I translated this from German to English. Which unfortunately makes it less elegant.
To share my love,
nothing more painful can I imagine,
than to tear my heart in two.
To be bound to someone eternally,
but never fully belong to him
There is neither yes nor no,
just endless desire.
To be betrayed, in the
most cruel way, is not
with the body, but
with the heart.
Chaos of emotions, Love and
Suffering have never been closer to
each other.
How will this End, no
solution in sight
With pain and tears?
I don't know
The obligation, to have to make a decision
weighs heavily on my Shoulders
sunset tries to set in her eyes,
since the day she slid
down the cracks
of the windowpane
scrambling,
legs
unable to
flip back up.
She can't
maneuver
around,
as concrete
little shards
have
penetrated the nerves
in her back.
She waits out
for the hope
of catching light
one last time,
a dream of
greenery
a hopeful
vision
hearing
birds
whistling....
Mouth dried up,
can't tilt
her head
to the side,
where the rain's
getting in.....
the brown leafs,
rustle on in
keeps her warm
from the howling
winds....
She dies from thirst,
after the thunderstorm,
when it became
first light...
sunset dies in her eyes,
her little left foot,
gives up the struggle.
Inspired by Issa Kabayski haiku poem "a bath when you`re born"
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warm hands hold new-born
first breath greets the humid air
water cleans the skin
last gasp turns to mist
cold water soothes the tired bones
heavy hearts find rest
in lifetime no heed
when deceased why wash the skin
can it cleanse the soul
I am Eternal.
Love never dies.
Waiting for Jesus some stop waiting.
I love you Jesus any day now you will be back.
Knowing you the plan is amazing.
Does love ever die is the
question many of us ponder.
In this world of ours
Have you ever wondered
Where love goes when one
says that don’t love you anymore.
Love doesn’t just disappear or
Vanish into the black of night
I think it just shifts into
A milder version of love
What is love if it is not
Caring about a person
Their well-being, or their health
Or their happiness.
There are many types of love,
Such as for your lover, your parents,
Your children, your family, your friends.
Love has many shapes and forms
Love at first can be all time consuming
Flowers, excitement, passion, sex
But through the years it metamorphosis
Due to busy lives and commitments
To where we think
Love has died, but in fact
True love never dies
Original poem by
Linda Franklin
I'm not very bright you see
So can you explain to me
Why if a certain child dies
Nobody cries
Is it based on their ethnicity?
Elderly man in a hospital bed,
terminal ticket to wherever.
Doctor enters cubicle
looks at chart, vital signs,
sighs.
Dying man opens his eyes,
points a weak hand, finger extended
to whatever. Speaks:
"Google me"
Patient falls back onto pillow
death already rattling.
Last words are weak, but clear.
"Oh, I forgot, Google sucks."
It's a puzzle,
one put down to deathbed dementia.
The year is 1990,
seven years before the launch
of a monstrous mind manipulator.
I shall only be glad when mourning dies
When pain and suffering close her eyes.
I shall only know peace when loss is lost
And vanquished the burdens of our crosses.
I shall only rejoice when tears are forgotten
When disease is no more and perfection begotten.
I shall only dance when gravity yields
And with angels soar through pastoral fields.
I shall only sing when I enter His gate
And appear where family earnestly wait.
I shall only be found when with you I shall be
Lost in Christ's love for eternity.
Bound to the senses and constrained by mind,
caged consciousness burns in mind-body urn,
finding no solace in scriptures that blind ~
oh, although our heart bleeds we never learn.
To make matters worse, space-time is a cage,
within which all manifest worlds rotate,
a beauteous canvas but yet a stage,
wherein we’re twirled about by quirks of fate.
Stretching silence betwixt two thought form chains,
poised therein as awareness self-aware,
ego disappears as also soul’s stains
whence with heart of God we seamlessly pair.
Mourn not oh hermit, ego’s bereavement ~
It represents our highest achievement
Like boats that float upon the ocean wide,
We dwell within this world, yet not its tide.
The vessel sinks when water finds its way,
So too our souls, if worldly winds betray.
We are in the world, but not of worldly mold,
Our citizenship in heaven we uphold.
To guard our hearts from shipwreck and despair,
We must control desire and be aware.
Emotions yield to God’s communion deep,
Where Father’s wisdom wakes us from our sleep.
We gain His view - heaven’s perspective true -
And see beyond what earthly eyes construe.
By Word of our testimony, we arise,
Anchored in Truth that never sinks nor dies.
if a queen bee dies
workers select a new queen
royal jelly time
NO FEAR OF TERRORISTS THREATS FROM DANITA DELMONT AGENT MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND MULES SMUGGLING DRUGS AND LAUNDERING THE STASH UNDER MY TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY OPERATION SOUIX CITY INTERNAL AFFAIRS LITERALLY ABUSE OF POWER 922 822 TALISA SHAW HILTON GOD BLESS AMERICA NO FRAR OF SCUM DEAR DANNY BOY OR GIRL WEARING HOOFS HOUSE HALF HORSE HALF WOMAN GALLOPING AS MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND RIDE THIS FRESK OF NATURE LEAVING SLIME ON MY WINDOW SILL HISSING MULE MULE RUSHING TO CANADA STUFFED WITH DRUGS THE DONKEY THE ASSES CIRO BORROWED FROM TAMPA DANEILLE VENSOR FLEE FROM ME I SMELL YOUR STENCH RAW EGGS NOSE HAIRS TOE FUNGUS OH DANNY BOY OR GIRL SEEKING MY EX HUSBAND WATCHING ME TOO SUN BATHE LISTENING TO MY SISTER'S MOM AND I ON YOUR ILLEGAL EAR PIECES YOU ARE AN ABOMINATION THE SIX THINGS DOTH THE LORD HATES SEVEN IS YOU AN ABOMINATION
it's g
o
od ~
when we l*o*v*e with our h*e*a*rt*s
love lives in h*e*a*r*t*s
l*o*v*e becomes a j—o—k—e
when it f~~l~~o~~w~~s one w—a—y ~
it soon d
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s
Softly, the sun shimmers with golden glimmers
as a sanguine sunset dances a marvelous minuet.
Past the time of twilight skies, another day slowly dies,
only to be reborn again on tomorrow's misty morn.
With the warmth of radiant rays, Sol deftly displays
Dawn's luminous light in place of celestial starlight.
We seem to be losing our famous entertainers so fast. Its not that they can last forever. But its that they must finish their talent in Heaven, where they can rest. The best part is that their recorded music lasts a life time. However, their bodiily existence is gone and we can't see them perform in person.
The new performers are good, and entertain our minds for the present. But the old ones we grew up with can never be forgotten or replaced.
So here's to you Connie, Beach Boys' leader. and all the others. Your music keeps us going. Keeps us believing, they were always on our minds.
See you when I get there, again. L-O-V-E.
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