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Long poem by J. W. Earnings | Details |

Addicted to the Appeal

Verse 1: I'm loving every second of our time together
I'm liking the fact that you aren't a memory, all ablur
I adore you and everything about you
We were meant to be...you came to me out of the blue 
Distance was an acquaintance I met long ago
Spending my hours with you and going my own flow 
Addicted to the appeal in my heavy heart of hatredless passion and rage 
Catching my breath as I run towards the finish line...are we on the same page?
The young heart wants what it wants...sorry to say, I wanna make your day
Don't leave me second guessing...don't make me go cray-cray and reckless, okay?
Daydreaming about tomorrow and its future pain and pleasure
It will leave me breathless and you'll lead me to my haven beyond measure

Pre-chorus: I won't give up on you, though we face our highs and lows
I won't let you fall away 
I'm one step closer to holding you close...be brave and face your foes
Don't be afraid, I pray that you're safe and sound
Don't be scared, be prepared to be lost and found 
You're almost there
Just keep climbing the stairs of  strengthening bliss
We're a perfect pair
You and I will share bottomless happiness and endless progress 

Chorus: Your saving grace, your healing trace 
Touched my hands and I'm longing for your embrace
I want to see your spectacular face
Your eyes twinkle like planet Mars 
In the universe of underestimated beauty 
You zip through my mind like a thousand cars
You are the freeway to my soul that was in this burdensome captivity 
Addicted to the appeal
Love the way you make me feel
Overwhelming my senses but it's no big deal
Your steel spirit encouraged mine to turn the wheel 
To the road of paradise
You're the key to the castle of shameless happiness
And that's something I prize,
Not something I despise...do me a favor and drive away my distress

Verse 2: I beg for your forgiveness to fire me up inside with faith fuel
Understand that I'm a strong guy that uses his words wisely and truthfully, though it may come out as cruel 
I sought you in my dreams every night and I wake up with no one lying next to me
Tears of defeat collapse from my universe, oceanic eyes and I'm rooted to the spot like a precious tree
Our friendship broke apart like the Titanic ship 
But, despite all that, I should still get a grip 
It hurts me to leave you behind...
My mistakes puts my life at stake 
I was weeping when I noticed that I was not your kind 
You try to break me, but I have the strength to move on for my own sake
Don't play with my heart like a iPhone 
Stoned by the feelings of alown...facing the unknown...
Mind-blown by the epiphany of finally finding my place 
I'm not left without a trace...not as I expected! Now, I can keep pace 
I'm no longer a messed-up shoelace, but I'm a brand-new case

{Pre-chorus}
{Chorus}

Verse 3: 
Will I earn you back?
I'm not gonna waste time and backtrack 
I must stay on track 
Letting go is the ability that I lack 
But let go I must 
Or I'll reduce to dust
Or be like a bike full of disgusting rust
My heart is thumping...it has almost bust
Saying goodbye to the tragedies in reverse
Saying hello to the turning tables of our life - is it a gift or a curse?
Curse this feeling inside
I won't cry over the death of today...oh, not today 
I'll save my tears for another time and abide by your side
Something in me has died...don't douse me with your dragging dismay 
Your painful laughter rings in my head in repeat...I hate and love your pride
All night long, we are grinning with sunlit glee
Singing silly songs in unison, it's meant to be 
For the first time, I feel content completely 
You conquered my desires and I'm not growing tired of your presence, glowing gaily
I chased all my demons away 
I invited angels to make my day 

{Pre-chorus}

Chorus: Your saving grace, your healing trace 
Touched my hands and I'm longing for your embrace
I want to see your spectacular face
Your eyes twinkle like planet Mars 
In the universe of underestimated beauty 
You zip through my mind like a thousand cars
You are the freeway to my soul that was in this burdensome captivity 
Addicted to the appeal
Love the way you make me feel
Overwhelming my senses but it's no big deal
Your steel spirit encouraged mine to turn the wheel 
To the road of paradise
You're the key to the castle of shameless happiness
And that's something I prize,
Not something I despise...do me a favor and drive away my distress

Bridge: I can't keep up with your fast-pace mind
I must be blind, but I don't mind being left behind 
I've learned my lesson...you're the treasure that was a fantastic find
I can't keep you because you shattered my soul like the mirror before me...your words weren't kind 
Oh no, not kind...not my kind of words 
Release me like caged-up, absurd birds...
Put me to the test
I will try my best 
I will outscore the rest
I will wear my victory like my favorite vest 
Silent wars has just begun
I'm fighting for the shining son to shine on me like the sun 
Don't desert me 
Don't abandon me 
I breathe you 
I believe in you 
Don't...don't leave me in the dust of my past
Don't...don't forget about me when you run so fast
Hoping you and I can be together forever - a time that shouldn't last 
Don't waste away, my sympathy symphony 
Don't be murder the day, nasty little negativity 
Waiting for you to come home...hoping you'll safely make it home
I will heal and mend your tattered and torn soul
Put your head up and confidently roam...I'm the waves of the sea and you're the pretty foam 
I will sprinkle salt and pepper upon your distasteful flavor...
Miracles in disguise will make you feel whole and our love from above will take its sweet toll

Copyright © J. W. Earnings | Year Posted 2015


Long poem by J. W. Earnings | Details |

Aloha

Hello? Are you there today?
Have I scared you away?
Spent my whole teenage life, 
Preparing for this day of strife 
To say my goodbye's
To your love-me-not lies
Oh well, oh well
I'm not saying farewell
Where do you dwell?
In Earth's heaven-hell,
Going pellmell in your shell?

Aloha...see you later,alligator 
Aloha...be a lover, not a hater 
Goodbye got hellod
Hello got goodbyed

Wretched water dripping on wood...good in the hood...
The mistress's Misery left Misunderstood...grew up in a ghetto neighborhood
You're out of my life Without a doubt...now, I'm roaming this lonely, radiantless route 
You let out your victory, relief-struck Shout...and I pout about until you are Xed out of the to-do list
You have broken our daily Vows
With your someday's and somehow's 
Fans surround me as I am on the stage with bravery out of its cage - that's the image I get in my head...you will be missed...I will wear you on my wrist

Tattoo your love on my heart
Leave your prints in my mind 
The moment I start to break apart,
You are a treasure that leaves me blind...
I don't mind 
Being left behind
As long as you're mine
Our love, sublime and serpentine 

Aloha...see you later,alligator 
Aloha...be a lover, not a hater 
Goodbye got hellod
Hello got goodbyed 

Wretched water dripping on wood...good in the hood...
The mistress's Misery left Misunderstood...grew up in a ghetto neighborhood
You're out of my life Without a doubt...now, I'm roaming this lonely, radiantless route 
You let out your victory, relief-struck Shout...and I pout about until you are Xed out of the to-do list
You have broken our daily Vows
With your someday's and somehow's 
Fans surround me as I am on the stage with bravery out of its cage - that's the image I get in my head...you will be missed...I will wear you on my wrist

Cool it
I know you're pissed off like a hornet out of his nest 
I admit -
You were running the race with disgraced grace and I was being an arrogant pest
I was just trying my best to pass the test...
Confidence went too high, now I bumped into my awful, below-humility low
With open arms, with remorse that soars in me like a negative dove-crow

Aloha...see you later,alligator 
Aloha...be a lover, not a hater 
Goodbye got hellod
Hello got goodbyed 

Wretched water dripping on wood...good in the hood...
The mistress's Misery left Misunderstood...grew up in a ghetto neighborhood
You're out of my life Without a doubt...now, I'm roaming this lonely, radiantless route 
You let out your victory, relief-struck Shout...and I pout about until you are Xed out of the to-do list
You have broken our daily Vows
With your someday's and somehow's 
Fans surround me as I am on the stage with bravery out of its cage - that's the image I get in my head...you will be missed...I will wear you on my wrist

We were on each other's team a while back 
Until you ruined my self-esteem in a gleam of a flashlight
Now, we are fighting against each other...we are train that got off track
Until God put us back together again, making our night a daylight 
We did go through a mighty flight
We were roaming far from home, a chaotic mirth   
After mere plight, we saw the light 
We were in the universe until we landed on Earth 
You are behind me like the rest...keep your head up above the surface and you'll soon pass life's somewhat difficult test 
Keep pace with my heart beats...I must confess that I tried my best and it felt as if my heart was thumping against my chest 

Aloha...see you later,alligator 
Aloha...be a lover, not a hater 
Goodbye got hellod
Hello got goodbyed 

Wretched water dripping on wood...good in the hood...
The mistress's Misery left Misunderstood...grew up in a ghetto neighborhood
You're out of my life Without a doubt...now, I'm roaming this lonely, radiantless route 
You let out your victory, relief-struck Shout...and I pout about until you are Xed out of the to-do list
You have broken our daily Vows
With your someday's and somehow's 
Fans surround me as I am on the stage with bravery out of its cage - that's the image I get in my head...you will be missed...I will wear you on my wrist

Long time, no see, you bittersweet mourner 
You left me in the abstract abyss to burn and freeze in the back burner...you never considered me like those untouched library books 
Why don't you make it up to her? Why so unsure?
You are a worthless dot to my memory the instant you deserted me...you act like you're in a coma when we exchanged looks 
 
Aloha...see you later,alligator 
Aloha...be a lover, not a hater 
Goodbye got hellod
Hello got goodbyed 

Wretched water dripping on wood...good in the hood...
The mistress's Misery left Misunderstood...grew up in a ghetto neighborhood
You're out of my life Without a doubt...now, I'm roaming this lonely, radiantless route 
You let out your victory, relief-struck Shout...and I pout about until you are Xed out of the to-do list
You have broken our daily Vows
With your someday's and somehow's 
Fans surround me as I am on the stage with bravery out of its cage - that's the image I get in my head...you will be missed...I will wear you on my wrist

You gave me a goodbye so rude I don't deserve such maltreatment 
Let's have the attitude of gratitude
Unpredictable, weather-like sentiments is what I feel, but it's no big deal...It doesn't matter anymore the moment you expressed your resentment 
A victim to your hatred
You are an unforgivable dread
You are gonna be forgotten 
In my memory, you are rotten

Copyright © J. W. Earnings | Year Posted 2015


Long poem by Debbie Guzzi | Details |

Corpus delicti

Close your ears, close your eyes and pray to me for, as close as this, you may never get to God. What immortals have you hoped to see? What espirit de corp have you longed for? Who will guide your earthly plod? Kiss me for I have kissed the lips of Lestat, nipped and pricked, punctured and sucked to husks, occasionally with regret, but more often lust's ascot what once was I, reveling in your taste, your musk. As Louis, I beguile with tawdry tales surreal visages of plantation nights, horror of the color green, Letiche roaming creatures who our trails conceal, the true demons whose glamour goes unseen. Yes, I prayed for death, wrapped in the pain of lost kin but, by God I never wished, I never wished for Him. 2 But, by God, I never wished, I never wished for Him. Eternity alone is such a hollow thing, unripe, never, ever, feeling full, a marrow-less bone, scrim- shaw's sorry surface, a sperm-less whale to pipe. Such as this was He, when him came to me that mid- night, pleading, bleeding, ever feeding morbid life. A cameo on cowry shell, with skin which bid the touch of cheek on cheek to assuage my grief to fill the brother-less gap the lack of wife. This is how he lured me to the kill, the blood spilled how fire and innocence flamed when he arrived. Do not hate me for the fate his kiss instilled Surely, a family is the normal thing to long for alive or dead to long for an espirit de corp. 3 Alive or dead to long for an espirit de corp crestfallen at the lack of hearth and home, pride we hidden monsters kill what we adore, and more ... leaving us in marble crypts with no warmth inside. Then He saw her, the child beside the corpse of mother half dead, the pox upon her face, amidst the tears certainly to save her was His goal, what other? But now I think her savior - a most foul affair. Claudia, the child eternal, bidding, unformed blight, monster among monsters, her wee wicked formed unbudded curdled, curling ever inward, a trickster charming night stalker, dragging porcelain dollies by her side. Daughter mine? Temptress, maker-killer, unformed bride have you killed your father, dumped him in a swampy hide? 4 Have you killed your father, dumped Him in a swampy hide? Years you've planned and plotted, Lestat to defy and I absorbed in misspent fantasy with you; my fate allied. Damned one, poisoner, death angel, do you deny the desecration of the His unmoving vessel, fed to the fishes, the bottom feeders, oh but He made do ... absorbed recaste, laid in wait each hungry cell. We fled the patricide, you and I sought others of our kind. What gruesome, ill bred misfits the world held and so hardening the unbeating heart ... beloved to mankind we returned as if compelled. To the core of life and lore to Paree, to the bloody stage the Theatre des Vampires is home. Mockery's the rage. 5 The Theatre des Vampires is home. Mockery's the rage. Do you see them now? Four hundred years and Armand has not changed. See them lure the human meat upstage with laughter. Reality's the rage and oh the blood coined. "How gauche!" our petite Claudia sighs, the excess in gore and waste. But, the coven has my Armand's grace. For Claudia, Madeleine the doll maker dies, reborn to mother the horrific woman 'neath this childish face. A family formed again when Lestat steps in alive and the coven lets the sun take Claudia and Madeleine. I entombed, walled in, buried alive, if not for my Armand. Their ashes, oh my dears, in death entwined. I burned the lot of them within their caskets, burnt alive; the curtain fell yet there was still Armand and I. 6 The curtain fell yet there was still Armand and I. I could nor forget, would not forget, the fate of Claudia of which he was no small part, it was a small lust easily untied. Home was all I wanted, the damp, the swamp, the bougainvillea sickened of my Old World haunts, all I wanted was home. Never, never would I make another, a comfort I decline. Let the modern age wonder where it is I roam; penance unearned and ungiven in the shadows I hide. I can not live, I can not breathe, death's my only company my wife, my child, my brother, so many others. The living dead is what we're called, Vampire, do you pity me? Lestat "Do you see me? Your sight I dread!" West coast, golden gates Baghdad by the bay in the bars I linger where men are men, aren't they? 7 In the bars, I linger, where men are men, aren't they? I find you here, or you find me? I bare my soul to you of lessons learned, of men, of plays, ah cabarets. "What do you do, what do you say, you writer you ... two footed harridan of clay? You long for the eternal kiss as if the bliss of life was so very little to pay. Fool that you are ... not in life or death would you be grist a waste you are, a mortal led so far astray. No passion's left, no fond memories ... but her golden hair. Perhaps, I'll take a taste of you, foolish fop, and sigh; no immortal will I make. On the floor, I will leave you there refuse beside the pages, the sordid tales as my reply. As my lips close on your throat, heaven's absentee, close your ears, close your eyes and pray to me.

Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2014


Long poem by J. W. Earnings | Details |

The Inception: God is Alwayz Good -part 2-

Was I ever handsome in God’s eyes? When will I take…take…
When will I take flight?
I’m counting the days to see you fly so gracefully…in the aqua-blue sky
I can’t wait to see you take wing and embrace the sun rays
My heart has been reduced to tears many-a-time…my love, why…oh why…
Take my hand…give yourself a rest from the worries of countless yesterdays
I can’t bear the thought of you, losing grip of reality
Your eyes are bottling up tears of the years of pain-staking regrets
Glory crowns the Lord of Accord…we need to look up to Him one way…
Or another…I won’t bother to open up another door of disappointment
Yet, I have this need to say sorry to Him for neglecting His word today…
Rinse away the blood of the innocent 
From your hands…
Grand lands fight against each other…I weep some more
Understand…that change is a challenging chore
Look up at the sky…
Your gaze will fixate on the shooting stars tonight
Give me the will to fly
Was I ever handsome in God’s eyes? When will I take…take…
When will I take flight?
I got so mad…I-I got so impatient...I got so out of control, obviously losing control…I got so tired…of facing the fact that I’ve been out of place, stuck in place, frozen in place…until God set me free and made me free His star in space…I’m free…wearing sunlit glee…no longer wearing an upside down smile…God, thank you for allowing me to run the extra mile…please stay for awhile…I’m sorry that I-I gave up…I gave in to my addiction…I’m ashamed and naked now…drowning in never-ending sorrow seas…I don’t regret the reason why I love you, Lord of Accord – come back to me…come back to me…I didn’t mean to stomp over You like a mat…I was fattened way too much by sins and pleasures of this life…the disdainful, confuzzling past drove me insane…I can’t bear this burden anymore…I need to let go and stop bringing you down…come back to me…come back to me…I’m as needy as a new-born infant…
I need to drink the milk of Your spirit…nourish me with Your pure Words of WiSdOm
 Rinse away the blood of the innocent 
From your hands…
Grand lands fight against each other…I weep some more
Understand…that change is a challenging chore
Look up at the sky…
Your gaze will fixate on the shooting stars tonight
Give me the will to fly
Was I ever handsome in God’s eyes? When will I take…take…
When will I take flight?
I believe I have the answer behind being bewildered in my maze…
…Okay…the reason I let You down is because I haven’t been faithful to You at all…and gave in to the lusts of committing adultery…and I languish…I languish…I reckon Your words…but I haven’t kept them to heart, yet I’ll meet up to Your standards one way or another – but failure is all I knew all of my life…I was alone for so many years…set me free… set me free…leave me be, sins…sins…my young heart weeps insanely…I’m beating myself up for the mistakes I made in the past – if only I haven’t laid my eyes on scenes that consist of sex….I shouldn’t have done that…I’ve been chained to this apprehension and these pangs of pain that lead me to my inner distruction for oh so long…but I must let it go…and let the knowledge repeat in my heart forevermore…I’ll learn it by heart
Rinse away the blood of the innocent 
From your hands…
Grand lands fight against each other…I weep some more
Understand…that change is a challenging chore
Look up at the sky…
Your gaze will fixate on the shooting stars tonight
Give me the will to fly
Was I ever handsome in God’s eyes? When will I take…take…
When will I take flight?
I need to dismiss the distractions…
I need to quit feeding the fire 
I thought sex was a beautiful art…it somewhat fulfilled my satisfactions…
Of my heartless desire…desire…
PUT OUT THE FIRE….
I’ll say my prayers as the chorus of screams bleed through my mind’s eye
I call shotgun…drive the car, Lord of Accord – restore peace to my verse, drive me to the lane of Your Holy Spirit and its blissful blessings of plenty…miracles and curses have hit me in every corner…I rely on you, Driver…I love you, Father…Father…Father… I hope you can forgive me for all of the things I’ve done…I’ve tried to throw away these anxieties…that banged at my skull…crack open my writing abilities and let my inspiration unleash itself
I rest my head on Your pillow…but I got to get dressed and clean up
Rinse away the blood of the innocent 
From your hands…
Grand lands fight against each other…I weep some more
Understand…that change is a challenging chore
Look up at the sky…
Your gaze will fixate on the shooting stars tonight
Give me the will to fly
Was I ever handsome in God’s eyes? When will I take…take…
When will I take flight?
You made me strong enough and I feel Your love toughen me up and clothe me…you know…let your affectionate heart grow and let your light show
I wish I could’ve gone with the flow…
Let Your healings show…I know…I’m worthless and slow…
Retarded…unlovable…tainted with lies…my mind’s overflowing with negativity and low self-esteem comments…I was that icon of self-indulgence as Amy Lee sings in her song entitled Everybody’s Fool in that epic band by the name of Evanescence

Copyright © J. W. Earnings | Year Posted 2014


Long poem by KAYOD5 Kayode | Details |

Baby brot bringer

Incredible! Where could little girl of her age be going under this cold weather at this hour barefootedly and bareheadedly?What could have sent a poor girl she was to street with just oversized slippers she inherited form her mother, poor enough, jettisoned on this two line express road?These and many more were  concerns that agitated my mind.I therefore chose to spy or should i say monitor her;i wanted to know where she would enter and possibly  who she was,stealthily i followed her.It appeared she knew where she was going,the poor girl walked straight without betraying any sign of  lost of destination.Exactly  twenty minutes now that I had been following her,we had passed many streets:Macualy street, Kingsway  and the popular Lord Lugard Avenue yet she moved on.It was at the junction between Broard street and UAC that she forked right; she looked back,i quickly blocked her view as i hid me behind one abandoned lorry in my front,she did not see me. It took us another ten minutes before she suddenly stopped,in her front now was  the city refuse dump were disused items were deposited; she rolled up her cloth and brought out a  jute sack; she opened the sack and brought out a sickle and moved with a zeal to the hill of garbage. I stood behind a container that was put there long time ago by the Council for refuse collection,it was now overfilled           with refuse and this gave me an advantage to hide behind it without been seen by the girl;needless to say how stinking it was,yet i befriended it,it was the only shield i needed now. For almost an hour she was searching through the hill ,it was not too easy for her; first,it was almost dark now, again, the whole hill had been covered with snow but she was using the sickle to wipe away the white substance anywhere she suspected that what she was looking for was. As she was searching she was picking somethings and dropping them in the sack which  was now  half-full . Again, she bent down but this time she did not pick anything rather she dropped the sickle in her hand and began to look at her sole, within few seconds she started coming down from the hill; what could have happened to her sole? At the base of the hill she sat down and held tightly her sole,now I could see her clearer,drops of blood were flowing down off her heel. I could now longer hide myself,i was moved by the sadness that appeared on her innocent face,poor still, she did not know what to do.
I quickly ran to her,she was shocked to see me but still held tightly  her sole. I did not waste  time on introduction but went straight to ask her what had happened to her sole,she told me a broken bottle had cut her there. I bent down to look at the cut,it was not too deep,but deep enough to  affect the poor girl if something was not quickly done. Luckily  i had a nylon- water on me, i opened it, washed the cut and bound it with a new handkerchief I had earlier bought to use the following day when I would be attending the first church service of the year. It was not a perfect first aid but a non perfect  aid was better than none . Now I asked her who she was and what was she doing where we were. She introduced herself as Lisa, nine years and that she was looking for plastics and other polythene materials that she could sell at recycling factory. I asked why she had to do that  she said she and her grandmother had not even a brot at home and if she did not do this certainly they would be starved.  Wondering why she should be responsible for that i pressed , "what about your parents?" " My mother had been abducted by the terrorists who  killed my father and my two brothers three years ago."  Big air escaped my nostrils as I became rock-still with this unpalatable bombshell. Seconds later I gathered myself,brought Lisa up and told her I would help her back home. She thanked me for the help but insisted that she would not be going home now,she must first go to the factory to exchange her stock for money. " it is too late Lisa, i don't think any factory will still be opened by now,besides you now have a cut on your sole", i explained. "The pay master in the factory had promised to wait for me till 10pm, i already had stock with him ,i just needed to add some weight to reach the required purchase-level,i must not fail on my terms lest he loses the confidence that for more than two years now,he has in me ; besides, grandma", she paused as if she remembered a thing, " tomorrow is new year, i have promised her good meal tomorrow" ; her voice cracked as if she wanted to cry,emotion envloped me as the word grandama reverbrated in my ears; my mind wandered about : poor girl,wretched old woman; how many millions of Lisa and her grandma were out there for the stupidity of some? My eyes became red and urge filled my mind,the zeal to confront terrorism,the joy of Christmas and new year in me evaporated; what was merriment of Christmas with millions of Lisa there? What was happiness of new year with millions of her grandma in our World?

Copyright © KAYOD5 Kayode | Year Posted 2014


Long poem by J. W. Earnings | Details |

SO Far Away

I Stumble Upon My
Words – I’m
speechless
We were so far away
from each
other…I-I-I’m one
with
r-regret…f-feeling
incomplete…
I thought our love
was as worthless as
the debris…
You smoked me out
like a cigarette…and
y-you left me on the
filthy, messed-up
street…
I thought your kind
of “freedom” would
set us free…
From the rusty
chains, placed in
captivity…

I’ll find a way to
get you back for
another few years
But, I’d be
lying…don’t bottle
up the tears…
Talk with me, for we
are by each other’s
side…the words
escape my chapped
lips
We were so far
apart; now, we’re
both trying to get
our grips…
I thought your kind
of “freedom” would
set us free…
From the rusty
chains, not even
close to vitality 

We were so far away
from each
other…I-I-I’m one
with
r-regret…f-feeling
incomplete…
I thought our love
was as worthless as
the debris…
You smoked me out
like a cigarette…and
y-you left me on the
filthy, messed-up
street…
Do you realize how
much pain you’ve
caused me?
We all wanted love,
but for the wrong
reasons…
Our relationship
changed like seasons
to seasons
I thought your kind
of “freedom” would
set us free…
From the rusty
chains that puts our
crazed hearts on a
leash...living in
misery...

We exchange
passionate, graceful
looks...I don’t know
what I’m fighting
for
Lonely & insecure
like the wolf, jaded
by his pack
heartlessly
Blindly walking the
road of recovery…I
need something to
live for…and more…
We all want you back
– we were all in
agreement, seeking
freedom eagerly
I thought your kind
of “freedom” would
set us free…
From the rusty
chains, beildered to
the extreme...here
shall e flee? 

We were so far away
from each
other…I-I-I’m one
with
r-regret…f-feeling
incomplete…
I thought our love
was as worthless as
the debris…
You smoked me out
like a cigarette…and
y-you left me on the
filthy, messed-up
street…
Do you realize how
much pain you’ve
caused me?
We all wanted love,
but for the wrong
reasons…
Our relationship
changed like seasons
to seasons
I thought your kind
of “freedom” would
set us free…
From the rusty
chains - I'm rotting
like a starved tree 

I’ll find a way to
get you back for
another few
years…I’d do
anything to have you
cuddle with me in
the blankets of
benevolent adoration
But, I’d be lying to
myself…don’t bottle
up the tears…don’t
cower away, getting
picked on by
countless fears and
nightmares…I’ll try
not to collapse into
the ditch of
frustration
Blindly walking the
road of recovery…I
need something to
live for…and more…
We all want you back
– we were all in
agreement…we yearned
for liberty…but
change is a
challenging chore!
I thought your kind
of “freedom” would
set us free…
From the rusty
chains...or e'll be
spellbound for
eternity

We were so far away
from each
other…I-I-I’m one
with
r-regret…f-feeling
incomplete…
I thought our love
was as worthless as
the debris…
You smoked me out
like a cigarette…and
y-you left me on the
filthy, messed-up
street…
Do you realize how
much pain you’ve
caused me?
We all wanted love,
but for the wrong
reasons…
Our relationship
changed like seasons
to seasons
I thought your kind
of “freedom” would
set us free…
From the rusty
chains - don't
mention our
fatality...our
unfortunate reality
that bos don to
tragedy like slaves
to their
master...hat a
pity...pity...
 
Whisper in my ears,
for I trust every
word that you utter
as long as you
remain faithful to
me and be loyal and
honest, friend…the
words escape my
chapped lips
We were so far apart
long ago; now, we’re
both trying to get
our grips…
We exchange
heartfelt, friendly
bear hugs...now, I
know what I’m
stronger than I
realize
I was once lonely &
insecure like a
weeping wolf, jaded
by his pack suddenly
I thought your kind
of “freedom” would
set us free…
From the rusty
chains...I feel
guilty for loving
you ith plastic love
rapped around my
heart...ith ruby
delight and golden
revenge ith a
sprinkle of sugar
and spice...no, I'm
figuring out ho to
get out of my on
maze, so graze in
your on maze, my
fallen angel of
Lamentation & the
aftershocks of
it...it's not that
pretty...believe
me...me...

Our pride and
confidence will
passed away at some
degree
Do you realize how
much pain you’ve
caused me?
We all wanted love,
but for the wrong
reasons…
I’m trying to get
over you…I must
forgive you
willingly
B-but, our
relationship changed
like seasons to
seasons
I Can’t Fathom The
Thought of you in
distress
You promised
perpetual “freedom”
that ould bring us
the Promise Land
I'm laying don in
ashes of
disheartening
regret...this
feeling of remorse
is not that
grand...don't you
understand my side
of the story? Do you
kno here I stand? I
NEED GOD'S HELPING
HAND...

Copyright © J. W. Earnings | Year Posted 2014


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Inception: Lighten Up my Load - Collab with Mikey part 7

I esteem your presence
Glowing with glee 
At times, you do say things without thinking 
I’m the god of distress – 
You’re leaving me breathless 
Cutting me down like I’m some decaying tree
You don’t see how much you make me…
Guilty for your crimes
Taking the blame about a hundredth time 
Oh baby, I won't be buying into your product of pleasure beyond measure...
Your kind of love was a curse from the very beginning, not a therapeutic remedy or a cure
To be honest, you are a waste of time and downright worthless...
All I can do, at the time, was cherish our time spent together, for it was remarkably priceless.
You were brought back to life and renewed faith, hope and love!
Thank the Lord of Accord you came back to me
You told me that you were ensnared by stranger ravens and crafty little crows; I earnestly prayed that you’d be safe and sound, for you were my one and only exquisite, snow-white dove
you helped me cope with the dreadful storms of the deep and you pushed me to trek the mountains of exhilarating heights through the luminous days – I was drenched in my own sweat
But, I recall what you’ve said to me a few years back:
“There is a rainbow after a rainstorm…there is glory and prosperity of plenty after struggling through the debris of melancholy” – I was carrying loads and loads of anguish and apprehension that has piled upon me forever it seemed; you really lightened up my load, though there were days that were dry and wet
Bringing me back to what I once was – the beautiful leaf-abundant tree
Once again, I am reawakening from my damaging depression that triggered destruction in my mindset – now, I’m entering an instructive, priceless, constructive phase of life…a brand new season – I’m alive! Now, it’s time to thrive and I’m feeling the bottomless sensation to uproot me free
Your job is to water me thoroughly and daily – 
Can’t you see that I was growing triumphantly and favorably? 
Try with all your might…try your best
To stay optimistic and fervent 
I believe that you’ll pass the test
Be upbeat, kindhearted and jubilant  
I appreciate the words you wrote on my notebook…
Sometimes, I feel like leftovers left on the counter…
I’m a rotten mess – you’re leaving me as if I’m an uninteresting book 
Sometimes, I feel like a coward – I don’t mean to bother…
I won’t cower when I see you, reaching to heaven’s height above the sky-scrapers – I would rather have you in power
Remember this – success is like milk in the refrigerator – after a week or two, it becomes sour and loses its scrumptious flavor by the hour
So, do me a favor, oh Lord of Accord and give me miracles and gifts that I can afford
And sprinkle salt and pepper upon my distasteful flavor – does that ring a chord?
He healed me from the boredom disease
He put my heart, mind, body, mind and spirits at ease
Please…oh please…
Uproot me free
And let me sway with the blessed breeze – I pray that we will stand tall through it all and catch us when we fall
Together, in unison, we will embrace the wings of fantastic flight and keenly flee during nightfall
And…if you need a few sheets of paper to right on, 
Use me like a notebook instead…and write with all your might
It seems as if you read me…like a book that drags on and on…yesterday is gone, so look forward to tomorrow’s dawn 
Use me as your tool of relaxation… and read me all night  
I’ll tattoo lines of priceless delight
I’ll be your coping mechanism all day and night
So, please don’t be afraid, for God is near
Have no fear, for God’s Kingdom is almost here
Steer you way towards rapturous, rapid streams of hope, cleansing away any trace of humiliation and fear   
When morbid thoughts enter your brain,
I pray that your train
Of thought gets on track, so that you can refrain
From driving your mind insane…affirmative assurance if what you need now and forever…this will help you remain sane for a while longer and it will drive away the remorse’s rain!
When you wrote those words of elated, selfless, kindhearted words in my notebook…
It made my day…you’re such a delight 
Like reading a fascinating, classic book…you got me hooked with your nursery rhymes…you enchanted me with your attitude of gratitude and just by your mere look
You lit up my day…you lifted me higher than a kite
Thank the Lord of Accord that I sought the light at the end of the abyss-swarming tunnel
I fell into the arms of peace-abiding angels and ran away from the chaos-brewing devils
The wolves in sheep’s clothing…was trying to sugarcoat their hate with love
But, I know the difference between a hideous, vulgar vulture and a pure white, serene dove!

Copyright © J. W. Earnings | Year Posted 2014


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Stimulation: Paradise of Passion

Paradise of passion has dawned upon my mind of my once dusked mindset (desired future of peace that has transformed my mind that was of darkness for the better) 
I'm envious of others' ecstasy for some reason still unknown to me and it gets me awfully upset, which leads to ridiculous regret 

Sensitive by the spooky darkness you mused about - you've spoke with me about them many times
A thousand times, I've listened to your nonsense babbling...the clock of wisdom and a logical understanding behind it chimes (understanding wise sayings when someone speaks foolishly)

Don't think ill of me because I am attempting to do what's best
Rumors of me have spread like a cancer in my skin, making me feel afraid beyond control 
Don't fail me with an F, professor of pleasure - I just detest your test (not accepting authority as of education-wise)
I keep on assuming that I know the solutions to some of their problems, but I can't cheat them into the snare of I'll-always-be-there - I'm overwhelmed somewhat as a whole more or less...my skull is banging with irritably that catches on fire like crow-black coal 

I gotta tell you that anger-inspired disheartenment has taken its toll in my life 

Dreams that I've dreamt flood into my mind at last and I can explain it with my unspeakable speech 
I never understood the meaning of life until God has set me free from fear and anxiety 
Gleaming glory was hard to reach until my hopes were ascended like the sunset at the beach
Funny that you never knew exactly where I stood until I spoke to you in private, drawing you away from the commotion crowd that is of glee obscurity (happiness that's full of uncertainty and of unknown reasons) 

Know that I'm genuine in what I say...
What I do has made me look rebellious in every single way
I apologize for being a foolish boy that tried to fulfill my temporary lusts that turn to dust in the long run (worthless as a whole) 

Don't seek me in times of trouble...you told me I was untrustworthy in your speech that I don't beseech at all 
I'm not wise...and you're not the fool, so don't just make assumptions that I'm drunk off of the wine of I'm-fine-and-you're-not-fine (I don't judge irreverently, so don't think that I do)
Predicting the future in a negative way did me no good obviously...
You're so oblivious of my insane pain in my heart...I can now see to a somewhat high degree 

You don't know my mind and I don't know yours
You sit around at home and I do endless chores
I'm trying to get your attention I longed to get
But, all this tension we have in our relationship, frankly, is building up like unpaid debt

I'm scared for your well-being...
Ignorance doesn't necessarily belong to a narcissistic being (meaning being unaware doesn't mean you're self-seeking)
Just know that I've saved you from future heartache and what I did was a mistake...
It wasn't for the sake of misleading you into being with me...these leaves just need a rake (my mess just needs a cleaning)

Don't keep your distance from me...
I want you back in my life 
I'll say what I need to say and take action...
Jealousy will not wear me down as it did lately
I'm jealous because I want, but I can't give...I need doubts to die, but I need to let live (in other words, I need to move on with no worry in mind) 

I lie awake for your acceptance time and time again

I cheated death many times in my life
Suicidal thoughts have only led to strife
Deep inside, I want to cry because the positivity that I try to think up on gets drowned by poorly-built guilt 
Things are getting outta hand all the time I say the wrong words that I don't mean to say...all I say is not always heartfelt - my flowers of flourishing hopes and joyous mopes wilt (positivity turns into negativity) 

Complicated dilemmas I watch on television
It was never my intention to gaze away at my procrastinated decision (meaning I didn't mean to distract myself from doing something important)

Dyslexia put me in fear
Writing this has made me shed a tear
Because all that I hold dear
Is pretty much gone from my grasp 
God is near to repair me until I'm faithfully functional again...so, here I am...I am waiting for your awed gasp (meaning waiting for someone's approval) 

Genius pervertedness floods society's system...switched into the mindset of keep calm and go with the program
I am used as a gem, then abused by the signs of their corruption, taking advantage of me - I am still God's wandering lamb

Copyright © J. W. Earnings | Year Posted 2016


Long poem by Robert Ronnow | Details |

Chinese Sonnets

I

These days I forgive myself everything. After all
I'm alone and unhappy so I give myself a little treat
whenever possible. On summer nights I remember
the good women who loved me but live with their husbands now.

This is not an easy life but I'm not afraid. Despair
leads me to talk too much about myself rather than
be transcendent. I trade push for shove with the world
and sitting above the river feel I could move the globe.

If I could stay out here on the roof all day,
get stoned and read the I Ching, write a few lines
and forget my troubles, I could be happy
today. Then I would go to work tomorrow.

But I rise at dawn and drink some orange juice.
It is good with ice. Buy a newspaper going to the train.


II

In this lousy life we work five days a week.
An Indian could gather a week's food in three days
and go swimming in the hot afternoon. The pleasure
civilization offers is a drive past fast food joints
on Merrick Avenue to a sea food restaurant in Freeport.

Almost everyone I know is dissatisfied with life
as we have been pressed into it. The system gives us
cancer and heart attacks and repressed sexuality when
I was born to be sensuous and enjoy another's body.
Instead I slug the world and the world slugs back.

I have five minutes to finish this poem. I remember
the smooth women I have known, remaining in bed
all morning. Our big ambitions are our curse.
We uphold our end of the society.


III

While it's true that I'm not happy, I'm very amused
at the craziness I have let myself in for.
Hopefully it's only one year of sleeping in my clothes
without a woman and drinking plenty of wine after work.

I listen to someone start a car downstairs, but that
is not my world, nor do I know any of these eight million
I live beside in the crotch of many waters. Above
Broadway Saturday, the geese fly south for winter.

This morning, in twenty minutes, I will go downstairs wearing
a shirt and tie and jacket and carrying a briefcase.
I will tear myself from the pleasures of tea and breakfast
to arrive at the office where each day my happiness is challenged.

I accepted humanity as a natural part of nature. When
I did that I had to pay the rent and get a job, too.


IV

A famous samurai crosses a plain in winter
looking for work. He comes to a farm community
but the farmers have no use for his skills. So
he removes his swordbelt and sets to work digging.

It is temporary employment while the seasons change.
The sky is gray and all of the women are occupied
warming their homes. None look up from their work
except to glance at the strong samurai digging.

Why is he digging in the frozen ground? The poet
knows little about farming and less about fighting.
He has put the samurai to work at a pointless task.
It is too early in the year to begin digging.

Nobody pities the pointless samurai or gives him food.
He ties on his sword and starts chopping wood.


V

These bird songs, this January morning, I look
for a way out of life. The Texas woman tells Marc
stories about the football players she's ****ed.

Although I complain like a blue jay about it, life
has accepted me. Walking uptown with Stephanie it's clear
how much the Empire State Building I've become.

Nevertheless, we make our own decisions. To fight war
or not. They are all my friends, I work for their success,
but choose my poison independently. For me, laziness
and anonymity when I could have been a star.

Newspapers indicate there is much to discuss besides myself
but the Muse seems to disagree. My few friends and the age
will look quaint as a daguerreotype in the light
of the holocaust. I kiss the girl of my dreams.


VI

Again it is almost Spring. It gives me only pain
to think back on past Springs when I seem to have been
someone else. The people who lived then live today
in the same bodies but changed in every other way.

Of course I must continue, with or without good humor.
What was amusing in my youth, that God's finger
could move me to another square, now makes me fear
old friends who are dead to me and yet still here.

The veil of life is thin if one doesn't believe in mystery.
Frequently it blows and reveals the thickening body,
alone, without a soul. One hopes for a consort who
through her own pain has become gentle and simple too.

If only I could share this life with a good wife.
But she would only be unhappy and bring me grief.





Copyright © Robert Ronnow | Year Posted 2015


Long poem by J. W. Earnings | Details |

The Insane Lane

You healed me…you saved me with a kind, kind heart of sympathy
With well-spoken words (and you deleted the history of my endless rage)
Of empathetic wisdom and positivity…erasing the negativity and rehearsing accord in my mind of past grief and poverty
My tension releases like a billion birds (out of his ribcage)

You dragged me down with bad news…
You had everything to lose…
I had so little to win for…
But, you made me have this bruise
In my heart…you hit me to the core…
With cheerfulness and affection 
In my young, hopeless, genuine heart,
You are my illuminated night – show me some direction!
I was that dim light bulb from the start

Catch me before I fall
To tell you the truth, I have tried to stand tall
And give it my all…just answer my call
My heart is pounding in appall

Pound to the rhythm of my heart x8

Oh, I am going insane
Anxiety and curiosity brewing in my brain

Going insane…
Driving in another dark lane
You were loved
In the bottom of my heart
You were in chains in my heart
I tried to smile bright tonight
I wish you were gone in my life
I tried so hard…to take wing in the light
I wish you the best in life…
I pray for peace to murder the strife

You’re my – 
You’re my sunrise
You are – 
You are the one I prize
I am – 
I am the sunset in your eyes
I am – 
I am the nightfall before your eyes…
I unveil my beauty and I memorize
Every word you utter…
Your words – as smooth as butter 

Catch me before I fall
To tell you the truth, I have tried to stand tall
And give it my all…just answer my call
My heart is pounding in appall

Pound to the rhythm of my heart x8

Oh, I am going insane
Anxiety and curiosity brewing in my brain

And now I’m…
Now I’m…
I can’t say it…
I’m chained to this pit…
Of shame…
Without a name…

Going insane…
Driving in another dark lane
You were loved
In the bottom of my heart
You were in chains in my heart
I tried to smile bright tonight
I wish you were gone in my life
I tried so hard…to take wing in the light
I wish you the best in life…
I pray for peace to murder the strife

I’ve lost the race, 
I haven’t passed the test
But I’ll keep trying (trying)
Though, I’m frankly dying x3 (flying)
I’ll make it up to you, radiant friend of mine
Wipe off the grime from my face…this anger and envy becomes serpentine
To my heart…to my young, once-innocent heart

Pound to the rhythm of my heart x4
I tried to keep pace with the rhythm of my heart
Pound to the rhythm of my heart x4
I’m rolling in the deathcart…into the abyss, I go…take heart, foes that drag me down to the ground heartlessly… vicious night hunts me down like I’m its next prey…I pray x3 my life won’t transform into strife…blooming blasphemy in my young, anguish-whelmed heart 

Catch me before I fall
To tell you the truth, I have tried to stand tall
And give it my all…just answer my call
My heart is pounding in appall

Pound to the rhythm of my heart x8

Oh, I am going insane
Anxiety and curiosity brewing in my brain

And now I’m…
Now I’m…
I can’t say it…
I’m chained to this pit…
Of shame…
Without a name…

Going insane…
Driving in another dark lane
You were loved
In the bottom of my heart
You were in chains in my heart
I tried to smile bright tonight
I wish you were gone in my life
I tried so hard…to take wing in the light
I wish you the best in life…though it slits you like a jagged knife
I tried to search for you with all of my remaining might
I pray for peace to murder the strife…to end this miserable, chaotic life
Death isn’t in this grand land of ours 

Close the corridors of your blue eyes
Tell the truth and sift out the lies
I was black and lonely,
But, now I’m white and carrying with me the attitude of gratitude
I’m wearing an upside down frown of sunlit glee
In my heart…you hit me to the core…
But, you made me have this bruise
I had so much to win for…
You had nothing to lose…
You uplifted me with your good news

Your priceless words gave me ecstatic happiness
Your helping hands brought me out of the abysssssss
I was gravity-bound in the chambers of my mind…I was once numb…and she spit me out like tasteless, gross gum
Can’t help, but wish for God’s kingdom to come x4
You dug deep into my soul of anguish and cheer - thank you kindly for your empathetic words of wisdom

Copyright © J. W. Earnings | Year Posted 2014


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