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Long poem by David William Breidenthal | Details |

Your Sanity

Stuck in place…
Free in space…
you’re insane 
I’m as sweet as sugar cane…
Whatever happened to your unique personality?
Whatever happened to your sanity? 
Has it transformed to insanity?
I like the way you make me feel
Oh, you don’t have to make it a big deal
I love the way you lie about me 
Right behind my back
I never needed you in the first place
I don’t want you back! I don’t want to see your hideous face!
You pushed me in the margins…and you threw me away
You took advantage of me as if it was another boring and laborious day!
I don’t want you back, 
So go ahead and run away with your pack!
I’m the last magazine, 
Left alone on the magazine rack
I don’t want you to see my cry a river…
Whatever happened to your sanity?
Do you see my ocean of emotion? 
Why are you sponging in melancholy?
Pray to God for forgiveness 
He’ll consider you His faithful child of serenity
I don’t want to bleed without you…
But you’re rather bittersweet 
You boast way too much – that’s just neat…
I hate the way you treat me – like B.S. literally  
You think you’re better than everyone else – 
I think otherwise, you stinging bee!
You are literally bad to the bone
Whatever happened to your sanity?
Do you understand what I’m saying? 
Do you consider my plea?
Pray to God for forgiveness 
He’ll consider you His faithful child of serenity
I’m a loner, talking to myself again, 
Walking all alone…in the streets of shame
My happiness is hardly ever shown – this feeling of rejection has no name
Feelin’ this shame without a name…
I know these feelings might seem lame,
But they’re real to me – 
I’m jaded corrupted
Am I the cause of your misfortune?
Am I a singer, singing out of tune?
I miss you, but at the same time, 
I’m happy that you’re gone
I’ve never grown out of my fears of losing you – that’s sublime!
But, it seems like I can’t move on
Move on…man…just move on with this life
Though I might be the victim of strife
Your envy and heartless comments stabs me like a knife
And you ask if I’m alright…
Good riddance, you weren’t my ecstatic delight! 
You disowned me 
You joined the pack…
You rejected me…
You never got my back
Instead, you stabbed me in the back…
Whatever happened to your sanity?
Do you even remember who I was? 
Your friend who would make your 
Heart jump with glee?
Pray to God for forgiveness 
He’ll consider you His… 
His compassionate child of jubilance
Am I of any significance? 
You are a wolf in sheep’s clothing
You will feel my loathing…
I’m gaining fruitful insight 
That you lack tremendously
Your thoughtless words 
Made me taste your envy and vanity

Whatever happened to your sanity?
 
Whatever happened to your sanity? 

What are you afraid of? 
Returning to your misery?
Pray to God for forgiveness 
He’ll accept you in His family 
We’ll all sing with merriness 
In our hearts, we’ll never let our passion 
Get in the way or our lament will stay
God is our Father and 
We need to honor Him 
And obey every single day
I’m surrounded by my enemies now….
Save me…deliver me from them, 
For they use their bullying ways
God will answer our prayer in His own time – 
It might take hours, it might take days…
Until He takes full action
But He wants us to have a cheerful heart, 
Beating vigorously with gratification 
My emotions are ganging up on me…yah see? 
Will you ever leave me be?
I’m fighting this battle for my own sake…
I will watch you suffer and slowly, but surely break
Don’t take it easy, you’re getting it the hard way
Whatever happened to your sanity?
Whatever happened to your singing, uplifting me?
Pray to God for forgiveness 
He’ll consider you His faithful child of tranquility
Tough luck, you jerk! You’re so berserk! 
You’re like a madman…
Bombing the city and doing abominable work!
 
Maybe you’ll find your courage another day
Do me a favor and unchain me free from my poverty
Maybe we’ll be in good terms 
And in the same demented boat
Whatever happened to your sanity?
Why are using uncalled for profanity?
I can relate to your eccentric insanity…
I need you to do me a quick favor and 
Pray to God for forgiveness 
He’ll consider you His faithful child of serenity
Pray to God for forgiveness 
He’ll craft His miracles of mesmerizing euphoria 
Free me from this abhorrent agony 
Keep on pressing on with your uplifting ecstasy…
You would win my heart 
If you’d be so kind to make me a root beer float
You are the opposite of gravity, 
Lifting me higher than the mountains 
That used to stare me down 
The morning will be brought back to life 
Sooner than you think
I’m not in the brink of total disaster – 
I trust you won’t break my heart 
Like you did in the past…
The past’s wicked adversaries reduced me to sorrow
IS there hope in store for Tomorrow? 
Please tell me if it’s so…or this envied grief and curiosity will grow…
You wouldn’t catch me before I sink 
I’d like to thank you – that was sarcasm
I’ll give you a wink that signifies my appreciation of having you, you little brat 
But, you and I have gone through hardships in our personal lives…
I should’ve not of trusted you, but you were as mysterious as a bat! 
You were as sneaky as a black cat! 
You are so deceptive…so corruptive…so inattentive…but I still love you 
Hey! Don’t even try to step on me over and over again like a mat!
I won’t let you stomp all over me like that! 
My faith towards You will never shrink
As long as You’re here with me…
That’s what matters most, you see?
I would like to visit you 
We’ll meet eye to eye one day with a smile on our faces – 
Not a trace of dismay is seen and we’ll share our embraces
I really don’t know what to do or say
I’m speechless, but I’m fatigued, 
So let me lay my head on Your shoulders for a while
I want Your relief to shed Your perpetual peace on me, 
Wiping away the despicable bile
Rinsing away the mixed emotions, piling on me for a while…
It seemed like a long time 
At least it’s all over – at least I don’t take pleasure in committing a crime


Long poem by cassie hellberg | Details |

over and over agin

sometimes i talk to myself, 
my mind is racing,
i dont know what to do...
so hard to explain.
depression isn't a stage
or a faze some kids go through
it shatters you...
i saw it all. 
she cried silent in her bed,
blood stains covered her favorite jeans,
her every shirt,
long sleeve ofcourse...
she suffered through it all with few people to call friend
and more to call enemy
even more to say where quite dissappointed....
FAT
her first name in school,
not started by a bully
or a mean rival,
but by her sister, 
and it echoed through her soul,
repeating in her mind... over and over again,
like the ripples of still water
when a pebble is dropped
flash frozen in time
repeating,
over and over again...
It was the first name they gave her,
millions where created over the years,
some unique
some repeating again, just as the first had..
gothic they called her,
emo, fat, ugly....worse things.
but in her mind, things where worse.
everything was repeating,
over and over again,
finally she believed it. 
she asked for help, from everyone
tried to explain to parents she wasnt well,
got called a psycho for asking to see a theripist,
not from a teacher,
not from a class mate,
but from her own father, who wouldn't, couldn't,
believe there could possibly be a thing wrong....
finally, crying, she confessed her bloody secret to a teacher.
rather then giving her time,
she is sent back to class crying her eyes out, as if she wherent going through enough...
she is sent to the principals office a few minutes later, after breaking down in class...
the princlipal says she needs help,
sends her and her dad for a risk evaluation,
her dads crying as she shows him her cuts...
they walk into a hospital room, 
it smells of chemicals and hand sanitizer,
the lady at the desk gives her a smile.
then she goes into a room with a lady,
her cheeks are sunken in and shes wearing way too much makeup,
the girl is gaging on her perfume,
and she looks really intimidating....
her dark brown hair looks dead and flat
even though its a bit wavy, 
and she wears somewhat of a mocking frown.
asks her all these questions,
is mommy beating her?
no
is daddy raping her?
no
is she doing drugs?
not alot
is anyone beating her?
pass...
did anyone molest her? 
pass....
oxcarbezapine, trazadone, citalipran, clinazapam, colonipan,
valium, lithium, more.......
and thats what they gave her,
more... 
some numbed the pain
some brought it out
tearing through her organs,
she became an addict by the time she was fourteen....
over dose after over dose
some for pleasure
some for pain,
gashes on her legs getting deeper,
this time she didnt tell a soul,
not even those she had come to call friends....
wakeup she screamed in her head over and over again
as she dropped weight like it was nothing....
you cant controll it she argued as things became worse. 
at age fourteen she attempted suicide,
she didnt quite succeed.
the medication took away her aappitite....
she liked it
she hated her body
hated herself
felt out of controll
found a new way to cope
as she shoved tooth brush after toothbrush down her throat
to keep her body from nuitrients...
as she whent weeks and weeks spitting food into napkins and making excuses 
I ate at my friends house....
spoken as a whisper
heard like a sentance
echoing in her mind over and over again,
along with that word, all the words,
FAT!!!!!!
ugy, anoying, stupid, fake, worthless, nothing...
one bite she would say
rocking back and forth
craving nothing but food
her body racked with hunger pain
one bite and there she was again
FAT!
over and over and over again
back to a toothbrush
this time she sees blood
she saw her ribs
she saw her bones,
it wasnt good enough,
she almost died, again....
choking on this deep dissappointment in herself,
gaging on everything they where pushing down her throat, 
their words, and their insults, their criticism.... their drugs
all shoved down her throat like candy
and just as she was was trained to do she swallowed despite the bad taste
or the hurt
or the fact that at the rate she was going she would be dead soon...
and you know why? 
because daddy yelled 
and couldnt accept what was happening
not because he wanted to hurt her
but because it hurt him,
and she let him believe,
because she could take the hurt if it meant he didnt have too.
because mommy didnt want to sit in her room all day
smoking weed
doing nothing,
practically having us raise ourselves,
she didnt mean to take anger, or frustration or hurt out on her daughter
she suffered everyday in her solitary confinement,
and from a young age she accepted her bedroom was the cage
 her mother had created for herself.
because sister didnt want to effect her the way she did
she was just frustrated
fed up with the way things where
scared, she needed someone to take her cruelty
and to help heal her pain...
because people in school
who where so cruel
had to have learned from somewhere
and she wasnt going to play into their games,
and they knew she was an easy target
because she would never attack someone so weak
and she accepted her suffering was a sacrafice
to help all these people....
to help her dad,
her mom,
her sister,
every person who was beaten abused or hurt
 and felt so weak at home they wanted to feel strong in the one safe place they had.
because depite the fact she had died inside,
and almost passed away on the out,
it was a saccrafice she was willing to make
so that no one else would have to feel that kind of pain,
and they all inflicted it and broke her down'untill there was nothing left but a shell
of somthing that could have been
and never had the chance
and why? 
because she would take it and wouldnt strike back,
because sometimes "just taking it"
isnt so much about the weakness not to do anything
but about the strangth not to hurt others the way they hurt you...


Long poem by Amber Stratton | Details |

Blinded By Darkness

I was blinded by darkness
Not knowing where I planted each footfall
I had a body I had a heart
I had a mind and most of all a soul
I thought I was alive with happiness and joy
Alive with peace in my soul
But I was wrong dead wrong
I was all but dead to the world
It was Death that captured and trapped me
In a grave not letting go of me
In the end not knowing it was little ol’ me
Trying to breathe trying to fight my way out
Thinking I was almost there to the top but not even moving
I thought I was justified by my negativity and actions
Not knowing it was trapping me further down
Displaying the ignorance of my ways without caring for the ones I loved
The pain of it that was caused went noticed 
Everyone telling me but not realizing it until now
Letting the deceit and evil willingly roll off my tongue
Thinking I was always right on everything
Thinking that all I need was the trust of man
No matter how long I sat by the fire I was cold
Even when the sunlight was resting upon my skin
I was still ice cold as Death’s very own 
I did not think that life would be this dead within
The darkness of the ice cold abyss of the grave yard
Picking and choosing what to do seems right but it wasn’t
Trying again and again until finally picking up the one thing 
That I thought would not help me in the long run
Thinking that I had all the love in the world 
Knowing that nothing can bring me down was one
Of the biggest lies I made myself believe for so long
Thinking I had fait and love in my life but I was wrong
And in the end all there  is was nothing but darkness 
Deceit and evil rolling off the tongues of you so called 
People walking blindly through the shadows
Of the ever present grasp of Deaths darkest abyss
Of all the wickedness that has been committed in my life 
Why now has the Mighty Father and Mother given me a second chance 
Why have they forgiven me of my sins without a second thought
Have I really forgiven myself so the Father the Mother and the Divine
To enter my body my mind my heart and my soul
Has the Lord and the Lady really seen that I have been trying to 
Change and to become an adult woman mentally so my 
Husband can rely on me in the time of need like now
I thought I was ready to begin a life with kids 
Until I realized that I am still one myself
How will the Lord and Lady tell me when I am ready to have
The family I want with my husband who is my soulmate 
All I can do is wait ever so patiently for the moment
The Lord and Lady will tell me when I am ready 
Inside that dark grave a white light came to me
With a hand to pull me out of my hole I dug and saved me
From my own condemned version of hell after praying 
They deliver me from my sins and the trespasses I’ve done
What are people going to do when they see me 
Completely changed after the long visit to LCJ
God and Goddess thank you for saving my when I thought 
There was no way for me to be saved and unworthy of it
Again thank you for everything I currently have
In my life my wonderful loving husband that only
Sees the potential in me all the time and the love he 
Gives so unconditionally to me even when I 
Do wrong in his eyes or the law’s eyes please 
Show him the same lovingkindness and forgiveness you 
Have so heavily laid on me to realize and forgive 
Myself and those around me like I should
Have so long ago when you tried to show me the light
I have forgiven myself of the anger and hate I had
For my adopted family and now it is in the past I cannot 
Change that but however I can change how the future 
Goes by what I say and plan to do now today
I can look back not so long ago the darkness that 
Covered my eyes then and hope the light keeps the veil away
I can see all the negative emotions that were running 
And controlling me I had no idea what to do 
Now I am grateful for the things I have for 
The things I have come to realize on top of everything
I am the most thankful to you in my life 
When I thought I did not deserve the love 
And the care you have shown me 
 
Love is for an eternity, not just a second, minute, hour or even a day. 


Long poem by jack oritx | Details |

A DARKEN ROOM

A DARKEN TALE  
ONCE UPONE A TIME IN A LAND FAR BEYOND THE REACH OF GOD’S  
GOLDEN SKY 
THE DEMONS OF MY SOUL ARE CLUTTERING AROUND THIS  
COLD AND DARK ROOM PATIENTLY WAITING TO SEE ON WHICH ROAD THIS LOST 
SOUL OF MINES WILL TAKE ITS LAST RIDE ON  
FOR AM I TRULY ALONE OR PERFECTLY DEAD 
I WONDER NIGHT AFTER NIGHT  
AS I SIT HERE ON THIS COLD HARDEN FLOOR JUST STARING AT THE WALLS OF  
HEAVEN AND HELL 
AS THEY CRY OUT TO ME  
CHOSE WISLY MY LITTLE ONE 
FOR ONE OF THESE ROADS WILL FREE YOU FROM ALL YOUR BUDERNS AND GRANT YOU  
ENTERNAL LIFE FAR FAR AWAY FROM THIS FORSAKEN PLACE 
WHILE THE OTHER WILL SIMPLE JUST ADORE YOU AS YOUR GENTLY BURNS AWAY 
FOR COULD THIS BE MY UNHOLY FATE TO STAY LOCKED UP IN THIS DARKEN ROOM 
FOREVER WITHOUT NEVER KNOWING THE REASON WHY 
WHY THIS OLD SOUL OF MINES MUST REMAIN SHACKLED TO THIS ROOM 
EVEN THOUGH IT CRIES TO YOU  
PLEASE RELEASE ME FOR MY HEART IS JUST ABOUT TO EXPLODE FROM ALL 
THE YEARS OF EVERLASTING PAIN 
BUT I GUESS MY PLEAS HAVE FALLEN ON DEAF EARS 
SINCE I CAN’T REMEMBER THE LAST TIME I’VE HEARD FROM YOU LAST 
OH WELL 
I MIGHT AS WELL JUST TURN IN FOR A FINAL GOOD NIGHT 
OH BUT WAIT  
WHO IS THIS I SEE FLOATING THROUGH MY WALLS OF TORMENT OF DELIGHT 
WHO IS THIS GHOSTLY FIGURE WHO DARES TO ENTER MY DARKEN ROOM 
FILLING IT WITH SOME KIND OF HOLY LIGHT  
IS THAT YOU GOD 
OR 
IS IT YOUR BETTER HALF  
SHALL I KNEEL BEFORE AND BEG FORGIVENESS  
OR 
SHALL I KNEEL AND BEG YOU TO JUST PUT AN END TO MY POECTIC LIFE  
TO BE HONEST WITH YOU AT THIS POINT I DON’T EVEN CARE EITHER WAY 
ALL I PRAY FOR IS THAT I CAN FIGHT ALL OF MY FEARS AND STILL 
BE ABLE TO WORSHIP YOU ALL WITH ALL MY MIGHT 
OR 
MAYBE THERE’S REALLY NO FIGURE STANDING BEFORE ME 
MAYBE THIS IS JUST A FIGMENT OF MY IMGINATION AND HE’LL JUST  
DISAPPEAR WITH A BLINK OF AN EYE  
BUT INSTEAD OF VANSHING THIS MYSTERIOUS STRANGER SUDDENLY  
REACHED OUT HIS HAND TOWARDS ME AND SPOKE IN GENTLY MANNER 
HE SAID 
GIVE ME YOUR HAND COME AND STAND BESIDES ME 
DON’T BE AFRAID I’VE COME FROM THE PROMISE LAND TO TAKE YOU 
FAR AWAY FROM THIS DARKEN AND TAINTED ROOM  
AND AS I WENT TO TAKE THIS STRANGERS HAND 
SO I COULD FINALLY BECOME FREE FROM THIS DARK AND DREADFUL ROOM 
THAT I’VE BEEN LIVING IN FOR SO MANY YEARS 
MY EYES SUDDEN WIDEN FULL OF FEAR AS THE LIGHT THAT WAS BLINDING ME 
SUDDENLY BURST INTO FLAMES  
SURPRISE!  
THE STRANGER SHOUTED IN AN EVIL LAUGH  
STOP TRYING TO FIGHT ME CHILD 
FOR I PROMISE IF YOU JUST HOLD YOUR WRIST STILL 
MY KISS OF DEATH WILL NOT LAST  
NO!  
I YELLED WITH ALL MY MIGHT I CHANGED MY MIND 
I DON’T WANT TO DIE  
AND JUST AS I THOUGHT THAT THIS EVIL STRANGER WOULD OVER POWER ME 
AND END MY LIFE 
A CALM AND SMOOTH VOICE CAME OUT OF NOW WHERE AND ENTERED MY MIND 
IT WHISPERED  
IT’S OKAY NOW DARLING FOR YOU’RE SAFE AND WARM JUST OPEN YOUR EYES 
AND GREET THE EARLY MORNING LIGHT 
WAIT WHAT? 
THIS WAS ONLY A DREAM 
NO IT COULD’NT BE IT FELT TO REAL 
COULD IT 
OH WELL MIGHT AS WELL TURN OVER FOR ITS WAY TO EARLY 
FOR THIS YOUNG POET TO GREET ANY KIND OF LIGHT  
AND AS I ROLLED OVER TO FALL BACK INTO THIS TUNNEL OF DARKNESS 
I’M GREETED WITH A FAMIIAR LAUGHTER  
OH NO 
NOT THIS AGAIN  
 I CRIED TO MYSELF WHILE SLICING THE BLADE DEEPER INTO MY FLESH 
PRAYING THIS WILL BLOCK OUT THIS EVIL LAUGH THAT HAS GROWN LOUDER 
AND LOUDER WITH EVERY SLICE I MAKE BUT THIS ISN’T WORKING 
FOR SOME WHERE IN MY HEART OF HEARTS I KNOW THAT THERE WON’T BE NO 
ESCAPING FROM THIS NIGHTMARE 
NO NOT THIS TIME  
FOR I’M FULLY AWAKE NOW WATCHING AS THE BLOOD FLOWS FREELY 
OUT OF MY OPEN VEINS AND DOWN MY ARM 
AND AS MY BLOOD SPILLS ONTO THE FLOOR THIS EVIL LAUGH CONTINUE TO ECHO 
THROUGH THE WALLS OF MY BEAUTIFUL DARKEN ROOM  
I SLOWLY CLOSED MY EYES ONE FINAL TIME AND SMILED 
FOR NEVER AGAIN WILL I EVER LEAVE THIS DARKEN ROOM AND GREET  
THE HEAVENS GOLDEN LIGHT  
Copyrights © belong to jaci 2006


Long poem by Darryl Ashton | Details |

GOOD GOD AND ALLAH GET DOMESTICATED

GOOD GOD AND ALLAH
GET DOMESTICATED 


Good God and Allah sat
down to eat their meal,
God asked Allah: “Why
do you kneel?”
Allah took his shoes off
but his feet weren’t so
clean, 
So Good God got his 
hoover out and cleaned
them using steam.

You are tickling my feet,
said Allah – please don’t 
don’t do that, 
Shut up whinging, said
Good God – and your
feet are getting fat!
You look so very smart
tonight, said Good God
yawning with a bore,
Oh, thank you, said Allah,
now why don’t you play 
the piano?

Play the piano? But I 
cannot play? 
Oh don’t be a spoil sport – 
we could always pray!
Yes, I know that – we do
that every day – 
We need some excitement – 
and we can shout; HOORAY!

After our meal we can do
some cleaning – 
Who’s bright idea is that  
then - I can’t reach the 
ceiling?
Oh, just sit on the magic
carpet, that you stole the
other day,
And you have the nerve
to seek forgiveness – when
you kneel to pray?

We can both clean our
cave – and evict those forty
thieves,
Who trample all over the 
place – wearing nothing  
but their fig leaves!
Those forty thieves are all
my friends – how dare you
call them that?
Oh, shut up whinging – and
go and feed the cat!

And please stay off the 
mobile phones – and try to
look professional?
We live in a cave you know – 
not an Indian temple!
We’ll have to spray the cave – 
it stinks of curry spices,
How can I bring a lady back - 
and act out some heavenly 
vices?

Heavenly vices, what about
me? 
Oh you can watch if you want
to – or sit firmly on my knee?
Sit on your knee – and watch
you? I’m not a blinking pervert?
Well, you can join in if you so
desire – you can snog that guy
called Bert!       
Who the heck is Bert, I know
not that funny name?
Oh, that’s the guy on the dance-
floor – he danced with that 
great fat dame!

We can invite two lovely ladies,
into our heavenly mosque,
Then sit down, have a beer – 
and haggle on the cost!
Haggle on the cost - what are
you expecting?
Well, you never do know – 
things could get exciting!

We can take them to the 
disco – and bop the night away-
And we can do some somersaults – 
but you always want to pray?
We can take to the dance floor -
both hand in hand – 
Jiving like we are demented – 
to the meerkat rock n roll band?

Who the heck are they, are
they from the temple?
You know; Aleksandr, Sergie,
and baby Oleg – they always
say; “simple!”
Oh, yeah, now I know – I see
them on TV,
Aleksandr, Sergie, and little 
baby Oleg – their toys, they
gave to me!

Gave to you – how do you
mean – you don’t drive a
car?
No, I know that, you silly 
man, but I do smoke a cigar!
And as the politicians keep 
saying; “smoking, is bad for
you” – 
I have to make a claim – and
get quickly what I’m due!

Yes, yes, but that’s in the
future, what about Christmas?
Oh, let that wait – I’m sick
of it – we’d better go to mass?
Well you can go as I’m staying
in – and watch the boring TV,
Well, if you don’t pay your TV 
licence, in prison you will be!

Just then their alarm went off,
and what a dream they had.
Let’s go to the holy temple and
pray for my dad?
Why, what’s special about your
dad – is he still classed as mad?
He used to be a terrorist – oh 
he was very bad!

Okay, old chum, we pray together – 
but please sit over there,
As when you let off an horrible
fart – the stench will fill the air?!
Here’s to good times and freedom
for everyone, 
Now just don’t forget to carry – 
that thing called a ‘mobile phone’?

So, as both Good God and Allah,
both held each other’s hands –
They started to mysteriously dance – 
and also threw in handstands!
Both Allah and Good God – have
now achieved world peace, 
And everyone lives in harmony – 
in the glorious human race!


BY
DARRYL ASHTON  
            
                      


Long poem by Reg Rhodes | Details |

A Mutual Enemy

A Mutual Enemy
By Reg Rhodes



My friend and I have a dangerous and mutual enemy. It is called alcohol, and 
it is killing her. 

Masquerading as her best friend, the alcohol is cunning.  Repeatedly, it sells 
her dreamy promises of escape from reality. 

The alcohol is baffling; it keeps her convinced that she is not sick, that 
another drink wont hurt.  

Powerful in its relentless pursuit of her soul, the alcohol exposes its true 
intentions, slowly draining her life.

Escape from reality was only an alcohol induced illusion, the relief only 
temporary.

Only small traces of her once-vibrant personality remain,  her proud stature 
reduced to an unrecognizable slouch. Her once healthy figure now skinny and 
frail.   
Alcohol; now the great betrayer, is tenanciously pursuing its goal to kill my 
friend, just like it tried to kill me.      

The alcohol is merciless, and it aspires to steal her soul.  

The alcohol is patient; slowly destroying my friends life, drowning her in a sea 
of loneliness and despair. 

She frantically swims for shore, and it is so far away. Miraculously, a raft 
materializes. Gods concern is apparant.  
She rejects the concept of God, even In the face of adversity. She is stubborn, 
and refuses to see the raft, rejecting Gods help. She swims right by.  

The alcohol shows no sympathy; it destroys it's victims slowly and painfully. 

The alcohol is poison in her body; it doesn't care that her liver is shutting 
down. 
It pays no mind to the plethora of mysterious health problems,  the endless 
barrage of doctor appointments or the many surgeries she must endure.   

The alcohol is cunning; providing her with a dark veil of tears, keeping her 
blind to her own terrifying reality. 

The alcohol is the great deceiver; keeping her wrapped in a cloak of denial, 
the pleadings of her friends and family go unnoticed.                        

The alcohol is the great repressor; It stole her smile, her laugh, her 
personality. 

The alcohol knows nothing of love; it has no regards for her kids, her family or 
her friends..    

The alcohol silences her fear of death.  It replaces happiness with anger, joy 
with sadness, and confidence with bewilderment.        

The alcohol is the great supressor. Warnings from her doctors go unnoticed, 
she no longer fears death. 

The alcohol keeps her in a constant state of self loathing, sadness, loneliness 
and fear. 

My friend and I have a dangerous and mutual enemy that preys on our 
unaided will, it makes her blind to Gods love for her.  
Stripped of her many wonderful attributes, she no longer sees his plan for her, 
or what he had in mind when he created her. 
If only she would stop pushing God away, and allow him to embrace her with 
his love, forgiveness, tolerance and understanding. 
If she could only understand that only God can restore her sanity. That only 
he can relieve her of the unbearable cravings and compulsions to drink.
If only she could believe in a higher power greater than herself, give up her 
stubborness, drop to her knees and cry out for help. 

Even an inadvertant prayer can be powerful, provided she has an 
overwhelming, genuine desire to stop drinking.
For her,  a spiritual awakening would mean freedom from the bondage of 
herself. 

A liberating fact for her is that she doesn't have to drink anymore.  
The chaos and turmoil in her life will disappear. 
Tumultuous mental torture will be removed, and she will feel serenity and 
peace. 
She will find that God will do for her what she couldn't do for herself.  

Hand in hand, my friend and I will skip our way along the road to happy 
destiny.  
Our dangerous mutual enemy, no longer a threat.   

  

































Long poem by randall graves | Details |

Seed of Birth

Moments to Reflect
Seed of Birth
After a summer shower I watch the wonders unfold Gods truth is being shown. His love for all shall be known to all who have eyes that can see. The miracle of life that is a delight to behold can be seen in a drop of rain on the end of a leaf. Sparkling like a diamond in the light, more precious than gold, a secret is told. The water of life, without it we cannot go on the earth would be has dry has a bone. A desert: a waste land as hot as Hades and not fit to be called home. The water of life He is known. 
The air so sweet and clean the breath of life He has been called. A blessing from the father it is a Gift given to us all. When the air can been seen it is unclean and in this state I call it satans breathe, oh so foul and within it only death can be found. 
Flower and trees, grass that is so green that there is not any artist in the world that could paint a more beautiful scene. Concrete streets and black top parking lots; progress is what it is called…maybe not. An eyesore, mans’ master piece his legacy, beauty it’s not. 
Like a spring rain or after a summer shower; new life does salvation brings. Like the morning dew shining like tiny jewels, in the sunshine they do glow.  Flowers blooming and life a renewing, with Jesus this is how salvation goes.
Rain can be seen as the world being baptized and cleansed, purifying it of mankind sins. This is a fresh beginning but it not at its end it only truth starts when you ask Jesus to come in.  
After a gentle rain shower our God reminds humanity of His power and His promise: rainbow in the sky a wonderful, magical miracle, truly a delightful sight. His signature written in the sky, proof that He tells no lies; never again with water will He end the world that has bought to Him so much pain. His tears of sadness, never again will the world end with rain. 
The evil one try his best with his temptation and his tests to cause us to die and never to rise; humanity he do hate want to take all with him into that fiery lake. These are the tools of his trade war and strife adding in a touch of worldly lust doing his best to kill our trust in the Lord who has given us so much. The spiritual war is what we are in do not fall for satan schemes. Heaven or hell which one will it be? Like the sun gives life to flower, the Son gives life to all who follows. He who is free is free in deed.
Christ the savior God did send, it shows us that satan cannot win. Like a summer day after a spring rain new life will begin. He will pardon us of all our sins but you must ask him to come in His forgiveness know no end. Open your heart and let Him in then and only then can you win. In Him salvation is guarantee and a new life can begin; so you must choose Heaven or hell where will you spend eternity in? 
God our Father gave His Son to the world so that we would have a path to the truth a light to shine in the darkest of time. Allow His attributes to shine forth you do not would to lose your soul. Before time ever begin He love us, will you not trust in Him sight unseen, the One who gives all life meaning?
All it takes is faith to bypass that fiery lake, because tomorrow is not promise and another sunshine you may not see. Time is on no one side, so do not go chasing rainbows you cannot fly. Keep what real in your mind the reality is sin must die. God give His Son to pay a price that He did not owe, the cost was high, but gift that is given for those who believe; is to be by His side, salvation is free are you ready to receive?
Summer shower and gentle breeze,
Golden flower and dew drops of leaves.
Soft green grass beneath your feet.
                    The only thing sweeter is than life is living with Jesus for all eternity.


Long poem by Reg Rhodes | Details |

The Power of Forgiveness

 The Power of Forgiveness
By Reg Rhodes





Today, I found a key to set myself free from the nightmares of my own 
shattered reality.  

Today, with the key known as forgiveness;
I will cease to languish in my own mental anguish. 

Today, I have set a prisoner free;
much to my relief that prisoner was me.  

The key of forgiveness releases me from the blame I placed on myself for four 
arduous years.  
The key of forgiveness releases me from the nightmare of the pain, the 
shame, the endless tears.  
 
Though her infidelity was hateful. 
I have forgiven her, and for this I am grateful.

I was an unknowing participant of her malicious reasoning.
Falling victim to her planning and scheming. 

All the while, she had an unrecognizable look in her eyes.
Her love for me had been replaced with lies. 

I longed to see my wife again, but it was too late.  
She had already been replaced by an evil being; brimming with anger, lies, 
deception and hate.                                             

I mourned her loss, and felt the emotion known as grief.
My loving wife wouldn't return. I pleaded with God to grant me relief.

I desperately needed relief, but found none. 
Two years mourning the loss of my wife had begun 

The truth would only cause me more pain and tears. 
She finally told me the truth; that her betrayal had gone on for 3 years.  

The anger and hate she had towards me; a level of betrayel beyond my 
comprehension. 
To my stunned family; those were the things I simply couldn't mention.  

She sneered at my suspicions, forcing me to doubt my sanity. 
Her actions filled me with humiliation, and stripped me of my dignity. 

I have forgiven myself for trusting the devil who masqueraded as my best 
friend, my confidente, my wife. 
I have forgiven myself for falling in love with her at such a young age in my 
life.  

I have forgiven her for bringing out the worst in me.
I have forgiven her for compromising my sobriety, and stealing my sanity.  

I have forgiven her family, that despite her infidelity;  
continued to love her unconditionally. 

I have forgiven the uncompassionate ignorance of the fortunate; 
those who have never felt the invisible wounds that infidelity brings.
To the naked eye of the naive; her hatred, anger and lust were unfathomable 
things. 
 
I have forgiven her friends for helping me with the relentless self blame.   
I have forgiven her for filling me with anger, bewilderment and shame. 

I have forgiven the man who aspired to dismantle my marriage and ruin my 
life.  
I have forgiven his longtime lover who was also my wife.    

I have forgiven myself for sheltering my sanity in the cold cave known as 
denial.
I have forgiven her actions that robbed me of my laugh and stole my smile.   

I have forgiven myself; relinquishing my right to a better past. 
Freeing me of the self loathing at last. 

Ultimately, she couldn't stop her lies.
I knew it was time; we would have to to sever our ties. 

In the name of love, I have forgiven her.
I have surrendered my right to hurt her for hurting me.
I have allowed a loving God back into my life; and I am once again free.  

Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong. 
Anger, resentments and hate do not belong. 

With God back in my life, and daily prayer.
I have been able to forgive her affair.

God has shown me the sincerest, most beautiful form of love on earth. 
He has given me the power of foregiveness, and granted me a spiritual 
rebirth. 









Long poem by David William Breidenthal | Details |

The Impossible - FINALE - Stepping Out of the Abyss

I hope you can be so
kind to hand me the
rope of hope for
once
Waiting for Your
sundrenched, super
sweet response
Life will never get
easy
Difficulty will come
our way in a jiffy
Believe me…when I
say this
I had the time of my
life, stepping out
of the abyss
Doing the impossible
It was incredible –
I was handsome and I
was irresistible 
In your eyes…in your
eyes…
Everything’s
possible if you put
your mind to it
You and I will get
out of the poverty,
regret-freezing pit
Unchain me from this
chain
Look at me…look at
my pain…
I need God’s healing
rain
It’s driving me
insane
I’m reaching out for
His rain to make me
whole again – to
bring back my sanity
– to wash away my
shame-marked stain
The pain’s driving
me insane
I see happy-go-lucky
birds roam free
beyond my barred
pane
Loving you, in times
of tribulation and
solitude, is harder
than it seems
How can I mend your
broken wings and
dreams?
Sunlit serenity
comes our way no
doubt
Forgiveness is hard
to accept from deep
within
Sinful lusts hit me
day in and day out
I’m feeling corrupt
in my skin
Don’t walk away from
your problems
Don’t wage war with
them and shimmer
like rainbow gems
Used to be with you
once upon a time,
You loathed me and
envied me from the
start
I easily fell for
you and it was, at
first, sublime
My eager eyes watch
you…feel the slow
and fast rhythm of
my aching heart
Your freezing fire
and I’m scorching
ice
I can’t say no to
you or walk away
from you – my role
in this relationship
is to be your living
sacrifice and pay
the price…
Roll the dice and go
according to His
advice
Don’t seek me…I’m
not wise…I was the
one you despised –
you treated me like
a foe – just admit
it! Stop throwing
your childish,
immature fit!
But I’ve risen to be
a better person –
I’m prized and I’m
mesmerized
Melt away my misery
and replace it with
mesmerizing music,
lifting up my frown
and making me feel
free ’cause I
followed the
welcoming, pleasant
voice you guided me
with – honestly, I
feel prized by His
cordial, awesome
Spirit
But, I’m a troubled
sheep
You wept tears of
shame and I couldn’t
sleep
You made me weep
No more! Wow! I was
drowning so deep,
But You rose me up
again and Your
miracles made me
swim to safety
I flew with fervor
in my heart – let go
all qualms and
flee…flee from the
world of blasphemy
You are real to me –
a grand, creative
Creator
You’re my brilliant
shepherd – I’ll
follow You like Your
little ugly duckling
– take me on a
terrific tour!
You whispered these
three things that
links to Your wise
sayings and it made
me jump with cheer
and I’m…well…
speechless: 
“You’re stronger
than I realize,
You’re not alone,
And you’re not a
failure”
No hope in mind –
not anymore
In love and blind –
still am for shore! 
Forever…and ever
I will always love
her…
Treat yourself right
and walk into the
LIGHT
But, I’m six feet
below the surface –
He makes me rise up
like the sunrise,
glistening dreamily
with dandy delight 
Pull me out of the
captivity-bound,
callous night…repair
my wonderful state
of mind – He’ll make
everything work out
alright – everything
will work out in the
long run…the end is
only the beginning
just like the
midnight,
transforming into
sundrenched,
stainless sight
I catch a glimpse at
the golden eagle,
taking flourishing
flight
I accept the sight
with arms wide open
Open up the
corridors of my mind
and get me out of
the lion’s den


Long poem by William J. Jr. Atfield | Details |

My Dear Sweet Lost Child Daughter of my wasted youth A Confession Part 2


I wonder ?, have pondered ?, have analyzed the boxes, 
the cages, the walls my little Girl, my young Woman, 
finds herself packaged in, trapped in, stuck behind, 
believing that they have come into being 
– along with all the uncertainties, doubts and fears – 
because of the constant “ You are to much like you dad ”.
If you are me ?, and I you ?, in you mothers eyes, 
then we can see why all the pain, all the heat ache 
I inflicted, by my actions, drove your mother to turn
all her hurt, her pain into anger, hostility, animosity, 
malice, vengeance, a vendetta. All her mean spirited 
words ponding through your youthful days and nights, 
into your innocence was directed at me, meant for me, 
– not you – unfortunately, this you had to endure. 
For you where your mothers only outlet, only release valve 
and in her naiveté, her blind rage, her need to strike out, 
she did not know, did not understand, did not pay heed 
to my words and so the words she was shooting at me, 
struck at the very heart of you, how could they not kill 
your spirit, destroy the very soul of one so little, so fragile, 
when she was often said “ You are so much like your dad ”,
a picture she painted black, with angry, harsh brush strokes 
of a dad that was not the dad you knew and understood. 
That caused great damage to us and our relationship.
In the end – unfortunately – my acts flooded your growth, 
impacted your life with such negativity and uncertainty.
I am sorry that I let your mother leave, taking you with her 
and for my leaving for distant lands, unknown worlds, 
leaving you to your own and your mothers devices.
Unfortunately my Dear, being your fathers Daughter,
“ You are to much like you dad ”, you were forced to endure 
all the abuse meant for me, – personally – after all, 
how could you not ?, how could you escape the war ?, 
especially when you became the battle field upon which 
your mother waged her destructive war against me.

I look into the tapestry of our lives my Dear, and see it 
tattered and torn, frayed at the edges of its heart, and see, 
pieces of me being blown apart – as my world 
( in your ears, in your eyes ) – crumbles before you,
comes tumbling down, scattered around uncertain ground
upon which to build your own world, rebuild your spirit, 
your soul, your personality and climb out of your little coffin 
and rise up from the broken, shattered remains, the ashes
 of the man you called dad and walk out of the maze 
of memories, of experiences, of the tales told, 
that threw you into the fire, that mess of confusion, 
the pain of uncertainty, by “ You are so much like your dad ” 
and know that I think ( it was unintentional, I do believe ) 
that it was all intended for me and not you my Dear.

In the final analysis Gail, one can only conclude that the love
your mother and I had and have for you, got lost I the fray 
– because we did not have the strength of character to overcome – 
of our destructive needs and desires, the wants of our sicknesses. 
Our fractured, tortured psyches Gail, drove us, and at your feet, 
permeating your soul, upon the head of an undeserving little girl, 
you have come to know – all that you never needed to know.

In time – be it already history or yet to be the future – I, - 
as I am sure your mother - harbour many regrets and I hope 
that you will find peace and forgiveness within that 
shattered heart and soul of yours, if not for our sakes, 
at least for yours, for not letting go, only hurts you 
and you are the only one that matters, for all time.


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