Oh my ignoble mind
why must you be so
rueful-this sorrowful pity
abject-I am not contemptible
brooding-unkind contemplations.
Oh my heinous conscience
dare not
mock me-oh the cruelty
taunt me-cuts so deep
bleed me-I flow dying.
Oh my callous intellect
why must you yet
scorn me-is praise so ugly
castigate me-the pain beguiling
disparage me-oh your brutality!
Oh my derisive aspect
dare not
deceive me-illusions prison
betray me-my loyalty shaken
delude me-my truth so naked.
Do not do so!
Oh my afflicted mind
why must you
transcend my heart-this raw love
overtake the purpose-all consuming
of my fierce quest-aching in urgency.
Even still with
scant recompense
I die a thousand deaths
in your ideations.
Such feelings of afflictions inside
so tense tired inside in a knot
all over in every bone so stiff
it just seems it falls at first shot
Words were just so difficult to make
the throat seemed so hoarse and tight
one learns to get by with few words
even although I need to really fight
Every day waking up to a struggle
now all these 65 years fighting on
seeking help in therapy once again
looking to meet some new dawn
At times it feels so warm to sweat
tiring me out struggling to find breath
hoping for the day words will flow
time moves on each day nearer death
As you, the reader will realise by now
my affliction is my stammer my chain
but thankfully I receive strength from above
to fight on no matter what inward pain!
The SEVERITY of remembering her childhood brings so much sadness
into her delicate heart.
The clarity I wish to give her …. -oh, if only I could…
-but where would I even start?
Those dark brown eyes turn shades of blue I’d never before seen,
while she tries to do her daily routine.
The cries do f a d e eventually, but her soul always s c a r r e d.
Is this baggage?
Would I call it trouble I brought upon myself when we first met?
Probably ..... but in a good way-
Because learning how to treat her gently, I shall never forget-
Her touch, full of r e g r e t and I continue speaking without thinking…
Oh, I have so much to say- but her essence that f l o w s …-keeps sinking.
The belongings she does tow - like a heavy trunk of cargo…
-oh, the SEVERITY of afflicted childhood sorrow.
Gems For Your Baggage
January 30, 2017
a random act of violence
testifying to my fear
a despairing silence
screaming in my ear
evidence of frailty
with malicious intent
given by vile destiny
as the sordid story went
disease lingers in the air
contaminating all beliefs
stealing more than its share
breeding detestable griefs
an argumentative disaster
hides just around the bend
each calamity comes a bit faster
there's never any end
life itself is a question
the answer ever elusive
the cause of all contention
nothing is ever conclusive
we all struggle to survive
and make the best of things
too few of us ever thrive
but we all hear when the bell rings
The simple desire to cause yet another pain
As on everyone else' parade you try to rain
Always looking down at the tip of your nose
For you just don't like people and it really, really shows
With so much anger in your heart and evil filling up your mind
You are so eager to start with the very first person that you find
With your mind so set as you judge them from head to toe
This too is what you will get with all these seeds that you sow
Never reaching out or just extending your hand
For all that fear causes doubt never allowing you to understand
Slowly it is killing your soul with every act in each day
But you are paying the ultimate toll for now you have lost your way
Challenge your heart and absolve your soul
For you have to fulfill your part if Jesus is to pay your toll
But you continue on just such a path being who you truly are
But know that behind you God's judging wrath won't be that far
Job 4:8
Even as I have seen, they that plow iniquity,
and sow wickedness, reap the same.
In my time of troubles I cry out to the heavens
My eyes are heavy with tears
My soul is afflicted with sorrows
I have strayed from the path of righteousness
And taken seat with the ungodly and rebellious
Your words were sweeter than honey on my lips
But my tongue became corrupted and uttered vile things
I weep bitterly within for the guilt i carry overwhelms me
Look at where I stand now
My efforts have yielded nothing
My labors have come up empty
I am a wretched man
During the season of my prosperity
I neglected to call on the name of the Lord
but it was all meaningless for I sowed my seeds
In the soil of ungodliness and the fruits thereof
Only poisoned my mind then they were no more
All is sour now and who can sweeten my bitter days?
I will call unto the Lord for he is merciful and forgiving
I will seek to dwell in his presence.
Hear my prayer dear lord
For life's too expensive
That i can't afford
I created prosperity
But i did not have any
I showed them love
But they hated me cruelly
I loved freedom
But i was not free
I had eyes
But i couldn't see
Remember my oppression
Remember my affliction
Control my heart
And help me tread a good path
Remember me oh God
Be my guide
Don't put me to shame
But make me a good fame
And a great name
So that at the end
My life will be a legend
I can not imagine
To live without a
heart
Like a car that
fails to start
And my head
Becomes a boiling
kettle
Dancing with steam
Like fairies from a
scene
Of the Midsummer
Night Dream
And my mind becomes
uncertain
Like I am blown by a
whirl wind
I can feel
afflictions
Because my world
devoid of love
I can feel
afflictions
Because I feel
forsaken from above
Hopeless
Wandering in the
wilderness of Zin
With each plan
failing
Like I am paying a
price for my sin
I could not find
I was blind
By ignorance and
selfishness
And the evil we do
on to others
Will one day come to
ourselves
Like mischief in the
night by little
green elves
For in life
We adore the
successful
And celebrate the
great
And care less about
men
Of less fate
For within us lies
Karibaras Fall
A place where dreams
are realized
No matter how cheap
or tall
But I am still
afflicted
And my heart
Bears my witness
Is failure a source
of strength or
weakness?
Have You Met Someone Bruised And Afflicted?
Have you met someone who’s
been battered and abused?
Their body all torn up, beaten and bruised?
Have you met someone involved in a deep addiction?
Causing harm to themselves and many afflictions?
Have you met someone who
seems to be “all right?”
But chose the “dark path.” And not THE LIGHT!
There’s many lives involved in many
kinds of perversions.
Many who’ve left their families
for their “obsessions,,,”
Only the blood of Christ can break the bondage of sin!
Only Jesus can bring a complete
healing deep within!
Only Jesus can bring true love to a discouraged soul!
He’s done this for me! This I surely know!
I don’t know where I’d be if not
for his mercy and grace!
He picked me up and planted
my life on a solid place!
He traded the ashes of my life
for his wonderful beauty.
Serving him is an honor and my faithful duty!
He truly gives a peace that passes
all understanding.
It’s available to you today!
And can be yours for the asking!
By Jim Pemberton
Afflicted
countless souls are rotting
and howling in the night
suffering from the wounds they call
indulging in delight
selfishly we rot away
thinking we're all right
while everyone who watches us
is sickened by the sight
one by one we're dropping
in a never ending plight
never knowing the hate we breed
while running from the light
my soul keeps getting weaker
from putting up a fight
how come when I know it's wrong
I cannot do what’s right
By: Jeremy Siedlecki
An intricate mug and saucer sit delicately upon the unread book-
She raises her head, glasses rest gently on the bridge of her nose
One may call her an intellectual
But those who know her well, comprehend that she wears-
A deceiving facade
Unbeknownst to those who pass her by,
Recognizing her as that woman of intellect who writes for the local newspaper
She forges her pride well
Within her she and all how know her well-
Are well aware
She is afflicted.
Where I roam
Beyond the clearing of my mind
I see a vision of sight and sound
That looms in front of my very being
So locked away inside this dome
The ticking of clocks
That expels time
The watchful look inside my eyes
Of all of those pertinent lines
Left nothing here to wonder upon
Beyond of thunder
That rattles between my brains
Has brought to be so insane
So from theses letters I shall spawn
A note of paper to indite on
I am locked
Bolted hard.
Yet feelings can sneak
Under cracks
I want to cement the floors
Nobody's suppose to be here
I'm supposed to be void
of feeling
Why can't one thing in my life be consistant?
Can't you hear this?
I don't want love
I don't want hate
what I want is nothing
What I want is peace
But I heard peace only comes
After the storm
Is that why your forcing these
feelings to reach me?
Why your forcing me to swallow
them down?
Your spoon feeding me
Until I can feel the aches
I tried to escape
But obviously
Even in a bolted down room
With cement covering up every hole
My heart will still be afflicted by this
This called love
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