The boulevard of life
has no exit ramps,
Some find luxury
others homeless camps.
A single stop sign
lies at each road’s end,
But we never view things
beyond the next bend.
Each mile that we travel
we encounter another test,
Some, hold fast to faith
while feeling blessed.
We travel each mile
without thought or care,
While one day discovering
our vehicle shows wear.
Our fuel is most gone
and we cannot replenish,
But Jesus is the way
for our life trip’s finish.
God gave us a road map
offered without cost,
But too many didn’t accept it
and at their stop sign were lost.
Whom am I in the endless plot of fate?
Your perfect perfection used as bait.
Whom am I to reject perfection’s grace,
Amidst my turmoil in karma’s embrace.
I sought not, yet there you stood,
A calm in my storm, I never understood.
You were the answer to my whispers unheard,
A soft light to which my shadow was led.
An eternity I proclaimed to all,
And yet the stars foretold my fall.
Neither a mistake nor surprise,
Just karma playing a master of disguise.
I held your presence like borrowed time,
Too precious for my touch yet too real to define.
In your arms time froze,
And from those shards dreams rouse,
Pulled apart not by will but by fate,
To only soul that made me feel sane,
Even when I wander ,even alone,
You will forever be my home.
The weight of "sorry" sits upon my tongue,
A constant offering, for battles unsung.
For edges sharp, or corners not quite square,
For being me, and breathing in this air.
I tire of the bending, the subtle self-erasure,
The molding to a shape that brings more pleasure
To eyes that watch, and judgments quick to fly,
As if my truest form deserves to die.
This weariness descends, a heavy cloak,
Each forced concession, another heartstroke
I yearn for open arms, a gaze that sees,
The soul beneath, just wanting to be at ease.
Oh, for that single moment, clear and bright,
When "this is me" is met with pure delight.
No need to mend, no need to rearrange, Just acceptance whole, a beautiful exchange.
For once, I wish the world would understand,
The strength it takes to simply take my stand.
To be myself, unburdened and set free,
And finally, just accepted for being me.
How to annunciate position as general of the Hague
Would you become a general for us my dear’s
Little does my mind rest
Wailing and scraping at the walls of my brain
The feeling of being lost forefront
Guiding lights leading me astray
To find the end an impossible outcome
Yet lying down to die not even a choice
Trying to break the patterns I’ve set
Failing to change who I am
Maybe I don’t need to change
Just find a way to accept myself
Though my mind may never rest again
I refuse to let the static kill me anymore
When the seconds don't flow with energy.
Don't wish to fight for the space, to be seen.
Essence doesn't fetch you double jeopardy.
Thoughts break through their own fences on the screen.
When I connect through pages of aged time.
My limbs that have run wild, now siesta.
The years lullabies and nursery rhyme,
being snapped away by an orchestra.
Tomorrow's melody, melting away.
Connect often with family and friend.
I admit my hair has turned silver gray.
Life's last journey - we will meet at the end.
10 syllables per line
Staunch is our Lord, friend anywhere,
True friend, like jewel, precious and rare,
Everlasting blessings guides,
Accept true love at our sides,
Devoted to leading to divine,
Founded great faith, yours and mine,
Acknowledge each human race,
Steady path, His immortal face,
Trust God's bridge to mortal grace.
Compassion with truth
Inner beauty, patience, trust
Accept me for me.
it's no-one's fault
except my own
the horses halt
I should've known
I blame the ones I love
for the things I have done
words to the ones above
consequences, I was shun
A welcome gaze, the sun shines ever present
Peering through thin overcast curtains
With the lightest of light’s gentle touch
The paint brush of the effervescent
Yuletide glides through the spectral air
It caresses the cadaver walking the path
Unaware of the beauty that surrounds
Gentle winds dancing with wispy hair
I was unfamiliar of this
The stinging of tears born from rage
Manifesting apparitions of our past so pleasant
The infanticide of a future yet to stumble into stride
I admit my adamant refusal to accept the present
Where murders migrate above me,
Where my spirit drifts in the atmosphere
This time, the clock has stuck like a gavel
The haunt of her hands on my wrists
the most pleasant of shackles.
Will there ever be a moment where I accept change?
When will I simply accept this weather
For what it is? Sharp, stark, and serene
When will I finally say,
“This is where I need to be.”
As I reach for the handle to temptation I am struck by a future I cannot ignore.
Guilt is the only reward when we ignore the voice to our right shoulder in all its' attempts at solidarity.
What torture is this to be married to an addiction with an ironclad prenup that serves to destroy my soul.
My inhibition brought to light by a chemical demon who refuses to be denied.
Sometimes failure in a career
Obstacle in a family
Uncompromising in a relationship
All will lead to a betrayal
Either you betray life or life betrays you
It needs great wisdom to manage life
To achieve life goal
Luck is not always on your side
If you have tried your best
Accept any failure and yourself too
Sometimes be lenient to yourself
As no one is perfect
But, even nothing is eternal
God is always by your side
If you fail to shine
The cross will always shine for you
If you have dreams
You can take a walk into the future
You can start your plan today
With great hope and expectation
But try your best from today
And accept the result tomorrow
The future forever welcome you
But with your love, conscience
Perseverance,optimism
And sincerity in god
The unknown world forever welcome you
But have to bear in mind the rules
Thankful for yesterday
Cherish for today
And hopeful for tomorrow
I've come to accept
I'll never do laundry
without losing a sock
I'll never know how
to fold a fitted sheet
or...
...even the face in the mirror
I just don't know why
after having never done so
no more than once or twice
I still believe I can fly
I want to be
one of those pretty birds
who
effortlessly sings
spreads its wings
and pierces the sky
but why try I think sometimes
I might be
I 'm just another broken butterfly
after all
I'm always the white knight
trying to love one
like Jesus
I'm good with things on the ground
like beer, whiskey, and pool
drugs, thugs
what walks the street
the darkness
doesn't consume me
it's just comfortable
but
not
my best happy
what?
do I have to die to fly?
you know how I try
sending words to the sky
believing they'll lift me
well
laugh out loud
I'm just another one
in the
deluded crowd
or
maybe
nobody gets me
yeah
the transformer truck beeps
and backs down the street
it forgets to pick up my garbage
that's okay
it's just another day
I lost a sock
tried to fold a fitted sheet
and
accepted the face in the mirror
We may lose, but go ahead
With hope to win in future
We may fear arrival of loss
But, we have in God trust
Our goal is to us clear
But, we can't achieve it
As many hurdles arrive
To block our path firmly
We believe in the Lord
But, we aren't that sure
We feel His presence
And His love for Justice
We are shocked by fate
That acts against us ever
Stunning defeats, we face
And continue to lead a life
Whatever may be the result
If we resolutely pursue our aim
Surely we will meet with success
This is an unassailable truth only
By leaving the decision to God
Let us do our duty with faith
God will take care of the result
Let us never worry over that
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