Winter Night
winter
crackling fire keeps
us warm on dark cold night
den lights low, blankets cover us
we doze
I am huge with the body of a lion, yet I am a sheep,
The den isn't my Zion, yet the sheep come to me only in my sleep,
My ration of the catch tastes sweet, yet from my grip the biggest ones slip,
When what I need is a jet, yet I got entangled in a slow moving ship.
I dream of a play with the sheep but the shepherd is just too scary,
My long stay in the den is not making the lions any longer caring,
The sweets in the den are now too tasteful for me not to be part of the sharing,
But all I see around me are lions that are no longer cheering.
The bigger my canines become the more my carnivorous appetite diminish,
My rumen is now depleted of energies needing the coming days to replenish,
Soon my foolishness will totally leave my stomach to punish,
But it is better for the lion in me to die for the sheep in me to be without a blemish.
That day will surely come when no roars will scare my mind,
Then my joy will come under the protections of the shepherd that's always kind,
I am just praying that peace of mind will be there for me to find,
But all I need do now is to have a lot of patience for the grace of God to bind.
Watch your step, so you don't end up here
Where people like you simply disappear
To be devoured like prey, they're on the hunt
Looking for their next victim for them to stunt
Beware of the snake pit, the ones who take
The ones who would drown you in a lake
Of their own selfish needs and desires
With a tongue forked in two, the best of liars
Don't shake the bee hive, you'll anger the queen
All of her minions buzz around free
Selecting their next target to sting
It could be you next, their reasoning is obscene
Careful of the lions' den, looking for a meal
They look mighty noble, but all they do is steal
With brute force they pounce on their target
The language of violence is the only one they get
So sharpen your knives, and ready your mind
You don't want to find yourself in their bind
They fill up this world, on every corner you see
Is a place where one of these three could be
Identity crisis
1 word has tit in it
Overall it does make you feel like a tit
Att the decisions
Who are you
Identity crisis
No matter how I spell it or shout it or whisper it or talk to someone about it
Noone listens
“Your not gay you like a boy”
“Are you a girl again”
“Are you straight again”
“Once I break up with you will become gay again
Switch it on or whatever you do”
“Who are you”
Identity crisis
Sometimes crisis feels like overkill
A mountain out of a molehill
Much ado about nothing and making a song and dance about nothing
Now that's irony
You may not feel it but your constantly questioning
Who are you
Identity crisis
Makes you feel alienated
You
You have to go through this whilst everyone else doesn't
No one can relate
I don't know who I am
Help
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Rolled or in Gandalf's pipe,
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A journey that you'll love,
Alone or with a friend.
Heavenly aromas,
Waft up your grateful nose.
It's making your head spin,
And tingling your toes.
Now turn on some music,
Grab your favorite snacks.
Nobody will bust you,
So kick back and chillax.
Lone snowflakes drift in
As anorexic, claustrophobic bats shiver
Wrapped in their bat wing sleeping bags.
A field mouse plays “Three Little Pigs”
With a patch of straw.
An eerie wind whistles wickedly
Alarming an itinerant mole.
I snore, noisily unaware,
That my brother sub-let
His half of the den.
John G. Lawless
©1/21/2023
Christmas (The Big Day)
Christmas Eve, wow, the last day, before the big day
Mamas in the kitchen, banging pots n’ pans
Dad in his slippers is stretched out in the den.
The Christmas tree stands 10ft. tall
If this night isn’t over soon, I’d surely die-
Tick, tock, tick tock, the clock moves so slowly
I sneak a peek inside my Christmas stocking
Ooh the goodies I see
Makes my eyes open wide-
Presents are neatly stacked under the tree
I’ve counted at least three, and my name is on them all
Mama comes out of the kitchen and says-
"Now, now, be patient darling, the big day is almost here" -
Duchess has Den, Lind's Empathetic Yen
Laughing with Casey gave "rise" to a fall,
Giving "urgery" to surgery,
We pray the setback is soon annul!
Sometimes when mishaps occur,
Causes appreciation in full,
When things stop working,
Face the horns of the bull,
Carpe Diem! Step back & reflect,
Refute descent, resaddle!
Read, think, thank, pray, sing,
May the Big One bless you ->"Troubles Skedaddle!"
-Awakening In The Lions Den-
Sinking fangs into the flesh of mortality and being reborn without limitation.
Limitless precedence. Cultivated in the shadows like a noose in a wardrobe.
The lions out at play, whilst the queen tries to demoralize liberty.
The altar of loops in the midst of reincarnation. Reach for the stars, find only melancholy.
Gaze upon the winds of time and listen to the siren’s lustrous radiance.
Men can be driven mad and fall ill to the depths after going overboard. Never to return to their purity, soon to be forgotten.
Take heed, for the days grow longer and the nights never end.
Purgatory, the treasure trove of any broken man’s inheritance.
The decadent crown remains so, drifting through the river of Styx.
I’m in a salt and pepper dive called Magdalena’s Den of Sin,
Long overdo for dry dock, with my keel hogged out of line.
I’ve just enough good cheer to ring a single jingle bell.
Outside of that, the climate on the weather deck is fine.
I've got my ducks lined up, soon I’ll be shooting them down
So that I’m ready when those saints come marching in.
I’ll use a few smooth maneuvers to raid the barmaid’s port
In this sailor’s house of worship, Magdalena’s Den of Sin.
Daniel, a man who loved to pray
despite the law to worship Darius as King
would not be moved from His sovereign
faithful He was standing on to bring
Three times every day Daniel prayed
giving thanks to God for HIs goodness
this news was told to the King
forcing the Kings' hand ultimately to press
The King was much distressed concerning Daniel
He sought to rescue him but had to act by law
so the King spoke, Daniel may your God deliver you
then went to His palace fasting, no sleep he saw
Early the next day the King went to see
crying to Daniel has God delivered you?
Daniel spoke of God's angel came to help
closed the lion's mouth fast shut so to do
Daniel's God is the living true God
enduring always for never to end
in heaven and earth works wonders and signs
saving Daniel from the plight of the lion's den
( THis is written looking at the plight of Daniel being in the Lion's den, showing his faith in trusting in God through it all.)
I tripped into a foxhole
down
down
down
shiny black button eyes beamed
a dime a dozen for your doe-eyed sins
can you call your mother’s name?
Sleek and shining you
see
me
bleed
matchstick machete prick my fragile fingertips
I see you’ve laid out traps for me
can you call your mother’s name?
Ember red and raging you push me
up
up
up
through the blinding lightning sky
smolder there while I get colder
I’ll tell mother that you called.
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