A look of love
A look of disgust
A look up above
A look if you so must
A look if one would kill
A look of uncertainty
A look if you will
A look from you to me
A look of anger
A look of dispare
A look a little gander
A look who,when,where
A look so distinctive
A look from me to you
A look from diffrent perspective
A look another point of view
Old write from 2019 sometime thinking about when people stare idea from piems sights2012
If l could give any reference
To the fact l am here nor there
And you know as far as patience
If its a virtu then to me it is rare
With current level of interference
I am now in the land of dispare
With all of this repetitive nonsense
Something l do not wish to share
I've never been one for ignorance
But right now l do not really care
As l am in this state of absense
And so blissfully unaware
Was suposed to be follow up to
A state of confusion and a state of mind 2020
Looking back on reflection
Still l am trying to compare
If l could make the connection
l have lost myself some where
Yet again another introspection
Something for which l now share
Always these feelings of rejection
With love ,loss ,anger and dispare
And now though the apprehension
When at one time l had so much flair
Seems l've lost sense of direction
As l am neither here nor there
Afollow up to poem where do l go from
Here just another introspection written 2019
Now in the twenty first centuary
What feels like the land of dispare
Perhaps though just blissfully
People now so unaware
But still their is so much hostility
It seems tensions beging to flair
And the fabric of current society
More than ever stripped bare
And with the level of uncertainty
With all of the global warfare
Just looking back at history
Something you can't compare
Just word play some bits original idea behind
A new age poem 2020
The darkness in the sky is brightend by the stars and the moon,
looking at the liquid mirror rippleing the reflection from above.
the abstract beauty created by the the creature swimming in the mirror,
as its fins break the surface.
the dancing of what looks like fire byflies
catching the breaks in the mirror.
As much as the sky looks down at itself in the mirror below,
it knows in a few short hours its beauty will no longer show.
as the lights in the darkness sneak away, the sun says hello,
with the tears of old stars falling from the sky, the moon hiding away with sadness and and dispare.
tomorrow night the mirror will return,
but the reflection it memorized wont be the same,
For the tears the sky cried, was it bring in the new,
the moon never leaving, but always saying goodbye, beneath its vibrent brightness its so sad inside.
Take me through what you desire,
Those memories that burn like fire,
All the qualities that you admire,
And all those dreams that backfire,
Walk me through all that pain,
Those monsters you tried to tame,
All those secrets that are aflame,
And all the demons you can't sustain,
Lead me through your darkened mind,
Those hidden boxes that you've designed,
All those issues you've yet to find,
And all the times that you were blind,
Show me how many times you tried,
Those quiet moments where you cried,
All those times you could have died,
And every moment you broke inside,
Walk me to the pits of your dispare,
Those people that pretended to care,
All those times into nothing you'd stare,
And every betrayal that left you unaware,
Lead me to that trap deep in your soul,
Those desires that are as black as coal,
All those chances you should have stole,
And every nightmare you can't control,
Now take my hand, let me show you,
That special light, shining through,
All those storms, yet stronger you grew,
Overcome and battle, it's what warriors do,
You have not an idea, not even a clue,
Your rarer than stardust, if only you knew.
WHISPERING JOURNALISTIC THOUGHTS IN A QUIET PLACE WHERE I DWELL
down deep where unseen is unseen
way far away where not a soud can be heard
in a place where oblivion is oblivious to oblivion
i dwell as if normal life recently invented was never an idea
the castle where i now lay my head is a mere blueprint example made of a vapor long since antiquated
i eat a bowl of iced soup and tickle each icicle that has grown rip van winkle beards dyed blue
the key to the city is abandoned and the rust make it cum hard exploding pepper spray sperm
where is the air when deep is pitch black dispare
why do i cry as i sigh on the midst of being super shy
i only beam when the team's dreams are oddly serene so it seems
the end is so dirty that that it feels so clean that it sheens and its presentation is so abstract front to both sides in all strides to the very back that i do not come close to knowing what it all means
Hour after hour, I was sitting there,
the time unknown,
deep in prayer.
Her hand I held, but she was unaware,
I was all alone,
in much dispare.
I wish we'd had, more times to share,
while I was grown,
it isn't fair.
This is more, than even I can bear,
no mercy shown,
or life to spare.
Her breathe is short, and she is gasping air,
I hear her moan,
and I prepare.
The time has come, and this I swear,
it will be known,
there's no compare,
the love we share!
My days seem so dark now
I'm struggling to find some light
But I know it's not forever
I know I need to fight
I'm lost within myself
Wallowing in my own dispare
But when i look to the mirror
I know that strong girls still there
Today has been a tough one
Iv made some big mistakes
But tomorrow I'm going to learn from it
I'm looking for some faith.
My strength hasn't left me
I'm not weak like I believe
Life is trying to teach me
That we walk on cobble streets.
The path isnt smooth
It's not an easy ride
But it does bring us strength
Which will then lead to our pride
Be proud of who you are
All of the time
Struggling after all is not a sort of crime.
Sometimes we just need to pause
To take a little time
Let our minds clear the mist
So we can see the clearer sites.
In life there will be saddness.
Some days there'll be dispare.
But it's always been a comfort
for me to know you're there.
Staring onto the blanks of skin depths,
I might as well fake for forsake.
Bright eyed and brushy tailed,
Hidden in the mask of despair.
Abandoned quiets of youthfulness,
juggling with lives apse.
"Hush, speak no more.
You ain't my reign,
nor am I interested in lame."
A beginner's mind, which I am not aware of.
Thinking of rainbow vivid and lush greens,
carving forced passions of strangers beliefs.
Bright sleeked while the sharp of shadows go un-noticed.
"I do not fear the dark"
So I say.
While my eyes were coved to mantic sounds of silences.
'Youth' it was someone said.
Bipolar I corrected.
With Shine and Glimmer of such Beauty
It whispers to You to come near
Giving Promises of what is to come
and what it says is Perfectly clear
a place of no pain or hunger
where you are truly free
everywhere there is light
no gravity and you take flight
what you may ask is beyond that door
it is the next phase in life
and fear it not for it shall be
because it is the next step of our soul
where do we go from here
you only know when you get there
you might sleep a billion years
or you might only be gone in a twinkling
Death is beyond that door
it is not a ending at all
but a page turned and we all go there
embrace this, do not dispare it
some say there is a heaven
so I might say this is hell
what awaits us is written in stone
but in the end we are not alone
If not the clipper in the Saharan grasslands
Then brother be the zipper to fasten the ethos
Afrika mourns of today. Lamentation the dry
Ingredient to our sorrows that craft dispare.
Look at how they fattens alike baobab fat yet
I'm proudly a street hustler, bustling trickster
Thins a biltong shred in toils for sustainance...
I had a lovely dream
milkshakes and ice-cream
lying on a a beach
sipping on soda stream
alas... to my dispare
it became a nightmare
chased up from my deck chair
and told I was'nt welcome there
thats when I saw the sign
WHITES ONLY is what it read
I thought the beach was mine
given like daily bread!
I woke up from my sleep
thoughts racing in a maze
is this what was endured
way back in the days....
A Hope, A Wing And A Prayer
By Charles Gerald Patrick Chard 2nd
Chevra Gavri Hanita Hazaka Abir Selek 2nd
Who is able to deliver us?
Who is able to take this rain, this creator of rust?
The rain may be good for the seed and the plants,
This amount of rain will kill all the ants,
It creates in us such despair and gloom,
Must all the day we sing a durge,
With streams of utter depressing surge,
Can’t go no where, Can’t do anything at all,
Waiting daily for some relief that’s all,
Where O where can the sun be?
Wondering so miserably,
What hope have we got, on a wing or a prayer?
Is there any hope at all out there?
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