Emptiness has no goal posts to defend,
in detachment holding hearts in embrace,
yet in darkness unwilling to descend,
nurturing vibrance as God’s gift of grace.
Entwined as one and yet standing apart,
the beauteous rainbow refracts white light,
inking on sky’s canvas a work of art,
for fleeting moments ushering delight.
Union and separation is the game,
tango dancing on life’s stage for a while,
wherein free from fear, no demons to tame,
we dance to music that matches our style.
Together or estranged, in joy we glide ~
At peace in our heart, for God dwells inside
Divorced and happy, divorced from the fraud, the one who promised to be there for all time.
Divorced from the stress, the person who caused so much stress, the one who was not only harmful, to my body and mind and all of my life, the one who left scars that will never leave, but have made me have knowledge of the nightmares that others can cause.
Divorced from the person who was unkind, the one who lacks truth, who uses people, and continues a life of lies.
Divorced from the monster, the one who made me cry and have confusion, you no longer can cause me to feel down.
Divorce is good, it can set you free, free to live a life of happiness, free you from a person that is not good, one that you thought was the one, but turned out to be a negative one.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
In the conjugal life’s complex topography,
vowed to traverse to the end together
within the sacred institution of matrimony,
the path may bifurcate where distrust dust gathers.
Marking the legal dissolution of marriage,
the partners once embraced by love and commitment,
walk divergent walkways through the emotional corridor,
away from incompatibility, for they grow apart over time.
The common course splits with the conflicting mindsets,
plunging into whirlpool of emotional challenges,
bears testimony to how the convivial chord
of conjugal harmony the impaired sentiments crumble.
In the lonely search for the way out of despair
psychic positivity leads to personal growth,
offering the opportunity of new beginnings,
helping to rise from the ruins of the past.
Self-esteemed prudence is a guide to navigate
the new reality through the terrain of self-regulating life,
and curve out an independent course to move on,
for the night ends, a new sun rises in another dawn.
Ardent ardour rippling in romance.
Glamour in amour also to dance.
Marital life running smooth with bliss.
Ideal family, I succeeded to establish.
No complaints in marital relationship.
My duties cum career, I loved to worship.
Loving husband and lovey children
felt me proud devoid of any strain.
Sudden thunderbolt blast in clear environ
Got devastated and heart was fully torn.
Conversation of Hubby in land line put me in suspicion
Somehow sensing pungent smell, picked up extension.
Stunned to listen about nasty betrayal.
Sudden shock sent me in dreadful dismal.
But my self-esteem and moral values forced
me to decide at that instant. Mentally I divorced
him : I discarded him, even situation was crucial.
When wound was malignant, surgery was essential.
Divorced from our true self, we wandered lost,
oblivious to truth of our being,
looming head-heart divide yet to be crossed,
with whispers of conscience disagreeing.
Trapped thus in a web of desire and fear,
joy in permanence soul sought was denied,
since ego let not love and light draw near,
deeming our waywardness as justified.
God, the dweller of our heart was dismayed,
yet waited for us, His child to awake
always ready to hasten to our aid,
by giving a gentle consciousness shake.
God’s left it to us to change our life’s course,
since touch of love applies no use of force.
I love seeing you after a long week
I hate the feeling of driving to your house
I love how we play video games together
I hate that it was all we did
I love my mother
I hate all the problems you made for her
I loved our talks
I hated the way you would talk to me
I love the memories
I hate our memories
I loved hanging out with you
I hated being with you
We used to love each other
Now the love is turning into hate
I love my dad
But, I hate Mark
Breaking one's heart
Is that we called
Love, Fate and Law.
Jack went up the hill
With lady Daisy for a thrill
He was injured you see
She got skin in her teeth
Jack got divorced from Jill
Oh how I loved thee contrary to time, and space - my mind slips the present into the future----tense.
She was a less-than-truckload lady
Who’d signed a contract for the long haul
With the interstate driver she married.
But that trucker kept a bogus bill of lading
And a logbook full of lot lizard flings.
So now she’s rolling down the big slab
In her hubby’s bobtail bulldog,
His gooseneck flatbed stranded in the wings.
She’d just renewed her CDL for diesel;
Her unexpected dispatch wasn’t forced.
Her old man was a cracker-headed weasel.
She left him feeling semi divorced.
Semi divorced, like a rider unhorsed.
She took away his way to keep on trucking.
Semi divorced was the judgement, of course.
He fooled around with fire and got a f*cking.
What you say?
I say, he fooled around with fire and got a f*cking!
We hear dat.
You severed me for your paramour,
My first love, you are mon amour,
Doxy of love surround your heart,
Betrayed in the lanes of my sweeheart,
Sweeping the hectic lanes,
Sleeping in the lonely fanes,
I feel solaced in this heavy rain,
Why is this pity a condolement of pain?
Sire of our children, am a lone parent...
Squire's anguish on your treachery is apparent...
Finding love in your absence,
I am in awe of his presence...
You rush to the aisle in clamour,
Heart cracked, I am married to your paramour.
Always so... cordial
Unfailingly... polite
Cold-as-ice... phony smiles
plastered to our faces
Tedious, boring... but not unpleasantly so
nodding, agreeing... with nothing in particular
Infernos of hatred raging within us
probing, never piercing, civility's placid surface
divorced
pause.
between the last syllable of your goodbye
and the memory
of all we promised to each other
is a dream that will not die
a suspended sunset
that once gifted our eyes
old moon in a tired sky
cacophony of crickets
in the backdrop as you cry
with questions that ask only
why why why
and I,
sinking drowning
fading into the ink of my heart
can’t remember the first misstep
or how that fissure tore us apart.
ragged edges painted red
with fingers raw
pointing at what each other said
pause.
between your last step
and the wetness of our first kiss
there is a breath still breathing
in the hollow of our chests
making sense of what making love
once meant
wondering where our innocence went
what took it’s place
and what we didn’t say
to our children
who are still wondering
why we went away.
I near got divorced from my marriage
Eyes wandered, as I walked with my carriage
It was on St. Patrick's Day
When I stopped a girl to say...
Hello...instead of shopping for cabbage
My wife saw the girl give me a smile
She noticed as she walked down the aisle
I forgot the potatoes
Cause I saw her tomatoes
But they were green, and that's not my style
Winter has arrived with a vengeance up north
Seems earlier each year a new climate has morphed
Here's what I say to that
Shove it down your hatch
Cold weather and yours truly have officially divorced
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