Break up with one woman And pursue another In the space of five minutes. It was two weeks later When he saw the sister again, This time, he joined her, This time, he introduced himself, This time, he planned to be with A woman that stimulated him Mind, body and soul.
I'm Always Around by BJ Welsh I'm not near, but I'm really not so far If you look up I'll be the brightest star Looking down upon God's project earth Watching and waiting for a rebirth When you speak I will always listen My points will seem to shine and glisten Giving you guidance when things seem tough Steady now it may be rough When we meet again someday Be it there or far away I'm here for now and always will Never escaping, did you feel that chill? My spirit wind brushed by your side Or the soft, gentle wave pushed by the sea tide When we meet again someday Be it there or far away You've given me hope and reason to breath It's not yet time for me to leave I'm that fluttering seagull upon the sands Maybe I'm the reason for you to dance When we meet again someday Be it near or far away
Agony poisoned every thorn on this rose Feeding the ashamed for what they are worth In countless times, where did these countless hours fall? Aura suffocates our senses Leaving a trail full of fear Fear of the unknown Bottled up, your heart shifts Feelings of insecurity Breaking the glass inside yourself It robs your bones From the inside out So pale, you stand broken Will you follow the smoke That was left behind For you to choke upon?
The amazing way we came to know We each had some place else to go where eternal sparks of passion's fire too hot to quench with earthly flesh We understood our wants and needs Taking eternity into account never crossed our minds when we evaluated our lives We now step back and evaluate our relationships our accomplishments and believe in our choices We live a life our parents could not even imagine but the one thing they taught us still holds true... the children are the most important thing. rlm '08
What is this? This way I feel? I've never felt before A desire for a love to heal A heart so cold and sore Out with the old And in with the new To my past love, I never told But I'm happy at the chance to meet you Discovering Love is pretty overwhelming In my heart, so many feelings assembling So much beauty in so many faces Spread across the world, in a million different places I want someone to hold dear by my side Each and every night To be there when I want to hide And tell me everything's alright Meet someone with their heart so open, their eyes so wide Who reminds me of the one I lost To pick up the pieces, while to my life revive And breathe love's warm fires on a heart of frost She's out there somewhere, thinking of me As I am of her Just a blank face in our minds For which our hearts slowly burn Discovering Love is pretty overwhelming In my heart, so many feelings assembling So much beauty in so many faces Spread across the world, in a million different places And my past love will do the same Meet someone kind, and new Know he'll grow to love her name Just as I did, and still do What will come of them, I'll wonder Pray she finds happiness beyond compare Under the sun, rain, and thunder But to share these feelings with my new love, I wouldn't dare Discovering Love is pretty overwhelming In my heart, so many feelings assembling So much beauty in so many faces Spread across the world, in a million different places
Just A Little Talk With Jesus… Why not talk to Jesus? And spend some time alone? Won't you ask him to be the Lord of your heart and home? Just a little talk with Jesus can make your day so bright. He can heal your troubles and make everything "alright!" Just a few moments with him can make all of the difference! His love can give you hope and a joyous experience! Feel free to share with him your every need and concern! Won't you allow him to guide you at life's every turn? Won't you allow his cleansing power to take your sins away? He can make you a new person! And can do it TODAY! The time you can spend with him, is time you won't regret! HE will never fail you! And hasn't let go of anyone yet! Just a little talk with Jesus will bring sweetness to your soul! The words of Christ can completely make you whole! Please remember a promise from the beginning of time. When God created the world... He had all of us in mind! Spending time with Jesus will be the best thing you did! Won't you accept his love and willingness to forgive? Just think about the opportunity with Christ you can share! You can have time with him! And can meet him anywhere! Behold the glory of our Lord! He reigns from heaven above! You can enjoy his presence! And the power of HIS LOVE! By Jim Pemberton
I can't survive without the rush of an impulsive swallow or an impersonal touch. I'm fueled by the adrenaline I get solely through sex and drugs, driving while high and chasing danger. Piercing my skin with needles and pins, willing to feel the worst to feel anything
I Still Love the Lord In The Same Old Fashioned Way! No matter what many people may have to say. I still love the Lord in the same old fashioned way! No matter the burden. No matter the cost! Christ gave me his life! That day on the cross! The holiness of my Lord is awesome and very real! Behold the Lord God! The God of Israel! Jesus has created me. And his word tells me. Everything about my life... He already knows me! He's called me to give up everything! And follow him! I want to do what he asks of me, because I love him! He will help me to be the kind of person he wants me to be. He has called me to holy living. Because he loves me! This way of living, may seem to be "old fashioned" by many. But the life he gives, is worth more than all of this world's money! He gives joy unspeakable! And the half hasn't been told. One day soon, I shall walk on those streets of gold! He gives an abundant life! This is why he came! Everything I'll ever need... I can find in his name! The road to eternal life, is a narrow road to travel on. Christ is someone I can always depend on! Thank you Lord! For your love so sweet! All of my burdens and worries, I lay at your feet! You're worth everything to me! What more could I ask? I have a heavenly life with you, that will always last! By Jim Pemberton
lead my hand o' dear life lead my hand on this land o' dear life, until the end o' dear thought of comfort seed my life feed me not in strife bleed me joy from nine to five lead me a journey of phases a journey of ages to face this germinate in me a corn of survival a history of possibilities a record of living to afford a source to live for this life is a choreographer of life a propeller of existence an economy of spiritual commodities a tear drop of opportunities yet not so many does see its commonalities an event of anomalies and regularities lead me a way o' dear life carry me a sledge on a journey of life a terrain of survival and life a gemstone for many a pentagon of any a model of penny an artwork of joy a string of life on a journey a script of many a stanza of any opn08022012/0106 from: 'journey of life' and 'on a journey', february 2012 >> ntema's unique poetry (nup) http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lead-my-hand-o-dear-life/
I stand, alone. Scratching for my truths, peeling away the veneer, I stand, alone, before this impregnable cliff so sheer. Cocooned in my solitary shell, wrenching a smile from a tear, I stand, alone, a little odd, and definitely quite queer. I stand, alone.
A beautiful sound to my ears is hearing the RAIN outside my window Drip drop nonstop coldezz and brezze thats the weather I like the most RIAN your back home miss you and the wind you blow Fall then winter what a combination to my soul love not lost, lost not gone I love when it RAIN because its a new beinning to my life RAIN, RAIN, RAIN don't go away I don't wanna say come back another day Time to bring out the coca and brownies and find a warm spot to gather and deliver the laughers and fun RAIN sure do bring family back closer to one another RAIN don't you love to be loved??? because I know I do and its never more then enough RAIN, RAIN its your turn to let it RAIN down on use so let it fall more and more on use:)
Walking with you all the way, because I missed you night and day. Holding your hand to help guide the way, in the light of the moon? Sunshine brightening our lives whispering ways, hold my hand, I want to be with you, up lift your soul in oh so many crazes. Hold you in my arms and remembering when our lives took us, Each to two separate places, what am I to do now? Eyes so clear, Pull your likeness... Closer to me now and cling to you at closed in spaces? Whisper in your ear that I have no grievances to spare, so come to me, Come to me now, I want you to be here, love me now, I have a life to share. The effects are rollin over our bodies, like it can't decide, Caught in between here and taking you out to be the ride of your life.
She sits over her writings, a chrysalis, a solitary form. All of her adventures are tucked in her mind this morn. Her poetry is meant to half make you laugh or weep. Her stories are soulful with multiple twists to reap. Her husband peeks at her ideas before going to work… She can't wait to discuss the results back and forth. She'll revise a little, but not the main inspirational theme. This poem is the result of a days' insightful dream. She's a butterfly who may never come out from her cocoon. But she's safe, warm, and happy… with your reading a boon. There are always those admirers awaiting her final results. Like a butterfly's wings the words tarry, till they finally bust forth. She helps others understand… they're not alone…any more… With a moment of her presence and beautiful, unfurling heart. Then she'll hide away back in her cocoon till when… She'll awaken, forever beginning the cycle… anew, again.
Parents are very fierce on expectations by holding the rod.... they mean well, but they crush or ignore their teens' wishes; not all are meant for professional careers, others choose trades to express themselves in the best ways they know how. My dad wanted me to be an aircraft engineer, but I rebelled and chose a writing career; I disappointed him a lot by disobeying... but as much as I love airplanes, I prefer writing. I envision those airplanes as thoughts traveling through space on floating clouds, and they are lovely indeed...like the fearless birds flying past the hazy horizon; I wonder how any pilot finds the courage to fly them without looking down... I peaked through that window: all I saw was a blue Earth with majestic mountains. Being a writer is not a guaranteed profession, or a tale from rags to riches... its the happiest one, but it's full of personal satisfaction and self esteem; there's none like it, and on that expectation, I've built my childhood long dream, but the biggest thrill of all is to see your words translated in many languages. Sadly, my dad passed away and his bitterness I recall with pain; it wasn't an act of disobedience, but a matter of choice, or even worthiness, and the choice of one's heart always seems to be the right one! Can anyone among you see my refusal as betrayal, or a desire for greatness?
< Artist searching for a muse Creativity is the key Recant those memories Open your heart and soul Start spreading the news There's poetry to be found Inside each and everyone of us Can't you hear the music To the beaten drum Whistle while you work Or you'll snooze and lose Entry For Jared Pickett's Contest Acrostic 2 G.L. All
Dear You, When things get rough I always think of you. The ways you calm me are too many to list and the ways I miss you are too obvious to dismiss. You are always present in my thoughts like you are suppose to be with me even when I don't want you with me. You, you have a way with words and I love the way they ease between my ears erasing my fears and finding an effortless path to my heart. You never stop amazing me. I wonder sometimes what would I do if I lost you. Devastation. Humiliation. Deprivation. Reckless Endangerment. I am finally settling on the thought that I may need you here. The first time we met I thought you were the most beautiful thing I had ever been allowed to see. I could barely focus as you took me completely by storm, you made my coldest places warm and for that I thank you daily. I remember looking you over trying not to make my stare obvious. Your skin was perfect, like it had been custom blended only for you, your voice tone was almost too low but I challenged myself to not miss a word, and I didn't. The thing I noticed, that I love the most about you was the way you took extreme care with me, like from our first initial touch you somehow instinctively knew to go slow, move slower and announce each entry. I tried not to love you that day, but I walked away haven already made a copy of the key that unlocks my heart…and I gave you the original to make sure it would work. Now I wait for you to use it...and now I question sometimes if I should change the locks. Except when I see you, I only want to remove them for you so you only need to walk in, but I must watch you make that move on your own. Sincerely, Just love Me
Have you ever wondered what lies in your horizon? Is it the wreckage of a wasted life or the beauty of Zion? Creating and destroying; so on and so forth Life continues, chaotic, steadfast in it's course The order of all things is beyond our control The wonderful earth, the awe-inspiring universe, even our own soul To reach out, to grasp the stars, to embrace fate Moving onward, have faith, resist the urge to hesitate Achieve what you feel is right, say what you have to say Do not live in fear, nurture love in your heart, follow your own way Break habits, break patterns, break addiction Be compassionate, be strong, live with conviction Unknown is the destiny of everything that is Embrace each moment, each day, have the courage to live
where oh where does my passion lay? in a shoebox, under the staircase? i've been looking all day, i'm getting too tired to play. i guess it's better off this way, to be missing eternally, than to have been found and broken, a curse that bounds when spoken, these days i hardly mention your name. most dreams are fairytales, i need to pretend if i want to achieve. i'm numb, like i've had a lobotomy. i am living in honesty or i am not living at all, my passions been pressed into the page - transformed from a natural beauty into something useful.
Take me Away, Alive or Awake by ~CrimsonSmolder In the lands of consumption On the edge that is so narrow Take me away; alive or awake Take me away; by force or compulsion Oh malicious being you.. Capture me whole and breathing Drug me high And pain me less And you shall gain What other lacked to impress In a room so velvet Blood is mistaken for carpet Curtains turn to shadows Take me there; Alive or awake Lay me down on a bed of roses In a dress of scarlet and pale light black With hair so curly that shines solid lust Where candles are lit and halos are exposed Drug me high To pain me less As I stare in those passionate eyes of black Genuine, yet unveiling As the drug gives me nausea but keeps me awake I Lay so still, so wordless As you rid me from my clothes slowly and gently And I just stare into those exquisite eyes of yours Lashes as dark and long I stare onto that black soft hair As it falls perfectly to all sides That built muscular rigid torso and lean abs That open shirt of yours waiting for the skin to expose You put yours hands to my sides Tough yet it feels so soft As you enter me whole Introducing feelings of excitement, of tension, of delight Yet I still lay motionless and still With eyes so indifferent And a heart beating so fast And yet you pause, and produce a dagger Hidden in thee black silk Its poison, peering silver, visible at the hilt I notice, but no reaction follows You pierce me lightly in the neck and breast Slipping it lightly, yet in some places deeper into the skin You lower your aim and strike it slowly yet smotherly to my stomach A bit of blood escapes my mouth; you wipe it tentatively with your hand You aim lower, cut deep into the abdomen Yet you continue to kiss me, and caress my check, leaving scars of red everywhere Droplets of a beautiful color ooze soothingly from thee cuts A feeling of lust consumes me A rage of vulnerability conquers me A sick pleasure overwhelms me I try. I will. And I produce all might to put my hands behind your neck My legs around your waist And I kiss you and love you And sense fades yet the heart still wants Still lusts, still orders Yet the blood continues to pour The body begins to suffer And pain a bit I begin to sense As I wince, surrendering my arms to my chest There's a 2nd part, please do read it c:
[The Cypress Is In Bloom] The cypress is in bloom I see the evil, the efflorescence of decadent doom Eloigning, with thy clandestines of the Dead September's reign My belovéd Penelope, abscond from the coven so deep, the glades of misery We must face her in the grove, for arcany, the path we must take She's in my mind, vaporously, Lauding with my, dangers and fears Lie, with ephermelcy's broken truths Leading me go Cypress, Marigold Immortally, willows, forevermore Forevermore [To Question; To Know] My argentine silence, your only condonicy Ends with such eath The Mockingbird in me--died Resting in one ounce, an abundance of shame With an infinity of joy Exiled, by the ones, who give all, names My breath starves for only more The façade, the veil, the austerity dims with Aquarianlore She falls to her knees, why for? Celandine she will be Celandine is she [Bead] The lair within, free from their causalities of their sins Shadowy primroses begin to grow, the season will never end In there I dream to be like you, violet blue, White Flower of Lisieux, La Fleur Blanche du Lisieux, So Celandine are you Celandine are you [Draconian] Draconian--Reach for the shadows within Draconian--Break from The Fallen's Sin Draconian--Their Empirical lies, only die Draconian--Reach The Shadows Within
You were a waste of time Not even deserving of a good rhyme Fist clenched, sweat damping my face Anxious to find my place I take the first step It takes a hold Just as if I were driving wearing a blindfold Grabs me tight I try so hard to fight I feel my heart race, I begin to pace At least it reminds me that I'm part of the human race I take the first step First we meet to say our goodbyes I say must walk alone I say must fall alone For I am capable of picking myself up Embracing the world like a new born pup I am sorry to say…I can no longer stay So afraid of failing That was why I kept on bailing I am now ready to take the next step I can no longer hide I need to realize my own ability buried deep inside I set myself free And finally discover the real me You see my dear… It is this little thing in life that hinders us This little thing we call FEAR…
THE ROAD I TOOK Mr Frost, I so often ponder upon your words of wisdom. But, now life's struggle receintly left me homeless and forelorn. Now, the Office of Veteran's affairs becomes a place of safe refuge. For this homeless Vietnam veteran, no longer hanging upon a ledge. Oh, woe is me, what happened to me, how did I arrive here? Woe is me. I can't recall the road I took, I don't know what happened. I just cannot see. I look back at my last journey and it's all a fog. It's as if I'm experiencing deep grog. I see something strange, I never saw the road I followed, I must have been blind. Was this the reason I stumbled along and fell behind? As I try to recall my adventures, all I see is "The road not taken." I never saw the road I was on, for all I dreamed about was the road I had forsaken. Injured and lame I cried and wished for the road that forked away, an Air Force career. Tears roll down into a glass of water that for others might have held steady beer. For it seems, others have fallen harder than my tumble For, in retrospect, compared to their state, it only seems a stumble. I no longer dream of the road I did not take. For now, I see the road I did follow. I see much learning and wisdom on the path which I did stumble and had much strife. I wish to now begin to aid others to pick up their lives and return to their road of life. My new purpose and goal now shines bright, now I seek to unravel. So I can get back on my road of life, and this time, really travel.
"Self absorption: fickle, spiny sponge. Crevices of fingerprints stinging on the tongue... Rapt attention fixed upon the reproducing cell- Fickle self absorption I know you very well." (-on the internal struggle of an artist's drive to create vs. the demands of real life.)
Weak girl Could I ever tell you that… How can I love you feeling like that She's dead now, and I just deal with you No, I don't want to kiss you Just bend over And you better get off Why do I want one more powerful? But too afraid to wait So I just deal with you Someday I will replace you And you will find another sucker Or kill yourself Maybe I should get out now Uncertainty keeps me So I just deal with you You are so pathetic And I am worse Maybe Ill die And then you'll know How it feels To be afraid of love Death is gods vengeance For those unafraid of love I hide under this table of hurt And just deal with you Like a disease that comforts me That death is near, to run from the pain
ALERT: A carpenter's son is loose in the Temple Birds flutter, animals hustle, merchants scream. The zeal for Jesus' Father's house consumes Him As the place for foreigners to pray had become a zoo. ALERT: A prophet is setting up for a Baal battle. Baal's priests even cut themselves yet no fire. After taunting, Elijah fills his altar with water. Calling on God, fire consumes and people bow. ALERT: An old man is building a huge boat ship. Without a cloud in the sky and only son's to help. When finished the animals come on call to board. Rain starts, doors close – 8 saved by holy passion. ALERT: Jesus is telling a tax collector he'll join him for dinner. Heedless of the Pharisees despising and the crowd's surprise. Zacchaeus totally changes – offering to multiply stolen money. A single sinner saved multiplies even more this holy passion. ALERT: Peter plus are preaching in the Temple again. After being imprisoned for just that, now rearrested. Whipped by the authorities, the disciples rejoice - For they've been counted worthy to suffer with Christ. ALERT: Daniel's praying openly even after it's become illegal. The royal advisers gleefully have the king throw him to the lions. Strangely they don't seem hungry till after Daniel is pulled out. So the king openly praises Daniel's God for this amazing miracle. DOUBLE ALERT: Jesus is talking to a Samaritan woman!!!! Breaking cultural barriers to share the message of salvation To her who has been married 5 times and is living with the 6th. She believes he's the Messiah and brings the town to Christ! ALERT: Paul's going back into the same town that stoned him. He's preaching again after shipwreck, jail, beatings, and such. Persecution seems to encourage Paul that he's doing the right. Passionately following the Savior who turned Him 180 degrees. ALERT: Bible translators burned at the stake for God's Word. Missionaries avoid death and disease long enough to share life. Stirring Holy Passion in receptive people who repeat the cycle. Changing cultures in bondage into those sharing Jesus' love. ALERT: What passion has the Lord put on your heart? Mine? Can we pray to see His will find its way in our everyday lives So the lost shall see, hear, find Christ and grow to share Him? Eternity is forever, this life is not. Fill us Lord with holy passion.
Snow, Winter's long quilt, Land's white, night beauty treatment.... Future drink for spring.
You occupy my mind two souls now intertwine connections undefined A once weary existence altered through persistence Written in the stars through all time and space you occupy my mind in this hidden place Destiny attained through mystic fires of flame Fires burn deep you occupy my mind even in my sleep
Dear God: I Can Never Thank-You Enough... Life is Challenging for most Our Days, We Focus only On our Struggles – Don't We? Well Today I Endeavour to Thank-you for Your Ways, I Hope this will Inspire Others to Join Me ! Oh Give Thanks for the Gift of the Poetry Line, The Invention of the Ball Point Pen to Create, Abilities to Share these Heart-felt Thoughts of Mine, Oh May these Thoughts in my Fellow Man Stimulate. Creation Alone is Enough for Us to Magnify your Fame, Stars at Night in all Their Glory with Shapes to Delight, Flowers I am Thankful for with Unique Beauty of which I cannot Name, Mountains so High and Valleys so Low everything in Balance just Right. How about my Vision the Ability to See Alone such a Wonder, Or with Ears to Hear Rushing Water and Birds Singing, My Nose to Smell ALL the Treats so Many Kitchens have to Ponder, Easter Christmas Thanksgiving to Name a Few Good Tidings Bringing. How do you Write and Finish a Poem of Thankfulness at All ? With a Mind so Simple Finite and Common Such as Mine… The Answer is We Don't this is a Beginning to an Eternal Wall, Oh God I am So Sorry that I Rarely Ever Give You Time ! Written by William Arthur Tell Lu 6:35 But love ye your enemies, and do good, and lend, hoping for nothing again; and your reward shall be great, and ye shall be the children of the Highest: for he is kind unto the unthankful and to the evil.
Sinister minister! Wait just a minute sir! If it's sin I administer, Upon then whom do I answer? Who then is the voice of reason? Woven between the choices believed in Go be the vagabond breeze To please the windy whispers She sees the truth It's absolution from down upon her knees She prays to thee For a side step of salvation In the name of creation Seek not sanctuary But loss and its return Through the loss of face and name Of course falls both shame and blame Upon all who shed remorse, gain curse Catch the light Stand and fight Redeem all wrongs with right New life and sharp eyes Immunize hurt and euthanize my youthful lies Yet inspire thee in chant Forge forward thy rant I wish to roam Though foolish I am bound Soul searching a lost collection of freedoms Bring forth the magician Let shine the one I hide Peace, please be this season Peace, please be believed in Yes, she is to be mine I seek not sex as prize It holds no surprise I know how it starts Then divides, ends and rips apart It cannot choose my friends Nor secure my brethren A blank mind is so noisy You hear again and again You have NO idea So you better then Buy into my theories At least then You will KNOW an idea!
be still my heart just hush ill get rid of this big bad crush if only you knew how much i care the kind of love i have for you is rare you dont even know my hearts on fire and that your the one that i desire i dream of kissing your lips but when i wake away you slip be still my heart just hush ill get rid of thei big bad crush i wish i could tell you how i feel then your touch i wouldnt have to steal you would be mine with our hearts and body intertwined i wouldnt have to dream and i could be with you always i wouldnt have to scheme this secret is hard to keep into my heart its etched deep
My only friend Is the one in my head 'cause the one that I had was left behind in the sand The sand of the hourglass waning away never stopping never speeding only burying your secrets grain by grain Someone to hold something to have All pain no gain I reached out to touch you and you melted as my fingers grazed your perfect face I try to scoop up the puddle mould you back into shape But I just kept slipping in the mess that I used to live for
When worlds collide Souls rise Complacency dies For a brief second to see inside For a brief second, nowhere to hide When worlds collide Actions rise Idle hands die You must be this tall to ride Avoid at all costs the rip tide … A burst of light in eternal black A furious hot dense light Emitting with all its might Emitting so that it might appear bright The stars are out tonight
what is interesting is that i feel like all the others that say... "i know just how you feel"...you know... those recovered ones that are o.k..now. i want to tell them that i am not o.k. cannot they see i can hardly open my eyes but for the tears that are streaming down my face.??? oh, my darling i see you everywhere that you aren't; but even more painfully i see you where you are.
You can breathe, but not live, You can know, but not understand, Hope, and not dream Conquer, and not build You can love, and not risk Be surrounded, yet alone, Speak, without saying a word, Lead and not follow Or Breathe and live like it is your last, Seek to understand, that you may know, Dream so that others may hope Conquer that which destroys Love, like you are loved Surround those who are alone, Speak, with a word of action
The morning night thunder-shone The bright stars fractured me You in sudden surprise Whirling in your misgivings Baby gulls sit on our heads And we weep forgetting to be merry Broad is the scope of infinity Meet me in brackish waters Death to focus Death to style Come worming up to the hole Peacetime summer reds I can eat a clock and dream of orangutangs Forgive these latches Remove them Remove them
LOVES SONG TO YOU ABOUT TOMORROW Plant dreams of me on feath'ry pillows Dancing thru thorns—we blossom Dawn into periwinkle glory
Those sweet words Hot dulcet endearments Of Midnight murmurs Spoken of chaste hearts Genuine purity Of unsullied eyes gazing Passions copious moments In a feathered freefall To rest upon me… Those gentle hands So softly surrounding In a smoldering caress Of icy fingers and warm lips Two spirits explore That sweet breathing lexis Of a love once heeded Born in the fiery kiln That beats within me… Those rarest of moments Of a fleeting vulnerability I stand before you unashamed Never hiding away Only you have seen my true face Laying under the masks And still you kissed my eyes As I surrendered to you All that defines me…
Shades of color bounce within Singing their hues dancing in place Vivid lines colored outside Rules broken with empty space A midnights dream heard and seen Gleaming from the twinkle of a eye Wings touched flown and plucked Gliding like a bird up in the sky Wishes from pennies thrown into tears The reservoir over flowing with pigments of pain Drowning from the shadows The flood paints the day Words speak volumes of silence hidden Their sounds blind to what they see Mirrors of nouns and verbs Their meaning and secrets lost at sea Emotions ruled by laws of language Spelled in boxes of glass Melted from sands inside That voices strangle to grasp
They locked eyes. Engines revved and roared. When the light flashed green, tires screamed across the pavement, other horns were honked, and a cup of Coke flew across the lane divider into the lap of the second driver even as the car of the first driver veered off into a ditch, overturned, cabin crunched into a tree and three souls rode their last. The traffic teacher says we must control our emotions, but I know this is impossible. Emotion binds the heart of every human. We can control our responses to these feelings, or else ignore them entirely. I wish I could choose the latter.
a simple wish... no fancy words no more clever rhymes no more slickly crafted verse just a simple wish to cherish the moments in-between the hue and cry of this life no more the dull-edged jab no more the anger and the strife a simple wish beyond the wasted hours and the days and the blurry fears a simple wish of a simpler life after all the bitterness of the passing years and so to retire from the hustle to flee from the hollow wasted breaths that have been breathed to bid the emptiness farewell while ushering in the new tomorrow bathed in the soft glow of hope and kissing adieu to all the hurt and all the doleful sorrow...
The warming glow that brings my heart abloom, A fireplace with silent flickering My passions flowing in a low-lit room, Oh, take my pen and write, muse whispering. Soft, quiet thoughts embracing songs, consume. Engrossed, dramatic shadows shimmering. Endorphins gleaning precious words, oh soul – Serenity and sexiness made whole. © February 6, 2011 Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: SEXY! Sponsored by: nette onclaud
A spark of life Fire in my belly Giving what I have Serving you Honouring, who I truly am Loving you, in return
Twists and turns are life Happy or sad, you decide It shall stay that way
While I wait here alone feeling helpless, the emptiness in my heart aches to be close to you and really feel your loving arms around me and that warm embrace I crave every night as I wait here alone patiently and still.
The path to happiness is gone Blocked by the darkness where I belong Its face a beautiful deceit Its lips bring my wisdom to its knees I ache for horror to betray What's left of my senses, I simply pray For passion burning through my thoughts And in her embrace I will be lost Her eyes: the mirror of my warmth Reflecting on surfaces of frost I barely understand my place That I am an object for her to waste My tangled reason can't recall The thought of a future where I can't fall And I will crawl as I turn back Into the darkness within my past Her words have torn into my mind This orbiting creature has her claws inside And now I spiral to the start Cutting her out, she'll take my heart
passion is essence of arts lie in deep of heart shines all expressions sensitive feelings tells no lies in love sorrow depicts true beauty
Love, feeling, and excitement! Are exactly what I'm dealing with And without you, I'm powerless... so powerless... You're constantly on my mind And you're embedded in my heart What would I do with you? I would be nothing! Even if I clear my mind You'll always be there, no matter what I do And I'm beginning to see the truth I think that fate has led me to you This love, feeling, and excitement! Must be the things I really need right now Your beauty has captured my heart And you're now constantly plaging my mind! My heart won't stop thumping! Even at the mention of your very name It's enough to wake me up even if I were dead... My dreams of you seem to be Pleasant but thet bother me Why can't I make my dreams Come true right now!? However, I will just wait For us to be together, no mtter how long Even if it were for an infinite years I'll still be here, waiting for you, my love This love, feeling, and excitement! Is a mixture of happiness and lust within me now And nothing will stop me from Reaching you, and embracing you! I can't seem to stop thinking! Just the sight of your picture is enough To fill me up with energy that I never Had before.... I can't seem to get away from these feelings! Tears I've never had before In what seems like a long time Now are overflowing Down these cheeks of mine Just for you because I need you, love... This love, feeling, and excitement! Is the fuel that I need to keep going now And I promise to meet you In just a matter of uears... Just wait for me, my love! I'm coming over as quickly, as I possibly can And once we're together, I promise we'll be Happy forever...
Kaptain Kundalini Those unloved, and void of lust Stagnantly covered in the dust Waiting to be wiped with thrust Smoot veils, they're on the cusp Of being just one more swept away, unnoticed Like ancient texts forgotten too Gone unseen, closed eyes rue Held in limbo till he says the que Halted, cold tangled up in the blue Til' you stumble upon the dormant love, inside it Don't fear what's been left alone The empty fields, no one roams Better than the infested clones Fruitful minds, now full of bones Of those who skipped the dusted roads, to fit in While those that scoff at others Hide slick lies under the covers Yet they call eachother brothers Are trained to bark, hate hovers Under a clever guise of misguided love, they created So if you see a book rife with smut Years of despair in a constant rut Beguiled of the dustiness in glut Though beauty lies inside it's guts Withhold judgement till you brush the dirt, from your notions The pages glow, dust now gone Has been there waiting all along Yet took the ever slightest prong Each word bellows a saintly song That wakes the sleeping eyes to see, the beauty.
Coming Out Of The Closet? Across this country, there's more people "coming out of the closet." Any sense of a Godly direction. They've seemed to have "lost it." Often talking about their life. And are not ashamed… Often bringing dishonor to God's holy name. Perhaps "going back into the closet," is where you need to be. And think for a minute….Where you'll spend eternity. God is still God. He is righteous but also holy and just. He asks all to give him our heart. Our obedience. And trust! Perhaps in the closet . A time of seeking God should be spent. A time to have fellowship... A time to repent. During this time you can spend with God…. And HIM alone. Asking him to bring peace, hope and love into your home. This closet can give you a "quiet time." A time "to be still." A time to seek God. And to do his will. May you allow your heart, toward HIM to be yielded and broken. And time to meditate on some of the words that he's spoken. If it's the closet that you truly want to come out. You can tell everyone: "Jesus IS what life is about!" Allow HIM to cleanse and make you whole within… As his blood cleanses you and takes away every sin! Spending time with God… You'll be glad you did. His abundance and overcoming life… He'll freely give! God wants to be with you. By a "divine appointment." Experience his life changing power, and a GODLY enjoyment! By Jim Pemberton
May Jesus Be Glorified! May Jesus be glorified! His enemies scattered! He's everything to me! And all that matters! Every battle in life… He's there with me! He is my protector… Because he loves me! He is my rock, high tower and my shield! Every evil sprit, to him, must yield! I've decided to join his army! The battle is won! Victory is assured! Through God's anointed son! My life with him, is eternally bliss! For he is mine! And I am HIS! By Jim Pemberton
Guitar; black slick acoustic difficulty for minds that show teeth grit defiant stand serve as road block in the way of raw expression ART bullheaded you self made doubter lover of fail at yir' right hand tripping over what's left notes chords waiting on deck for launch beside yir'self with holding back somewhere beneath hard crust molten lava pops pours and subsequently maneuvers right through the bullshit to seep through porous walls you've built so get busy playing that Ovation and channel some of that pent-up guilt
Poet trees don't think we cry ink... eyes pink; face ta' face blink; then sink to brinks of Disgrace; lips trace mirrors whole selling fears we die here souls are sold this way today cut ties with lies here and Buy Here
A kaleidoscope, a mixture of colors and light So hard to describe so hard to write Just like a life just like mine Here is mine my time to shine The colors change just like time A life goes on to hit its prime No matter what it keeps on changing Just like life keeps on arranging My story begins at age six When life was suddenly no easy fix The Kaleidoscope began to turn And its center began to churn My father left our family home He left alone to go and roam Suddenly the Kaleidoscope went dark Even now it's left its mark It remained unturned for about two years And the movement became quite severe My Mother moved away from home To improve her new teaching career The shades of blue came into play As most of my family had passed away My mother was strong and held my hand Even though nothing had gone as planned My family will always be in my heart Those small blue beads will play their part At that time I was almost nine I pretended that I was just fine The colors changed from blue to red I went on with almost no dread At age eleven I moved once more I moved again to the California core I spent the next year in shades of green All the kids were just too mean I went to Junior and then Senior High Then it was time to say goodbye The Kaleidoscope turned and made a painting My life became very entertaining That's when I met you for the first time My hope and happiness began to climb But My Father turned my Kaleidoscope for me And I asked and cried my pitiful plea On the weekends the kaleidoscope turns black With nothing there to change it back There are ups and downs, lights and darks With many blond moments and smart remarks My life will always be turning fast Even so I have time to look back at my past If I remember one thing it is that My life was nothing like combat But I still fought wars of my own Without them my world would still be unknown There is nothing quite like a kaleidoscope It's a symbol of change and hope I like to think my life is like this So look back and reminisce Look back at your thoughts and dreams But remember nothing is as it seems The Kaleidoscope will turn to show your past What was boring and what was a blast Mine shows everything you've done for me You showed me how fun life can be You made my life what it is now To this day I still wonder how Thank you for turning my Kaleidoscope And giving me strength and the power to cope You made my life a beautiful rainbow You deserve more than you will ever know
Walking with that stride, Saying I can do anything. My stride following the rythm of my heart. Smirking at the wet grass, Making everything shimmer, Oh so brightly. Laughing with the thoughts in my head, Joking with the sun that smiles down at me. Getting what I want, Everything being handed down, The weather relaxing my hands. My surroundings oh so addictive. My mind loosing controll in it's thoughts, Getting tangled, With such an un-bareable scartch at my eyes. A feeling I fall in love with, The instant it sends shards of pain through out my arms. The smile growing across my face, Tilting my head back as I walk with such a stride.
I can remember every time I've watched the sun rise. Each time so much different from the last. The awakening of the world, the pulse of it all, always the same. I can feel the rumble of her heart beat right through me. Oh how I cherish these moments of peace.
Coffee in a cup, makes a cup of coffee; just as an aroma from within, makes the air, smell of flowers in the spring ...blossoms, blooms, time, ...a sweet thing, like sugar cane is to the tasting, and the tasting is to stirring the dream, flavor, making flavored coffee soul, a drink in the morning.
The beauty I see in things makes me so sad.... For when I find something beautiful, It may never be quite that way again. A summer day an autumn breeze a color in a sunset.... your warm hand held in mine. Why do i still hear your name.... in my head.... Faint, tired.... so tired..... almost dead. My soul still whispers to God for you without me even thinking.... So thoughtless, hopeless, longing, sadly dreaming. Unbearable....... That sweet old dream of being in your arms my frame stood secure in yours You were thin and warm and sturdy..... soft coat of yours so cozy................. Your face emanating 'happy'.... Too soon, you began to fade away...... In tears I closed my eyes and held on tight..... Oh, I couldn't bear to watch you disappear again But I felt it, all right..... Your memory.... I'll stuff in the dark of my mind in an ebony box And keep it so tightly shut.... Tied with a long, dripping ribbon of blood And thus my healing has begun..... But I'll still be on the run......... No love deserves to live so long... then die alone, so painfully. Never again will this soul feel so trapped--- so helpless---- and so...........free...................... sorrylittlesharky.com
When I needed you the most - you disappeared.......crawling into the vast belly of this dark, cruel, prosperous world.....leaving me alone to face the darkness and despair, forcing me to find my own light, while you wallowed in your own defeat and misery. But yet I survived, and thrived and surmised it was coming. You will always be a coward who walks the path of convenience and suffers silently for choices you regret. Forever regret, serving yourself a vicious serving of self-loathing daily. One day the darkness will succumb to the light, and the beams will shine upon your old, weak and weary face – but I won't be there to share the warmth, nor will I celebrate the birth, I will remain distant and far………forever remembering your abandonment…..and forever will I not look your way; this stranger who now surfaced from the darkness, only to find himself sinking back into his dark abyss of loneliness and lost dreams.
Full Moon Brimming On A Hungry Wolf Fire still burning Words are not enough Red Riding Hood, You stopped me where i stood. The basket you held, looked so good, I enticed...And you fell... In the woods... safe and sound We could not believe what we had found Me in denim... and you it lace We understood, each other so very well Full moon brimming over with light Gazing into the eyes of the other The twin to me, I did see, in You. Be careful with my heart, my love. My running shoes are unlaced for now, So lean back and enjoy the ride. Embrace all the laughter, our lives allow. rlm
The Sieve of Time Cast ashore, along the banks of time, whirling through the passing years, clinging to my futile scribbles set in rhyme, Cast ashore, thrust into an unrehearsed pantomime, clenching slivers of joy as weariness descends, lulled into a peaceful slumber exhilaratingly sublime. Cast ashore, hazily adrift, a dandelion seed on the wings of time, trapped in the sieve of spiralling memories, caught between pristine bliss, and reeking slime. Cast ashore, flung aside for no discernible crime, my human heart thuds with elusive hope, though battered, bruised, and covered in grime, I stagger ashore, alone, embracing each moment of detached, oblivious time.
back and forth, running with a string i dance, back and forth flowing like a ribbon the wings of a butterfly, flapping endlessly the songs that i sing mimmick the life beneath my skin reveal the truth that's missing try, to see my eyes move, to see my pride i am the endless flow that lives alongside every moment whether it's here or not in every hidden escape beyond the skies that the insane have created to arrange this line of seperation this line of time to decipher what is dead and what is alive pulling me, i resist i rise, slowly into the sun resisting this motion my senses inexistent my aura, surrounding within with wings like a dove, soaring between clouds of coffins picturing memories that once existed somewhere once before back and forth, stumbling, i am being guided on a string to soon collide in a cosmic explosion sweet memento mori surrounding my frames in flames, these strings exist too they are a part of me a part of you what have we got in common is it the color of the string or who is higher in the wind who we can not see what we do not believe a point of certainty resting between sanity and insanity that the world has not yet reached
Love is an unspoken form of maschism And it's slowly killing me inside. Each minute of silence A lost beat of my heart. My ribs are all knives now Stabbing my flesh and making it bleed. My heart feels vast, hollow Cold, Like a hundred story skyscraper- its residents packed up and left suddenly with out so much as a note on the door And their rent unpaid. And each day my skin screams and tries to escape my body and I saw at it with broken glass in an attempt to set it free but I can't. I am trapped. And our love is the five ton anchor pulling me beneath the waves. Our love is the air bubbles frothing from my mouth and the cries of my lungs as they are filled with the sea. And our love is the smile on my face that doesn't dare fade despite the pain. Our love is the hope that soon I won't need to breathe. That the chains will break and set me free To wash ashore with the millions of others and watch them stand up and brush the sand from their hair and turn to bask in the sun's embrace. Our love is what breaks my legs, keeps my back to the sun and my eyes locked on the dark waters in the hopes that you will emerge and grasp my hand and help me stand! Our love will starve me And burn me And deprive me of sleep. I will die for our love before I leave this shore without you by my side. And maybe, Just maybe,k I can smile for once without the pain.
I watched the love of two hearts crushed today, So much pain and sadness there was nothing to say. For so very long the writing was on the wall, For some reason it just was not noticed at all. Oh how the blame seems to be everything and everyone, Not for a moment do they realize what they have done. The sarrow they feel is so hard for them to conceive, Don't want to face the truth and they will never believe. Only themselves to blame and that's going to be awhile, Before either of them will find a reason for them to smile. Broken hearts and thier worlds have been torn apart, Makes me wonder will they know how to make a new start. Nothing good ever comes from so much deceit and lies, To see no trust or faith just makes me want to cry. It's not really their fault so young and without any clue, May be years before they learn how or what they must do. WE can only pray for them that they will find their way, The happines and joy they deserve will be found on that day. I watched the love of two hearts being crushed today, To see so much sadness , there's not much anyone can say. TAC
What God's done for me… Is hard to explain it. When it comes to his love… I can't "contain it!" The love he brings and the peace untold… Is very precious. And worth more than gold! Without him in my life… What would I do? He brings new meaning to the words; "I LOVE YOU!" Just to know him and the beauty there is in his name… He brings to me comfort and joy... This is why he came! I'll accept his gift of eternal life today! And allow his presence to brighten my day! A relationship with him is his divine will… To the storms of my life… He speaks; "peace be still!" As I allow him to make my life complete within… A beautiful relationship with him begins! He is my God! My provider! And so much more! He's here right now. What am I waiting for??? By Jim Pemberton
Hidden A secret Must keep it Forbidden to be in the same area or even seen with Sharing a secretive kiss and passionate Hugs and whispers of love Outwardly detached except to who's above Footsteps creeping wood creaking Bed rails leaning wanting more than a fling Yurning for the other perspective All the guts but not the full glory of affection My bed room you laying in No Must be like night.....silent Holding close from a distance Being cautious of signs n Sunrise again Gotta let go Even tho Shed no tears but my insides are welded up and drowning Days to long til arms embrace and hair gets velcrowed to my face The moon shines on my back as I make tracks from days lacked of poise Coming in must make little noise Fiddle with my lifesize toy that holds the key to this heart that's bolted shut and nailed up with boards But can open all the doors Sunrise again Must place u in my head til the moonlight allows my heart to be opened Always left wanting more The bad breath The nights not slept The sheets unkept The hair a mess The pain and suffering The stress The whole Damn package Just Not so lucky enough yet Until next time where the moonlight will hold the spell of a taboo love kept......Peace
I Once Loved to Tell Others Of Jesus! I once told others of Jesus! As a young boy... Witnessing for Christ, Is what I enjoyed! I told others of a time to repent... I loved to talk about Jesus, wherever I went! As the years went by, And I grew old. The things of God, I had no longer told. A coldness in my life, began to brew. Even God's word… I no longer knew. I only talked about God to people in the church. In my heart, was a hunger for a new search. A search to return to Jesus! My lost love! I fell on my knees! And cried to God above. I began to confess, to God, everything! A new love for him I knew he would bring. I began to feel his love come all over me. The chains were now gone! I was set free! If a coldness for Jesus dwells in you. Remember his love is faithful and true! Please come to Jesus! And be cleansed within! And experience the joy of being born again! By Jim Pemberton
The darkness comes again to clarify the unseen, all the while I crawl out of the prison I cradled into so to shy away from the light and its stupid pretense to simplify the inexplicable In me duality rules, blood and smoke swirl no longer apart draining my soul anew I spend endless hours obsessing over the thought of you, cursing your name, rabidly foaming over what you are doing to me: I was dead and now I live! From the abysses of my days and the heights of my nights I yearn to bite and poison your happy flesh of delight with my same illness so that we can be forever one among the damned But then it is indeed your smile to rip through my powerless guts and weaken my resolve For you I live, for you I would gladly die.
That sanguine little girl so full of longing Gave up her ghost inside and left it homeless, wandering Sleepless I lay back and wonder why When you enter mind I want to cry I've forgotten what it feels like to be truly happy But I know I'd find it If I someday found you I wouldn't trade this torture for all the peace in the world I wouldn't erase your face from my mind for a universe I won't shut out your beautiful voice to save my life I will stop at nothing to make you all mine The weight of empty Crushing load of inner vacancy I've forgotten what it felt like when my soul wasn't heavy But I know that it once again could fly If I could take you with me I wouldn't trade these tears for all the bliss on this barren earth There's nothing more beautiful to me than you, when you smile I couldn't forget you if that were my desire And only death will keep me from my place at your side sorrylittlesharky.com
Today I am the changed… Today this life completely rearranged… Today I pulled myself from a toxic soup… Today I became conscious of the mind numbing loop… Today I shredded this egocentric noose… Today I realized being absent from fear, I am greater than Zeus… Today I sipped the energizing source juice… Today I professed so long anxiety elixir, found is the truth serum to awakening quicker… Today I discovered my inner sword of light… Today I found unwavering will holds high authority might… Today I heard an adulation voice say, "Just be one with blithe"
Follow me to the metaphysical plains where spirits graze, we'll get lost in the darkest parts of the forest for days, following any direction that nature sways, ocular perceptions in a Kaleidoscopic maze, ascending infinitely in a spiritual phase, psychedelically extracting thoughts the mind never portrays, nostalgia quickly decays, there was never a place for us among society anyways.
A Chipped Heart... Dreaming, my heart brittle as glass, my solitary facade a pitiful farce, shards tearing out of my skin, seeking release, from cages within, I am lost, in the dream, bellowing out a silent scream, torn from reality, drowning in the now, yet I refuse, I refuse to succumb, I refuse to bow. My chipped heart, may be wounded, wreathed in pain, still, I believe, love, truth, belonging, will take my hand, again...
Death rides a pale horse, it is often quoted to resurrecting bitter memories it is devoted But the killer of dreams is Brahma dark and with a twist of its head, hits its mark I've ridden the memories until I've about lost count Sometimes I wonder which of us is actually keeping score and I'd gladly welcome that pale mount just to dare to dream once more © July 2004
How to abate the loathing When words mean nothing? There are moments In human existence When Any resistance against baleful fate is futile. When One is left with his thoughts Forsaken by all gods Astonished immensely by the world vile which first gave him birth and now devours him with mirth Agonizes he in every spot on the Earth Where does his heart belong to Never will he learn How to console such a man When all words would burn? How to abate the loathing When words mean nothing?
THE MAN WHO IGNORED HIS WIFE How could you do it dear, she cried You think you'll keep me satisfied How could you quit a Wall Street job To muck about with every slob A rising star---you blaze a trail You'd shuck it all to run a jail? Oh, my sweet darling, then she quibbled You know I love you…. ear was nibbled…. A cold look flashed—he'd not be played Now stunned by truth--- she was afraid She had ployed sex, she had coyed tears-- Anger now surpassed her fears She screamed at him and slapped him hard He studied her with new regard He saw himself a man alone Threw on his jeans and grabbed his phone. He viewed his love in raw new light Slammed tight the door, and said Good Night.
Snakes of Summer All summer I saw them as they scurried in front of my whirling mower blades. Some of them evaded the metal blades. The slower ones were halved and quartered. The first time this happened, I was shocked and saddened. The second time angry at myself remorseful for mowing the fields I called home and thought of as my private park. I made adjustments. I walked the field with my dog before I mowed, chasing the gopher snakes ahead of me to their dens. These slow moving, diurnal creatures usually sunned themselves in my field, readying themselves for active nights hunting lizards and rodents. Their prey is suffocated by the constriction of loops of their chocolate spotted body, and then they dine, shyly, maybe a little remorseful about what they've done.
It's okay to pray; Do so everyday. Believe in what you say, And your life will be changed.
Wordless and pitiful, this fool can't deny The emptiness hollowed out deep in my mind Nothing will redeem these broken thoughts And nothingness is all I have, I'm so damn lost I can't remember how to sleep anymore I can not recall the taste of oxygen or law Only the blood that was spilled from my mouth As I choked upon the words that threw me down How am I still living without my heart? How is it that I can stand when I fell apart? Truth is that I am gone, deep in the dirt A place where I can not think; where I'm safe from hurt I can't recall a way to speak anything That does not remind me of every single thing The dry blood across my skin will not be washed away And whatever else I try to hide has stained all I say Collapsing into a mess upon the kitchen floor Fearing to even walk out of my bedroom door The sun burns away every place I can cry And the moon delivers another thousand lies How can I ever hope to breathe and sleep again When every single breath I take turns dreams into pain? The stains of blood are punishment for all that I said And nothingness has carved your face deep within my head Wordless and pitiful, the things I will write The deepening eternity of every lonely night The broken thoughts accompany a song that always plays I've lost you forever, but this music will remain
There was something in her eyes That said to me That what she was listening to Couldn't be heard And the words being spoken Couldn't be said There was something in the way She held her head That said to me She really wasn't where She appeared to be So I quietly whispered Would you care to take a walk She didn't question why Just quickly answered yes Held out her hand to take And I never said a thing We walked through the night Just listening to the stars We felt the warmth of passion Against the chill of night And never spoke a word For eyes, arms and lips Say so much more When the sun broke upon the day The grass told where we lay As time and years went by I saw her eyes again They were so much younger As they reflected back my smile There was nothing much to say In the way she held her head I just remembered how in the sun The grass showed where we lay
I wear the crown of hatred misunderstanding and despair upon my hair upon my back a wooden cross I bare I know not why I'm hated so all the people seemed to love me just a week ago my skin is cut from head to toe from whips of leather by men who wish to see me die I spoke the truth for all the people to understand my words of truth where words to set man free from degradation hate and hell to live in harmony for the rest of history I cured the sick and healed the blind with the touch of my own hand I've walked on water and walked on sand to preach and bring my truth through out the land people came from all around and would sit for hours upon the ground I once had twelve good men who followed me around now there's only eleven one man let me down my words have been mistaken my God he has forsaken for that my life they're taken I believe that I have failed as my hands and feet are nailed upon this wooden cross as they raise me in the air all their sins I know I must bare I want to scream not fair not fair I'm just a young man I only wanted to teach there are so many more people that I wanted to reach my age is only thirty three I pray my God that they the people will remember me written by Dennis H. Davis This poem was written from the human aspect of Jesus Christ. I wrote this poem with no effort what so ever it was as though it was being told to me. I watched my hand move across the page with a purpose a message I believe Jesus wanted this poem written.
Hypnotic trances veiled with incomprehensible metaphors, epiphanies flooding like colossal waves swallowing the shores, drowning in visions of pestilence with bodies devoured by soars, decaying remains of humanity covering the floors, The DreamCatcher reflecting images of apocalyptic wars, projecting the inevitability that everybody just ignores, let me show you what it's truly like to open up spiritual doors.
A Chance Meeting A mischievous smile And daring eyes We met in the prime Of our intricate lives A gentle, touching caress Inflamed our needs and desires A complex, intrepid dance Our hearts devised Both afraid to surrender our hearts Tripping on our past endeavors We dared to love without restraint Only to be caught in our own constraints And so, we parted that night With a hollow promise of future delight Both living our lives apart As we have, lonely, from the start Regretting nothing for taking a chance Our lives & souls truly enhanced. rlm 08/21/08
At the top of this mountain My heart pounding Aware of all i possess Once upon a time in vacancy land, I close this book, It's last words read, The power, I watch as the waves spread Layering over the crowd Suffocating us all within unity The ground shakes As i lye here Ants colonizing over the surface of my flesh Dependent opon the vibrations of my skin Sand sinking further in my back Golden braids blend with the light The grass reveals orange Illuminiscent beauty, A land once vacant, Now taken over by the power of sound The waves descend, Ascending farther past this plain Clouds breathing Whispering echoes heard from this surface Over and over, Once again, We are counting on this feel We are losing the hours into the night The full moon beams patterns Never seen before, Only to be cherished for this night This moment in reality, A body of vibrations With ties so loosely, Woven in and out of structures Between the buried and me, We remain threads of certainty, In this moment, Dependent on one another, Through the body of the greater The body of the ocean, Counting on us to voice peaceful serenity To accomodate the loss some of us have never found I watch as stars fall on my face Burning my mind, for all that i once knew before Rising to greet the occassion, The waves pick me up and guide me through the music
The little penguins march along the ice Battling against them The might of the long winter's crisis The small ones under their mother's bellies they crawl Into a world of cold, their eyes opened Marching weeks and months Just to find Some miracle rough food The mothers and children stay The fathers leave Walking and marching for miles And in between The Crisis changes into the worse Where the large bird descends Toward the small penguins The ones who have mothers Run to them While other shield themselves By squeezing tightly together As the merciless bird strikes Some mange to run While finally one is caught In the ugly beast's claws And eventually gets eaten cruelly… And when the dads come Some find their sons While others Just endure another crisis similar And for some The dad recognizes his son By his or her song And beautifully they unite again The father, mother, son Stand Together, proud and remarking How beautiful their son is And patiently the season changes Summer comes, the ice melts In the water they splash and swim Day by day All of the small penguins Grow up Their parents leaving them to a path of their own They march again How significant and enduring I can't describe how A penguin really suffers…
Sociopathic Love Don't worry before He's done with you; He'll ravage you Not just physically but through his words both twisted and firm If you could only accept that he decides when the game ends; You'd realize an escape is just as much of an illusion as the man you think you know Nothing can save you from this game The lies will roll off his chameleon tongue as he reflects everything you've shown him He'll pour metaphors filled with an elusive pitch; deep inside the intimate spaces that fill your head He'll patiently watch your every move As you squirm with denial and try to claw your way past the anger Just as you desperately try bargaining for release He'll watch you drowned in hopelessness, lost without the reflection you saw in him It's a game you won't even realize you've been playing until he decides it's over He'll know every piece of you by then Especially the pieces he easily replaced well you were mesmerized in your own reflection He'll move on to his next prey soon and only then will you'll start to awaken He thinks you'll never find all the pieces he planted; you'll never be whole without him As his eyes trace the contours of your acceptance He'll know at the precise moment he's broken you As he watches your will bend pliantly to his Making you just another possession he never really wanted Then he'll finally release you out of boredom Leaving you lost without the mirror you helped him create Wondering why the piece's you're picking up won't fit back together the way they once did It's then you'll realize that he never knew how to love He's found his pleasure in the games he plays Pleasure that calms the jealousy he holds against the emotions that he's unable to feel Allowing him to walk away without remorse; leaving his victim in their darkest moment He's become bored with the people that surround him and confused by his own existence To him love is only a game used to occupy time Whenever he decides the time is right it's simple Game Over
Groom in genes - bacteria of love - not in heart
Oh yes! I am bringing to you my sweetest "Season's Greetings"! We're all for one and one for all we have our gradual meetings! In just one single season; I can change my very significance, Into my natural underlining supernatural spiritual being, I am inducted into a higher level of a thorough healing. Autumn decorates Mother Earth's leaves with painted colors of a much clever design. Winter sheds its leaves harvesting bared naked trees perfected by one purely divine. Spring brings many blessings by bundles pleasing my senses delicately I'm breathing. Summer sparkles in midnight's mystical air soothing my torturous day stained in sweat. Balanced by my four winds in heaven into brilliant glory, Each day you and I personally have pleasured and met! "Season's Greetings"! Great Goodness! I 'm believing in exactly what it is I'm seeing and feeling! "Season's Greetings"! Goodness Gracious! I'm feeling Mother Earth moving a healing inside of my own natural being! A Sun so bright, glaring shiny throughout the endless midnight skies spreading wide out. A Moon so light, beams flow through down into depths of seas netting webs on a mount. Skies so high my breath loses sight in the glare of golden visions all at once I forebear. Shallow rivers and high Mountains sounding to winds of decrees summoned by degree! Valleys and fields rain top rocks of thunderous clouds striking down at the perfect pair. 'Tis Season's Greeting adjacent to humbling breaths with heirs to a mightier new year!
She She smiled, gently, her warmth infusing me, with a serene stillness of time. She settled, slowly, in my waking thoughts, a soothing balm of simple joy. She remains, scribbled, on the walls of my fractured heart, memories of happiness that once breathed...
The soul looks for solace Where solace can't be found Because solace is false Nothing but a lie But the lover doesn't perceive That love doesn't exist Where passion dares not tread The mind can not fathom That solace is a demon Driven by no master Only human vices But the lover can't concieve That passion ceases Where love is unmade The heart seeks solace Yet always in vain Because solace is as Deceitful as love itself
To the torn page out of Modern day Merlin's book of wizardry, I regret to inform you that you are nothing more than a recipe for tomato soup. You have no enchanted qualities about you, but you tend to brag about where you come from more times than you realize. Dear torn page, haven't you noticed that the he only wondered on your whereabouts when his life was turning quite pale in color, and rugged in shape? Your words of zest, and your smooth direction brought vibrancy into his blue octagonal soul. Probably like how an octopus would feel escaping from a cloud of his own ink. He could breathe again. But you're lost now, and he doesn't care much. You wonder why you were written in the first place if you've only felt what magic you can make once. If there are over 7 billion people in this world, have you ever wondered how many pages in books there might be? Has it ever occurred to you that out of those trillions of pages turned, over half haven't been read at all? Has it ever occurred to you that books have been transformed into toys? Children in schools use you until they grow up and buy iPhones and laptops, and you're left on sitting sideways on some rotting wooden shelf that has nothing more to talk about than how bad of a shape he's in. Has it ever occurred to you that there are mysteries, histories, nursery rhymes, and adventures that have been overlooked because of the simple fact that humans have given up on the great things? Actually, it would seem that giving up is the only thing their willing to give. Your black blood on a papyrus shell just doesn't flow in the mind like it used to. You reminisce on the time when you were the only one that cast a spell on him, and you gave him life again. Now the wizard is off signing autographs and performing shows at Rockefeller Center every first Friday of the month. He uses only spells so basic that he doesn't have to read the step by step instructions anymore. To be honest, the book isn't even used as frequently. I think I even saw a family of dust specks rent a home on page thirty-three last week. But has it slipped your mind, humble recipe? Have you forgotten already of the position you're in? You are a torn page now. So float on by. Let the wind keep you steady.
It comes almost as quickly as it goes. But I know that if you feed it, it grows. It is a brilliant spark. A flash of light in the dark. Nothing that I can see, touch, or hear. Perhaps it has always been there. Waiting to be brought into the light. Waiting for wings to take flight... Ready and ripe, to be cultivated. Just willing to be motivated. There waiting for me to breathe the life into it. Prepared and ready inside of my own intuit. Calling it to life, setting it into motion. Created from a spark of my emotion. Molded by my own creation. Brought to life out of my imagination. Blossoming is the seed I have sown, Now it takes on a life of its own, And it burns with light from my fire, To go forth into the wide world and inspire. Sarah Comstock 12/12/10
Sparks fly in the air Lights glow in the dark I am gripped by fear As my worst nightmare attacks It's shriek pierces my soul It's roar tests my bravery This battle has left my control And no one is here to save me The air gets colder The light gives out The darkness gets bolder And I'm filled with doubt I'm standing on a bridge, hewn from stone It lies between the world and my mind Now as it approaches, I'm all alone But this demon of mine must stay confined It must never escape from inside me For the world cannot withstand it And even though I may no longer be I will do all I can to hinder it I summon the courage I used to lack And stand there dumbfounded It's eyes glow a fiery glow It's wings are made of fire It's sinister smirk scares me so And I know it's one desire Huge and menacing, it comes before me I must now perform my appointed task 'Ancient and evil you may be, But you shall not pass.'
Spring's gone, Summer days, Autumns hues of crimson and gold, will soon replace. Silently, I gaze from secret place Consumed by memories Of happiness shared of you and me, Snowy days spent by the fire Entangled souls seemingly We beat the odds with evenness Blissfully… In this present moment, a longing touch rises within Where giddy hearts still afire Passionately so… In an instant, It begins to rain within, I sigh, you sigh -- We Breathe…
I love the night from dusk 'til dawn, It's the only time to carry on with thoughts and dreams still unachieved, my whole life plan at night conceived. No light's distractions, no buzz of sound, my conscious clears while ideas abound. Sleep does not come for me with ease, Time hypnotic is knowledge less seized. What is it that makes me insightful those hours? Is a great truth revealed by some higher power? I think fate is set when the mind is most clear of petty thoughts which by night disappear. But as the hours count down to day's early light, some find it ironic to be enlightened at night. Yet I find strength to arise and start the dead day, knowing that night is not far away!
The pounding reins Of yesterday's tears Lead me down The dreary road of today The joy I once found Gazing into your eyes Is hobbled by distance And my faltering gait Unbridled rides at dawn A beautiful, insipid memory Breakneck sprints in the dark An aching need in the final stretch The rhythmic rhyme Of our ride in time We won the race But lost our place Your crop too willing My flanks too tender Your mount is running, Full out, yet you ask for more (unfinished) rlm '11
I wanna be the dog, I don't bark I just bite, I am the sin of delight, I am the loser that fights. I wanna be the bird, flying over the dead, dropping crap like raindrops pouring down on your head. I wanna be the bee, the bee that stings, I am the smallest of parts, I am the whole of all things. I wanna be the bird, I wanna be the bird, I wanna be the bird, I wanna be the bird. I wanna be the dirt, the filth of the earth, the leaves of grass, let me know what I'm worth. I wanna be the stench, of the rotting flesh, I am annointed, I'm chosen, I shall bless and possess. I wanna be the rule, you would die to abide, I am the the dark, the impulse, the places you hide. I wanna be the present, that lives in the past, I am living to learn, I am living to fast. I wanna be.
Has the Glory of God Left the Church? Before the next church service gets started… Should it read, on the door; "God's glory has departed? " Many come to worship and don't even know. That's God's glory left such a long time ago. Many build their Sunday experience on "past traditions." Built on man-made rules and "false expectations." They don't want to hear the gospel of holiness! "It may offend." Their pastor no long preaches on what the Bible says is sin. Some have been going to church for many years. Still looking for teachers with "itching ears." Is the true presence of God is no longer there? It's no longer found in their worship or prayer. God's judgment shall begin at this very place. It hasn't happened yet, because of his unfailing grace. If God's presence has been left from your life as well, Remember his love for you will, never fail. Seek his awesome presence each day you live! He gave his son for you! What more could he give? Won't you see his glory this very hour? And be renewed by his word and life-changing power! By Jim Pemberton
Determite, eduatated, warning, self explanitory... im a whole, which is my goal, oh i make my own decisions hope, encourgement, love, self esteem, is one's wish im like a blish,so full of wonder. im a whole, which no one know , cause they never take the time to see whats really going on, im determite, to be nobody else but me, {"laugh"} hopeful,full of dreams, relaxing, and focusing on me. i make my own decisions determite to stay free, hope, encourgement, love, all one's dream, Passion, is all one's thirst. Kind, gental loving,peaceful, im all, Passion, desire, is our human nature. As a sit there waiting for a rush, shhhh,like the wind, ima whss away, I'am not fire, you see, im Simone, a person's desire.
JEALOUSY a haiku bitter thoughts passion coffee grounds sediment
It Cost Something To Follow Christ! When Christ chose to die for us on the cross. He knew what it meant. He knew what it cost. When I chose to give my life 100% to him. I knew that a new journey was about to begin. It cost something to follow Jesus. It really does! It begins to happen when we give him our love! It cost giving up a life that I was living before! It meant giving up many "pleasures" and much more! It cost some of my friends, and many bad habits! A new life in Christ... I want to have it! Whatever it may have cost… I count all I've gained! I've discovered the beauty there is in Jesus' name! I've found a new way of living that I never had. I'm rejoicing in knowing Christ! I am so glad! The tempter often comes and reminds me of my past. I remind him that I have a life in Jesus that will always last! I'm not perfect. I still have a long way to go! But I have a peace and satisfaction within my soul! I'm grateful to Christ. Words cannot fully express. With him in my life. I am so blessed! Whatever I lost. Whatever the cost. I count it all joy! The principles of God's word is what I seek to employ! God is my shining light and is always around me! I am so glad I know him and that he found me! By Jim Pemberton
I guess you could call me a silly guy For humor is how I get through the day. I love telling stories, writing poetry, and romance Each in its own separate way. I could be called a "Hopeless Romantic" As I have always been sentimental inside. I learned that feeling growing up Watching my parents, and their worlds collide. I knew my Dad better than anyone...I think He and I worked together for some time you see. And when he died at an early age Everyone seemed to be in tears but me. Of the six kids in our family growing up I had a brother named Ron that I was closest to. He had a sense of humor and devotion to his family And he would always find strange things for us to do. We loved driving around in his old MG When it worked it could do no wrong. He took me for rides I'll never forget To teach me his favorite Irish drinking songs. His death really put me on the writer's path As I eulogized him with "Remembering Ron". But afterward I could not stop the words from coming out As if a spigot had deliberately been turned on. So I have written poetry, stories, and a few songs too I'd like to publish something some day. Getting to read and write here on the Soup Pehrhaps, I will finally find the way. I believe in the goodness of man's inner soul And that God intended for us to be happy here. The love of Wife, Child, and Family Just make me want to stand and cheer! I'd like to see us not have wars Or even have cross words with others we meet. Sometimes I plead my case in the words that I write And sometimes, the proverbial "Dead Horse" do I beat. I look at history as a great learning tool For I've studied Antropology in college you see. And all the past comes into the present time At least, it does for me. So I will write works about historical things As much as I write about family, love, emotions, and silliness too. Just so others can get some insight into me And perhaps their own lives as they should do. I don't know who will read my work Or if they benefit at all from the things I say. I only know that this passion to write Is one that is here to stay. Some people think I'm kind of grumpy I guess that is also true. But the words I write fill that void inside me This is but one more poem...for you.
Fit of Rage… Can't control your conviction Over the exact order of things Won't second guess your emotion To sacrifice your needs But then the line is strayed Your uncharted course Time after time you scream out In a fit of rage… Oh, Oh, Oh, in a fit of rage… It all seems so simple To see things the right way If we're open to compromise And mean the things we say And it seems ridiculous That certain things must happen I've had it up to here and I'll scream out In a fit of rage… Oh, Oh, Oh, in a fit of rage… …I try to talk myself into believing how things have to be Attain the unattainable, constantly achieve Pushing to be as one, unlike any other… I've got to scream out, in a fit of rage My eyes are deceiving me, a blind man in a cave Feeling for an answer, eternal freedom for a slave Years, I said years of sacrifice and self-inflicted pain Now, before my eyes a lifetime It is my hope all was not in vain… Still time and again I'll scream out In a fit of rage…
Illegitimi non carborundum ;-) ...Staggering, my vision cloudy, I fall to the hard ground. when life's sharp left-jab leaves my face bloody, and all that surrounds me, is the desolation of loss I feel all around. I see myself slipping, down the abyss to where nothingness exists, still, I cling on, groping for a foothold, for my will to stay persists. I clamber up, I stand my ground, though battered and bruised I may be, my curtain is not falling yet, I have some fight still left in me. It is then, in the pit of despair, when all seems bleak and painful and dull, I summon the strength from deep within, I rise, slowly, to face the day, I refuse to sink, to wallow, to surrender, to throw in the towel, to drown, for I am stronger now, indeed I am, after all the years, and all the battles, I stand, bruised and bloody, still, I stand, I refuse, to sink, to drown, for they can try, to punish me some more, but I shall not allow them to grind me down… ;-)
I steal, what I feel, make no mistake – I charm, without alarm, to covet what I take. I hide what's inside, to abide what's at stake. I lie, and will deny, any wrongdoings I make. You use and abuse your way through this life. You cheat and defeat those plagued with strife. You fail, and impale, those closest to your heart. You wallow in the shallow, shredding ties apart. We fret over the net, which safety has vanished. We wail at the stale courtship now banished. We hurt as we flirt our disaster, daily we plummet. We trek through the wreck reaching death's summit. They say we're astray, and our minds are broken. They wonder, why blunder, a mirage of unspoken. They chatter about clatter, with prejudice abound. They sneer and they leer, that together we astound. I'll take the bane, and disdain and try to explain. I'll take the lies, masked in disguise and abstain. I'll take the tears, through the years and constrain. For I made my bed, built of crimson nails and black lead, and forever in my heart will you remain.
Alone climbed this hill, Watching so still. I overcame fears, Of all I held of yesteryears….. But up on this height, A majestic sight…….. Cloud flooded skies, A deep breath within me dries…. Tranquility!!! I feel you near, Oh I could sail in the winds without fear. My brown eyes held the stars to light, Soaked in the reflections that rose with pristine delight. Stillness of the moments I distinctly hear, Drained from within me is life's fear... Stillness my vacant eyes munificently dart around to feel, Blueness is sliding into night's lap, an obtuse glow alights its appeal. Calm waters come engulf my scorching mind, Pour yourself in through my eyes, quench burning embers that you find. Tranquility drench your serenity into me, Happiness flake my skin and singe it with peace to be. Now the simmering still waters seem uneasy, No waves lash the shores lying calm and easy. It seems that something has made it soporific, Sounds of relenting roars subdued by fresh snow layered thick……. Never ever the moon above has shined down so brightly, I welcome its soothing light within me forthrightly. No rushing water turning to foam, Retreats then comes again from the mountainous whispering domes…… Oh Moon, Entwine your auric wings of joys around my heart, Ooze from it pink flames, so darkness depart. Edify myself with joys of life Darkness gone, light piercing through like a sharp prudish knife. Welcome to my body all joys and peace, Let it override the ebbing forlorn to currents dwindle and decrease. Alone, I now sit, in quietude drenched, Content in myself and with no feelings wrenched. Gratified….soothened…satisfied…pleased, Relaxed…happy….at ease and contented……eased.
No One can Deny my Overwhelming love and Uncontrollable desire for you. Being in your arms and feeling your Touch Is Nothing but completely Miraculous! You have Made my Inner thoughts of true happiness feel so Natural that I know it's my Destiny to share my love and life with you.
I've got a persistent vision in my brain A picture stuck there that gives me pain A rain of misery pouring from my eyes A flood of words choked in my throat. This vision is killing me a little, everyday Twisting my senses, taking my reason away And it's the ghost of you.
Jesus Says; "Less t.v. And More Of Me!" I remember as a kid, having our first color t.v. Our family didn't have to worry about what we'd see. Respect and honor for another was often displayed. Happy and healthy homes were often portrayed. It seemed to mean something to have morals. People didn't seem to worship the immoral. As I got older… Things seemed to get "out of hand." By the garbage being shown . all over this land. That which once respected as good and o.k. Began to disappear, into an "immoral decay." I pray for my family and children's lives. They won't be soaked with the sin and lies! I want to watch that which promote spiritual health. To cherish things of God, for his heavenly wealth! I refuse to let wickedness be an example, of how I should live. I'm going to think about the good things Christ has to give! Rather than spending so much time watching an idol. I'm going to pray and spend time reading the Bible! As I'm older, I want my eyes to focus more on the cross! The less time I watch t.v. is really not a big loss! The most important thing that I can do… Is to try to live the way Christ wants me to! To live is Christ. To sacrifice is to gain. Nothing compares to the beauty of HIS name! Help me Jesus to keep my eyes focused on you alone! I seek your blessing over my life and home! By Jim Pemberton
It's a lonely, truthful journey finding your voice, with which to sing, even worse, then there's the journey for your song; but, we all sing from our essence to share the truths each heart may bring, so sing out loud, sing out clear, and sing out strong. After a while, you may meet someone who may fancy the same "life tune", but, their performance of the song does not ring, true: I can't emphasize enough, my friend that we all live the songs we choose, and that the melodies, and lyrics always falls on you. That's why I sing the Blues these days, and feel as lonely as the moon, there's a certain honesty in reminding folks of pain; and how next time it might be avoided by adding "blue-notes" to the tune, to draw attention, so it can't happen to us again. Now, the other side of those "blue-notes is a more joyful, hopeful tune, to remind us that our hearts aren't always wrong; it's merely "par for the course", to sing of both sweet love, and pain... ..but, that's the blues.....and that's the, Journey of Your Song.
Still In Love With My Wife... My son came to me with a question on his mind. I said; "Not now son— I just don't have the time." He said, "Daddy—are you still in love with Mommy?" "Do you love her like you did when I was in her tummy?" My eyes choked with tears; "Yes son I really do!" "I'm in love with her... and I appreciate you." "Daddy—will you always love me like you do mom?" "Yes my son—my love for you will always belong." I looked down and much to my surprise. There were tears running down my son's eyes. He came running to me with arms wide open. "Thank you daddy" were his words spoken. I picked him up and gave him a great big hug. As I let him down, on my shirt I felt a tug. His little arm reached up to grab my hand. I knew that what I said, he began to understand. I love his mom so much—my wonderful wife. She's been such a blessing- a great part of my life! By Jim Pemberton
God Gave Us Our Sexuality… God gave us our sexuality and told us how to use it. But many have ignored him, and have "abused it." Through his word, he's given us his "set of rules." So many have refused it, and have become "fools." The fool has purposed in his heart God does not exist. Yet his beautiful handiwork is all around their midst. Many have chosen to turn his truth into a lie. And often, they burn in lust till the day they die. Many have offered their bodies for ungodly things. Not caring the consequences this really brings! Many are involved with perversion of various kinds. Having a warped sense of morality in very confused minds So many aren't happy with the way they're created. Their own sexual identity is often debated. You were wonderfully designed and beautifully made. Please don't end up as sin's "sexual slave!" God made you special… And has a perfect will! Your every need… His love can fulfill! Don't settle for what may be "your innocence lost" Think about the work Christ did on the cross! God can help you to resist the man "sexual temptations." And can bring to your life his peace and true satisfaction. You don't have to live like you did before! God can restore your life and do so much MORE1 By Jim Pemberton
It seems the path Iam on is changing everyday the road uncertain just an endless shapeless gray some would say it would all be clearer if I took up there religion even with the doubt Iam not scared enough for that decision I see the faith you placed in one of the many saviors I lame excuse for the centuries of mad behavior Iam sure your prophets where the very best of man but your church and bibles where never in the plan so every race has a version of there own stories stolen from the gods of the past spoken out like it was always known not one of these faiths is open and understanding they keep others down and your soul churches are demanding then you history holds no science no enlightenment dogmatic foolishness written before free government and every soul that is afraid to die or to ashamed to live if you stop thinking then heaven is what they give even now the human mind is found wanting but reality is intelligence is hard work and life is daunting if only the concept of good will and love we understood without some sign from above if you need the ancient fiction to ease your pain I respect you and to all other men you should do the same your saviors were righteous there's know doubt in there time they worship but no church was there twist whets its about there have been many Christ's since the beginning of man the Mayans and Muslim have had tales since they ruled by the roman dry king ghandi and many more sacrifice there life so others could be free in my mind that's what Jesus is what he is supposed to be even know there some man of great worth he has no money no powerful church he's giving of himself and and loving the lost I dare you to search and see the truth were in this together and this is paradise we are the only keepers of our fate we must realize I can no longer people pay to pray and talk down to others who dont believe what you say but Christ himself did not hang with the saved he knew the hopeless so he could see them ok but times have changed were not ruled by religious empires mad with slavery we fought for those rights not with one mans good with collective human bravery a new age is upon us and the true test is coming not one of prophecy the makers of worlds the stars the cycle of suns chaos of the galaxy I hope soon we see are only time is now there is no second chance are race needs to come together and make a united stance if faith keeps us apart do we even have the heart
With the best of intentions and a heart of grace… Christ died on a cross! He took our place! With the best of heaven close by his side… Christ opened the door to heaven ever so wide! With the best love that anyone could bring… He took away our sin and "erased" everything! With the best that his father could bring from above. It was his gifts of mercy, grace and love! With the "best" man could offer, he would still "fall short." God brought the gift of salvation, down into our "court." With hearts filled with wickedness and so much sin… Through Christ' shed blood... We can be made "born again!" With each day we have... Christ is always here! His commitment to us is everlasting and secure! With every moment of the day we have before us… May we spend time with God… He's always with us! With what God has given to you…. Won't you come to him? Through his son Jesus, your heavenly journey begins! "I LOVE YOU!" Are the words God has written! This can be the day your changed and forgiven! By Jim Pemberton
WATCHING MY LOVER SLEEP On downy pillow your head lies You toss a bit and then relax And when you wake you'll fight surprise Dreams of youth will not turn to facts I'm awake and anguish burns me On downy pillow your head lies Reach for you and passion reigns free These sleepless nights my sacrifice In your wild dreams tormented cries Strangers haunt you at every turn On downy pillow your head lies Some lessons you will never learn Oh, my darling, heart's glorious glow Each morning you put on disguise I kiss you lightly head to toe On downy pillow your head lies
After dark I feel The need to be awake In the forbidden world The world that shows Me my mirror Of hope, despair, glory A true story After dark civilization goes to bed Primitiveness reigns away The ugly looks beautiful And all are in unison Riches and rags Virgin to whore We all go through The same door After dark the sun retires The moon prevails With a thousand blind eyes One sees it all One hears it all Tomorrow? Denial After dark sounds sound Sounder Louder Sharper The dark darkness Brighter After dark emptiness befriends Intoxicating booze Lighter spirit Gently infused Bottled up emotions The bottle helps … To confess
It is the eyes that give someone away. The eyes see and by them we are seen, they express, convey, show and betray the deepest parts of our inner hearts, mind, and soul. The eyes that show the creature for what it truly is: the glazed look in the eyes of the big cat that once knew the thrill of the hunt, the thousand yard stare of the soldier that looks straight through you, the pure and innocent light in the eyes of a small child in awe of all that Christmas morning brings, the elation upon first sight of a loved one again after a long time apart, the hate and malevolent look in the eyes of those filled with violence seeking destruction. When eyes are colder than the Arctic tundra ice and snow, it chills to the depths of the soul, in a moment the same eyes will change hotter than the sun with passion and love. This seems fitting that the eyes cannot be repaired once sight is lost there is no going back. You may be careful with what you say, but your eyes cannot lie.
SEA TO SHINNING SEA, ...this is so intimate of time, as a first kiss of time is...so close of soul, so near, so dear of heart beat, so precious a rhyme that flows so intimately, deep of time, down by the Crystal Seas... ...this is so intimate of dreams, dreaming reality, as the Crystal Sea so reveals of destinies galore, sparkles, destined as the night light of the moon-glows of starry eyes, upon the waters, ...gazing ...seeing tranquility upon the waves... watching to the depth of a dream, and a sun-rise being so true... for underneath and within this a moon-lit poem of starry night eyes, down by the Crystal Seas, a vessel sets sail upon the deep...into a kiss of dawn... Sea to shinning Sea. mb(2011)
America is being destroyed from perversion within. As it's people indulge in wickeness and sin. The moral fabric that our country once held so dear. Is now beginning to dissappear. Many judges seek to remove God from our land. Traditional marriage... many don't understand. From the neighbor's house to the college dorms, Perversion is legal in so many forms. Our money reads: "in God we trust." Many are addicted to perversion and lust. Nothing of God seems to be sacred anymore. While his judgement draws close to our nation's door. This so called "freedom" that many have "enjoyed," Is causing our great country to be destroyed. America must heed the Savior's call, Only God can give true freedom to all. HIS word is our country's true foundation. Without him in our lives... we're doomed as a nation! By Jim Pemberton
you were there and so was i you in youre world and me in mine yet somehow we werent there at all and our worlds were just to small together we would unite leaving our old worlds behind creating a new worlds together one that we would share forever and ever now here we are as we have and always will be in a world that we created for only you and me no longer in our own worlds but in our dream world
Ready Reckoning Water evaporates to........... At the witness box
The whistling wire held the scene, headlong in wisdom and ulterior motives, glistening midst the mid morning dew. A pariah was needed, a messianic fraud, a masochistic minister draped solemnly in monastic garbs, eloquent in verse and fluent in scripture. The candidates were few in number, but fastidious in hope, eagerly chaining themselves to the Byzantine pillars of top down tenacity, passively quoting the quintessential paradigms, a multitude of woe. The secretarial promise was soon fulfilled, placidly preserved. The malamide drenched doyens of crystalline faith drew blood from the stone, usurping the misogynistic hierarchy of erstwhile fatherhood, trampled underfoot. "Leave time as it is… without redemption or hope." The carnival of carnality led an abattoir in bloom, methodically maligning the mythic gesture of choral pragmatism, an existential orifice pervading ingrate lust. Adjacently exposed, the ballpoint corridors of evangelical awareness lay silently intact. Tracing the tactless tracts of faecal vocalism and liberalistic aesthetics, slithering amidst loquacious prose. Seething under the rhythmic theocracy of solicited denial, ironically implied. "Ink stains, smudged with disillusionment, partitioned the periphery of each and every lucid statement. Fleetingly reserved and intrinsically denounced. Drowning amongst the quill tipped cartilage of unanimous appraisal."
Whenever I pass by the mirror I wish they could see beyond the Chemical reactions of optical Illusions, reversing all images Back and forwards Mazes through technical spins Behind the Sharp Turns There is something unexpected Out of corners of corneas Pupils dilating after an intellectual Rollercoaster thrown through time Sideways turns and flipping into A distortion of who I really am I'm beautiful I'm beautiful With a battle worn scowl Mean-muggin' my way through crowds You don't know me Scars are erased off my face Closing off the portals to the bigger wounds Inside, excess emotional propellers Still still still pumpin pumpin broken hearts with each revolution Bleeding onto memories scented With disaster and ill managed luck My soul is messy baby i'll mess you up Pen stained soul and fire element essence fades on with Each flip of the switch Each turn of the hand Each and everytime You find out the Devil can Slow Dance I'm such a bad girl Breathing air of sulfur and grief Inside lungs who repent Having met me I'm sorry I'm sorry! For igniting that burning sensation That you cannot seem to kiss away Once the caress of reason slides from my fingertips Onto your back and such smoldering whispers echoes through ears The mirror breaks
Those silent tears ran down again So sure was I that they had dried And the hollow feeling they had left Matches no other but the one of death So, close the casket or set the fire Let me not live another while nurturing solitude with endless hope embracing ghosts of fake smiles Be this mind put at a final rest All the sorrow ending at last No struggle left to be done Never another silent tear to run.
Who are we if not pieces of the same whole? We play with pain as if we knew it were a game. Thoughts define our emotions define our behavior defines our reactions define our personality. What is passion, but the acceptance of a collective idea, pursued with intense belief. All that is, was, and ever will be must weather the storm of random attrition to carry some sort of legacy with the human race. We must embrace evolution or we shall stop.
Dear poet, today I read them a poem, its symbollism I depicted with no mean gestures its rhymes I mimicked masterfully and in light tone of its satire I spoke. Today dear poet, of their imaginations I begged, to walk down the lines of your well crafted poem and rest under the cool shades of timely pauses. See dear poet, I beckoned them, To play in the lushy lawns of your imagination and ponder deeply of the mood set in your lines. So I invited them dear poet, to feast of your nectared thoughts and weep of your words gall. And then I waited............
I'm fine! Really, I am. My eyes may give way To emotions, but I've found That hiding them is okay. No one wants to live with Their heart on their sleeve. That'd be just fine if People didn't care or need. As it is, no one can Survive. Not alone that is. Clinging to one another and Crying together like kids. I want to surpass that, I want to be able on my own. In many ways like a cat, I would do more alone. Sometimes, when I think this Loneliness pushes it's way in And it gets so hard to resist That noxious butterfly's sin. Sure, I care for others And want those feelings in return. People are like wet covers Weighing you down to get burned. My feelings, I want to cut them. To tear them down and rip them out. But once it's dance has begun The butterfly will win, no doubt. No more! Leave me be I say. You imploring noxious butterfly! Feelings, I will not hear of them today There are no rules that life goes by. But within me the dance continues, Those horrid things I want to forget. Some sort of personal revenue My noxious butterfly, my feelings, kept. ~Reecie
The sun, Sol, has risen and fallen. His time has come and gone. A new player enters the field. It is Luna's turn to dance across the black velvet sky. Stars twinkle into view, creating a glistening array of sequins. The Mockingbird sings his last song as the Nightengale takes his place. She sings of Love and Wisdom, traits of Luna. The crickets chirp, the fireflies dance across the dew-sparkled lawn, and the Nightengale sings.
I lie here looking at the ceiling, Then I look to your word, It didn't have much meaning, Trusting you is almost absurd You left me broken promises I know I'm better off No more kisses I need to write you off I'm a creature of habit I know I'm not that tough I have no heart to be compassionate You stole it, left it in the rough I'm Forgetting how your voice sounds It truly makes me sad yet still want you around I still know what we had Why'd did you ever leave? Why couldn't we have been enough for you? Now you wallow in sorrow and tell me how you grieve love isn't for the weak I give the devil his due Now you suffer twisting, contorted pain the worst mistake of your life takes me back to lovers lane You really messed up and I'm to alleviate you of your strife? You think you deserve it? …. ….. …... ….... …..I do.
What Is It That You're Looking For? What is it in life… That you're looking for? You have a purpose in life. And so much more! The goals and ambitions you face… There are many! But deep down inside you may be feeling "empty." If it's pleasure and success you wish to obtain... You'll find what you need in Jesus' name! Everything you'll ever need, you can find in him! Through his resurrection, a new life begins! Won't you accept his grace and mercy divine? He's very patient, forgiving and kind! He provides for your needs! So don't forget… His love has never let go of YOU yet! By Jim Pemberton
Love is... A Heal.thy gift… and it's good for you too ;)
Committing myself to action; I stopped to put all plans away. Determined to author my Life's book pages, I began the business of today. I did away with past and future: Losses made and profits gained; That to lose and this to gain. With the past already accounted for, And future yet to be taken account of; It's a waste for me to keep their books - My business is today
It seems like there's almost been a total immersion… Of so many people engaging in perversion! Many are "sin's slave." And don't know what to do! Be careful! It could happen to me and you! Just turn on the television! And you will find… People with very warped and confused minds! All you have to do is read Romans chapter one. And you'll see the "moral fabric" is being undone! In this passage it makes it so very clear… The wrath of God against evil is very near! The wrath of God is revealed against unrighteousness! He's a God of truth! And demands holiness! No matter how many laws may say it's "o.k." We need to really read what God's word has to say! God is here and he really wants to teach us… No matter our sin… He can always reach us! The wages of sin is death… But God gives life everlasting! A victorious life in Christ… Is yours for the asking! Why not serve the God who created the heavens above? And be filled with his peace, mercy and love??? By Jim Pemberton
I'm caught in the midst of a dream I reside – tumbling lovers tempting romance with pride. Twisting and thrusting, to and fro with hate – stumbling over a beautiful destiny and fate. Creeping and crawling through shards of hope – resisting the tension on a loveless, tight rope. Shuddering in solitude, and mentally numb – oblivious to the breakdown of who I've become. Teasing and taunting, the years of lost time – mocking their innocence with words and rhyme. Insulting their integrity, of wrong over right – disregarding true feelings, absconding the night. Searching the wreckage, down high and up low – for bits of true love and familiar pieces I know. Vexing in torment, and accepting thy defeat – of an unspeakable romantic tale of deceit.
I alone stand vigil over the memories of my past; I alone feel the weight of them, feel what it is to be the man that past has created. I stand, alone, beneath the stars and the moon, contemplating all, as I ever have done; it is only now that I've accepted that's who I am meant to be; the writer, the poet – I stand with the rest of the dreamers. I sit, alone, among the instruments of music, playing on and on throughout my life; music flows into and through my soul, and I am now and will always be, the musician and the bard – I sit with the rest of the drummers. I travel, alone, with the remembrances of love, searching always for that one true other; it is only now that I've accepted that even without one such, I can live; the romantic, the sentimental – I travel with the rest of the passionate. I escape, alone, in the pages of a good story, reading for ever and anon; books speak to me, engage me, entertain me, release me; the storyteller and the listener – I escape with the rest of the readers. I will fight, never alone, next to my brothers and sisters in arms; it is with all of myself that I've accepted my duty, and who I will always be; the soldier, the guardian – I will fight with the rest of the Marines. I dance, run, walk, laugh, alone, in the rain, let loose my being in the deluge; the storm's fury and glory somehow become my own; the drenched, the soaked – I do all of this with the rest of the rain lovers. It is only now that I've accepted that I have become who I was meant to be; who I want myself to be. I alone know what it is to be myself, Andrew James Sprouse, scion of the sea and of the past, of the word and the sword. But I do not alone know what it is to feel alive; to be exactly who you are, who you're meant to be. I do not alone know the truth of pain. None of us stands truly and utterly alone. Every single one of us walks, arm in arm, with those who share your experiences, your beliefs, your thoughts and your lives. But you, alone, know what makes your heart free, what makes your fire ignite and your essence true; you alone know the visage and touch of your soul.
A doe and her mate tempt the fates wind driven snow what a delight... new white blossoms on barren bushes over large hats overhang on hoary old buildings highlighted branches on majestic leafless trees magical silence in the quality of light a blanket of white pulled up to nature's chin perchance to dream a new tomorrow... a new day
young lasse educates mind body soul through mass reading from her small bible study book
Falling on earth, raindrops Resound with nimble noise And moisturizes those crops With its damp aquatic voice. Lightning astounds fiercer Than the flashings of Sun. It scatters hither and thither As if it were a childish fun. The roads mingles wastes And sinks in watery flood. People discard their castes As water unify their blood. Every heart feels something, Moments of joy, expectation, Some hearts hurt by a sting, Some full of intense passion. The River brims with water And it combines with village As if it were part of the river While houses, trees submerge. In some places water wedges With tranquility of damp flow Though murky furrows, sludges Whilst tenor of longings glow. The echoes of raindrops float And load some eyes with tear, Rouse some unconscious heart With a sense of unknown fear. Some think of coming future, Some remember elapsed past, Some identifying with Nature Sense the season as their last.
I have been a sieve bucket Of shiny plastic parts, Containing reasonable sands of logic, time and place- Drastically mixed with the fluidity of natural human race, And oddly and inconveniently, a subspace For an awkwardly large heart. Why has its energy, connective and warm, Imploded my zone of comfort? Its vibrations teemed my walls, exploited my woes Which till now have composed me quite conveniently In perfect shell form? I have molded realities into peaks and castles, Beautiful for a brief moment as life's own art, Yet crumbling too soon into shackles- The sand's plans (though well intentioned) Never seem to properly span across This aforementioned large heart? I have ignored its pulsing cries of recognition, Smashed its value to the depths of nothingness To breach partitions of Universal fate's recipe For flow and season in forced perfection; Yet muddied and worn, wretched and torn, It still giggles and glows- Defying all logical reason. In anguish I have begged, dear heart, for disintegration! Why do you lay idle in seeming nonchalance? Why have you not flooded these holes of my soul And flowed out to which creation compels me? Will Love and light ever overflow my muddy plastic half? I smugly wait and listen in demand of a response! A few beats, a laugh. You shine upon me for a quiet moment, wretchedly glistening. Have I dared to set aside my fear and gain the courage to finally listen? The message you have needed to convey Resonates to me quietly, In recognition of my soul's ambition: "Why don't you merely give me away?" A simple response, I answer in action (in giving to you, my true): For I begin building my fate only from today; Creating with purpose and satisfaction, Eternally anew.
For Mother Teresa to see... the clarity of beauty between the murky folds of life to see... the simple truths of living between the horror and the endless strike to see... the innocent smiles of the children at play while the elder preach hate and division and continue to slay to see... the endless yearning for that simpler better place away from the hollow emptiness of this ostentatious space to see... the open vistas of this pale blue dot the soft reds and fruity greens as this home is all we have got to see... the tears of the dispossessed who have been cruelly cast aside and while we look the other way from their tears we may never hide to see... the endless hunger and despair and killing and greed in the name of God or of ideology or of some or the other creed to see... and to see it all and still stand tall to hold on to the humanity that resides deep within us all may be our only saving grace and though all of this sounds quaint and saccharine sweet I need to remember all that I've said the next time I look into a teary-eyed desolate face to see... that being human is simple if we only look beyond ourselves and see that we are all one, him and her and them and us and you and me...
Just row the boat, Just row the boat, Even if unknown why. Just row the boat, Just row the boat, And man, you'll go high. Just row the boat, Just row the boat Even if your hands give up. Just row the boat, Just row the boat, Even if you've had enough. Just row the boat, Just row the boat, Even if you're stalked by sharks. Just row the boat, Just row the boat, No matter how grotesque bruise marks. If you row the boat, If you row the boat, You may reach luck's open arms. If you row the boat, If you row the boat, No more emptiness in your palms. If you row the boat, If you row the boat, At least, you gained exercise. If you row the boat, If you row the boat, The decision; remarkably wise. If you row the boat, If you row the boat, Mistake; an antonym. If you row the boat, If you row the boat, You may just reach Him
When you offer up your heart and soul and pour yourself into a relationship only to have it spat back into your face and your heart ripped out and trampled under foot right before your own eyes and when you attempt any kind of damage limitation to be laughed at almost hysterically leaving you to hide in a dark corner with the tears streaming down your face feeling every raw nerve being scraped again and again and yet you go on hoping for better optimistically hoping for sunrise when in reality there is only the night and darkness the darkness of her nasty mouth and wicked laugh in it all there is one glimmer of light, the children you made are beautiful and bright and young as they are they can see the truth as you retreat further you feel it stir deep inside it fights back your spirit, that wonderful human thing it' still there unbroken, just a little bent so you escape into your art and pour into it your heart but art has a dark side too and it can bite you opening up the wounds making you raw once again facing the darkness from within your light and so yet again you retreat into the night ...............deeper and DEEPER into Darkness
Decided... Scene 1 (years earlier) Years of indecision Ended in an instant My life in third revision Starting in the present Touching everything I've owned Importing their very essence Of each and every feeling they borne History rearing it's very presents Boxed and placed on an empty truck My very existence held in transit That is when the melancholy struck Walking out this door would be a heroic bit On the other side of town a lady waited Patiently for me and for me to decide That my wild single passions were sated And to face and enjoy life by her side I fired up that truck, my heart, soul and mind Pointed them carefully to the other side of town Arriving at a place, I knew, true love I would find Truly amazed at the acceptance I had found. Act I Part I The Stage of Life I fell in love with the director. Our relationship perfectly scripted in her head... My role dictated, my character regulated all I ever wanted was a forever love... I threw out the script and played my part true... Ad libing my sweet little ass off. The show was a hit! and people cheered... but we were through. . . . Act I... Part II I am now a free agent... See the passion in my eyes? See the sexy style of my soul? Give me a part to play... hand me a script, and I will play it true my way. But, please,please, make it a forever gig. rlm '07 Act I... Part III The Horse Trader The pounding reins Of yesterday's tears Lead me down The dreary road of today The joy I once found Gazing into your eyes Is hobbled by distance And my faultering gait Unbridled rides at dawn a beautiful, insipid memory Breakneck sprints in the dark an aching need in the final strech The rhythmic rhyme of our ride in time We won the race but lost our place Your crop too willing my flanks too tender Your mount is running, full out, yet you ask for more (unfinished) rlm Act I Part IV (final act) Of Tears and Candle Wax My tears fuel the fire deep within my heart The sorrow in my soul Of this life I tire I have known my part This world takes its toll My tears do not come On my cheeks they run And me left a mere a husk of a man Finding their way to my soul leaving nowhere to stand Not finding my role far away from the sun A single candle lights my deep sorrow A single idea... I dread tomorrow As a man...I stand Naked to the pain. rlm
From amidst the raging storm of thoughts a cry shattering the sky… "When wilt thou return from the dew-topped mountains? From those high peaks that rub my imagination through. Where oft doth thou disappear into a fragile trail of foot prints that mystically reappear? from where I hear a heart's lonely cry; from where the frantic cries of the reaper submerge dies. Is it true or is it just I? What hath thou so wonderfully witnessed from a town so tinsel lies? From where such ruthless condemnation forked displayed… From where ever, tell me now, tell me how and tell me why? When thou art gone for what must I still low lie?"
As my job and health failed me... I dreamed to someday put together a book of poetry and this will be the blessing it will begin with... As I sit here weaving my poetry Into the semblance of a book… I find that I must ask Gods' blessing… For the journey, that together we have took. I find I must bow my head in thought… Over this book that together we have wrought As my hands clasp oh so reverently and earnestly over my heart… As I believe his help brought the words together that I sought. And God set the journey that shaped what now before you begins… He helped me find the words that reached through my heart to my pen. I pray the poems will be worthy of what he showed me as my life's art. And upon this book I honestly pray that his blessing he will impart.
Give me the strength to go inside Give me the strength to not run and hide I need to face what is flawed in me I need to know so I can truly see Constantly questioning, faith so easily lost Burdened by apathy, lethargic, a stone collecting moss Life once flowed through my veins But I was lulled into the slumber of a stifling pain The hole I fell into nearly became my tomb But I feel I am bursting out anew, like a baby from the womb However I still feel so fractured, so flawed, so hurt I fight now though, taking a stand, trying to stay alert I take as my inspiration the phoenix, reborn from a fiery death I imagine myself the hero, chasing my dreams with every waking breath Give me the strength to love and to grow Give me the strength to question and to know It hurts and that will not go away Give me the strength to work through it; give me the courage to stay
shivering touching it and I shiver approaching it and i shiver wondering if i should Should I? desperately seeking answer.... Susan ain't no help now I have to know if i should (sigh!) closing is so easy... running even stopping and opening...oh Lord!!! I'd rather hide... The cat's out of the bag...now what?
THE SHIP CAPTAIN'S LOVER (from my grandmother's life--her betrothed lost at sea on a whaling vessel in Norway 1890) by Victoria Anderson-Throop The winds blow free And the winds blow cold There never was a man so bold As the man I loved who went to sea The month he was to marry me Times were hard And times were tough Winds were cold North seas were rough But a whaling man will fight for breath Dare the sea , defy their death He ordered his crew "come follow me Who fears to sail Is cowardly" "No, don't leave me-- Please --I called" He slapped me then He was appalled I had shamed him with my fear I should have handed him his gear And wished him well upon his way Gone on like any other day A woman's place is by the shore Nothing less and nothing more She never begs and never cries Unless her own beloved dies While I waited on the shore Fear seeped out of every pore Days went by And then a week Tears were shed by brave and meek Life was bitter, life was sour A bell was sounded from the tower For each beloved man Now lost-- What a bitter Deadly cost. And , for me, My life's in tatters. Men don't know the thing that matters-- I wish I had my man so sweet Not my world Thrown at my feet. Oh darlin' babe now in my arms Don't fall victim to wild charms When the sea calls in your head Stay at home-- die in your bed
Every outside element Each one holds inside Whether fiery hot Or Icy cold snow We must learn to temperate For in this self discovery Our true character will thus show
I love you for being my husband. I thank you for all your love. I thank you for being there, A special person sent from above. I thank God for sending you to me, For giving me a life with you. And our children he entrusted me. Your acceptance, guidance and care, Given so unconditionally. Together with my love and certainty, Give us so much to share. I feel a special bond not there before. It gets stronger every day. Making within me such awesome happiness, My heart longs to soar. I know that I am not always perfectly undoubting. We both have our failures and imperfections. I think, however, our short comings and trials Build between us stronger connections. I believe that God has brought us together, Because each has a lot to offer the other. You, as the father and husband, And me, as the wife and mother. Summer Gratias
Forgive my rudeness When I get in your way. I do not mean to glow so brightly When you put your darkness on display. I swear it is not out of spite That I outshine your ego's fire When it is burning to intimidate - To scortch my self esteem to ash. Excuse my posture When it will not sway your way The roots are to blame For this downright defiance That I stand with uprightness Though youre wacking away With sharpened blades of anger. Do pardon the heights That my spirit soars But consider yourself warned today: They do not stop for any man So spare yourself and Get out of my way!
I feel so lost so gone, but yet so found/ My mind so weak, so fragile, but yet so determined so bound/ Mind so high so fly but still on the ****in ground/ Voice so silent so quiet, but yet so loud/ Feel so skinny so thin but still gaining them poundz/ Thought I wouldn't make it through the first but still standing in the seventh round/ My words so limp so skimp, but yet still making them gangstified soundz/ I feel so energized so choatic but still wanna lounge/ Ya'll better be ready when 7 comes through your town!!!! I can't lyrically quit for shyt/ Living around rez life lyrical bull isshh/ fake ass hating trickz/ wanna be bloodz and fake ass cripz/ I jus need to kick back and take another green hit/ ****a alcoholic fit/my own lizzife iz like a three dimensional skit/ I got to wake up and let myself go..can't hang on no more......gots to find my lost heart and soul...God please let a young native like me grow to know the real shyt in life!!
compassionate beauty flowers from the innermost pain, ignore the words stirring amongst an abnormal brain, and when i speak to much truth just label me insane, weak minds will never understand the knowledge in which i obtain. surrounded by deaf ears and corrupted tongues, the spiritual smoke of revelations condenses within my lungs, leading me to the vast fields of psychological warfare, the dimensions of this synthetic reality begin to tear, euphoria almost to strong to bear with kaleidoscopic visuals of infinite spiraling portals upon which i stare, what i see within myself could be the beautiful glow of a dream or the ugly darkness of a nightmare. captivation within thyself commences the construction of a psychological imperium, to unveil the true form leaves all speechless like a sociological delirium, yet they remain blinded by illusions as if abnormally elongated cilium.
Who is this? That calls me from my latent apathy. Why is this good? rescuing heart from lovers atrophy. My desperate mewling reached further than a shout. Stumbling toe scraping limp took me further, packed more clout. I was lied to. Thinking that you're bottomless ration, could be earned, could be bought with acts of compassion. I was indulging in hurt, abiding in poetic romantic pain. I was thrashing around bellowing at nothing, needing to blame. Why is this love for me? when I was wasting all my energy on a treadmill run. Who is this? That holds me light; gentle as the moon, source of the sun.
When searching you must take care The answer is always out there Even if it's not what you are It's ok it'll only leave a scar The truth hurts when it can't justify Everything you've done and you're forced to ask why Take comfort in the thought That you probably won't be caught God is watching everyone You can't be judged because you've already won Religion is your veil Subject the naïve and you'll never fail What would Jesus do, If he were you? Would he still be a martyr then? Or would he be a footnote amongst the hearts of men? It is our ambitions, That can solve our ambitious contradictions The problems we face Are ours to erase God only measures as high As your will to survive
Port of Call Barefoot on a talcum beach, alone, not lonely, with the breath of the ocean a caressing balm, soothing pained memories away, to the swaying of a solitary palm. Barefoot on a talcum beach, alone, not lonely, feeling the brushing away of all past turmoil, on a quest for solace, ever so hard to find, yet comforted by the crashing of the waves, as the tide cleanses all pain, and leaves despair far, far behind. Barefoot on a talcum beach, alone, not lonely, drenched in a sea-breeze of mist, that hushes the ache of bygone moons, tasting the salty tang on my lips, as the burnished sun, over the distant horizon, swoons, and dips. Barefoot on a talcum beach, alone, not lonely, searching, ever searching, for a slice of solitude, as memory bids a final adieu, reaching under the sea so vast, and seeking comfort in the depths, while embracing, the tomorrows to come, wishing that they be true. Barefoot on a talcum beach, alone, not lonely, seeing my truths drown, as they slip beneath the turquoise waters, feeling my heart ablaze, with a passion that rarely falters. Barefoot on a talcum beach, alone, not lonely, yet knowing that I am home at long last, wishing the waves would wash away, the defences that once stood, like an impregnable wall. Barefoot on a talcum beach, alone, not lonely, I have found, at long last, my final port of call.
On my heart's media player, I've been listening, since long instrumentals of your love - send me please copy of the video song - O'my lord!
Symphony of the Devil (and yes I do play with fire on a number of levels... hehehe) Drums of despair Beating my will... My Surrendered soul Bleeding unrepaired Horns of dissention Devouring their fill… My Surrendered soul Painful comprehension Strings of consternation Branding their way My Surrendered soul Eroded determination Cymbals of disgrace Drowning my day My Surrendered soul Gone without a trace Percussions of regret Following the trail My Surrendered soul Tangled in a net Bands of madness Describing my tale My Surrendered soul Entangling distress Segues of entreat Swallowing my pain Surrendered my soul Painless retreat. Rlm '10
Questioning the unknown Nothing is set in stone The world ignites each moment Always offering a chance for atonement We are a series of thoughts turned into actions We are chaotic beings revolving around the law of attraction Despite the moments when we fall We still have the potential to rise to the call We share the gift of freewill It is up to us to decide on which destiny to fulfill
So, You'd like to have it all? chaser of love, foolish girl It seems you've never learned...the days simply advance your youthful yearning your hopes have failed you yea,you've never learned you're cold as stoned winter night...your appearance is a deceitful one She is Eden's evil.... A fool to be fearsome of lonesome moments...no matter how few and far they may be You'd like to have it all.... Can't say you deserve it Your heart has failed you time again... blind is the one with desperate lust for love's ideals Your youth has failed you time and time again
Senses become ingulfed, the sound frequencies exit my lips, black magic pouring fourth, in a barrage of rage and torment, self anger, sublimation, projected then introspected, hurt, regret, the wounds slashed again, lacerating our aura, it bleeds ether and is refilled with bile, spat in face and broken in sob, sorrow leaking, a joy to be speaking, the darkness subdued by light, having survived another long cold night.
If I do, I hope that I Exit in the presence of Jesus Christ we go far back do he and I for his greater mercy once saved my life Five long lost years have past since then I gave my all so he forgave my sins a weary soul, crucified I hope he's holding me the day I die I tried my damndest to find the light and when I found it kept it in sight it's never left me I know I'm right come try and take it I'll end your night I look up fondly to the sky an understanding between he and I one time I asked him lend me his eyes and I saw a world left cold and dry In conversation we talk, no words he understands me when I'm most unheard think I'm absurd what are you? a higher being? still much confused You think the answer lies in your ways I think the Devil must be repaid he'll collect heavy your wasted time as you spend eternity at his side I see a servant for wickedness try to distract me one more dismissed I keep on walking through the night as I keep his spirit so well alive I wear your pride inside my skin as you race to the finish I just begin to be a soldier alone with the night nothing to warm me but his light in sight.
A sweetly-scented, earthy rain-storm, she came to me, thunderously raging with raw emotion, she came to me, drenched in the essence of truth, she came to me, she touched a chord deep inside, she strummed away all emptiness, she came to me, once... she comes to me, still... a gentle presence filling my life, she comes to me, still, a healing spirit soothing all inner strife.
Ramblin' Bob Dylan Blues (For Bob Dylan) Why does the sun dry up so many scattered tears slipping down the coarse cheek of a million hushed fears where no one is scalded though the searing fog clears while prayers are mutely spoken even as the end nears We shatter and scrape on demented knees Blindly begging for mercy as it silently flees Searching listlessly for salvation drowned in the breeze That spits at the soft rose suffocated by a wheeze I know now what I need never have known Of hope that was trampled before it had flown Into a wasted sky filled with hate that could drown The giggling of the crowd and the crying of the clown A hope so fragile that its wings were of brittle glass Ripping the veneer off the sewers of class Twisting the fabric of the weighed and costed mass Who numbly waited hoping that it too may pass For when shards of that hope in all hearts scurries away To a darkness where crowded night is emptied off the heaving tray 'Tis then when sewn eyes shall behold that doleful day When all shall tear at each other while on demented knees we still shall pray For a lifting of the veil of that wilful deceit That's wrapped up in a flag swollen with conceit While the limbs splinter in the claw of a winner's defeat Yet still the drums roll for the ill-fated souls chose never to retreat From that drenched battle-ground where blood flows through a sieve And love's lost song plaintively begs for a reprieve From eternal loss which into raw emotion does cleave Only to slip through the fingers and like grains of sand, leave.
WHAT IS HOME? ROLLING HILLS ARE HOME TO ME, PLAYING CHESS WITH FRIENDS, DANCING ON THE WEEKEND, WALKING IN THE WIND, BLOWING BUBBLES. (Reflect) BUBBLES BLOWING WIND, THE "IN" WALKING WEEKEND, THE "ON" DANCING FRIENDS WITH CHESS PLAYING ME. TO HOME ARE HILLS ROLLING?
Saturday Rain in Johannesburg… …With sighs of torrential passion, the heavens shower teardrops, weeping with me, as memories of you come cascading back, skin on skin, ablaze, moist kisses, fiery, gentle whispers of undying love, murmured, in another life, another time, far removed from my present, a desolate state of despair, wallowing in the grime. … The rain keeps falling, each teardrop stinging my face, tasting the salt on my lips, I wonder, do you still remember the caresses of my fingertips, between breathy confessions, and vows of eternal love, before you left me, stranded on an island of solitude, wounded as a wingless dove, bereft of life, stripped of all traces of fortitude
Every time you leave, a piece of me goes with, it attaches itself to you securely, assigning its mission forthwith. When you travel down that lonesome road, down a monotonous path of isolation – just reach inside your pocket, and there I'll be there without hesitation. As your days go by, without me by your side, just open up your jacket, you'll find my heart beating inside. When you lie awake in bed, crying at the severed loss, just wrap your covers even tighter, and my love shall span across. When you feel down, and alone without a friend, that piece of me shall comfort, your heartache I will mend. As the distant absence grows longer, that piece of me grows stronger, leading you back to this absent heart, the one who was with you from the start.
I don't know what to do... I don't know what to do. I've done all I can do, and I still cannot get over you. I have reached out for you and fallen.... I have been crying for your help--- and you're not there to listen. "Letting go" is not a fear of losing what I never had... and the thought of you has only ever made me sad. There's no completion in this life without you... But there won't be peace in my life even with you And I just don't know what else to say but that I don't know what to do. If I fell in love again I doubt I could escape you. Whether I mean to or not I can't stop praying for you... And other that that, I simply don't know what to do--- The bigger you wish, the harder they come crashing down on you. It's the "know knowing" that gets me... Fear of forfeiting my only chance to be truly happy We can't always get what we want.... but if we don't get what we NEED--- we die. And it's not knowing that is killing me; Not knowing if you'll never set me free. sorrylittlesharky.com
It is a peculiarity of Love's mossy light that once, hapless rocks drowning in their days would be overthrown by Love's destructive plight and smooth-whiskered words its song to soothe in the belly of the whale its secrets brew. In the aftermath of glow the pilgrims kneel counting the bars of its serenading calm as fire, trapped by beauty, mistakes its zeal for something more than willing victims choose and fans condemn themselves to breeze. It's nothing, but its something, and tired hope endures, cradling every Cupid with a wish. The vapours thin exposing every dusty mote and pretend or not, all hearts will sometimes need the mercy of their first and final love, never dimmed. A visit, spectral angels cavaliering through the night bringing blessings not condemned to wane, flowers falling in love with their own petalled sight bearing fragrance not descriptive like a name, all that's true would only call itself "Increase". The spring is fine as nectar to the flower brings though all condensed and jealous of the Fall, epic time is taken so all Eternity can sing and clip the butterfly into shapes more lovely - what delicate work! When love begins it's sigh far from where it once stood burning, a lush constraint remains where freedom's glove is lost walking down its harbour, past the moveless thrush and the crow all dead from drought, the rain will cease and Love will change to tear, rolling back to moss. The painter wild, the poet crazed all beyond his grasp, what jealous combination, what charisma! That together in a different stage marriage would outlast the spikes and needles of despairing dim machinery driving metal into hearts of soft enigma. Seasons turn and all that makes us sober stays safely tucked inside Betrayal's chamber; Reason roots itself in the soil of Love's eternal fun. Its sharp and pearly fingers, shaded from all danger, can grant us mooned medallions to reflect the Sun. The devil goes, the angel stays around in secret ringed in haloed words of beauty's whispered tale. The two, not permitted by circumstantial thrall to enter communion's sweet redeeming place…. Love supports itself to fail, just to rise above it all. Copyright. 2009. JLM.
"We are, you and I. Yet are too young still to trouble our hearts with love and death; too young to trouble our minds with questions that have plagued humanity from its very beginning; too young to pluck the heartstrings of that vast sea of emotion; too old to live life for itself." Let us see together That great sunset of mankind The beauty of the fading light The beauty in the mind Let us keep the sun still close Nature in its kind That we may better know night when No stars are illumined And see before us, fading still Horizons circled 'round, oh Will you only see the night for what it is Or forever see the pain inside a kiss?
Mary, Mary, quite contrary said no too many times. The boyfriend did cry foul, and left her standing in her prime. But that's OK I tell you, he wasn't the right man to make a team. And she was looking for true love, that illusive, lovely dream. The important thing to remember is what this means to you. Waiting can make sure that true love, is really, really true.
I am living the dream. I stand here today, Cannot believe what I am about to say, But I am living the dream. At times, it's tough And it is not always easy. I might be condemned For choosing this path in life; Some may think it's too bag of a risk. When we give it our all, Our passion and our might, We can overcome and forget the fear To become who we are meant to be. I stand here today, Another tear ready to wipe away: You can do all you aspire to do! Set your mind and never give up! If I can do it, You can too! I can't believe I'm about to say this, But I am living my dreams. I am living the dream.
For better or worse The path is laid I've tried and I've cried But the desire doesn't fade Does losing ones center Make one whole? I question I rail I confess That I've failed But the Dragon swallowed the Phoenix And so ends this tale I've loved and I've lost It's my choice My tale We pretend to be rudderless but the truth is We are the wind and the sail.
my physical body......yearn...... my mental being......reach...... my spiritual energy.....pull...... within my sanctuary of mind, body and soul I center in a calming request of spirit awakening with scattered energies tossed along the ebbing shore line I must focus...... I must touch ailment...... I must harness thy yoke of completion my breath slows in silent acceptance as a single sun beam calls of gracious salutations my spirit drift endless of cresent moon at twilights eve. and warriors song in mornings mist as warmth showers my flesh my spirit tingle complete touching a loving convergence, the ultimate purity received I become one as the spirit calls with each breath, completion...... ___________________________
Paper Mache, I see words Ink on paper, thoughts buried in wood I'm literate; I should be able to read this Yes, the thoughts of another must hold so much meaning My life should be better right? After all I can see words and make meaning of them I should be better than the man that cannot spell I should have opinions where he is clueless I should be able to think logically where he cannot So i go outside my front porch, with my shoulders held high A drink on my left hand, and the morning paper on my right Then I pretend to read words that I do not care about Just in an effort to stare at the ley man Yes, I called him ley, he's the animal, and I'm the zoo-keeper While he goes about trying to earn his worth, I sit back and watch him like I'm 'Speilberg ' He's is mindless behavior, mine is the mindful characteristic of an educated man After all I thought of coming here to jest at the poor urchin? I conjured that up, now tell me why I shouldn't be proud of myself? It's one of the many privileges being learned affords me The way I look at her through the window, While she hawks her wares, and tries to make a living I see her as a person lesser than I, yes, I'm way much higher up Yes my learned mind does not care that she probably has a family of five depending on her 'plantain' My learned mind cannot devise the economics needed to help her, though my bank says I can Like that boy that works at the barbers shop that I never tip, After all it isn't my fault he isn't in School; he deserves to beg all his life I am Zeus, he's a mere mortal The chances some dream about, others are given on a platter of gold My proud pompous mind will never understand a fact this simple Is a mind that thinks itself superior really superior?
God designed marriage as the real thing! Anything less, is what a counterfeit brings! His concept of one man and woman is very real. He's not interested in bowing to "man's appeal." His court of justice rings very loud and clear! The truth of his word shall NEVER disappear! You can look in Genesis and it is found! He created Adam from the dust of the ground! He designed Eve from one of his ribs! They were joined together as both lived! He didn't need a constitution to know "their rights." He gave them HIS WORD as their guiding light! Satan has been trying to pervert what God created! This is a truth. And need not be debated! We have cheapened the value of the marriage institution! And have added needless chaos and confusion! Through the Bible, one husband and wife are taught! Unless you want to live in Sodom, as did Lot! Ungodly perversions take many forms and kinds. And it soon piles up garbage into our minds! "What God has put together." "Let no man put asunder.!" Many ideas of "marriage," is a total blunder! One man and one woman is what God ordained in Eden. It was Adam and Eve. Not Adam and Steven! The choices in life are yours! And yours alone! Who is going to be the Lord, of your heart and home? By Jim Pemberton
In soft moods, The ones hard to define, The rumbling starts, Those gnawing thoughts That fight to fly like birds Out of your ears and into the sky. Trapped they are all these years By you, guardian and host, of this wild root. You sip and sit and stare the evening long With ruddy eyes locked onto distant trees. Like a demented Roman guard awaiting a freedom That rattles and calls from within, pleading its owner to partake in their own sustenance As you deny, deliberate and dally instance after instance Your own raging rumble. So open the cage. Erupt with the heart's desires. You are the stuff that clouds are made of. Anytime is good, really. For as soon as you free your truest self, You will be the envy of your surroundings. Drifting, floating through the misty air.
fourteen lines make a love sonnet for both ancient and youthful alike passionate love lines gushing upon it putting feeling to page, like tonight by the time that the fifth comes up the flush of hot lust reigns full yet already arched at its apogee by eighth line fire starts to cool love's fireworks blaze so beautifully duly perfect in its dual dueling flight yet fourth from last line seeks immunity as ardent passions come crashin' to dislike yet who among would not strike that match to fire that work skyward for Eros' catch © Goode Guy 2013-01-12 http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Friction_match
sensually sliding, rhythmically pounding erotically echoing our hearts senses stretching, raw passion mounding impassioned lovers playing their parts our bodies moving in perfect time our hearts melting together in the heat sinew and limbs twisted rhymes each striving to make the other complete. Laying together in each other's embrace panting breathy kisses shared this feeling we could not replace our hearts and souls bared rlm '09
Jan2012 By Sashi. Prabhu (ZEAUOXIAN) I am not afraid any more, I am not afraid any more. I have cheated my fears alright, I have broken up with my doubts uptight. I am not afraid any more, I am not afraid any more. I got engaged to my faith last night, I married my dreams at the sight of first light. I am not afraid to get up today, I am not afraid to wake up to another day today, I am not afraid to open my eyes and see today, I am not afraid to climb out of bed today. I am ready to walk into the gardens in the heavy rains, I am ready to open my nose and smell of mud from wet terrain I am ready to face the world all alone, I am ready to do anything to walk up the stepping stone. I am ready to say anything to anyone, I am ready to talk to anyone under the sun. I am ready to yell from mountain tops, I am ready to dive from ravine drops. I am ready to walk for a cause, I am ready to run to protect environmental laws. I am ready to touch taboo objects & subjects I am ready to work on regressions of y on x I am ready to understand tangled issues, I am ready to wipe all tears with tissues. I am ready to taste tropical fruits, I am ready to chop, boil and eat bamboo shoots I am ready to jump out from a moving truck, I am ready to pull my allies from loads of muck. I am ready to be creative again, I am ready to write and spill out my joys and pain. I am ready to sing and hear my own songs, I am ready to correct my own wrongs. I am ready to throw a stone afar, I am ready to play my own music for all with the door ajar. I am ready to write notes about me, I am ready to put them up for all to see. I am ready to whistle whilst I walk down the alley, I am ready to bring out tunes and them create verbally I am not afraid any more, I am not afraid any more.
No Matter How Much Christ Has Given… No matter how much Christ has given. A debt has been paid. Your life for his is what he did trade! No matter the cost. He gave his life for yours! He provides an eternal life that's true and secure! No matter the sacrifice. He gave his all! There's no sin too big. Or a sin too small. No matter the separation between God and man. Christ always extends an outstretched hand! Whatever it takes to share love's true meaning… Jesus can give your heart a "true cleaning!" Whatever you have… Won't you give it all to HIM? And accept the invitation to be born again? Whatever the need or problem is that you can think of. He cares for you much more than words can speak of! Won't you take the time with the lord in prayer? Wherever you are… He can meet you right there! He remains faithful and committed to YOU! The choice is yours! What will you do? By Jim Pemberton
I have past my perfect years, I am so insanely sobered by your face. I know that it is not the thing that will ravage me. Oh, to be beautiful and wonderous... at the mercy of a lover, feeling like centuries of seduction are falling down around me. Skin made up of embers and ivory. I want to remain here, somber in your bed on Sunday. The tragic remains of a rapturousnight. Untamed, forgive me not. I am heavenly here not there, and only seen as graceful standing naked before you, chanting for your kiss, praying for absolution. Content to scrape at your feet. To purge my skin on a honeysuckle morning. Without doubt or shame flooding from my lips, the quiet is absolute. I have banished reality from this bell jar. I keep you to myself. Delicate and complicated... shhh ...stubborn secrets of the ghost, that is my heart. Stop. (I refuse to be jaded by the sudden absence of you.)
I gazed into my shadow only those who seek shall find I know the day I found myself was the day I lost my mind for I fell in love with madness that darkness of the soul those twisted mental corridors where sanity dares not go intentions innocent and evil I love the terror in your eyes when I feel your gaze upon me with that fear you can't disguise from the razor's edge of sanity I hear dementia's call let the world begin to slip away let madness consume us all
Fight for what you love, For what's right, For what you believe in. Just fight. Believe in what you want. Believe in who you are. Believe in prayer, And in wishes on stars. Pray about mistakes. Pray for what you need. Pray for those you love. Pray in faith, not in greed. Love those in your life. Love the little things. Love your tribulations, Because they help you get your dreams. Dream with faith behind them. Dream without inhibitions. Accomplished dreams are celebrations. Dream as high as the stars you wish on. Celebrate each moment. Celebrate each year, With joy and with laughter, Some emotion and some tears. Laugh without limitations. Laugh at those trying to hold you back. Laugh and learn to move on. Laugh like you don't know how to act. Learn to move on from your mistakes. Learn to persevere and be strong. Learn to listen and inspire. Learn to pick yourself up and keep on. Inspire yourself. Inspire those around you. Be inspired by the life you see. Put inspiration in everything you do. Live without any regrets. Live with a smile on your face. Live with pride in what you're doing, And not with other people's disgrace. Do what you believe in. Do what you feel is best. Do what you have to to become who you want to be. Do you and don't worry about the rest. Be someone you can respect. Be happy when you see your reflection. Be strong when no one else is. Be unafraid when the time comes for action.
"Someday" Why is "someday" such a sad word? When one like "never" is so much worse? Why....why "someday"? "Someday!" Why is "someday" such a sad, sad word? Perhaps the saddest one I've ever heard... Why "someday"? Everybody has somebody Except me, it seems but that's not why I want to leave So out of it feel "out of it" Never was in can't find the way "Life's one big bluff Keep a straight face Don't let 'em see your cards." Yeah, life's one big God-forsaken bluff and I'm about to jump off Someday, I thought you'd find me Someday, I thought you'd love me But someday .... ...someday...... someday NEVER CAME "Someday," they say, "You'll find somebody." "Someday, you will be happy." "Someday, life will mean something." But someday I'll be SICK of waiting Someday, you'll see why it can't be Someday we'll ALL be sorry One day sweet day I'll find my way out of this body. http://vimeo.com/26557410
Darkness is the blanket that shields the world From light, And love resides beneath her cover. The moon rules those who play Within the capture Of this shadow, Naming Dusk and Dawn The offspring of the mating Tween the two. Daylight is the space That waits beyond.
Hope hangs by a string, but it never dies completely. All your regrets are packed in the corner, all nice and neatly. Hiding away so that the world can't make a fool of you. Trying so hard not to do all that you're dying inside to do! It's like a wave washing up onto the beach, it's never ending. You hear the crash upon the shore as fake as when you are pretending. The light from above as you struggle below for air, is like a glimmer of trust in a game of truth and dare! And like the tide we retreat and then come crashing down again We are the dancing tides. We seek but never reach the end. Gathering our minds, trying to figure it all out. Hope, my old friend, looks like a twinkle of doubt. But then the break forms a crack that leads the way back to the dancing tides we love and like a wave we sway!
air feeds fires desire hot flames spark and roar within solid earth quenches (February 4, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin) (c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
Underneath my dream, idea tree with full access to my library where the moments only count if your breath's away; tread softly through the canopy's veil it's anyone's guess, in this odd tale; are they at work? Are they at rest? Or will they play? ~ So quick! Am I to sanitize each moment bold, I categorize; so I know when one does end, and the next shall start; breathe each one in, or turn to stone after all they're yours, and yours alone you gave to each one "life", inside your heart! ~ Not one thing can better describe the essence of a soul's own vibe, than, what prompts a heart to quicken like the birds; we've each had footprints shadow made, but, sunlit footprints never fade; when our breath's away, each legacy needs no words ! ~
Formless faces wandering up and down the streets. The fractured remains of better days drifting toward the final act. The Almost Men sag and lurch about as if intoxicated from the sweet ambrosia that is repetition. They sit, silent and paralyzed in dark rooms, transfixed by the equally alluring gazes of the twin Goddesses habit and addiction. The Almost Men were not always so lost and alone. In a time long past, or so they perceive, they were men of purpose and burning desire. They fought for the ideals they believed in. They dreamt of sailing a thousand different oceans; of passionately chasing the endless sky. However their mortal frames outlasted the fire that lit their souls. Leaving hollow husks too tired to deal with the onslaught of the world around them. So the Almost Men retreated into the safe patterns of repetitive existence and turned their backs on their once beloved ideals. Such is their curse, to be filled with great potential only to be consumed from the inside by the overwhelming sense of doubt and fate.
Dead leaves and cheap red wine Remind me of the summertime Remind me of everything She says she knows me well Always one to kiss and tell Tell me love will ring And sun is shining And she's still crying We were laying on blanket Thinking no one else could see Until the moon was rising I thought our love was dying Then whispers from lips Told me all I need to know Forever lost in endless bliss The night of our first kiss Her love was so wonderful Heartaches and sad goodbyes Ripped away the summertime Ripped away everything And her heart was beating And her skin was warm In the back seat of my chevy She made me a man And my mind was fleeting With my fingers reading The story of her body And song of her soul And when I think about that night Her beauty still surrounds me Like a blanket made of wool And when I wonder where shes gone Her memory disturbs me Wakes me up from sleep Her love still confounds Made me who I was to be But the summer never left me It still burns here today A fire raging northward Across a huge expanse of space Even in the heart of winter The warmth still remains Like beacon shining onward Asking me to stay
I've Heard Of A lot Of People… I've heard of a lot of people who claim to serve God above. I heard that many of them proclaim a message of his love! I've heard of a lot of people who claim to know him too… Would one of these people be someone like YOU? I've heard of a lot of people who've made it known. They are making plans to soon be in their heavenly home! I've heard of a lot of people who are joyful. You can tell! They're in love with Jesus. And are doing quite well! I've heard of a lot of people who've made a wise choice! They read the word of God and seek their savior's voice! I know of a lot of people who have made a firm decision… They've given to God their hearts and undivided attention! I know of a lot of people who were stumbling along the way. Until they met the master… Who changed their life one day! I know of a lot of people that will soon be all together… When the Lord comes back soon and takes them with him forever! I know of a lot of people and I hope you're one of them… Who have accepted Christ. And are now born again! I know there's lot of angels in heaven waiting for you and me! Won't you join with these people to spend your eternity??? By Jim Pemberton 05/17/12
I loved you You were sweet You were fun You were hot You pulled the world from under my feet You might as well have used a gun On my life's landscape you became a blot I loved you When I saw you my heart would race You made me shiver and shake You made dark skies brighten Now I can't look in your face Now my heart is one big ache Now you make my throat tighten I loved you I thought you were the best The fun we had in our bed I was so happy you were my wife You ripped my heart from my chest Now I just wish you outta my head Just get the hell outta my life I loved you Now I don't even like you
Lucifer, oh Lucifer bearer of light without you where would be the knowledge of wrong and right the observers of time obscure you into an evil are you God's son or Satan I believe you are neither Lord of all lords creator of kings a spark of curiosity grew into the flame that tamed intelligent beings aren't consumed by animal instincts of other names with such a power was a ultimate curse the more higher gone holy the farther depth of evil the reverse Ah, but the risk is the reward for you gave us your gift the first book of your skin written in the blood as you wish as fast as you appeared you left us in grace slowly your forgotten memory all but erased if at best your footsteps are a blueprint into man's potential for better or worse I follow you into my own ritual
A lofty lurking predator on the prowl alone Very reclusive and passionate prone Not up for a long chase Rather give a short powered race Very territorial especially with mates Touch my babies the savage will embrace Just like a wildcat preferably a cougar Best times to move at dawn and dusk just like a looter Call me the noble savage or the lady cougar Get off wrong then I will be the shooter Since I'm a lady I'll slash you like Freddy Krueger
Why I Enjoy Writing Poems... I often have a thought or two on my mind. And have written them in the expression of a rhyme. I've tried to write as I feel God has led. And try to do it in love, in what's written & said. At times, I "have stepped on people's toes." This is not my intention— God really knows. If you've read a poem that I wrote. I hope you were encouraged with hope There's a message that I pray comes across... "With Christ... all is not lost!" I've tried to write poems from my spirit. As an expression of how I live it. The words written are from my heart to you May they be a blessing in whatever you do! By Jim Pemberton
Two birds on a wire testing each other's fire The lights of the airport pass before my weary eyes Sifting out where my future lies Evaluating my current ties We run to keep up holdin' feelings inside Reaching out in our lives Holding each other tightly In our weary souls trying to fill in the wholes Holding out our hearts looking for a fresh start Holding each other's hand Wondering why the other has not ran rlm '07 This one came to me sitting on a delayed flight out of Raleigh, NC
Within my life much, if not most of my time been spent and as time makes no delay I make haste for where my joy went. I look back, so not forgotten all the things that shaped me so, try to make most of the present but the future its fruits to show. I guess I could complain but then who's ascribed the blame? surely I had to decide where to go from where I came. I've not always done whats best but refute any regret, looking forward to what may cross my path and still be met. Many questions still to be, many answer's still unsought but in all uncertainty, only hope my eye has caught. Since I am not the worst off nor even close to best, I am not closest to failing and much further can I press. seeking way to better me and to live my life in truth I now put my trust in God who has known me b'fore youth.
These waters are off limits no one will know I dip my feet in move forward very slow now I'm all wet drowning in confusion I fight and I fight I feel I am loosing I know I shouldnt have gone for this swim and even though im drowning I'd do it all over again
At the end of the world I find a place full of everyone's problems to hide my mistakes in total solitude my thoughts become clear my mind is a cave filled with wonder of fear in this dark recession of oppressed memories I escape all the pain by forever running right off the radar the facade crashes down and I see me, the way I really am Worthless, useless, pointless and pathetic the load lessens greatly as I learn to accept it the feeling is beautiful I never want to escape I own my ugliness making yours seem so fake its fate, ever so present taking all into stride has never been as pleasant At the end of the world, voices chatter, unheard choice is just a word to a prisoner of destiny the reason is everything and everywhere but everyone is too busy to notice, or care too busy to love, with much time to hate running faster in circles until the harmony breaks then shoot out straight surprised to be falling down into darkness the last friend still calling.
Autumn's Chilling Blaze The trees blaze as if on fire the Autumn breeze plays the leaves A song of times passing lightly falls on ears & eyes & mind & soul. Lazy days of Summer's past the chilling fire of Autumn's blast The air turned crisp & cool flows over the land, spreading color to gently swaying branches. A small boy shuffles through the color the sound of laughter echoes down the lane Times like these ease the pain & the loneliness makes room for awe. A landscape transformed as if touched by a painter with a thousand brushes. At night the moon shines Bright, Big and Real The wind rolls clouds over his face A chill is felt by body and soul A season's past… A small boy laughs… A man cries… A dream is done. ………. rlm '85
Worship the Creator.... Many worship the creature(man)... rather than the creator. This is often portrayed on t.v. and the theater. Twisting God's truth into a corruptible lie, Many seek anything they feel will "satisfy." Their minds become filled with wickedness of every kind. Not willing to give a loving God just a little of their time. Addictions creep in... often catching one unaware. Soon, trapping people into temptation's snare. Only the blood of Jesus can give a way to escape. You must do it now-- before it's too late! Only through him, can you have victory each day. With every temptation... Jesus will make a way! Worshiping the creator is what you were designed to do. All of heaven anxiously extends an invitation to you! Allow Jesus to bring true joy and satisfaction to your soul! It's only in him, that you can be set free and made whole! By Jim Pemberton
I am thrown into the open air with faith that I will be caught I eat the delicious food served with faith that poison exists not I live in this small world with faith that I am secure I learn many things with faith that I will remain pure I board an airplane, to venture someplace with faith on the pilot, that I shall reach I sit in the class, full attention with faith that wisdom, the teacher shall teach I ride the boat of truth, in the river of life with faith that He shall row I hold a tight grip on God's hand with faith that he will never let go.
Glimpses into the future: A confusing mist clouds the conscious Wishing for clarity But receiving only blank stares of cruel misguiding Signs Soulless shrouds made from memories remind Me of how to forget regret and Remember occurrences of importance from Mindful events happening out of Chronological order Ghosts from the past haunt the future Because superfluous audacities result in my Anxious proclivities A newer reflection of mirrored reactions result from Actions undone and committed Longstanding traditions obliterated in favor of Bold conquests Time traveling thoughts bring uncertainty to an Already troubled mind Revelations seclude me in the isle of exiled genius A beauteous punishment for a once Silent persona of strange Ideals Spirits goad, burst from a reclusive shell Of apathetic spirits' Generalities Of the future look to we for new hope I cannot fail
After all the stress and loss After all is said, it is not done We can rise, differently than the phoenix Crawl to our feet bleeding and scarred Take a look at ourselves beaten and marred And push forth, plow through the persistent pain Give the struggles in life a fight of their own Give those who are still down a hand and bandages Join together for the good fight against life Make a difference to the indifferent Take a hammer to the chains binding the world And release the hopes that have been so long caged Free yourself, free your family, free your friends Fight
The fear of failure got me scared, like my talent and God are not really there. Constantly drowning in a sea of doubt, as I'm afraid to tap into my potential and rise above the clouds. Inside me, personal ignorance builds a wall around my mind, blocking the streams of light that stop me from walking blind. But what fear fails to learn, is the self-taught courage that frees me to yearn. The will to thrive beyond the worry. and the humbleness to know; I'll never be God but I shall forever succeed through His glory. The future is an unknown place for me and you, but we will make it through, if we always keep a fearless point of view. For more poetry goodness visit www.checkmyflow.co.uk
To know with full certainty That the path you tread Is of your own free will To see with sudden clarity Astray you were lead And the destiny you fill To be yourself again No bonds to impair Knowing where you've been Letting down your hair Your beautiful new wings spread To dry in the early morning sun Distant memories wipe away the dread Standing your ground, no need to run Blossoming in a garden fair Laughter comes lightly to your lips Spirit renewed and heart repaired Wonderful futures within your grip. Rlm
I come to the realization that I am merely man everything I have fought for was conquered by my own hand Each one of my poems were a time he wasn't there I keep looking to the heavens but all I see is air For now I see that God is in me existing vicariously through my mind sometimes it seems I lose him for it's me he's trying to find I once strived to be just like him there is no wrong in that I believed in myself enough to surpass him and put the whole world on my back Embedded in my memory the fact only I can hold me down for I have crawled into the darkness where my inner-self was found There I could see my failure it left a bitter sting I could see no evil for the Devil is not in me Now that I have achieved my Godhead there is no more setting sun only an army of watching angels weeping for lost souls by the thousand Every time I have been tested my fear is seldom seen if you are seeking God he is on the path far behind me.
What Do I Say… To The One Who's Given So Much? What do I say… To the one who's given so much? How I enjoy being with him… And long for his touch! What do I say… To the one who's changed my way of living? I've been changed by his love and power of forgiving! What do I say… To the one who's brought a hope I never knew! He has brought me a new meaning in the words; "I LOVE YOU!" What do I say… To the one who's brought me healing? He has restored my life and brought a wonderful feeling! What do I say… To the one who's give me his very best? He's taking away all of my worries, heartache and stress! What do I say… To the one who is God's precious son? When I get to heaven… I hope he'll say; "well done!" What will I say… When one day, this life I'll depart? Throughout my life, may I keep Jesus close to my heart! What do I say… To the one whom I call my friend? I shall sing his praises over and over again! What Jesus has to say… Brings comfort to my soul! He's here now and is with me wherever I go! Where Jesus is… Is where I want to be! What he gives… Is a NEW life for you and me! By Jim Pemberton
It is a fever. The poet They found the poet outside the park His steps spoke many words of wine His upper half seemed half asleep And his feet walked a crooked line His arms were spread as if to fly His lips apart as though to speak The telltale flush of liquid joy Told tales of rum from cheek to cheek The night herself caroused with him Drunk on sadness, drunk on care And drink they drank, the weary lovers Setting wine against despair The bonds of reason, broken down His mind amok, and absent sense The world in woe, the world in glory Lay before his presidence And it was then they walked to him Rudely rousing man from dream Casting eye on village bard Taking man as man would seem "Sing for us again, o bard Cast your words at senses keen" This was why they broke his peace Winters twice his summers seen "Sing for us again o bard Spin sweet words from bitter truth Stir the embers of your heart Dig through elder years to youth. And Let the fountain spring with might!! Showering us with wisdom earned Showing us the link in hand Of teachers harsh and lessons learned Free yourself from wine's embrace! We would hear a tale or two" Turns to them, a wizened face "Ask not man, but what is due." Graying eyes regard the gathered Moving on, from face to face "The world whirls in the hands of time And yet all things remain in place" "As yet all men remain the same The board reset a dozen times Pi-eces unaltered, so is game Though rearranged, the given lines You come to me as bank to debtor You plague me with unbridled want Says at last, man to tormentor 'Cease at once your unjust haunt"" It is a fever "It is not a gift so given It is not a boon bestowed Nor is sight beheld as blessing When the eyes have overflowed With the sorrows of existence Pain cavorts with all men born Know the price of your persistence Hear the words of man forlorn What is loss compared to weakness? What is pain compared to need? When the soul suffers from sickness To give blood to those who bleed O for those suffering in secret O for hidden scars concealed Know a secret's mark of secrets Is in wounds that never healed The world at large, and I remain Numb in spirit, numb of mind My inner coldness feed by pain Reaped from years left far behind It is a fever that I have It is an illness I possess It is a symptom that you worship It is a sign that you profess To love, to need, to love to hear While I remain diseased of soul You chant and clap then disappear Then falls to me, each telling's toll It is a sadness that I feel It is madness that I suffer When the muses offer gifts Turn your backs and run for cover Talent has a price, and paid This price I have, each passing day Rise to cup and rise to can Drink my fill then come what may All my masters come before me Warned me of the poet's curse Know you all of Byron's story Know you all that Poe's was worse Happiness is bound to beauty Joy to all that beauty, see But for those that birth said beauty All is pain and tragedy Listen to my fading voice, now Listen to my silent plea Know the doom of every poet And ask of this, no more from me I will fellowship with Bacchus Gimlets of the finest sort Rise to can and drunken glory Fall to pleasure and cavort Now my night bids me return Wine is all that shields from sorrow Sets me free from all concern Trouble enough, will be tomorrow" His soul unburdened, back unbent All is caught in a lengthy pause He turns to go, the air is rent With sounds of cheer, and of applause Now lowering balding head to ground "Man may speak but none may hear Sing for us again o Bard, Has now become a thing to fear"
Dear Lord, your beauty is admirable! Your eternal love is very desirable! The words you speak bring joy to my soul! You've restored and made me whole! Your presence is wonderful and sweet! With you in my life… I am totally complete! You have blessed me with so many things. Everlasting goodness is what you bring! I'm so thankful for all I have received. An abundant life with you, I have achieved! I bless and praise your wonderful name! I'm so happy you're here and glad you came! Your abundance of grace is more than I can speak of! You've done so much more than I can think of! All of my praise to you I am now giving! You've brought to me a new way of living! It is you that I will forever treasure and adore! With you in my life… I couldn't ask for more! By Jim Pemberton
You look up to the sky. It is a normal summer day like any other. Sparse clouds line the sky and the sun beats down on you. Except this is no ordinary summer day. This is the day you ship out. You have said your good byes and cried with your lovers. The weight of your country rests upon your shoulders. It beats down on you much like the sun. It burns you if you are not properly prepared, much like the sun. Much like the sun you are depended on by all that you known. Depended on by your country. Much like the sun, you fade away into the night appearing in a different country
An over whelming feeling. Your beauty is just too great. I don't know how to explain. I only hope its fate. You constantly jump in my mind. With those perfectly soft lips. I don't dare wish out. You watch as my heart slips. I watch you every so often. Your eyes are looking my way. What could you be thinking? What could I possibly say? I want you to be mine. To feel the way I do. Please smile at me again. So with this poem, I can be through.
I remember the day, when I wrote my first verse! Writing a poem was not at all a matter of business for me, And it wasn't a colossal chore when my master asked me to write one; But, in veracity I have ever written none. Pondering on great poetic legends and their near and dears… Their prodigious thoughts crammed my wits- Then my proceedings seemed as if they are gliding higher than the clouds- I'm all set and clear nearly for hours. Then my sister scoffed at me, brother mocked with her, Granny chuckled, grandpa giggled and of course there was a silencer! Amazed, to get appraisal even before I moved further; After all those are initiatives for an up-and-coming writer. I astounded that I too got critics, but it made me to go on; Puzzled to find out what they actually mean; But it made me to climb that unclimbed mountain; And fasten my mission. Then with loads of coolness, I took my wand To wave her magical spell for my deed; Everything went impeccably organized Until I got a doubt how to get it started… …
1. A path leads, to where wild grass grows, sashaying in the summer breeze. 2. Along the path, lightness settles within, feeling the grass, swooning, tickling ankles, swaying to the lilting bird-song, in a dance of intimate abandon, brushing the remnants of pain away. 3. Melodies float across fields of green, delicately caressing my heart, teasing emptiness to flee, comforting the mind, to silently be. 4. Walking on, savouring the peace, a momentary respite, from the burdens of the now, all is quiet, a stillness cradling fractured emotions, the grass in the fields sway, dusk descends, shadows lengthen, nudging dimming light to take leave, of the day
I see you in my dreams, not as a comfort, Not as an emancipation but as a nightmare. Those discarded recollections rapidly retort With dreadful visions that endlessly glare. I wonder why dreaming you is a nightmare. Perhaps, I do not possess enough memories Of you, besides, the good ones are very rare. My Subconscious visualizes myriad stories. I shut eyes and try to break my dreamy cage. Going in a trance, I behold you, I sense you But opening eyes, I realize that it's a mirage, My nightmarish wishes evaporate like dew.
Big Wheel I was draped in stars, and filled with whiskey, When the operator stopped the ride My head tipped back, drinking in the shadows, Red beaded earrings swaying with the carriage He was a caricature of himself Nose reaching down to caress his greasy top lip Rubbery ears inflating with thick fairground music One clamped tight with a brassy ring. One more ride? He kindly asked my cleavage His fat hands wrapped around the bar across my thighs I smiled And within seconds the wind was once more Filling my skirt like a fat hot air balloon The spindly strands of my earrings Resting loosely on my lips- The legs of dragonflies.
Don't get caught up in the game Don't get caught up in the fame It will drive you insane It's only you to blame When you get caught up in the game*Refrain: Because you walk through the crowd They all know your name The road twists and twists With a surprise each turn Try to stay above it all or you'll soon learn That the eyes looking in are hungry for your blood Don't mistake it for the love Cause they all want a piece Of the music, rhythm, and soul They love the Rock n Roll Then there's the girl who writes the rhymes Loves the love and soon you'll find Her spirit is so real and her sex appeal I know you feel The fire that burns from the words she writes to you It's a powerful heat that makes your heart feel new She loves the melody you put in her soul It warms her heart, it makes her whole Her spirit soars so high When you look into her eyes The fire is so hot between the girl and this rock n roll guy Don't get caught up in the game Don't get caught up in the fame It will drive you insane It's only you to blame When you get caught up in the game
The wise man fixed me with a bright blue eye And looked at me so deep within. It was as bright as stars and blue as sky And so my story shall begin… When gazing so distractedly from through The haze, I looked and I did see The prophet standing there. Before I knew, These words, so wise, he said to me: "You live your life so deaf and blind; It only brings you misery. Listen to me and free your mind And then your life shall, too, be free." I was knocked down and struck upon the ground But now is time to stand up fast. I tell my saviour-god that I have found An answer to my prayers at last.
Be still. I can hear you in eyelashes resting on untasted cheek. within a tiny hand clutching calloused finger. inside the curling petal of a spent anniversary rose. beyond sifting sand measuring remaining time. I cannot see you, but I hear you everywhere.
Your fascinating disposition, My narcotic fixation. You're a mystical enigma, A kryptonic ataxia. My peculiar constitution, A mercurial condemnation..
Surging through this lifeless Body of mine Mania, Euphoria, Freyja Never let me run dry I am lost by your Sigh But I cannot cry What Is this coming over me this everlasting energy Never cease this utmost surprise I graciously prithee Sorcery of Insomnia Caught in Mania Only for Freyja Her Golden one Is Burning out Deranged Am I? Faster, Only Faster Harder, Only Harder In Bizarre Light I hold myself to another Flame Torturous Fun of this Game Sorcery of Insomnia Caught in Mania Only for Freyja Her Golden one Is Burning out Deranged Am I? Sensuality to it's new Peak Running again from the Fake obsolete Euphoric, Erotic All you want All you Desire Sorcery of Insomnia Caught in Mania Only for Freyja Her Golden one Is Burning out Deranged Am I?
I dip the tip of quill deep in my hearts inkpot and cross my name with blood out the record I got. My name will not be found in the book of passion. I wish I could erase my desires madness. But how forget the past if remaining sadness still painful hurts my soul? Rainbows turn to ashen. The open gates to dreams tempting and forbidden are with repentance closed. I will keep them hidden, ask pardon for my flaw, fighting my dispassion.
19th February 2012. I live not by chance but by my choice, I live my way and rejoice. I live not by making excuses but by changes, For this I need mind processes never to compromise but always rearrange. I live to be useful and not to be used, Or be abused, accused, overused or underused. I live for my life to be motivated and not manipulated, Driving life myself to be stirred and enthused. I live to excel and not to compete, And live my life without conceit. I live only to listen to my inner voice& live my life by my choice , Only on my terms and my choice.
I am the rook afar- of soot and grating voice formed to your reflection in my distant eye; and yet- I am not so black as I appear from wings outstretched I soar and observe, watching life pass me below the land beneath doesn't seem so threatening from on high but should my wings break, my spirit crushed, my feathers plucked I would fall to earth in silence spiralling in descent, and you would see My feathers are shot through with the most beautiful purple and blue
Years of indecision Ended in an instant My life in third revision Starting in the present Touching everything I've owned Importing their very essence Of each and every feeling they borne History rearing it's very presents Boxed and placed on an empty truck My very existence held in transit That is when the melancholy struck Walking out this door would be a heroic bit On the other side of town a lady waited Patiently for me and for me to decide That my wild single passions were sated And to face and enjoy life by her side I fired up that truck, my heart, soul and mind Pointed them carefully to the other side of town Arriving at a place, I knew, true love I would find Truly amazed at the acceptance I had found. rlm '09
we grew up at Home with a warrior thrust tuning our souls to sounds of crickets to rhythms of the soil to smells of the rivers knowing large dreams of moonlight joy we grew up there in an ever rebounding spirit learning songs of seasons that dressed our umbilical cords for the harvest of our dreams— they were songs fathers sang in the cycle many rainless seasons ago many harvest seasons ago we danced away from loving arms of Home onto the snow sea opening widely our limbs to invisible lines that etched new profiteering truths into our being into our minds into our hearts when we heard father died this morning away from Home we were featherless eagles looking for remnants of our nest among anthills at a traffic light fragmented by hideous sores we lost the burial songs made golden by the Sun and made the Dead sleep like babes at Home it was here we remembered the splash of Colors, the smell of Exile the poverty of dispossession which soaked our souls froze memories of green Hills of Home and made us grow resentful to dreams of moonlight joy we looked into the skies and remembered when Locusts burst dams and the deep cuts of Holy Water drowned the glutton voices of our fathers our blood drank the pus from our wounds buried deep by the locusts beneath the skin we lost our dreams of a harvest to the splash of colors we drowned the songs of our fathers in the roar of the holy water today there are many seas to cross with deadly triangular calm they'll congeal stubborn death breaths while father's spirit scream at our tenacious fate it is only a season ago since we left, yet we no longer possess the sounds of the crickets we no longer dance to the rhythms of the soil what we have is the pus from the wounds buried deep by the locusts beneath our skin
How tenderly you cared for me when you found me broken on the road did lift me up gave me your own cup removed from me my heavy load You dressed my wounds with healing balm every injury you sought repair I do not think I'd be alive today without your love and finest care You took me in to your own home every hurt did you seek to ease a lifetime of their damage done the bruise and cuts of the abusive All the words that struck like whips not a place on me untouched I cower and cringe like an animal back against the wall I've clutched When I cried you sat by my side gently held me in your embrace your patience here coaxed my fear till I could look you in the face I would follow you where 'ere you go just to hear the kindness of your voice where you live I will make my home there to learn your ways my choice To lay in pain was deaths refrain but instilled a desire to life but promised me that I would see a world where lived no strife So in my mind I'm no longer blind you will achieve this reality for I know if I live like you a life in paradise will be For all the wrong you sought to heal for within the joy of heart I feel I cried when I saw a body malformed the ridicule of the mean those they scorned You were hard of hearing could barely see but the schoolyard kids laughed heartily so many places for lessons to learn but only yourself was your concern It was long ago I left you behind to pursue and learn the gentle mind no interest have I to follow the crowd of the livin' large and out loud Luke 10: 30 In reply Jesus said: "A man was going down from Jerusalem to Jericho, when he was attacked by robbers. They stripped him of his clothes, beat him and went away, leaving him half dead. 31 A priest happened to be going down the same road, and when he saw the man, he passed by on the other side. 32 So too, a Levite, when he came to the place and saw him, passed by on the other side. 33 But a Samaritan, as he traveled, came where the man was; and when he saw him, he took pity on him. 34 He went to him and bandaged his wounds, pouring on oil and wine. Then he put the man on his own donkey, brought him to an inn and took care of him. 35 The next day he took out two denarii[e] and gave them to the innkeeper. 'Look after him,' he said, 'and when I return, I will reimburse you for any extra expense you may have.' 36 "Which of these three do you think was a neighbor to the man who fell into the hands of robbers?" 37 The expert in the law replied, "The one who had mercy on him." COPYRIGHT © 2012 C Michael Miller Via Duboff Law Group LLC
Memories riot feeding this stone-sweet madness in mind and heart
The Cage is so dark and so misty, I can hardly breathe there. The words that echo there are so melancholic and appalling, The Voices can only whisper as if they are strangled by Fear. How can a bird that was born for joy, sit in a cage and sing! The constellations of night, the luminescence of rainforest, The infinite azure sky, the crimson horizon, the cozy pond, The ocean, the stony mountains, even the shady bird-nest, Everything summons my Heart but still it cannot respond. My Heart is a song bird that is imprisoned in an inner Cage. How can a bird that was born for joy, sit in a cage and sing! Let my Heart fly towards liberty, breaking bars of bondage So that it can sing in a merry tune again by flapping its wing.
Evening's highland performance, Essence of a gentle love, Radiance, Dreams of morning's warmth Graced upon your face, A spring bare love, Inspires sweet word's whispered, Produce's an unbroken breeze.
A gaping mouth, desperate to, in the end, consume all else The Beelzebub that knows its place and, once denied, is felt Lays open all the questions that can lead to what we knew And answers what could never, though empiric, be untrue This blood of apathy Drains to a depthless sea The voices deep inside Embedded, cannot lie The other soul knows of itself More than the mind can comprehend The other soul cannot be felt But neither soul can still transcend So fanciful, desires to create, to but control To overlord, to master what we think we cannot know "Play God, Play God" the demons cry "Enough, enough", we can't deny "Sublime, sublime, extrapolate Transcend, transcend, corrupt and sate" The horror, horror, demons' cry Beneath the fathoms of the mind The real demon, that am I My devil is my heart The lightly torn apart The darkness The darkness The horror The horror The end To end All
Rhythmic, soothing sweet release Hollow meaning lost complete Somnolescent, lost in time Acquiesce into my mind Alone once more Pink ribbon skies Lost in the shore Of compromise Gone inside sweet somber touch Scintillating all too much Lost from time's eternity No need to name this endless sea Alone once more Pink ribbon skies Lost in the shore That I comprise Somber slumber, sweet and cool Drowns deep in this nascent pool Stream to stream, my consciousness Drains deep to content's caress I'm all by myself As I've always felt I'll betray myself To anyone
All that I desire is to die eternally To fall forever, fall forever, through an endless sea As angel fell unto the ground So man must fall from earth unbound These shackles self-made for myself I will be bound by nothing else The poet was the one unwilling e'er to know he's wrong The poet was the one who never lost the sunlight's song If thus it be, then I am he who loved the darkness more Than anyone who saw the sun fell for its smold'ring core
A shift upon receiving The wisdom of my soul That perceives a tale reforming As we fall into this black hole But awareness now is sinking Along with this dead earth To where darkest stories glisten And rage against my worth The silence now betrays me Introspection turns to dust The life about me failing As I wake into mistrust The visions now surrounding The remainder of my sight Though darkness crawls before me It is I who kneel from fright Draining all my wisdom There's nothing I can say The dark is all consuming There is eternity to pay Yet this is just a story As I glance into the night This shift will pass before us And leave me lonely in the light
What stupid fools, with foggy minds hovering through menkind like a clouding mist of turmoil, trying to convert humanity to ignorancy religion and spiritual meet and merge but part their separate ways But these persistant followers remain in the merge being insistent, intruding and demanding and each follower with their own personal savior ,to justify their course. how does light exist in a world void of darkness. A God without his polarity is like an above without a below. why you fools ,so highly oppinionated yet you fail to help yourselves Constantly seeking yet, ye have not the eyes to see. eyes so clouded with ire, ignorancy and pride Why then boast superior? ye the lords of earth?, Why thinketh yourselves worth of the titles superior masters of all, yet ye remain even greater slaves than most sometimes silence is better understood than mere words deeply spoken though from a hollow bossom . those with the knowledge, know when to apply it in a world like ours, so clouded by the mists of those who believe in a certain perfection. I am the lord of polarity in isaiah 45 vs 7 "I the lord do and cause all things" isn't it boring, a world without contradiction cannot what brings harm also be used for a better good Then all become neutral as one extreme leads to the other, as death eventually leads to life and the end of any course is the beginning of another cycle is not evil an intention found in a foul heart a concept for only humans . doesn't even greater evil lurk in places of worship, audaciously standing before us and using the book he crooks the poor. what greater blasphemy than that which lurks behind the curtain & goes by a title "confess thy sins my children", he says now aint he your lord .
I remember a sigh and its sound buries this heart beneath a lifetime of imagined failures and real disappointments as it struggles to breathe I remember sounds of pleading voices and their ache descends upon a soul with the deepest mourning I remember the ache of hands wanting simply to feel yours, and that ache is the only pain I have ever really known
Daring drifts of blossoms dance along the water's edge And count their blessings for Heaven's sake And drown out a lover's pledge And the other sounds that two lovers make Nature's ways harmonize, climb and chime The wind whispers and moves on its way Souls search and get lost in time And find forever and somewhere to stay Cherries burst and dreams explode Deep breaths and a sudden sigh Dangerous curves down a slippery wet road Twists and turns against a dead end sky Trees bend into a gripping gust A grey ghost rides and hides the light Rain falls into dripping lust As daydreams dip and dive into night
We are the chosen ones Cuz we know of pain and loss We know of highs and we know of low's We know how to carry our cross We've seen the world through many different lenses Some were scary some were fun Times were good and times were bad But our journey has begun Once we see our cross to bare To carry it we must We are chosen to know this world Of spirit love and trust All things are but one thing The darkness is of the light Once we realize who we are We will pick our cross and fight Once the promised land On the horizen do we see We go back to find those who have fallen For that is how its meant to be
Secrets Of The Pink Floss Diary Pink bubble-gum lip gloss is my signature smack and my best plan of attack. Italian pumps of the best design prop up my gams, making them look as if I ran lots of laps that day. Nights of tango and salsa lessons give me the smoothest moves and have the fellows asking me for more time on the dance floor. Kudos the same fellows give me, for being so mellow and easy to get along with when we're out on a date. Full of fun and laughter is what my friends and family all say about me, they say that's my best trait. Learning how to lay back and enjoy the ride of life on the lazy river is a great thing to enjoy each summer and all throughout life, too much passes me by if I don't take time to enjoy my life. Opening my heart and my mind to people who are near and dear to me; learning to always be present with those who are so special to me. Showing those I love, how special they are by expressing to them how much I love them and how essential they are to my life and how much joy they bring to my life. Spontaneously choosing the best moments to express my sexuality with my soul mate seductively with a simple wink of the eye or the bat of an eyelash is imperative to keeping our passion ever flowing. This poem was inspired by Shirley Harrison's Poem Candy Floss,
I came face to face with a basket case and yet stayed in place despite wanting to step back a pace. His eyes glowed with a blue as cold as ice and i did not move for fear of the price. I stood my ground not making a sound as he did the same not looking around only staring me down. So i spoke,comming to a choke and as silence was broke his lips mocked mine as to joke. No more i stated as i assesed and contemplaited, nor did he as he patiently waited. Deciding this was a test,one to be graded, i set to do my best or leave more jaded. (so i spoke yet again to my odd but familiar friend) I don't know what your problem might be as you stand there and stare. Trying to look so frightening, i hope you're aware that i am not scared. (His lips yet again repeated the god awful sin) He mocked sankronizingly every word i had said. I shouted,don't patronize me and don't try to get in my head! Yet once again,he mouthed what i had sang. I sprang with a blow that landed in a bang. I began to weep at what i discovered through my tears, for the blood of my knuckles covered a broken mirror.
To be so close without touching is torture I mean dang.. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. Fighting my desires Here I am gripping the seat in the theater, unable to focus because of your presence Your everything I want you know.... Your cologne swirls into nostrils, hitting into my bloodstream like a drug I have to shake these thoughts out of my head. It is so tempting, but I care more about your feelings and your heart instead Hate to see you go by the Color Fred is on re-play on the stereo. I have dreams of you. You told me I am misleading but you don't know that just because I am fighting to do the right thing... doesn't mean I don't want your arms embracing me. Your kisses softening my lips, making me feel alive again If I had known you so many years ago, how the difference in this relationship there would have been. I can take on the dissapointment, but I will protect you from being dissapointed You deserve a goddess indeed one who is ready to be the woman you need. I never quite understood the essence of chemistry that is until I met a man like you who lives so honestly but you need to understand that if and when I would be with you I want to be strong, resilient, and ready as as a person to be with you because darling.. you are everything
I Think About A time.... I think about a time, when I would take time to pray. I wanted to talk to God. Just about every day. I think about a time, when I had a Godly passion. Loving others for Christ was a deep compassion. I think about a time, when to church I went. Spending time with God, was time well spent. I think about a time when I would have many "dreams." Desiring the best of life, whatever it brings. I think about a time when I reached my teenage years. I was "losing" some of the things I once held so dear. My thoughts about God and his word began to "unfold." As my life was rejecting the things I was told. My life began to "spiral down" with no way out. I began to have doubts as to what everything was about. The relationship I once had with God began to devour. I no longer felt his love in my life. Things went sour! My life really was empty with no satisfaction within. As I became involved with so much sin. Then one night I cried out; "God... Can you please help me?" "I can't do it without YOU!" "I need you desperately!" As I began to cry… I felt God's presence all around. I once was lost and hopeless. But NOW I was FOUND! There were many things that God helped me to let go! He filled me with HIS love and brought peace to my soul! Won't you allow God to be your life's foundation? You too can receive his love and wondrous salvation! By Jim Pemberton
. Your Brush is it or my pen Painting a picture in words Searching your smile in faces Hidden in the crowd of people Like diamond in coal mine Like the gem among rocks Only to be found by hearts That seeks the inner beauty That holds in your persona Some grace, some charms Enlighten worlds with smiles That gives hearts some joy That is rarely feel in others Silently observing you in you Silently adoring you in you Its not that i like many yours Just that i have few like you Something to share that trust Few words, few thoughts In magic of your artistic hands Or in my spell bonding poetry Your Brush is it or my pen
Take a picture. Halfway between, two extremes, film exposed to light; Corrupt or cleansed, shaking hands, or about to fight. Make a picture. Roll film right back, start again, I am what you see. More film to load, left alone, so many stills to be.