I am meeting a friend at this restaurant
her eyesight is deplorably bad
I feel brave, sitting across from the front window
with large pieces of glass behind my back
her blue Ford could jump the curb at any second
he's dead
the first to make it polish
lifting it pointing up
murdering thoughts
his mind reasoning twisted and irrational
a few knew why
failed deplorably
his desire to retaliate the other
just turned upon himself
when growing up
getting to stay up
the tv's day ended
an on screen flag
waved as the anthem
played and then
white noise which
soothed me always
sounding like an ocean
then a time came to pass
that that wasn't enough
they not we wanted more
the waves no longer hit the shore
just hate added with more
negativity deplorably
we cleansed the house
by burning sage the day
the garbage truck took
away the television
happily to say
my son
can
see
clearer
Blue heaven lying beneath the shapeless moon night,
Clad in grey, in boots pitch black, he stood there.
A man of few words was "he";
Aloof, widowed and bleak.
Mundane and labelled weak;
Habitual to be unseen.
Inhaling the bitter cig, addicted! he wearily grieves,
Deplorably, at his slain dreams.
Debris of fragmented blades , entombed in his veins,
the demons framing his shame , how vain!
Self-hate failed to abstain.
Bridled by his woes, he mercilessly pleads, to those that he owes,
Disdained by his colleagues, tattling, 'He reaped what he sowed!'.
Destined to be abhorred, believing,
Drained, tattered and throbbing with pain...
Until he came upon a painted lake,
Of withered souls akin, languishing, to be sane...
12-8-19
Eight Word Challenge
Emile Pinet
dramatic verse
LORD, your mission I long to fulfill.
I know at times I hinder Your grace.
BELIEVE, You plead. -- I believe until
HELP is put on hold and doubts displace
THOU, God, the one Master of my will
MY deepest need is strength to erase
UNBELIEF -- to wait patiently still.
I need you Savior, LORD, my Surety,
counting it joy when I profess You are mine.
So when I fail to BELIEVE deplorably,
questioning your HELP, asking for signs,
O how very great THOU art, I sing to thee.
In your presence, MY faith I refine
and break off UNBELIEF, infidelity.
Jesus Christ, my unchanging LORD
totally pardons me I know. Once I
made my original choice to BELIEVE,
He’s always been nearby to HELP.
Reprove me, O Holy Spirit, THOU
can remove what I do not need-- MY
self-seeking pride, alas my UNBELIEF.
written 8/16/2014
inspired by:Mark 9:23-24, (when Christ healed the boy of demonic spirits)
23 Jesus said unto him, If thou canst believe, all things are possible to him that believeth. 24 And straightway the father of the child cried out, and said with tears, Lord, I believe; help thou mine unbelief.
It feels like I gave away all of my soul
All in false hopes of saving his own
And what now have I left to show for it all?
There’s nothing left but nothingness
Alone with my thoughts once more
Alone with what I can’t ignore
I have far less to react with now
Far less to feel with, you see
there’s less me
Ever as deplorably far from normality
As I can possibly be
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