We dance beneath a carousel of blood
Tears flowing from the eyes causing a flood
We're just damned by our own intentions
Brewed by our interpersonal tensions
Lightning lances lively, and we're losing
Because reality is what we keep refusing
When there is no defusing mistakes we're choosing
It's bruising and abusing but we keep accusing
Each other of this nightmare we're dealt
When it's hard to have talked about how we felt
What does it mean to see an infernal prison to one born free
This ship we ride is brittle battling a bristling sea
But the fact is eventually the carousel stops spinning
And even the devil can't stop from grinning
For we have awoken the harbinger of end times
And we all must atone for our sins and crimes
So when you gaze into the unfathomable eyes of the abyss
Know that death awaits with a little kiss
And maybe then you will know it when you see
What an infernal prison means to one born free
Seeking safe waters to harbor my thoughts,
I found a confidant that calms my soul.
Despite the deafening sound of silence,
I heard your voice above the rigmarole.
Supplying comfort and companionship,
you move me by the depth of your concern.
And acting like my guardian angel,
you salvage kindled dreams before they burn.
Having felt the agony of love lost,
you understand the feelings I'm feeling.
And defusing frustration and anger,
help guide me through the stages of healing.
You offer my heart a glimmer of hope,
assuring me my suffering will end.
And you're always there when I need to cry
on a sympathetic shoulder, my friend.
She was enrapt by the glow and mesmerized
by what appeared to be some sort of orb,
bright faceted amber that was crystallized.
She struggled to comprehend and to absorb
the meaning of such a gilded gift of gold...
It was a seed of wisdom, sent as foretold.
Her mind was captured by fantasies reaped
and saw the future through prisms of glass.
Her gift of visions was baffling, but steeped
with wonderful events to come; en masse.
The glow encircled her head like a wreath
surrounding her as she stood upon the heath.
Fields of wildflowers then flourished ten fold.
She walked with highlanders for many years,
curing the sick, aiding the poor, young and old,
dispelling myths, defusing people of their fears.
She became a legend; the angel sent from above
blessed with a kind heart, overflowing with love.
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Lazy Millennial
Give the Lazy Millennial a damn job
He just plays Mobile Legends all night
And sleeps all day long like a cat
I’ll give the Lazy Millennial a goddamn job
Here’s a shovel son go and clear out the Mt Mataba Jap tunnels
Its two years of back breaking work to shift the soil
You can reload the 20mm cannon in my Messerschmitt 110
Swapping sixty pound full ammo drums for empty ones when upside down
Doing the soiled laundry aboard navy ships
What dirty secrets will you find?
Digging up old wartime landmines to protect the farmers
Defusing them with your ing teeth
All these and a thousand other military tasks
For the jobless Lazy Millennial
Politicians Are Refusing
To do things, politicians are refusing,
And like time bomb needing defusing;
Always on break;
For goodness sake;
This is highly alarming and not amusing.
Jim Horn
So many Blessings have You sent my way I have lost count
It seems like each and every single day an endless amount
From all those little things to the things that were so great
And the Joy Your Love brings defusing my every sour trait
For all the Hope You give, loving all Your Children the same
Dying so that we all could live, how Holy Lord, is Your Name
Every time that I have fallen you never once gave up on me
Each day I can hear You Calling, My Lord You've set me free
Thank You Jesus for everything, my heart praise's Your Name
For You have made it sing, inside, Your Spirit is like a Flame
From each breath that I take, to the wonder of Your Creation
Each day that I awake and carrying me through the duration
How Great Thou Are to know every hair on every single head
Knowing the name of every single star as on a Cross You Bled
My words simple and hollow for You Lord are all my strength
May it be You always that i follow throughout each day's length
Psalms 71:14
But I will hope continually,
and will yet praise thee more and more.
I am not done yet
Thy that is there unseen,
Told by preachers anger toward my ways,
That i would be wrapped soulless awake,
anbandone with my full-grown-basket.
Please hope I am not been defusing;
My man is still functioning,
Go tell Aisha whether she bask-not,
Please I am not done yet.
Touch not my properties, its my sweat
Tune not my wife's thats my concealment,
Plough not my land, its my sovereignty
Tell them I am not done yet
Oh! nature why done me evil,
You lay the world tune to my channel;
Know that I lay alone, you devil,
With your bewildering intellect.
One more last thought;
Tell them if I know I am done,
They could have chameleonly tight,
Please can I have more time to tune.
Kakamu jnr.
I look at the seasons and what do I see
But wonder and awe at Gods tapestry
The spring is so beautiful as it brings new life
Song birds are singing defusing my strife
The gardens are sprouting with wonderful care
Each one a mosaic with all of its wares
When summer rolls by now what do I see
But bikinis and girls that are so heavenly
There's hot rods galore with classics too
They rev and they roar looking so new
Now as fall settles in a season so fair
The leaves are a changing with a nip in the air
Now frost is a coming to put nature asleep
But the colors it gives is quite a treat
As winter arrives it blankets the ground
With a white soft coating that surely abounds
The animals are nestled each in their own beds
Dreaming of spring where they lay their heads
Another year over the seasons are fun
Next year will be new with that I am done
You all know me as Percival Jack
But my real name is Charles Byard
So you know, it's pronounced by-yard
Living with this name has been hard
You guys are probably wondering
Where did that name originate
Certainly never heard it ever before
At least that's what most people state
Well here's my tale, every bit is true
Uncle Byard in World War One
Died a big hero and was given a medal
But he never ever carried a gun
Before the war he was incarcerated
For his nefarious safe cracking exploits
The army thought they could use his talents
At burglary he was very adroit
So Byard was released and joined the army
To make use of his safe cracking skills
Sadly, one day while defusing a bomb
My uncle, the hero was killed
Was nicknamed Jack, but won't get into that
It's what I've been called me ever since
I'm thinking of changing it to 'Inspired Byard'
But my wife will be hard to convince
'And now you know the rest of the story'
As radio man Paul Harvey used to say
I've hated that name since I was a pup
But 'Inspired Byard' is okay!
© Jack Ellison 2012
The Sunshine
The Sunshine was not far away from me in the sky,
Surrounded by clouds,
It was piercing them, to spread its light.
My dreams and hopes too are rising like sea waves,
Touching the sky,
Oh, in such a lovely mood, I can feel the rain of love
As defusing golden light
Coming right from the Sunshine’s illuminating light,
Falling on me like the first rain droops,
And embracing me with love and pleasure
Which perhaps I can not define.
Ravindra
Kanpur India 27th May 2010
Seeping heavy under my skin
Shivering inception
Calming from its wisping caress
Tenderly soothing
Reaching with tendril like fingers
Lithe and satin
Permeating through my veins
Enveloping essence
Taming the maelstrom within me
Purity embracing
Divulging the rains of promise
Cleansing shame
Defusing against the flow of time
Forever young
Standing open in naked candor
Unselfish passion