Reality words
Standing alone
A story told
Woes seen
Between mysteries after another
Circumstances encountered
Down to broke
Pavement living
Cries full of desperation
Mistakes that were made
Gambling and Drugging
No excuses for actions
Time passed on and beyond
No Family nor Friends support
Lonely
All alone
Winters came
Shivering in the cold
Roasting in the summer
Begging to survive
Human rag thrown out
Life was no longer mine
Who was I?
An unknown on the streets
As I walked, a voice said “BE STILL AND WAIT”
I moved slightly, and the voice repeated, “BE STILL”
It was a human voice, but a spiritual one
I began to kneel, and gave praise to the Lord
Life was starting to change
One must believe
Blessings started to pour
My feet planted on solid ground of a new revelation
The discovery with an honor
Encouraging words so true being my follow through
Pavement no more
Living all assured
Divine goodness
I am the witness
The Story
Glory
It seems like not all the times the woods may be fresh
and tender and muster glitter
thus political war brokenness has become something
like rumour or whisper or mirrage.
Can we not find a passion to reject gross fascinations
and drugging abuse?,
can we not find for instance how fast the rebellion vile
leader is thinking at the moment?, or how perhaps
it might have been a wonderful story memory?.
Some of you, will in memory, may fondly recall.
Enchanting, colored dance floors, you all had a ball!
When women still wore stunning, gorgeous dresses,
Unafraid to wear makeup, and sport long, shiny tresses.
No, you were not vaping or drugging it up, to be cool.
You did not want to be a stoner or be the town fool,
Youeven wore pricey perfume, just to reel in a mate,
Some tall dude, with agility to dance, was to be your fate.
It was kismet, the moment you stared in a dance partner’s eyes.
You both as if floating, on air, in amorous,cloud like disguise
The lit, multi-colored dance floor, The Bee Gees music filled the room.
You looked up, and there your shiny prince stood~love musically! in bloom!
3/29/2024
Drugging myself. To live in a way I know I don't want, to convince myself I do. To keep waiting for love. Pining over someone I am unwilling to approach. Living in a mess of papers and clutter to keep myself feeling like I am barely afloat. Because who could ask for better from a drowning man. Who could blame them from remaining silent with beauty to share?
The fundamental anxiety of being alive. Magnified by floating, uncommitted. Infinite opportunity breeds paralysis. I don't do as I wish, so I feel I can't. Smoking a cigarette before the thought enters.
I wish to cherish, I wish to execute my dreams.
I am a romantic. This is not beautiful. I bury you in my past.
I will send it.
They say to stop being sad
About the same thing
Now I'm sad about everything
Maybe I don't know a good thing
Til it's gone
So I try to hold on
To everything
Everything
My head is screaming
It's screaming to tear apart
My heart
If I don't let it out
It'll continue to shout
Inside my head
Inside my head
Screaming
Screaming
Not for death?
Then for what
For what
Nobody believes me
Nobody sees me
Nobody hears me
They think I'm ok
I just have too much to say
Too much to say
In a day
They ask
How can I be sick?
You look ok
It makes me sick
They think that way
They say to stop being sad
About the same thing
Now I'm sad about everything
Maybe I don't know a good thing
Til it's gone
So I try to hold on
To everything
Everything
Nobody sees
they don't want to believe
I'm not cutting myself
I'm not drugging myself
I'm not killing myself
So I must be ok
...It's simply not that way..
I need to be saved from
Myself.
My entire life has been a
Living hell.
You could say my life style not
Good for my health.
It's the only thing that ing
Helps.
Drinking, drugging, smoking,
Ended up under lock and key.
I was incarcerated all the time,
Could not wait to be free.
A lost cause for sure, no help
For me.
I'm damaged goods exposed for
All to see.
I lived my life running against
The wind.
Tempting the hands of fate again
And again.
I'm aware of the consequences of
My actions.
I'm not lacking in any human
Compassion.
I see a world full of humans,
No humanity.
Spreading Racism and Hate
Behind Christianity.
Modern Christians are a
Threat to the nation.
A New World Order,
Total domination.
A thousand years, a different
Place and time.
One without demons and jokers
Would have been just fine.
Turbo1904
When the spirit of man is not at rest, he's void of personal peace There is a mobilizing presence in his being that refuses to cease Outwardly, he may be able to hide his pain, or even deny that he is ill He is unable to sit or be still, because something inside needs to be healed
Drinking, drugging, or sexing never resolves the restless spirit's hidden longings We are born to be connected and designed to experience that sense of belonging We require family, friends, quiet, wholesome music, and good social interaction. Ultimately, our soul has spaces filled and calmed only by that God connection
11302018PoSoupContest, Unrest Of Spirit, Julia Ward
A thousand ships your face launches
Pitting my ship against a fleet of others
Snatching my heart, in a morass of mud drugging my haunches
Pouring torrents of my tears and fears in front of my brothers
Rendering me disconsolate
Wondering why I let you in
Although it ain’t too late
To clean up the savoury scene
In which I swim in the juice
I find hard to invest or taste
Even when I manipulate the sluice
In slow motion or in a haste
To beseech your adorable facial asset to tone down the torment
On me you inflict
To establish whether blues you foment
Initiate no conflict
Between your conscience and hearts you singe
At will
When terrified hearts in front of you cringe
As you swill
The red wine of pain and strain you rain
On hapless hearts crazy enough to fall at the feet
Which in the main
Under duress greet
Your sublime beauty
At night, at sunup, at sunset, at dawn when by the nose
You pronounce me guilty
Of presenting you a Valentine red rose.
He watches **** on the internet!
…says the man with an
animated, tentacle fetish.
His humor is crude and inappropriate!
…says the guy who breaks out
Catholic priest jokes on command.
He’s disrespectful to women!
…declares the man who slept with
a seventeen-year old at a college
party, then paid for her abortion.
He’s a horrible racist!
…says the professor who claims
your skin-color defines your ‘identity.’
We’re ahead of the moral curve!
…says an actor accused of
drugging underage teens by
three separate young men.
We’ve moved beyond superstitious faith!
…says a person who believes
you can change gender just
by thinking it so.
He’s a hypocrite!
…cries the hypocrite. But honestly
people, who here isn't one?
Come on, anybody?
Anybody.
No?
Didn’t think so. Don’t worry,
I’ll keep your secret.
…actually, I probably won’t.
flashback
once again
reliving
moments past
each time
all to familiar old
mental pictures
come rushing
back into view
drugging up
buried emotional
remains
My mother says that I'll never see.
My father says that I'll never hear.
My brother I'll never get higher than a C.
My sister says I'll never tolerate beer.
Every day, my family puts me down.
They say that they're just being realistic.
But there is one thing they didn't put on that excuse mound.
That they're not perfect, they're never optimistic.
Studies show that the reason bullies
Put others down,
Isn't to please,
Not because they find pleasure in the pound;
Not because they like to tease,
But that it brings them up.
To the brim of their cup.
Mom, I see that you're an alcoholic,
Dad, I hear that you're in a financial rut.
Brother, I've gotten all A's and and one B. But not higher than you are on your drugs.
Sister, you were right. Unlike you, I won't drink, or portray myself as a ****.
And Uncle?
Thank you.
For helping my grades up to A's and B's.
For prohibiting drinking and drugging.
And...,
For opening my eyes and ears,
To see and hear,
That it's not me.
It's them.
For decades you’ve used our bodies as your pincushion
Poking, prodding, cutting, and killing.
Forcing us to be your experimental subjects
Scraping, shocking, drugging, and drilling.
Locking us up in meager dwellings
Filthy, restrictive, desolate, and cramped.
Filling me with toxins, chemicals, and poisons
Upon my skin a brand is painfully stamped.
My skin burns as you cover me with makeup and creams.
My muscles ache with each electrical shock.
My brain no longer functions as it should
You’ve carelessly destroyed my biological clock.
You alter the very DNA that nature gave me
I was not created for misery and imminent death.
Are the answers to your scientific questions
Really worth taking my very last breath?
Stop using me as your puppet, pincushion, and servant
Treat me with kindness, compassion, and respect
With all the advances to technology these days
Surely you could find an alternative subject.
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Talking ,smiling and sharing
Drugging the other as the blessing
Filling one's heart with hope
Without risking of any guessing
We are the one's behind the shades,
Working our way up the better stairs,
Grabbing info of the cause,
Providing every tiny detailed care,
Like analgesics for pain,
CNS stimulants for brain,
Everything we’ve ever learnt
Doesn’t goes in vain,
Wearing the white coats with smiles,
Paying attention & aiding to perfection ,
Making our ways to cure & heal
We are PHARMACIST by profession.
missed you...
leaving scracthing
my heart for so long
mising you is
drugging my brain
even though we dont
get together often
knowing that you are
with me
is warming inside of
me for long
i understand newly.
your absence,
get out of being a
stucked pain into my
heart
(appeared) as a
continually
emptiness
begining to the
mornings with
caressing you
in the evenings
putting everything
aside
but talking with
you, i miss them...
our playings
our walks
your sweet
naughtiness
your childish
offendings...
how you were strong
to others
while defending me
and how you were
tender
with a couple of
slitted eyes
when you leave
yourself to my
caresses
Even though i never
want you to go
to see that you have
to do that
and without saying
you those
to say 'go now'
'as soon as you
forget me, that soon
you will meet the
happiness'
haw hard to say to
you...
not to be able to
see you and maybe
after years
when we met
to want you to look
at me as a
stranger...
and to deal with my
heart that i forbid
another love
Your love is to catastrophic
Kisses are so supersonic
My heart exploding like a bomb
When I see your boyish charm
Arms so tight I'm getting crushed
From the power of your touch
Eyes so powerful they can melt
The feelings that I've always felt
Into a hot pile of mush
From one of your sexy looks
A warm embrace lights me on fire
The hotness is just getting higher
Burning me from head to toe
With the steamy love you show
This relationships going to be
The sexiest death of me
As the weaker I become
I can hear a loving hum
From two gorgeous lips that say
You will wobble more each day
As my arsenal gets stronger
Every day it will get longer
For you to turn and retreat
From my war of loving heat
That will never die or flicker
You will just keep getting sicker
From love injections I'll provide
Everyday you are alive
Breathing in my dedication
Drugging you with my emotion
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