Quivered Portraits
Picture portraits of us together in the placid plantation of peacefulness that is lit with emotionally righteous wit
Pleasant sounds fill me up and thrill me…ascends my frown into a smile
Going back to my roots in my ancient realm of thought and thoughtfulness along with it, along with it, with it
Descend after a free-fall will end up making us lose it all in denial
But, ascend forever after a fall of failure
Comprehend me constructively
I’m feeling more or less distress like a jailure
Cure me imperfectly and cleanse me
I watch you flee from fears of the unknown
I blotch out the midnight sky of all-alone
I hit the ground without a sound and I am home-bound, losing control and I can’t let go
Unless you hold me close
Unless You hold me close
I chose this demise
Don’t seek me — I’m not wise
I sought you like a prize,
Then you despise me and talk behind my back…I won’t give in to your lies any further
Blot out my sins
Oh Lord of Accord
Unravel mercy upon my fragile, torn and forlorn body of nobody’s business whatsoever
Graze in your own maze
I am sugarcoated in the haze of the heat
Yet, I am freezing from the reliance of habits that devour me alive and harm me more than good and beats me raw and bear
I just need a couple hits of the bong you are smoking on since a long time ago
Gaze into my eyes of no-lies, but I wonder why no one seeks me out like a million dollar prize
See me through the lows and highs
Someone out there…
Please
Save me from me
Feels runs me over
infinity X infinity
You’re there to rescue me from my grief that’s brief
To give me everlasting relief at last!
Just leave the past in the past — good ol’ grief
Start talking about the future and it will come to past!
Squandering my time time after time
Pondering if you’ll ever take me serious and actually consider my needs
I’m breeding blasphemed high hopes and the old news and blues of yesterday’s dismay
I’m needing some kind of relief from the grief inside that burrows inside me like a rodent that’s glistening in eagerness
I don’t know exactly why I felt like writing this jibberish
But, I wish you’d surrender to my lack of loneliness and anguish
Because I need Your joyous serenity
I don’t need self-pity and the feels of your sympathy or your hypocritical empathy
It’s unfeeling, dealing with this pangs of pain — left unhealing and unbearable unfortunately
But, wait!
God relieves me
I just had to wait up on Him
I should’ve known
His timing is the best, not ours
He grants us powers to overcome
And succumb not to wicked desires
Or irksome hurtfulness that wires our brains to self-destruct in devastation
Write with your might
If you could, can you please forgive yourself
And I will make sure to do so as well
Feels disappear and venturing into the vanishing vortex of avarice until it transforms into true, utopian understanding that leads to everlasting Life
Without that icky, ugly and revolting strife and drama like an argument between a husband and a wife
But, let’s not go there, love of mine —
I feel for you and I feel you doing good
Keep going and reach the finish line
Of the race before us like we all should
There’s so much noise…
Can’t find my quivering voice
Drowning in sheer commotion
Chaotic in oceanic motion
Copyright © J.W. Earnings | Year Posted 2024
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