Suicidal tendencies
never seem to be barriers
for the affection of the damned.
When I die,
throw my shoes up on that powerline
at the intersection of homosexuality
and the shortcomings of the Christian religion,
the place where animosity festers
below a guise of neutrality.
On the corner of iniquity
and the depravity that comes with appropriated acceptance,
think of the times I almost jumped;
fly high on my J's to end up deformed
on the pavement in front of the chapel.
Think of the sadness I hid in the tear stains on my mattress,
not to be confused with typical teenage skeletons
in the closet, but a manifestation of the manslaughter
I wanted to impart on my own sentience.
Throw all of the shoes of the broken hearted,
the worldly departed,
the mutually destructed
up on that power line of lost hope.
Let us finally feel the electricity you seem to have humming underneath your bones.
Saving our only home
The world should be clean.
The world should be green.
Throw the waste in the dustbin.
And the world will come one step closer to being clean.
Day by day it is getting worse and dirtier.
Holding up the pain of being untidy
The earth carries a lot of people.
The earth wanted to be a planet where humans could live forever.
Earth wanted to have humans, however
Humans are not willing to be earthians now.
They only want to leave the planet. How?
Humans are fed up with the planet they destructed.
They are finding the planet where new life could be constructed.
The earth is worried about its health and ours too.
And this responsibility begins with you.
Before Mother Earth forgets its purpose.
Taking care is a responsibility that begins with us.
Dead planet
Walk, just walk, deserts, mountains, valleys, ravines, and craters give the view
In horrific landscapes, no life exists, oceans, seas, forests, or green flower fields.
Silence the ruler of this planet, the invisible frozen past from thousands of years ago
Destructed civilization, atomic bombs, this is the truth. The Mars is a dead planet
Would you like to look at the satellite images and the photographs of the Mars rovers?
Pyramids are interesting and not natural objects and shapes. A lot more memories
There are pyramids on Earth, all created by the same civilization. Extraterrestrials
This civilization killed itself on Mars, we are the witnesses to their lives of heritage
We must learn from their mistakes. The Earth must always be green. The living Earth.
Home
Our home
In our solar system
Still
Does not exist
One more
Living Earth
Last year, I and other family members took supplies
to assist an area devasted by a tornado. There stood
two large vehicles; one was from the Red Cross and
the other from the Samaritan Purse.
In the middle of all the destruction stood a
church facility serving as distribution center.
For me, there was no doubt as to why that Christian
facility was still standing. One word sufficed: God.
Why don't storms continue their devastation?
Why do they bother to cease and desist?
Why do ocean waves usually cease at the shore?
Why isn't there multiple volcanoes all at once?
Why has mankind not self-destructed? God.
Why does knowledge come gradually over time?
Why are so few people ahead of their time?
It's not a mystery that you and I are not in control.
Why is the earth the only planet known to have
Air, wind, water, trees, wild vegetation, etc.? God.
Being at the helm does not mean I determine my destiny.
There's so much more to follow that we've never seen.
051724PS
i once stood
within my own shipwreck
blaming cruel seas
years past
flotsam and jetsam
built a driftwood home
when storms came
that ramshackle shelter
self-destructed
while i
cursed foul weather
looking outward
never seeking inward
i decried a faithless fate
unt
a blinding truth
ransacked
an unseeing mind
simply that
I ALONE
am the author
of my own life-long
melodrama
none other than me
bore this responsibility
of such a tangled
tragicomedy
Choices are never easy
Even when they're expected
Things sound cheezy
When no one is respected
Each detail makes you queasy
Your brain becomes clouded
Every nook and cranny
Has now been infected
We know deep down, we might be crazy
But with each detail, it will be debated
Our endgame needs to end with everyone happy
But what happens when we are self destructed?
Our knees turn to jelly
For it is nearly decided
The answer makes me uneasy
Because it was you I wanted
You're all I can see
If only I never hesitated
I could love you freely
and now I daily, am reminded
That it was never meant to be you and me
Too many ups and downs in the journey
Too much sweet, bitter and honey
Far far away long way travel
Crying for peace in front of the devil
Destructed abstracted undefined destiny
Self-realizations in the middle of the journey
Multi-personalities in a tourney
Giving up and giving in convicted felony
For murdering the person in me
Painting characters to fitting in to see
Too many unanswered questions for thee
Humming happily for the sunflower-like bee
Praying for God to unlock the key
Self-realization got me on my knee.
That I am worth it and worthless
That I am hopeful and hopeless
That I am cheap and priceless.
I go round and round on my youth
Nursing my pain for pills of sooth.
I finally found out that realization is self-lose.
Leave the statues where they BE.
They may not mean much to you or ME,
But they speak volumes to all about HISTORY.
If it's truth we SEEK, give history a chance to SPEAK.
Whether in DEFEAT or VICTORY,
Statues need not make anyone ANGRY.
They unveil both the COWARDLY and the BRAVARY.
So again, I say, let our history tell the true STORY.
Present generations need not WORRY
About the past but lock in the MEMORY,
Refusing to repeat the evil and the MISERY.
Yesterday, we NEARLY self-destructed in RIVALRY.
But for the Grace of God, there would be no LIBERTY.
Today, we must soon determine who's the real ENEMY.
And I pray we resolve our DIFFERENCES without ACROCITY.
And tomorrow, may freedom still ring from sea to shining SEA.
051522PSCtest, A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest
The consciene of the world destructed today
the ballad of the war are playing on land and bay
The flames of violence of king Daksha going on the world
Sati and the Shiva, catastrophe of dance dancing hey.
Vishnu Muni, I know you, you ended catasthophe by cutting Sati
I am calling you, sinking in darkness, towards the world today
the world has became too hot to warm the heart like fire
please throw your wheel to stop the war I would like to pray.
Human race are playing in blood , the play of destruction
monsters are rulling on , they want to do evil thereon.
Pride of power spreads its net under the umbrella of violence
the fierce flock of sheep has made world as slaughterhouse in pain.
I wish to pray to have your grace to calm down the earth
human forgets their humanity, turns into giant,fall us in dearth.
I’ve mastered the art of the double knot
forgotten most of what I’ve been taught
my cuffs are frayed by elbows worn
my favorite jacket sewed where torn
the holes in my jeans – work put them there.
I didn’t pay extra for a fashionista tear
The words that I speak are simple and true
yet those that will listen are distant and few
now sadly it seems that in moments pensive
“someone” finds what I said “somehow” offensive
to someone who lives in a past “reconstructed”
or worse in a world that’s been “self” destructed.
I’ve worked for the planet – forever recycled
and before it was “fashionable” – yes! I bi-cycled
through traffic and pot holes in sunshine and rains
over crisscrossing tracks of ever late trains
through the streets of the city, the suburbs – for fun
cuz my knees hurt so much I could no longer run.
I drove tiny cars that strained on hills steep
no activist here – I was just cheap
So after you rant and rave and shout
Gather your sneakers and throw them all out
John G. Lawless
©12/15/2021
Maybe I'm just blind.
For not leaving the past, where it belongs, behind.
Sometimes I think that I'm just out of my mind.
Unknown it is, why I say this things.
No longer feeling satisfied with love and life.
Over with the attitude of procrastination.
My world, it wrote its own constitution.
There's no need for inquisition.
Memories that affect an important decision.
No one can procrastinate against me.
Putting lives at risk, with a stunt like this, so let it be.
Recognition of emotion, a feeling of emptiness.
I feel abandoned, living with a heart that was destructed.
Love, from my life, now deducted.
Over with the sorrow, the strain.
Not knowing if I'm suffering in vain.
Only wishing to terminate, isolate, and eradicate my pain.
I’d annihilate
the ascending sun
from the sky
incinerate the
eremitic moon
beyond recognition
eradicate
each and every
constellation from its
galaxy
decimate every
planet one
at
a
time
if I believed
that it would
give you one
instant of
respite
from the
savages gorging
on your essence.
The creation gave birth from the word of God’s mighty reaction. He said let their be light and then it appeared. His beautiful grace made a way for the dark skies to be cleared. He is the Alpha and Omega and the Creator of the Vega. His creation has many truths that relaxes your soul with peaceful soothes. Their is life in her tummy that grows like wild fire from her mommy. Each star is named by our Lord and is filled with light sources that attracts the sun’s core. The birds comes out to find their seed who is also created by God who plans their feed. 1+1=2 and God’s Divine order was meant for you. When you go to the beach the waters don’t overflow because God has kept it under control. Even the moon does not have its way because God calls it to stay. The trees give oxygen and provides apples in the bin. The creation is on God’s watch and nothing takes place that is destructed and harsh. It’s on his time and no one knows his departure and the sun’s fateful shine. It won’t be another Armageddon until Jesus Christ comes back again. The future will give you a clue but beware the world might be on the news. God’s in control and that’s all I know! God Bless!
An earthen pathway long forgotten
For many ages left untrodden
A relic not ruined but long forsaken
By dusty feet, this road’s not been taken
Through whispering woods, to ford flowing waters
Across fertile fields, through verdant green valleys
Who can say where it now shall wander
Through lands that wars have split asunder
What memories now will be unspoken
Their secrets forever lie unbroken
Friends’ councils ignored, a warning unheeded
Words spoke in anger to end a nation
Death to the people who once lived and thrived
A people whose rulers clashed and strived
Proud kings to wisdom listened not
Mustered the armies, the battle they fought
Decimation, demise, a people destructed
The sole remnant of which is a road long abandoned
What wages will teach us the cost of our actions
Why must we split into divided factions
A people’s legacy, all that’s left is a road
Remember it well, for we reap what we sowed.
I pulled her to me
Looked deep into her eyes
A cluster of stars they were
An effect brought by the street lights
My grip on her waist tightened
I'm sure she noticed this
Fortunately she didn't try to resist
All the tenderness of her skin surrendered to my fingers
So pleasing to the touch
Her lips so glossy
Already a satisfaction for a passionate kiss
Was about to go for them
But then Peep! Peep! a car destructed the moment
I didn't want to let go...I had to
It was hard to say goodbye
The tout made it easier
I just sat waving goodbye as the vehicle got into motion
I wished time could be reversed
So as to get back to her
And say the things I didn't say
I wish I had the courage
But then it is just a wish
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