I know you,
misery.
Old company from years before I ever met joy.
I have shut the door in your face in recent years,
Tucked you in the back of the closet to hang on your own. I know how you hate being alone.
I know you,
misery.
A bad influence from my youth, drugged up on the dredges of fantasy and bloodied bits of hope in your hands.
You tear apart every good thing. You rot what is ripe, you siphon what brings life.
I know you,
misery.
And how I loathe you everyday. How I despair at the sight of your face, the reach of your soft hands.
I know you,
misery.
And I hate how you mock me, how your voice croons with affection as you torment me, how your arms wind around my hips and your warmth seeps into my wounded flesh.
And you tell me you know me too.
So for today I know you a little better, hold you a little tighter, and I let you in.
But I know you,
misery.
And I’m telling you never again.
Categories:
dredges, angst,
Form: Free verse
I hope whoever is reading these words,
May they read into your life in some way
Let us go and walk down by the river's edge
Clear our minds of the negative dredges.
First, reach deep, deeper down inside,
Analyze you it's negative vibes
So, turn this negative that is attached to you
Make them positive vibes, so see it through.
Believe in yourself and life today,
Be a kind person, but never walk away
Be this change needed in life
Go forth, rise, and place your mark.
Your mindset sets the stage, so start.
Stop, deep breath, exhale—no stress,
Let us go and walk down by the river's edge
Clear our minds and settle our dredge.
No pressure, closed eyes,
Deep breaths, 'Look Inside.'
Categories:
dredges, body, deep, emotions, encouraging,
Form: Prose
Distant breathing freezes winter in my bones and dredges my soul for the sowing of rotten seeds,
Foul flowers on trees infested by festering fruit emerge tangled from the ichor churning mud that bare their infected roots,
Wounded and flayed, my morals splash about in their pus and dismay
Pray, I do, for my sense of self and my distant…
I cannot complete that line of thought…
I am lost among the flowers.
Categories:
dredges, beauty, corruption, freedom, garden,
Form: Free verse
Divine Love
God's love is unconditional,
Like the sun in the morning
It is intentional,
Like invisible streams in the desert
His love is liquid,
Regardless of what we do,
And it transcends to touch us-
Even though we don't deserve it
He is the father
We are the prodigal son
His love is medicine for us in the lonely hour
This love is like no other
Rare as perfect, incompatible as lovers, it is.
It is deep as dredges,
Wide as rivers
Desperate are we, faithful is he,
In the good times and bad
Philosophical definitions i dispose of
God is Love.
Categories:
dredges, christian, devotion, faith, literature,
Form: I do not know?
so what
if I don't know
what would you
expect me to show
my fears unbounded
my life in the dredges
know my life
from the edges
and so I walked on
carrying ability
singing a song
Categories:
dredges, adventure, america, appreciation,
Form: Free verse
This summer’s great
Captain America
And Independence Day
And in the fall/winter
Star wars
And in the
Dredges of winter
Aiko
Categories:
dredges, america,
Form: Free verse
Summertime soothes and refreshes,
Softens our rough edges,
Lifts us from life’s dredges
And grants fresh feel meshes.
Spring announces time to go out
By popping newness all about.
Spring wakes all our senses
So we drop droopy defenses
And allow summer’s coming ways
To frolic cheer through our days.
Let us jump, run and swim,
Then do it all over again.
Sunshine romps with family
Enhance their love’s tapestry.
Sun playtime with friends
Grows memories that mend.
Summertime adventures
Seek anxieties surrender.
Peace and joy clenchers
Are spun by sun’s splendors.
Absorb summertime’s sun-fun sphere
To fortify hearts for another year.
Categories:
dredges, feelings, fun, summer,
Form: Rhyme
Forgotten values, imagined perhaps
In a world of dark alleys, and jagged blades
And faded they lay in the gutters of life
Passed over and buried in twisted crimes
In a world of dim passages and crooked knives
And parched they sat in the ditches of existence
Overlooked and hidden in torturous evils
Truths and morals, to ferment and rot
Neglected and covered in heinous sin
And dull they set in the dredges of time
In a world of murky halls and serrated daggers
Forgotten values, imagined perhaps
Categories:
dredges, dark, world,
Form: I do not know?
We all know that hunger exist we needn't even go out the door
For it is right there in our very midst as that never ending war
So we place it on the back edges the farthest part of our mind
Those emotions that it dredges are far more than I care to find
But this story was so different and I couldn't help but turn and look
And the message that it had sent as my whole entire body shook
For the line was long that day as many would not even get to eat
The little seven year old inching his way as upon that sun would beat
But now he was finally first he was at the head of that long line
Not thinking of his own thirst he pulled a three year old from behind
Telling the missionaries to take her ahead as they took her little hand
He allowed her to eat instead something many of us don't even understand
And when they came back to that spot calling again to this little angel
His own needs he again forgot, "take this child too for he does not feel well"
Such a sacrifice that this child had made in such a drought barren land
Oh how his example has weighed standing alone barefoot in the hot sand
Categories:
dredges, child, food,
Form: Rhyme
Love became
Then the crystal rain
Doors and portals
The beast knowing itself
Knowing the cold rain
Midnights plain pallor
The oft repeated wind all the same
Foot dredges a path beaten
Dug and dragged, moved loose
The self from its pillar prose
What came the circular ride
A life inside cloth netting
Exploring to go home
And bring back what was found
Consolidate beacons and return
Categories:
dredges, dedication,
Form: Free verse
Miraculously this morning
The clouds parted in the heavenly skies;
Ascending down on wings of a dove,
Our savoir did gloriously arrive.
He gathered his children,
Pure of heart,
Eager to follow him home;
I, among others,
When he did depart,
Were left on this Earth to roam.
Many were startled;
Cried in their sorrow,
Wondering about their fate.
While I stood tall
Understanding it all,
Not worried if it were too late.
What he left behind
Were some tormented souls,
Not earning their wings quite yet
And a solid few
That he knew
Could help others without regret.
My job I sensed
Wasn’t recompense
Nor due to any bad faults;
I was left behind
To help save mankind
And stay true to all that he taught.
So, thank you Lord
For trusting in me
And blessing me with the strength
To preach your word,
Making sure that it’s heard,
Going to every length.
And when in time,
Once again,
Our savior does descend,
I’ll stay behind,
With the dredges of mankind
Trying to save them to the end.
Categories:
dredges, inspirational
Form: Rhyme
Noisiness neighs your code,
Loud, braggadocios, belching
Shouting sentiments and prophysying plays
As your body disintegrates
And dredges your kidneys fail and your legs lilt frail
Yet you claim life loud and braggadocios.
The football game gimmicks
The baseball booboos all acclaimed and assessed by you
Whose own health waivers with lesions and machines
Mitigate your blood as you shout loudly, “I told you”
To quintessential quarterbacks in your dreams
You chair the channel surfer of your mind as the
Games grab headlines heralding from your hurting heart.
Categories:
dredges, health,
Form: Alliteration
The time that set the teeth on edges
Clamped to grit the whip-cracked jaws,
Sprung the trap on mice and man,
Drove a stake and honed the claws
Of greed fatigue in Trojan wars.
The net sinks deep, it slowly dredges
Through the silt of basal bed,
No choice of kill, kill what you can
As cardboard fairground targets bled
A visual plasma of the dead.
Dumbly striking knell of dying
In the fields where culling gagged
With reek of pig swill and disease,
Hours slithered, daylight dragged
When toes were tagged and bodies bagged.
Midnight mass was nought but sighing,
Silence reigned when voices died
And fires flickered in the trees,
The road was raised and opened wide,
The eyes of heaven cracked and cried.
Categories:
dredges, allegory, history, peace, philosophy,
Form: Rhyme