I was doing so well - thinking I'd made it so far;
But now I feel as if my body is once again stuck behind bars;
Why did this happen - I did everything I was supposed too;
As my health deteriorates so fast - it's left me feeling so blue;
It seems as if my life will forever consist of unbearable pain;
As my once "well managed" life has now been flushed down the drain;
I was just starting to get my life back - it's so completely unfair;
Realizing the medications have stopped working has been hard to bare;
Knowing that I have lost my life again makes me breakdown and cry;
Acknowledging Im back at square one released a beast that tore me up inside;
I had so much to achieve such as college and volunteer work - where'd it all go?;
I've lost everything I worked so hard for - and why I wish I didn't know;
I feel as if my heart is broken - that I'll never function or be well;
As my chronic illnesses grab me by the throat ands drag me straight back to hell
My mind has ignited.
soon turning to ashes
Next to turn to ashes is the pain.
The pain that furies
Soon it will be consumed.
It fears me,
But I won't be the one.
That fears it
I can feel the fire
It consumes my body.
Slowly.
Painfully.
Soon it will be I
Who consist of no more.
Then a pile of ashes.
I am grateful for understanding Antoine de Saint-Exupéry’s advice
Which I offer to you with my affection:
“Love does not consist of gazing at each other
but in looking outward together in the same direction.
This beautiful Sunday afternoon has me pondering my life.
I lost my beautiful son in his twenties to mental illness,
just months ago. So now adjusting to being a mother to one
adult son is a very different situation, and I have not developed my sea
legs for my new life situation yet. I also decided to take on a new
life project to have something positive to focus on, but that isn't
official yet. Most of all, I am grateful for a loving husband and a loving
God who have both supported me during this time of upheaval.
Grief is very hard, but it is an extension of the generous love that
we had for our son and how grateful we are for having him in our
lives for the time he was here. There is also relief that he is at peace.
My days consist of swirling emotions with sometimes intense responses,
and lots of leaning on the love of God and my family and friends.
I am very grateful for my tribe!
I'd like to tell you
The the story
Of weird life of english tori
The history of imperialism
The quests of human groups for territory
Of the political bias
On pair based
Or the triangles
Or quaternions
Of that that
And you yourself
I do assume
Is never really sorry
- - - - -
It's true Computer does respond
That I am never really sorry
I might ashamed be
But not sorry why
To comprehend the history of humans
And correctly
With quest for true solution
Eager I am to try
I choices make in life
In way that only would regrets result in
If higher purpose of my being is
Live life in way that's ain't insulting
Sophisms we do appreciate
We clever logic great inquirer appears
World does consist of great variety of spheres
Is it secure for me posting poem this?
In time of peace for war prepare
In time of war prepare for the peas
Happiness: it consist of small pieces
Beautiful, extraordinary moments
It's not general, it's not social
It's personal, it's contagious
It's what echoes to your soul
It can summoned at any moment
Like shaking your piggy bank
Checking every bit of it to enjoy
Pull something piercing bright
To alive a soul that's waiting.
we had it coming
looking at pictures of an empty Piccadilly Circus
or the Eifel Tower in Paris is empty of life except
for police cars cruising to fine anyone breaking the law.
The emptiness is enormous and frightening to think
how quickly humankind can disappear forever
When the pandemic is over, there might be another one.
Millions of people all over the world rotting in their homes
the disappearance of humans is a near reality.
The only hope is that we lived a tolerable good life.
The future will consist of animals hunting each other.
Cities will crumble art and culture of no value.
We had it coming, I despair.
My English Brother and the Rich
I find it impossible to be envious of the wealthy, buying superyachts one bigger than the other, when they get seasick at the thought of sailing out to sea
Marrying a busty blond with big knockers often taller than themselves, or buying a newspaper and dictating their political views that frequently consist of sour grapes
Some very rich people indulge in sexual fantasies of the sort a 16 old might have and visit an island 200 times to satisfy their depravity and live in fear of being exposed
I know of a mega wealthy man, whose dream is to be the first human on the planet Mars to colonize the place in case our earth burns Is he going to take his 14 children along?
My father, although working class, was not unlike these people there was always one more woman to sleep with and I now learn he spent the war years in UK fathering a child
I hope it was a boy, my own brother died young, mind my English brother must be 80 by now, in a terraced home freezing, since the pensioners lost the winter benefit
IN THE ONENESS OF HIS LOVE
The current
State of the nation
That has now become
The new I am,
Consist of the reborn me,
My great God,
His divine guidance,
And graceful wisdom:
All united
In that ever glorious onederful
Onement of the oneness of His love:-
Life is a dark labyrinth,
Every inch of it is a myth.
It is lighter outside,
Experiences say it is much heavier inside.
Welcome to the world of uncertainty,
Dilemma and chaos take place between reality and eternity.
Perplexity rises until death,
It does not consist of a single quiet bed!
I am a sojourner in this damp maze,
Slipping is my passionate habit in my eternal shape.
I will not live forever,
Neither anyone nor even prophets are constant saviours.
I just wish to live while I am alive,
This labyrinth causes me a severe headache.
I just don't want to live in this dilemma,
To me, the afterlife is more than an enigma.
Allow me to leave this labyrinth,
Wherever I wander, I am in a constant sprint.
The light grows darker day by day,
Lost in the haze, I drift astray.
“What wisdom can you find that is greater than kindness?” – Jean-Jacques Rousseau
I have not got many truths.
Gray can blur lines of white and black
yet there are things that instinctively I know as right,
and also there are things so wicked I can never
even let them touch my soul.
Never could I ever take delight in another person’s suffering.
Life is sacred; I cannot fathom the depravity such as
that of ancient Roman masses mercilessly cheering for the murder
of slaves, Christians, and even that of criminals
deserving of death. I abhor cruelty
in all its myriad, varied forms. I believe ill will
we wish on others (even our small acts of meanness) -
will revisit us, either now or after death.
My truths consist of sincerity, kindness, and love.
Success does not consist
In never making mistakes
But in never making
The same one
A second time.
Success synonymous
With the word persist
And often adds insist
In not doing the best
And to be the most fortunate.
Waiting all week for the weekend
To spend time with you, my friend.
Set for these forty-eight hours
To see what our freedom devours.
Exactly what will be in store?
Laughter, fun and so much more
Because there are so many ways
To make the most of these two days.
Working away the other five
Towards when we can start to thrive
And enjoy such good companies
Of our friendships and families.
Moments which consist of these
Make up the forest for the trees.
So let us spin another tale
Before age sees us old and frail.
Time is precious - life is short
And goes so quickly, we are taught.
The weekend is one time as such
We can gather and keep in touch.
My burning heart is broken forever —
it's beyond my melted power to fix it clever.
My dark thoughts don't help me recover.
My mind can't see clearly, over and over,
wandering off into blurred endless dreams.
Only my mortal body knows why it lives,
when my soul stilled and vanishes slowly.
All I've got is my body under a spell of lovely
survival, which the animal essence needs.
It doesn't think about end even when it bleeds.
My body wants to keep me alive, no death.
To survive, my instincts make me breathe.
I consist of broken hopes and innocence.
I was taken hostage by my tenacious essence.
Two hundred feet above the ground,
Our lives consist of endless nothing's.
Earth is all but destroyed by our hands,
People below scattered here & there, not wanting the life I chose.
Governments have abandoned us.
AI is our keeper.
The plan set long ago.
Promises given.
Promises taken.
Nothing to look forward to.. Only death.
Courtyard an hour a day,
Person or AI?
Can't tell anymore?!
Despair..
Hopelessness..
No thoughts allowed.
I look below,
Envy.
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