something has changed,
But nothing has changed,
I feel different,
But I feel the same.
Things seem different,
But they don't,
I sense something extraordinary,
But I look around and everything is ordinary.
Is it me who's changed?
I don't know I look the same,
Something tells me I don't, may e if I look again,
Really look I might see change,
If I look deep down in side,
Oh There it is, me trying to hide,
I grab on and tug, and tug at me abit more.
But I won't budge, I won't move, I'm staying put, afraid to come out, afraid of what's outside.
It's bad enough battling the war going on in here, but it's the u predictable out there that I fear.
It's the not knowing from one day to the next, what will I be dealt with what's coming I can only guess.
I hear this and I hear that,
But i don't know what to believe? What's true?
What will the future bring for my kids, when I havnt even got a clue?
I do know the one thing I know is true,
That life's to delicate to be just ordinary it's up to me to work out what is real and somehow, I have to make it extraordinary
DARKEN WHITE CREED
Its hiding behind fake smile
Deep down not less than a mile
River of joy and sadness
Flows from the same source
Salt and fresh water
Meet at same point, later
Black and white classified
Human magnified
Can’t intertwine
Same air we dine
The race is partial
In her peak of metal
The rock’s not stable
Fair judgment isn’t edible
Our loud voice inaudible
With what meat do we feed posterity
If we don’t take responsibility
To wage this hostility
Fish and prawn delicious
Different nutrition’s
Sea food they (both) are
The darken voice should be heard abit
By he that appear to be light
Under same roof we were born
Into same earth, we shall (all) return
This color black, us.
It couldn’t be a curse
The almighty has it cause.
R-eading
H-abit
E-levates
A-ptitude
N-icely
O-perating
T-he
A-byss
Topic: Birthday of Rhea Nota (March 31)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Hope
From the day God moulded man,
To the moment He gave him breath,
And still this hope,
Doesn't age abit.
Hope
The one thing that holds the hinges,
Hinges to all greatness;
The one thing that fails to see-
Failure as a calamity,rather a chance..
Hope
That you may achieve all in life,
All desires of your soul appeased,
That you may learn to accept defeat,
Recollect yourself and strive to achieve...
Hope
Even inside a python's fangs,
Hope
That you shall see tomorrow,
Hope
Even when your feet are dead,
Hope
That your hands act as feet.
If there's one thing you should never tire to do,
Is to hope,
Because it is within every soul,
Just find where yours is hidden,
And never put it back,
But always hold on to it-hope!
See Through Lies.
S weet lies are often seen in relative ties,
E nough of the share of pizza cake,
E mma ,if I don't lie,would'nt accept.
T ransparent get words in her expressions,
H ere she is offering money to her daughter when short of it,
R elevantly,when her princess needed a book,
O ff hand,you get promptly in genuine lies,
U nder the table,bubbly toes hidingly eat a chocolate pie,
G ot caught,says I received from friends hand,
H abit of simple denials with no severe punishments.
L ife is a series of real and fake,
I ts all Nature's course to make it a flow.
E xterior I get dear,in anger..."I hate you",
S ituational fact is that..."Sweetheart ,I love you".
Contest:Sweet Little Lies.
Sponsor:Silent One.
26/06/2016
Memory in hand and pen agape
The allusions flow freely
I’d start in abit.
The rigours of stages in life
Is a farce I am yet to comprehend
I’d write
A time saddled with burden of innocence
So lavished.
The peer’s shadows looms over
Lost in the crowd of our thoughts
Envy is measured.
In maturity confusion is eminent
At a point nothing is pleasing
Efforts become so vague, we end partying in graves
At peace with everything but ourselves.
In strangers strides, memory at hand fades.
Abit delayed in entering but heres my piece.
I am So sorry Silent One for not been on time to enter....
The Coral sun silently rises
And breaks its way into the Crimson sky.
His comforting arms are wrapped around her,
As he stares with adoration into her Emerald eyes.
A welcomed cool breeze enters the room,
Bringing in the smell of the fresh salty air,
Pushing aside the Silver and Gold curtains,
Revealing two bodies that are slightly bare.
She tugs on the Lilac sheet covers,
As he finds his way down her chest.
Slowly removing her Turquoise camisole,
To get a glimpse of her beautiful soft breasts.
The Magnolia waves crashes in,
Leaving the rugged Charcoal rocks unshaken,
He gently kisses her Cerise lips,
And her passion he slowly awakens...
A step after another
Walkin in with my father
I have made people to gather
Third, forth step and i take
another
Am nervours and abit shaking
But there caught with the smile
which i know am faking
And the beautiful steps am
taking
Its my heart that is breaking
Am i ready for this?
Am i walking into bliss?
Are my insticts right about
what i
feel it is
I have to know before that final
kiss
All the attention is on me
Happy faces are all i see
Silently counting to three
To calm dowm,i feel like i need
to
pea
Am getting there in my white
veil
And the perfectly fit gown with
a
sized tail
Telling myself all will be well
If i ignore my feelings will i not
fail
Am getting close
To the one i chose
On my list out of all those
And father lets my hand loose i
watch him as he goes
Am i really sure?
Is his love realy pure?
Or was it jst an artificial lure
Or should i ignore my instincts
and
endure
Am about to be his wife
Am afraid its for life
In my mind,this is all causing
strife
I do or no to the next chapter
of my
life
communication from above the air
random as it doesnt compare
the meet of peoples taste
so many exceptions, unknown where it leads
but a friend can call on formiddible times
can suprize and place you up there
on that higher ground
where we all belong
they can be the calling we need
the lift that stands
the love we crave
we all meet at random places
or odd situations
we have the best times
the moments we never forget
the memories we look back years later
and just smile
thankful we had the time
and wish we had all over
again and again
always repeat those days
those conversations
the real deep and meaningfuls
for what time we may have these tresured lives
that we share
may not be for long
but id never let go of those times
they made me who i am
the path i walked on
i might not see them all the time
but i do think about them
how i smile from to ear to ear
money cant buy that
no one can replace that
so with age comes being wise.. at times
and its those days that we had
makes life abit easier to live
they keep us going
and we never forgot them
Then, was a lot less adversity
Then, you just can't compare
Then, was common courtesy
Then, people they did so care
Then, there were less prudes
Then, people got on together
Then, a different set of attitudes
Then, we'd never say never
Then, was more fashionable
Then, seemed more classic
Then, was more memorable
Then, I think was just fantastic
Then, time's were more sleek
Then, was just way more cool
Then, I would say was unique
Then, though now is oldskool!
inspired me by my other writes a new age, world in my eyes
conversations with other people family friends ext
also other soup members and of course current issues
some could probably relate to also WRITTEN 0CT 2012
FIRST HALF TALKING ABOUT NOW AND HOW THINGS WER
THEN REEDITED ABIT CHANGED VERSE TWO COMPLELY
I don't like to be left alone.
At one point I thought it was best,
Yet lately, I still find myself
In the same situation I was before,
And some even worse.
I can be my true self
And I don't have to wear the mask,
That everyone else sees.
You are the person that keeps me grounded.
The piece of the puzzle that for so long
Was missing or not quite an exact fit.
Now I know why true love is rare.
Its because out of the whole puzzle
It seems to be abit connected
To every other piece.
So if one loses love, a little piece of everything
Is chipped away and never goes back,
In the same manner they were assembled.
So please don't take that piece of me.
Leaving me with a broken puzzle
And pieces that just don't fit anywhere.
I love you!
My brother, abit bewildered that day,
to hear of his sisters engagement,
he nearly hit the pavement,
to give his very statement.
He did not like my perspective partner,
for a number of reasons I will answer,
he is not a nasty person, my brother,
in fact he is quite the opposite,
to which I will sit and explain.
The guilty doth stay,
to much array,
of staying in my mothers house,
while she is away.
He takes the biscuit,
to eat my mothers food,
when he is not in the mood,
to stomach it.
Too much beer lunch time you see,
sends you to sleep,
to forget all perspective,
of the reasons my brother fears for me.
He doesn't treat me right,
not giving me the respect I deserve,
to carry the nurse,
who could of been so badly hurt.
My brother so caring and protective,
to see I am respected,
and that I am fulfilled,
as a mother and parentee.
He gets his wish fulfilled,
as I am very happy and contented,
and have been given fulfillment,
as a great mother, sister, and daughter.
Reaching InTo Actuallity-RITA
To Hurricane Katrina's Mama
Hurricane RITA & Survivors
Yeah you blew winds hard and fierce,
crossing all our hearts,
you left without waving bye,
I guess you were just a wash.
You took away some actualities,
reaching for our souls,
what you had no idea about
You pushed us toward our goals.
You caused plain, old, and idle folks
to rethink the things they clinched,
your winds changed attitudes on life
and now lifes' become a cinch.
See, many now whom you displaced,
your total destruction went amiss.
You actually cleaned out some closets
and reset things abit.
So as you go on to be renamed as
a no rain drops-blowing wind;
forget not last, the time you tried
you only provided relief from sin.
I relate to you,
my tale,
It is heart warming ,
that you heard it,
Can you do something about it,
you are not judge,advocate,
or a man on scene,
you know what I want,
and what I have not got,
you also know how I have not got,
that I wanted bad,
Can you do something about it,
my fellah,
yes my common next door fellah,
Weigh you propensity,
to help out,
and work to fill in the want,
if you can fill in even a portion,
you have done abit for heavenly mention.
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