I freely admit and hereby disclaim
when writ 'twas a pitiful rhyme
and all those moments
will be lost in time
like tears in rain
in Spain
they stay
mainly in the plain
or so they say
and yet are washed away
down the drain
never to be shed
or seen again
she did her best to pretend she was not a witch
She took a job digging bricks out of a ditch
Her seams were crooked, but she continued to stitch
For she was not about to admit she was a witch.
If it is written, so be it,
but who'll admit
to writing what was writ
when the fan is hit?
And, if, having inscribed,
the finger does proceed,
whose digit was it
when the words were decreed?
Yet, carved in stone,
or etched on glass,
who'll confess to pouring such concrete
when it comes to pass?
When I dare to go deep inside
I get scared at what I might find
It’s not that I loathe myself
But I fear that if I expose myself
Nothing will ever be the same
When I go to that sacred space
Where no soul has ever dared to peer
A place where I long retired the key
I fear that once that door has opened
All will be in vain
When I go past that protected entry
I know that you are curious to see
It’s not that the sunlight will scorch you
I fear that the rivers might drown you
So that you no longer remember my name
How am I supposed to take care of you
when I can’t take care of myself?
How am I supposed to love you
when I can’t even love me too?
How am I supposed to expect the best
when I can’t even get things off my chest?
How am I supposed to put up a fight
when I don’t even know what’s right?
How am I supposed to smirk
when I know things won’t work?
How am I supposed to peak
when all I feel is weak?
How am I supposed to roll the dice
when I don’t even think I can make the sacrifice?
How am I supposed to love
when you can’t rise above?
How am I supposed to rise above the obstacles ahead
when I just feel dead?
How am I supposed to think it’s worth it
when nothing feels perfect?
Gaslamp, Gaslamp show me the way
inside the cave, leave me there
where I'm safe.
Ain't no debate, Gaslamp, Gaslamp.
In the way, seeing no place that
I fit in.
Blistered with Sin.
yeah...
I'm creeping again,
yeah..
I'm creeping again,
yeah.
I'm creeping again.
Gaslamp, Gaslamp in me warming
my Chi, sleeping up in the Rum and
left over Whiskey.
Stagnated. I've never been the one
to knock for help, yet here I am.
Here in my mental man,
never rising back.
Scared and afraid of just leaving
a stain, an impact on this Earth.
I need to be calm, nothing more
than the son of beauty upon the
concrete.
Am I making believe,
or does anybody care enough to
caress on my cheek?
Resting me, arresting me,
and then admitting defeat.
Am I making believe,
or does anybody care enough to
caress on my cheek?
Resting me, arresting me,
and then admitting defeat.
The clockwork
the most complex
Older sprockets, need
life cycle oils
Awareness
the vitality is impaired
- ready to do whatever it takes
follow the advice of the doctor
positively for health
Need some solid ground, can’t afford the cement
The view is a bit blurry, need to defragment
Write it all down, and be sure to document
Everything is out of place, I need to find a better arrangement
I’m sitting passenger but the driver is absent
No time to react, need to circumvent
Stop looking into the past to understand the present
Grab the wheel before there’s an accident
Spinning out of control, it’s too late
I dreamt this to be my fate
Thoughts I can’t keep straight
Making it hard to concentrate
I self-sabotage and deprecate
While trying to communicate
Waiting for it all to escalate
Knowing traps are waiting to detonate
I turned to alchemy when nothing else fit
Now I've learned to live with it
I don't think I can ever quit
That's what I have to admit
when in never fit
what we did do was to admit
we will have to quit
i love you ...
to the cold marrow, i do
beastess of black
the art of you, ritualistic, raw
all your names wrap me
savage, winged and wondrous …
tempt me, tepid dragon
i dream of the pursuit
wrought in timeless space
wispy, winding the world
biting my tongue with bitter citrus
or dripping with rhythmic, parenthetical
perfection …
dance for me -
break at the score, residue-righteous
engendered non-generically
come, venerated venom
and strike true -
crimp, shine, bubble, breathe
sing my veins ...
hot, horrid harlot of the haggard heart
neuron-nasty and aflame
a receptor conflagration, reborn
divinely devilish …
i - Mad Molly's sullied son -
curse you with all i know
and woo you with my innocence, lost
i nail you to a cross
of considerations and care
only to worship your ruin
the lion's paw to your Androcles, merciful
acid tears to wash your feet
and blood …
to bind.
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden, February 7, 2021; update November 24, 2023
Friends I admit this is true,
"Good News" in the Bible read.
Though its blessings rarely explained,
News worldwide, Christ said ... spread.
News of God's Heavenly Government,
Christ commanded, we preach!
"God's Kingdom come, God's will be done
on Earth" this truth said, ... "teach."
Kingdom's God's form of government,
scripturally hope folks know.
For God's rulership been praying,
God's will on Earth ... to flow.
How? Psalm 37, Wicked destroyed,
Satan too, gone is he.
No longer ruin the Earth, our lives,
Meek promised ... Paradise they'll see.
"The former things" ... pain, death dying,
gone from cleansed Earth comes true.
Christ miracles, as Earth's new King,
read he did ... here soon do.
God's "original" purpose, Earth's
"Paradise," restored by Son.
Glad we're generation soon to see,
God's will on Earth ... be done.
AND I ADMIT That IT IS TRUE
And I admit that it is true,
Christ told believers preach.
God's Kingdom's, form of government,
over earth ... this truth teach.
God chose Christ, as earth's ruling King,
His miracles here do.
Gone from earth, all pain, death, dying,
tell everyone ... it's true!
These facts I never heard in church,
earth restored by God's Son?
We've prayed, God's will be done on earth,
in these "last days" ... see done.
And I admit that it is true,
"Good News" in Bible read.
In Paradise we'll welcome back,
our loved ones ... who were dead.
June 7, 2023 copyright
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Isaiah 9:6 The government will be on his ( Christ) shoulders
Matt. 5:5 Blessed are the Meek, for they shall inherit the earth
Rev.21”4 mentions tears, death etc, the former things have passed away
Both as Crass and as Callas
As it is to admit openly out loud
I find myself recently trying to reconcile
Why it is I sorely miss much more
Not those amongst us currently here
living I beside
But those who have both sadly moved
and been passed on
I wonder if it is because the dead do
not so much annoy anymore
As apposed to those long already
dead residing besides once happy
joyous memories in ones head
We can talk to them about later on at
night before we go to bed
Because they wouldn't let us get a
word in edge way's or shut up and
stop endlessly going on about
themselves
And I am going on holiday with
said set of individual's tomorrow
As unfortunately they who I am
referring to are my nearest and
dearest family
Whom unlike friends I never got to choose
The 'land of the free'
let's admit ~
because of 'the brave'
if you do not want me
then why do you always
take me back
if you are only truly
doing it for me then
you can stop
cause i no longer care
if you are in my life
or not so you can just
leave me the hell alone
but the truth is that you
do want me otherwise
you would not continue to
take me back time and time
again
you want me you just do not
want to admit it
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