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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The rain keeps coming, Masking tears of despair, and rivers of agony Seem in no hurry to crest In this orb that is my world, I stand in frozen animation As I listen to the venom of tangled tongues and crooked lips Then hear the critique of the man in the street I stop to analyze and find that nothing is said, just a horde Of ghastly lies My heart grows heavy, and my chest tightens. As anger builds, my lungs feel the fire of the now forsaking Breath, the pain is real, And I contemplate my fate In this world of mine The sun is sad and the moon weeps, And the walls inch closer. As my neck plays a melody of twisting knots, my shoulders Feel as if stomped by the passion of a flamenco dance. As my temples lament the torment of this harrowing crescendo. From a place called malice and rage, hate and contempt Send bouquets, But in the glory of this floral splendor, lies deceit, The bewitching fragrance of the day. And serpents of a human Ilk, their minds filled with disdain and Spite, come to feed upon my life, As their minions nibble, I question my sanity In this world of mine Is the theatre of suffering, Where shadows of rage cloak, a dominion of corruption, And evil keeps a watchful eye, And vultures with hearts bitter and cold, stalk, As if waiting for a carrion to be born, that a feast may begin. And in this presence of immorality, Void is the integrity of soul. As I listen to the wind, I hear the voice of purpose, And in the verses of the night, Is the message of the day And the lessons taught, Are real In this world of mine As this deluge of decadence baths a candid soul, I strive to be freed, from the afflictions Of being. And amid the craving for contentment, I beg, For deliverance, And rest my fate at the foot of the mountain, for there Lies truth. In my meditation, eager I am to see behind the light And reconnect with the presence within, For it is there that I hear the sunshine in your voice, And see the laughter in your eyes. It is there that courage is present, and I am fraught with the Effervescence of your smile, And your face is vibrant And passion enriches me, And I, am reborn In this world of mine Earl S. Jackson July 2014 Copyright © 2014 Earl S. Jackson, all rights reserved.
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