i'm a shirt in the depths of your closet
shoved so far back
i'm not sure you even remember i'm here
it wasn't always this way
i used to be your favorite
i remember the day you found me
it was like love at first sight
i half expected you to leave me on the dressing room floor
cold, dark, empty
you didn't though
you took me with you
and we went everywhere together
we made so many memories
you hung me back in the closet once
i expected you to take me out again
i waited
and waited
you opened the door again
i thought you were going to grab me
you reached for me
but you grabbed the shirt in front of me
your new favorite
i waited
and waited and waited again
but i only got pushed farther back
you open the door
i figured you'd reach right past me like the last times
but you grabbed me
this is all i had been wishing for
we were together once more
you take one look at me
reflecting on our past together
then you toss me away in a small box
cold, dark, empty
why wouldn't you do that from the start?
leave me on that dressing room floor?
why take me
only to leave me in the end?
He weeps, assigned to mourn for others who
Had none to mourn them, none to say goodbye,
Those whose harm medicine can’t undo,
Whose bodies he takes apart each passing night.
He scrubs, a cleansing ritual, to keep
Away the microscopic things unseen
The rite distracts from tears he wants to weep,
The tears a spell for spirits in between.
The spirits who pass on under his knife,
Though now are still and silent, him remind
Of another who once left this life,
Whose spirit longed for, tried for, peace to find.
But now is not the time to cry and mourn,
For there’s a job, as reason is to rhyme
For some, still from this life, who, not yet torn,
Without these gifts, would soon run out of time.
The necromancer’s tears are never shown,
But what he does has ripples far and wide.
Now for his former acts he can atone,
His magic helping those on either side.
1
There are people who profit, from weapons that kill, and others with narcotics, that sell at will.
There are people who steal and lie, and others bully innocents without batting an eye.
There are people in positions of high esteem, making millions off those who struggle, working a daily routine.
Power and greed, breed social dismay,
which society accepts, for it is dictated that way.
A donation or two gains a welcoming applause,
that appears to be given for a meaningful cause.
Don’t be fooled, for it is a calculated game,
for tax-free reasons being easy to claim.
Our world is warning, us to change our ways.
in all humanity, that the above, portrays.
From all walks of life,
near and far,
you lie on a gurney,
your own sustenance flowing out of you,
givers of the red.
Quiet heroes take the iron supplements,
so you can give again and again.
for the injured, the soldiers,
the mothers giving birth,
those with cancer,
who depend on your
generosity.
You repeat the feat
because you're noble,
whole blood, platelets.
An honoring refrain-
givers of the red,
saluting you-
givers of the red. ~
Sumthang wrong wiff dez words
They give know direction
To me and you
Hypertheticail thoughts
They don't tell me
What I gotta do
Ribeye, broccoli, and potatoes
Cup of gravy on the side!
The Carney, sorney
Tater, broccoli and
Meat special
Now we know
The garlicky, onion,chivey
Sun dries tomatoes
With olive oil roasted
Red pepper and bacon,
Cream cheesed
Scalloped potatoes.
Where inspired by a
Lonely man begging a
Woman for a date.
The night he scored they
Dined on these dishes.
She made him to harvest
His cattle
Potatoes
Pick the broccoli
And pick the
Apples for the
Turnover
She said she:d
Marry him if he
Planted seven
Peach trees
Seven blackberry bushes
And seven rows of
Lavender
She asked for
Twenty male quails
And fourty hens
She'd consimate
If he bought
Jersey cows
Two females
and one male.
And seven rows
Of mulberry
To make scented soap.
He complyed!
They married before
A orchestra of sixty
And seven vocalist
The preacher wore purple
And ate
Red snapper and apple pie.
20 Cents
The guy gave the war concern 20 cents
This was enough to buy ten bullets
Which would kill ten enemy soldiers
If fired accurately by a good soldier
He'd give more if he could afford it
But he was jobless and skint
20 cents was all he could afford
Bread and coffee cost money
Even if cheaper thru the VA
His benefits were little not enough
So he just gave 20 cents
To the war collection team
When they knocked on his door
It brought back memories
Vietnam and Central America
Plus other deniable places
Still alive in his head
He didn't like Russians
So 20 cents was fine
The cost of ten bullets
For a competent soldier
He prayed they wouldn't miss
Once he was a soldier
With many good kills
All of them Russians...
Organ donation
Some heroes and heroines
Do not wear blue capes
Anyone
Likes to live single eyed
Can ask a blind
What do you want?
Moment he died, his mother sprung into action
His last wish was organ donation
Fatherless girl's looked at ailing mother,
His liver gave them life
Bedridden mother prayed for her only sons life
His kidneys gave them life
Parents watched their blind child sadly,
there was no way they could console him,
His eyes gave them life
Although dead, he never died,
His dead body gave life to many...
Note : Today, every donor can save up to eight lives and enhance over 75 more.
When the heart beats in rhythm with time,
When that heart beat is not mine but yours,
When flowers bloom and Spring is prime,
Your eyes see but are washed by Other’s tears,
When the breath that keeps another alive,
Is the breath that travels through your lungs,
When two school friends live and thrive,
with your two kidneys you gave so young!
In your brief life that was put out in an accident,
You gave so much to so many in your death,
Your act of kindness is unmatched in importance,
your donated organs has given so many a new birth!
Farewell and
Thanks......
take part start
have a heart
show you care
don't just stare
there is
world bad and sad
MAKE
DONATION
Do not sell advice
free useful word I donate
for those who lends love
In this materialistic era
Poeple are praised who donates
Some donating plot & land
Some donating throat and hand
Some donating eyes profound
Some donating money in huge amount
My inspired Heart
Pound social sound
& I decided to donate
my facebook account
To Young Hungry one
Who is dreaming
To have a FB account
Impressive profile
& striking pictures
With all pals
& family members
Funny comments on others photos
Tagging friends in nonsense posts
It will save their time & give lesson
Who are about crazy
Finally I have taken decision
To donate my Account of FB
Organ donation
The heart goes to my lover in soul body and mind as we dance our tunes
in rhythm and rhyme on the moonlit mountains caressing passionate skin
Joined at our hips like twins separated at birth united again and conjoined
in tender embrace we carry our load on shoulders of emotion and reason
The atlas of the Universe mingles sensations as synapses rejoice twist on
axis and pivotal axes when your womb gives shelter to seminal growth
Standing tall the back bone of kindness compassion of sensual flow climbs
up and further up the snake and ladders the plexus of life intermingling
Hot lava arises transcends from tips and from tip toes from centre to
crowned chakras meanders vibrates our uncensored sensors' delight
Neurons transcribe tiny atomic blasts 'petite mortal' birth and ascension
when all organs donated received cherished and melted evolve into one
Treasure pleasure domes flood brain waves when our blood boils when
it fuses into one when the climax of symbiotic organs orgasms our peace
14th September 2016
Heart Skin Hips Shoulders Synapses Plexus Atlas Axis Backbone Womb Neurons Brain
the cold air hits me hard
nevertheless i have to do this
my legs buckle and i struggle on the hill
wearing three layers of clothes, i wonder how i got here
each second something changes, yet i remain stranded and lost
i exhaust my mind thinking thinking thinking
i depress my self blinking blinking blinking
the end result is me sinking sinking sinking
further down i go into an abyss with parasitic views
the only way out is to immerse myself in extended disruptions
knowing this, to the library i go....
classified section after classified section....
call after call to temp agency after temp agency
it is enough to drive one crazy if one chooses to do so
however, i remain and remember that i must keep the faith....
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