It was half-sub-merged; as it were you
sea."
And some sort of process?
that seemed to
In-clude me.? Well wether i write-ed? or it just appeared.' People will read it have no
Fear..It will test their aptitude and
drown their senses..May be it'll flush out more whatever? And liquidate fences.? Words have that power.! I know not fully, the knot from
Whence it comes, yet it causes some tears
And anguish in a sum.' Or laughter? And
hilarity, fires emotions; causes commotions, it can describe truth fully or
Twisted, it can be.? It describes Abrahams
Actions, for ' he digged a well ' thats the text in front of me..A Bible verse thats lasted so long, a story etched in stone and songs, read so many billion times..The tounge
recites its prose and rhyme..I think
Of the fancy grammer beagles that stilt and censure..And create wots legal.? But
God don't care.' Bout sll the razz, and when they run out of words, and time there is more that He has.' He gets it writed.' Is whats the case.' And it will float
This ARK in many a space writed and worthy it proceeds along, while critics though many.' Are really
swans lost in their own songs.'
What a fool, you were, taken for a ride!
It’s a lesson to learn, protect your own hide.
They had great a time, using your emotions.
Grow up, make absolutely no commotions.
God has a new friend, already on their way.
Stop snivelling, get on your knees and pray!
So, if they did this to you, smile, you are blessed.
A friend never jumps on your soul, do not be stressed.
You write their namss, put it in the Book of Psalms!
May God grant you peace, and protection from harm.
I wish you love!
Pangie
12/07/2024
In my deepest melancholic mood,
when my appetite ceases for food.
When I can hardly get an hour's sleep.
When I'm tempted for nothing to weep.
When I can scarcely retain a smile.
When happiness goes a distant mile
away from my world of emotions.
I veer off from my own commotions,
when I journey through my own feelings
to get the best of inner healings.
Positive conquest takes center stage
as it defuses my inner rage.
I am renewed with positive thoughts
as my inner melancholy rots.
I simply relive my happiest days,
as my memory the good times replays.
I think of my friends and family,
and the good times we spent happily.
I retain my uplifting memories
which I penned down in Emory's diaries.
If there is a need to know what goodness really means,
Then that's when the purity of your heart needs to be seen,
And the reason why greatness has clung unto you since your teens,
So, anyone not giving you credence for your brilliance is committing nothing but a grave sin,
The vivacity in your smiles is enough panacea to wake up dead emotions,
The sparkles of your handsomeness cause affectionate commotions,
You exhibit intelligence as if smartness is on your exclusive promotion,
You effortlessly dish out wisdom as an off the cuff donation.
Success daily flows into your home like an endless river,
The reason why your level of greatness still has no rival,
'Cos your longstanding achievements are what others are just celebrating as their new arrivals,
That's the extent to which your accomplishments are making others to quiver.
May each day of your life be filled with overpowering happiness,
May you be blessed with good health in awesome plentifulness,
May God's abundant blessings surround your home in astounding exclusiveness,
May you live long in spectacular richness.
At the edge of the dark forest, in shadows
Breathing the heavy morning dew, just the two
soft commotions kiss the silence as they froze
listening, for a presence, gentle hearts flew
huffing, puffing, thick scents of moss, blackest earth
outfoxing the hunter whose sure to pursue
he’s been an ever present danger since birth
always, she’s two steps back and one step ahead,
hoping to make it through fall for what it’s worth.
she feels like she is living in constant dread
and her fawn, oh, how she yearns to protect him
each season, she’s trying to avoid bloodshed
often, she travels in the creeks where they swim
sometimes eating bits of their corn on a whim.
Contrast:
Between the predator and the prey:
She starts the hunt with blood in her eyes,
She’ll seek out the trespasser to say her goodbyes,
Outfoxing him, soon he’ll pay the final price
She’s going to kill him, so next fall they’ll think twice
Before trying to trick her – he should have played nice!
delusions, illusions,
these random contusions,
idolic notions of
noiseless commotions,
keeps me in motion,
whirling with the gravity
I'm on my knees,
praying what you're saying
I still believe
and if its true
what i really need,
is to be sent away
from family
and friends,
I will contend
but that doesn't mean
it's not right for me,
can't you see
I'm not in control of this body
anymore
restless and sore,
an endless downpour
of emotions, evoke erosions
my sanity, slowly bleeds
leaving me a shell of me
all the while I beg and plead
leave me be, leave me be
I'm fine I'm fine,
you're acting crazy,
not me, can't you see,
I see it all so plainly,
time for me to be set free
from this false reality
with this slice I'll set it right,
clean and quick,
pick it up,
hazy drift,
I'm giving up,
In a world of chaos and confusion, discombobulation reigns,
Thoughts tangled like a web, where clarity wanes.
Lost in a maze of jumbled thoughts and emotions,
Seeking peace amidst the disarray and commotions.
But amidst the discombobulation, a glimmer of hope appears,
A chance to untangle the knots and conquer the fears.
Through introspection and a steady mind's navigation,
Finding peace in the midst of this discombobulation.
So let us embrace the disarray, for it holds a hidden key,
To unlock the potential within, to set our spirits free.
In the dance of chaos and order, we find our way,
To a place of understanding, where discombobulation may sway.
When the wheels of time move and the birth-death cycle ceases
Piercing through perishables Atman gains permanency.
Dharma (righteousness), Artha (values), and Kama (eases)
Lead to mirthful Moksha (liberation) marvellously.
The thought of attaining this Moksha in me is endless.
Its thirst is like the thirst of a nomad in the desert.
Goes on for days and months; physique and psyche grow restless.
The feeling my soul undergoes pleasantly does hurt.
Like the owl of Athens, the phoenix, and the Sankofa
The wisely existence of the present and the future
The heavenly world, the surface world, and the underworld
Each spider-web-like realm is spun as though by a suture.
Fountains, streams, and rivers flow on till they reach the oceans.
Oceans, beyond all notions, withstand cosmic commotions.
When sometimes I write
By the candles burning light
I never know
Where my words will go
I'm just the tool
The fool
Words flowing
Without even knowing
What my pen has to say
That's it's way
The ghost inside
I now confide
Controls my hand
Even I don't understand
I just follow along
Sometimes it is a song
Read it just like you
My words are true
Never knowing
Where they are going
Like watching television
Comes this vision
It dictates to my hand
Is this something you can even understand
I don't know from where it comes
But my life it usually sums
Stirring up my ever changing emotions
Starting these inner commotions
Leaving me dumb
And numb
Sometimes bring a tear
Or a rush of fear
I smile at times
While reading these rhymes
Maybe it is my crazy brain
Cause I'm insane
From lifes dirty little stain
Your love, dearest, is endless,
Like the hills, seas, and oceans;
I was lonely and friendless,
Full of inner commotions...!
You entered my ended life
Like nectar in a flower
In each of my ghastly strife
I grow, like a palm, each hour...!!
22 March 2023
Eternal Fire
Primitive fire
creates Universe entire
in Cosmic Explosion:
Continued commotions.
Fire of mind
blazes unkind
in human emotion:
Eternal sensation,
playing the role
to ignite the soul,
puts head higher!
Eternal Fire : Purifier.
02/ 18/ 23
Which Fire is Eternal
Contest by Joe Maverick
ON DIVORCE
Old love is descending to a closure
It’s getting weaker as days go by;
Disturbing violently, my composure.
This changing life is waning hereby
Exploiting the darkness of separation;
Trying to confront an unpleasant goodbye.
Trying not to vent her frustration
I shall go about with sincere intentions;
Without the necessary aggravation.
There shall be sadness and foiling emotions
To agree without confusion and commotions.
BREEZES BLOW
SNOW FALLS
RAIN DROPS
DUTY CALLS
WHISTLES BLOW
BELLS RING
HORNS HONK
BIRDS SING
KNOCKS ON DOORS
NAMES YELLED OUT
A FEW DOGS YELP
MORE KIDS POUT
THOUGH COMMOTIONS ARE CAUSED
NO MATTER IF PEOPLE STARE
I FIND MYSELF COMING BACK
(HERE [YOU] {ARE} <>
Treasure from the sea
Golden doubloon
Sixteenth Century artifact
By ancestors hewn
Earth’s history lays buried
Beneath five oceans
As undersea tremors
Create violent commotions
Freeing from Spanish galleons
Precious metals, gemstones
To greet early beachcombers
History on loan
Memories of bygone ages
Scattered on the sand
Finally kissed by sun again
While in a searcher’s hand
I pursue this morning trek
With Atlantis on my mind
Seeking proof at last
In treasures I might find
When ancient civilizations
Seem to disappear
Comb the beach, you might find
The evidence is here
For like a phoenix rising
New finds appear each day
And I’ll not stop searching
Till doubts I can allay
Ideas implanted,
Without my consent.
Holding me in contempt,
Knowing I need to vent.
But I don't know how.
So I,
Aimlessly prance around,
Smile, but wanna frown.
Head up, but feeling down.
Pretentiously playing a clown.
That tension internally, stirring, destructively, creating the beast, nowhere to release, who should I be?
Who they want me to be?
Emotions, causing commotions, unsatisfied with the notion.
Drinking the magic potion.
And it's filled,
With “love”.
But it's conditional, & subliminal, stealing my soul like a criminal.
But the system calls the plays, and I’m the receiver
Masking everything, creating an unfulfilled deceiver
Now I'm a believer.
In,
Blazing your own trail.
Do it your way,
And you’ll uncover the veil.
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