I don't spar with your half-truths any longer.
I don't wade into those spicy justifications for marginal behavior.
I've accepted it as the fabric of you.
I need to flee this chamber of carnage.
Some fancy to call it your heart.
You don’t cross my mind
You hardly ever leave
All day long I’ve been thinking of you
Trying desperately to find something worth comparing you to
I thought of comparing you to singing birds
But I don't think I'm as captivated by their chirp as much as I am your laughter
I thought about comparing you to a lake glimmering on a sunny morning
It's beautiful for sure
But not as beautiful as your eyes when you talk about something you love
You make me happy
I'm so glad you're here
I don't know where I'd end up without you this year
You've made such an impact on me
Even if it isn't that obvious or clear to see
The way that I write
The music I listen to
All that and more have changed because of you
It's been a week that I've tried to write this
I can't make it any longer
What have you done to me
When I try to write
You're all I can see
And to be honest
That makes me happy.
Ma tells me death is a cruel and unforgiving man
But I can’t see how that’s true when you look at all he has done
He was the one who heard papa’s cries and guided him back to his once lost love
Death was the one who took mercy on those who spent their nights screaming in agony
And after dad lost his hair and started to act weird Death was the one who lead him back to himself in a place far from here
And when a young teen sobs for help in the dead of night where even the sun can’t seem to reach them Death is there to embrace them
Death is the one who whispers to them that it’s okay now and they won’t be hurt any longer
Yet Death is the one people blame when they can’t see that life is just as cruel as they claim him to be
I can't believe it's been all these years since we last touched, it hurts so much
I see my breath in the dim light of a December sunset, lingering snowflakes dancing in the air
Down on one knee I kneel beside you, my tears freezing as they fall, it's so quiet
Clearing away the snow that rests upon your granite stone I trace your name with my finger
I can't bear to be away from you any longer, the cold wind caresses my empty soul in twilight
From lips that are turning blue, I whisper "hold me in your heart". The time has come
The barrel of the gun shined in the glinting light, my finger slowly pulls the trigger
The birds flew away in haste as the report echoes in the silence, my pain gone now
A winter night falls, let darkness consume the world as it did me, all is quiet again
Once more my love we are together, after all these years
Today I've made my decision.
I can't endure any longer.
Watching my soul suffer, I realise
I'm finished, I'm done.
I'm just suicidal scum.
I feel like just a other statistic.
Another mark in the tragic tally of
those who choose to leave.
There is no time left to grieve or
to waste.
This is it, I'm done.
No more fear to overshadow my
life.
I refuse to continue this
shameful existence.
I'm finished.
The world feels indifferent, and
I say goodnight.
It's time to rest for good.
I spent the whole morning fighting corruption
And I suppose I defeated it
I subjected myself to obstruction
Debunked myself in the terms most concrete
I corrupted my fondest memories
Thought I deserve to be punished strongly
But out of the blue it dawned on me
That suffering wasn’t a help any longer
So once more I returned to corruption
Humiliated the frying pan by washing it
Exploited roughly with no instructions
The tap water, it gushed out down at my feet
Then your summer garden I saw at dusk
Your roses were blooming stunningly bright
And some fallen apples lay down in the grass
Beneath the apple tree, almost out of sight.
hit hard by divorce it felt like a fatal crash
no hope future nor happy ending in sight
the airbag had failed and the brakes had not worked
the tank felt empty tax expired any insurance foreclosed
it took reflection grief and sadness to resolve the calamity
and eventually rationalisation made way for feeling emotions
in a humble friendly compassionate fashion of self-loving care
he had survived and felt no longer the victim
so he could not afford to whip himself any longer
self-harm was not the solution for future and healing
and suddenly he looked at the sun in a very new light
…it’s all over. A bridge once stood here. Strong and sturdy where we could safely tread and reach the distance, hand in hand, secure in one another’s embrace.
Our travels, as the years went by and the storms came and went, seemed to wear upon this bridge, our hands detaching one digit at a time.
These hands know not a gentle touch from one another any longer. Instead, now stands distance where once stood a mighty bridge. Now dangling rope and splintered wood with an insurmountable chasm between where once we stood, hand in hand.
We could curse the bridge, but why hold disdain for such a thing as the very path that once brought us together. We could curse each other, but such hurtful and hollow platitudes hold no weight.
The chasm is too deep and too long however.
So long, my dearest friend. May one day we find another bridge to cross, another path to travel, and the warm embrace we once enjoyed so very long ago.
and there out of nothing came hope
for peace harmony and justice
he knows only too well that he cannot control
events situations nor other people
only has the choice of how to respond
wishing wanting demanding procrastinating
had got him into his own distorted shadows
to the brink of an abyss near a canyon of tears
anger resentments and fears threatened all values
yet love tolerance compassion and self-respect
brought him closer to reality and the chance for a future
he does not wish to fight any longer
but is ready to stand up tall for himself
and now what seemed to be crumbling
a once beautiful mosaic turned into tatters and shards
offers building blocks for healing and recovery
in his meditations he saw faint images
of Munch’s Scream and Gaugin’s exotic beauties
surprisingly no Guernica of Picasso
but the peace doves are present
songs are no eulogy any longer
and hope came out faith and surrender
Stepping away from earthly possessions
you might not be able to see the path
you might stumble and fall
but if you put your faith first
that path doesn't seem so dark any longer
It had been a beautiful mosaic of togetherness
passion bliss unconditional love miracle and blessing
Klimt’s kiss and the snake not eating the apple
a delusion maybe and clinging to impermanence
the beautiful shards are still very much there
do not fit any longer are awaiting new ways
what remains is friendship and letting go
outcome detachment and having faith in the future
aligning rational thinking with emotions and feelings
practicalities and simply getting through the day
without harming each other in love and tolerance
and not falling into the trap of hurting ourselves
suffering bears the chance for growth change and independence
for accepting what is and being open willing and honest
without prayer and meditation I would be lost forever
therefore I surrender one day at a time and for good
As much as I love snow,
This cold is enough to make me honest today ~
My old bones require more warmth,
And I have to constantly cover myself from head to toe,
If and when I step out of my cozy home;
The hearth needs to be blazing hot,
And I don't have the strength to chop wood anymore,
Who will help this old, lonely lady?
People around have grown cold over time,
There is a lack of love, warmth and caring,
As the day of the Lord draws nearer,
Or maybe my last day (whichever comes first).
The cold of the night is seeping in
Through these cracked windows and elderly bones,
And my weary wrinkles shiver,
A blanket is not enough nowadays
And I long for the warmth of the sweet Summer sun.
There was a time when I played in the snow,
Making magical snow angels and chubby snowmen,
Catching the soft snowflakes on my tongue,
But now, thinking of the white snow makes me white,
This cold is enough to make me honest today ~
I simply can't bear this chillness any longer.
I don't believe in love anymore,
I don't believe in romance and staying
I believe in eyes that hold deceit
and fingertips that trace my skin like tongues full of critique.
I believe in the fire of lust and coveting a trusting heart to conquer
I believe in shifting loyalties and fading desires but more so,
I don't believe in love any longer.
Frostbitten winds cut my cheek, the same place pecked
Gently by your chapped lips.
Paradise is lost in ideas of youthful naivety – hopes, miracles
All simply dreamt before time’s continuity.
Acceptance of a possible worse truth told –
I can’t hold hope in promise, not any longer. . .
Humming softly in broken shards of rueful, indelible pasts,
I welcome the unending abyss – engulfed.
Yet alive.
At the center of London 2025 farmers and
Supporters came, this upon tractors the farmers did..Which is of their typology
I do not kid.' Intrinsic to their role in any land that i know, farmers drive tractors into
Town, unless you were real thick.? Its just
Sort of 'how they roll' persecution for so doing, is so plain to view
Like a rusty barn roof, don't know about you ?
nly un-just.' Which in
Itself is un-lawful..To do so is a must, and real true.' So much misscarrige of justice happened today.' Aided and abetted, plain
As the day.' As large as the konk of sadiq
khan.' If it were any longer he could park it s barn..' Say!! Maybe thats his plan, to divest some good men of goods and chattels.' So his nose could be covered instead of some country hens.' Anyway its
All a mockery.' Time to call time soon..Or the madness of woke ideaology will send good farmers to the moon.' An a penal servitude.' And no matter at all the cost.'
As they have stolen so much money.' Its only the responsible who will bear the loss.'
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