Written By: D. Collins 12/30/25
Love is a good feeling on the tip of your tongue.
That unique experience not felt by everyone.
It's dedication to those to whom you gave birth.
And reciprocity they give to show your worth.
Love is bone jarring marrow within our blood.
The secret ingredient of genuine love.
It has the tendency to never grow old.
That legacy to grab ahold of our souls.
We live it, love it and keep soaking it in.
Hoping that is the feeling until the end.
Love is nothing more than what we give.
That painted picture of how we lived.
So sick of this world and generation
they tryna take ahold of my heart confiscation
the taste is bitter or tart
when it turns to ashes
cremation
I still got attachments i'm full of frustration
love seems to be my passion
eternally waitin
cant find as if its out of fashion, yet i still got patience
bout to have me ration and give up on this nation
everytime its me they blastin
stuck with these heart palpitations
i ain't see, she wore the mask in
My body desecratin
feel like a jew and she a nazi
way my life she began takin
my love grew thats when she popped me
took a bite, her heart was laced in
some ain't taste right and not long after steady hallucinatin
There is a storm in the atmosphere,
Its raging winds bring waves of fear.
When your footing starts to slip,
Hold to the covenant - don’t lose your grip.
Grab ahold, don’t hesitate,
The One who's sure-footed is never late.
In the chaos, find that one Word so true,
Rediscover the Phrase that strengthens you.
Take that Word into the storm,
Make the enemy flee, defeated and torn.
Find the Rock - so firm, so grand,
For He will help you firmly stand.
He is in the eye of the storm, waiting still,
Open Door - for all we need is in His will.
Emotions are stroking,
Combing through my being.
Seeing them growing,
Now taking control of me.
My tongue acts appropriately,
A person I don't want to be.
Acting uncontrollably,
And then feeling sorry.
Emotions just grab ahold of me,
Running my reality,
Ruining what I thought to be.
Battling duality,
Challenging all of me,
Revealing what I could't see.
As energy affects everybody,
Emotions signal the party,
Attracting those just like me.
Trapped in a cycle of fighting me,
Repeating in my reality,
Creating problems unconsciously.
As the patterns dig deeply,
Deeper until you see,
Their reflection in reality.
Our reaction creates the wake,
Effecting the direction you take.
Repeatedly stuck in this wheel,
Storing emotions until we heal.
Tonight, I'm not doing well.
My mind is in a bad place.
It's forcing me to withdraw.
I'm trying to find some space.
This has already gotten bad
And it keeps on getting worse.
Why do I have this burden
Of having to deal with this curse?
I feel something around me
It has me constricted
The outcome of these
Can never be depicted.
I'm here all by myself
I have to be by design
Nobody can see me like this
I want them thinking I'm fine.
My body keeps growing tense
My muscles are getting tight
As this depression grabs ahold
I no longer see the light.
Sharky suave loan shark got ahold of my great aunt Jean Sue
Loaned her twenty thousand at the rate of eighty-two
Eighty-two percent is way too high I said.
Joke’s on him, she told me. I will soon be dead.
Running around blind,
I'mTrying to find,
The Sacred place inside.
Our mind was defined,
Carefully Refined,
Into their design.
Keeping ahold of our time.
It's not theirs,
D rop all your fears,
And fight,
It's your Divine Right.
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Now we're Stuck,
A?nd cant think straight,
I?n a complacent state,
Where they create,
A reality like,
Dream f ull of hate.
So Confused,
Our rights refused
W e've been Abused
By there power and rules.
So fight,
For your Divine Right.
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Come to the light,
Regain your sight.
At first it's bright,
So full of delight,
Soon you'll see.
So much love,
Above, below,
Elope,
Fight,
For love,
Peace and Light,
It,s Your Divine Right.
i’m not sure of who i am going to be.
but that’s how it is supposed to be right?
i have many many dreams, some big and some little.
but, it always comes back to one.
i lay awake at night thinking of my dream and how i yearn to reach it.
every night like a hand out stretched to grab and take ahold of my dream.
never to release it.
as i get older i realize the intensity of my dream.
each day i get closer to the possibility of living it.
i’m not sure of how it will go or how it will happen.
but that’s how it is supposed to be right?
yeah …
we all feel so hopeless at times -
the end of our rope …
it’s part of our humanness
and our constant questioning of what role
we play in ‘Le Grand Dessein’ …
but here’s the thing -
we are ALL superheroes … that’s right
YOU … and this fool called ‘me’
we are champions of life
because we all possess two VERY powerful, utterly limitless, tools for living:
love … and imagination!
there are no bounds to either one -
they both transcend time, space, and the
oft’ chaotic confines of our ids …
they come in endless abundance, and with
no rules whatsoever!
they are yours and mine to explore without
restriction or constraint
and the more you use either one,
the more you’ll crave them …
I promise!
so, grab ahold of your superpowers -
(especially when hope seems lost)
wield them with kindness,
thoughtfulness,
and intent …
and see just how far they can
take you!
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden, July 12, 2024
O Kailasanatha!
Imbued with serenity and calm,
Like the great Kailah that holds your fiery dreadlocks powerfully in its icy fold,
Even in the biting cold,
Makes everyone stand with their hands in prayer together ahold,
O Kedarnatha!
With your matted tresses,
And a boiling pot of emotions
That the holy Kailah redresses,
O Umanatha!
Opening your Third Eye,
You show the world the way,
As a catcher in the rye,
O Natanatha!
With your innocent countenance,
And your hands of virtue,
Can make life itself dance!
Gagged by the navy neck-tie crowned upon him by the last soldier, the businessman precariously waltzes the death march down into “Sam’s Greens and Grains”, a specialty salad shop that locally sources lettuce from Upstate and everything else from a Houston retailer – an obvious choice for a death row meal…yum…plastic forks taint the flavorful bites into an experience similar to the lighting in the daytime dwellers dungeon – harsh, catalytic and monotonous but yet another day passes through the consciousness of the unlucky ones, flickering a spark of ambition to do something, be someone or feel a step above content however with no wick to ignite, the wind takes ahold of the spark and shuns it reminding him to resume the nightmare of day-to-day livelihood of spreadsheets, unintelligent jargon and empty coffee mugs
eh maybe tomorrow we’ll try Chipotle for lunch
Even with thy heart of gold,
Thine most precious treasure
Is thy feelings as deep as river:
With currents of love taking ahold...
Grab ahold to the rope of hope,
Rise into your moment of destiny,
And change your world with heaven’s might,
For you are destined to shine forever bright.
In this leap year, your destiny is open,
Spring forth, for these are your moments
With you is more than those who oppose,
Together with heaven overcome the foes.
Let prosperity be your garment, with wisdom
Let out of boundaries, become your new boundaries,
Break yourself free from the normal routine,
Grab heaven’s moments, for they are so divine.
You are created for such a time as this,
To fulfill and build many legacies,
So keep stirring up the inner gentle voice,
For you are sealed with this Gentle Seer.
We have all heard the words
I was blind but now I see,
But thoes words never
meant very much to me.
I never needed glasses
I could see quite well
So it didn't make much sense
As far as I could tell.
I never thought much of it
In all my 35 years,
But when I finally understood
It brought me to tears.
I have always went to church
I have always believed
But it didnt quite sink in
Until God got ahold of me.
It hit me out of nowhere
Sitting in my room
If I didn't change my life
I was headed straight for doom.
I heard it loud and clear
When God spoke to me
I was not being who he called me to be.
I was living a life of sin
Although I couldn't see
Then he opened my eyes
And i was finally free.
Who I am today
Is not who I have always been
My life changed when i let
My savior in.
Now when i hear the words
I was blind but now I see
I give thanks to God
for the grace he gave to me
Sitting under the tree of oaks
Pale - green, mistic mistletoe,
One last candle burning low,
All the wondering children gone,
Just one soul venturing on,
Shadows lurking who could it be
Yet too late, has taken ahold of me.
Tired I was; my head I began to awoke,
Nodding under the old oak
Pale - green, mysterious mistletoe,
No footsteps came, no voice, but only,
Just as I sat there, scared, lonely
Left in the still and shadowy air,
Soul taken, and wilting body left me there.
Be aware, for No one will ever know
It infest you oh ever so, lurking in the shadows
The invasive Mistletoe.
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