We All Trying "Look at her the scum of the earth She has nothing to offer - perhaps her nothingness. She has no future nowhere to go nothing to be yes she is Nothing" "Look at him pretending to care pretending to hear his purpose. He will make nothing of a life already ruined by the fact that it exists" "Then just ahead is the one who has it all figured out you see he knows the truth speaks the truth and is the truth, let's build his podium!" But they all have one thing in common. They have all stumbled all risen. All are a part of a cycle none rooted in the lows or highs. All are trying We all trying.
Category: Poetry Corner
Heart’s Ease
Heart's Ease Feel heal see hear and know Tranquility. Welcome peace and goodbye chaos confusion and willful desire. close your eyes and see shades of all colours yellow purple and white. feel the topic breeze as it pulls you deeper into yourself. The deep deep azure that sucks you into its depth like the tantalizing call of a siren. calm, what you desire, but first you must escape your hate. quietude the perfect bed fellow possible only when you release everything pent up and diseased. Grab the elusive Sun - flower and watch it bloom in you. dance on the strength of the ancestors as you pluck for yourself perennial rebirth a lent lily to press between the pages of your life to make it bright.
Missed
Missed Whether 6 or 88 There is no time or date when you will not be missed. "she lived a full life, why sad?" Yes, she did. But does it mean she will not be missed? Does it mean I still cannot hear her laugh remember her jokes keep her in my heart? Does it mean that a sudden memory does not attack knocking me down making my steps unsteady? She who remain larger than life her beauty and grace sets the pace I must walk. That her words do not light my path her voice a symphony of youth eternal immortalized by the memory of her handed down through time immemorial. "She lived a full life" But now she is gone She will rise no more in this earthly dawn. She will no longer play her parts No stops and starts with passion and fire. Now she is gone and will be missed. No, can I kiss her papery lips? She is gone. Allow me to mourn her loss - in my way - because she will be missed...
The Sublime
The Sublime In this moment I have found perfection. Rays of golden dust illuminate a path towards rest. I take a deep deep breathe And I know I am alive. From this chaos I snatch the beauty from a maggot infested world And I know I am alive. In this moment nothing matters. I leave the giant behind With no hair to let down I step down from my tower. I shake off the rusted chains Free to roam Free to find a home Finally. I am alive.
Fear No One
Fear No one Do not be afraid of them because you have the power The power to dear down and destroy To plant and to build. I will give you unlimited power and you shall be called fearless. When disaster strikes from the the North stand firm. When the heathens come knocking on your door ready to penetrate hold fast and hold firm. Then when the think they have won arise and dress and I will give you victory. They may fight and cry like Hyenas ready to tear your flesh but they will not prevail, only their blood curdling cries will keep them warm as they are struck down finally. **************************************************** For I remembered them as lambs \ babes unspoiled. Now from every pore thickened corruption festers and flows. Damaged defeated and denied. They look strong but beneath the surface decay pulses with pus infected sores. Hidden but not healed. They shine with a beauty that sickens when seen in the light. They harvest but in vain for the harvest is done all that remain is the dust of a promise not fulfilled. Behold I have spoken Let them do all the evil they can But as for you - have no fear and fear no one.
Life Puzzles
Life Puzzle You see that pebble? You get closer and it's an egg. You see that puddle? You jump over it end up in it nearly drowns. Who woulda thought it was a river? the pieces never fit together at they promised. Behind every shadow another emerges to keep you on your toe or knock you over like a tornado monstrous and menacing: a breeze gentle and refreshing. The things you see never see you as you see them. Monsters become people the monster's inside you. The puzzle is scrambles because you are scrambled. Each piece becomes you or will undo you. whether they fall into place or not depends on how clear your vision is.
O.K
O.K The beat The pulse Djembe carries the message. Tells me to take wings and fly. the pulse the beat carries healing to reach to teach and to preach. secrets hidden secrets forbidden buried under the lies. The pulse the beat given to me continues the story carried deep down in the bowels of my secret place. I feed on it whoosh I feel it whoosh. faster Each strings tells a story a symphonic legacy. Faster now the urgency... Ok enter.
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