Are standing in oppression, standing mind you.' Despite satanic agression, and we are
Having trouble..? With predators of kids, we must wake to, the solution To both attacks, strong prayer and faith we must give, as an offering to God who sees who is weak or strong.' In the way we provide for or fellow humans.' I say the way is neither ( too hard ) nor too long.' Call on the
Lord, get active too..Email create raise an
Eyebrow of two, or even some millons' in
Prayers if you might.? Call on Jesus, its time to address; of both plights.)
Agression
Where come from? From the mind? From the soul?
Is it genetic? No. It’s not that. Then? From second
Second? Yes. The second person. That’s not an ego
The second you. Sure. Lives with you. Drive. Demon
But not all aggressive
I have one. Friendly
He wrote this poem
Please, take difference
He
Asks
I observe the continual ' over liberal 'design.' Demand
Demand and to shoot, is there any moral line.?
Spurred on by sucsss's over forty years.'
Assulting workable familiy units.. With a barrage
Of anger passive agression false piety? And many tears
Yet the formula it seems has garnerd, gains? And room
To cause so much division, self-doubt indeed so much gloom.'
Is there a lesson for others? On how to mis-behave?
Grab the spotlight and clamour.' By night or by day.!
In startling spirit of war
the dragon stuck out its tongue
offensive flames of fire
Sometimes things don't go on our way,
Wondering why it has always been that way?
The agression and grief,
Is never replaced with relief.
Being tongue tied,
And brain hyped,
Lungs rotten,
And heart broken.
Wondering why things happen that way?
Well I don't think we can get any answers either way.
you are afraid that seeming soft makes you weak, so you over compensate with anger and agression in order to appear fierce, so that you can feel as though you are strong, you feel that you cannot feel strong unless you have some sort of power over another, but i shall tell you, this is another kind of weakness, true strength is found in dignity and integrity, of simply being yourself, open and honest and without self deciet, a simple statement of who you are without any excuse or explanation, that is the true courage, to face yourself,to conquer your own inequities not those of others, to withstand the fire of self and emerge unburned, this is true strength, true courage, and true freedom from the shackles of self and others, in the freedom of being able to love yourself and others, without cause, without justification and without reason, this is the true freedom and joy of life.
"The melodies of Life"
Melodies that excite an old Tymer to think he is still in his prime! Perhaps he is as old as he desires to feel? I have no idea but these melodies are remedies like broken codes to a connection with no Earth!
Music lets me write stories Mother Theresa would have wanted to tell , perfect fairy tales that inspire life so each and everyone can sparkle. Rihanna was right , we are indeed Diamonds and we shine bright! My Radio silents tornadoes trapped within.
I groove , l move , l choose not to lose ! I am a brick! Tougher than the nails and hummer of negativity , the Voice of Sia or Adele heals the headaches of next week's exam , dad 's excessive drinking , Jason's inner demons ....the guitar of sweet Tropical Blues like Santana meets Elvis , Rock feeds my agression l am ready to face the devil and say l , l will not stop ! These melodies bring rain on a dry day.
Music is my life!
Here's sumthing I kinda find funny
All these friends around really don't know me
everyone has a reflection here of
Stay outa my image if you can't look in the mirror
Now you can go with this or that
Whatever you choose, passion is where it is at
I will never gyrate to accomodate
your irate
as of this date i can and will be someone you hate
Passive agression
I thought this was a two way conversation
I'm just saying............ I see your lips moving but I don't feel nothing but a breeze
I could see your body language had nothing to comment
and this my friend i peeped on you with ease.
Copyright © Alesha Roche' | Year Posted 2012
I have two friends
I can't seem to defriend them
because they have seemed to mend themselves
deep under my skin,
and not only that
but they have also
entwined themselves into my brain
One's name is Depression
He kind of has this obsession
To kill me slowly with his oppression
and when I try to get rid of him
He shows his agression
And makes me feel like I'm right back where I started..
His possession
Sometimes
His buddy, Anxiety likes to tag along
She likes to make me feel like everything I do is wrong
or that I don't belong
with my group of friends
or even in my own family
She also likes to pick fun at me all day long
about how I dress
How I'm a terrible mess
How I can't seem to impress
because I can't express myself
So at that point I tend to egress
because my mind can't seem to process it
all at once
These two work together
my mind turns to cold weather
because I don't want to hurt
but even when I exert to get them out
They always seem to be there
and I have a feeling they always will be
~10-7-17~
-Based of others struggles not my own-
passive agression
schizoid fantasy
she seemed patient
like green earth
quiet and withdrawn
like a hermit
interjection of thoughts
projection of wants
red wine
we are walking
white sand spreading
music of the heightening
waves capsizing
the fortress of black
rock
distorted emotions
conversion of sublimed
lust
we are uniting
union of ecstasy
blessed
witnessing mermaids
Demolish your demons, demolish the pain.
Enlarge your smiles, happiness you will gain.
Slaughter the evil, inside your mind.
This makes you feel better, I think that you'll find.
Ruin the agression, keep peace in your head.
Understand the problem and be civil instead.
Calmness around others, even if you don't like them.
The rivalry we do condemn.
It's your choice, about your, mental destruction
Only don't be fooled by a fatal obstruction.
Never let the mode of anger be on overproduction.
have compassion on my soul do not tread upon my head
feelings you give i feel dead
in the days of adversity i wither away from the strong hand of the oppressor
he puffs up at me like an adder
he is like a madd hatter that compasses me
his pride is cruel and he strings my heart in his laughter
when shall i be free from his wrath of no reason
i wait upon the season when i am not opressed
stress stress all this stress could it be folly
works of the devil no less he is the dark soul that hates me
when did i become his point of agression a target none the less
he plays with my head like a ten string guitar
he dances with so much joy to put my soul in misery
he also causes me to forget what i am thinking
this being really is stinking his attitude and ways
when does he bother me you may ask all damn day
i feel dull from his hands my emotions feel bland
i try to run to hide from his cruel intentions
i even sought for other interventions
but none did know what to do
it is a frame i look like the fool
Here's sumthing I kinda find funny
All these friends around really don't know me
everyone has a reflection here of
Stay outa my image if you can't look in the mirror
Now you can go with this or that
Whatever you choose, passion is where it is at
I will never gyrate to accomodate
your irate
as of this date i can and will be someone you hate
Passive agression
I thought this was a two way conversation
I'm just saying............ I see your lips moving but I don't feel nothing but a breeze
I could see your body language had nothing to comment
and this my friend i peeped on you with ease.
Heavy as a solid stone
Even the strongest cannot behold
Attempts to mend, will never pay
Rest your tears, because their here to stay
Time goes on but the pain never fades
Bitter and angry, hatred turns into agression
Reasoning begins to fade out of regression
Extinsive drug use may bring near an end
Apparitions start racing through heads
Keeping sanity, is a thought to be condemned
Serenity is over,
The Heart Break begins
No apologies
No criticism
Significant abhorrence
Distorted transfiguration
Angsty mornings
Disheavled evenings
Annoyance , frustration , disdain .
Paradoxial inception
Analytical depression
Muffled whispers
Defunct agression
Ultimate paranoia
Unconsciously decisive
Submissive arguments
Disoriented contortion
Twirling whirlwind of suppression
Tumult of words
In finalè
Pure satured composure guided by
motives of predestined animosity
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