Eventualities don't apply to me
(I can dream)
no matter their presence
in the mirrors of reality
Always one step ahead
though the shrinking distance
haunts
like the miles left for a Tesla charge
eventualities be damned
A proud GTO once sneered
at the pitiful jalopies that
soiled the curb
a roaring young engine
never once to glance at
those left behind -
the defunct riffraff
that Pontiac replaced,
now, their value measured only
by the thump of a
Mecum gavel
The showrooms now occupied
by "green" Prius's
and other hybrid youths
who sneer at discontinued
glutinous appetites
While the GTO,
like a deserted lunar excursion module,
waits for the next Apollo mission -
still
I've learned to celebrate today
until my "jalopiness" overcomes me -
eventualities be damned!
Time passes, fear grows
All eventualities
Seep in like poison.
A façade of peace,
An underbelly of pain.
Two halves of one world.
Cracks begin to show.
Forked tails in elegant clothes
Eyes open to more.
Wide smiles show fanged teeth –
Hunched over those that still pray
Is your God alive?
Lands over the sea
We used to think they stood tall.
Now, all is falling.
I’m a Nihilist
For who could look at the world
And still have any hope.
no, the instrument
not the president
jews harp, jaw harp
plucked from thy heart
by the shaman heals
meditation steals
its rhythms
across realms
eventualities
and through centuries
tricked by its old name lure
tricked by its sound, nature
jewes trump for a king
heck why not, a politician
A wall impenetrable
failure's entrance
moist eyes note not
the crevices
Ever-present
darkness, daylight
concrete pierced
with whispers
Matter's essence
distills eventualities
We've come a long way... Remember: You are not alone. You are safe and protected. You are loved and cared for. You are worthy. You are blessed. Take care and stay safe.
Memories from 2020:
This poem / these lyrics can be viewed as being words from a higher power, like God, or a loved one. Whatever you believe, know that you are not alone and that there is someone there for you, always. Reach out and connect if you need help or someone to talk to. Stay safe. Be well. Blessings and best wishes. Hugs.
I am here for you
By Michelle Morris
11/08/2020
I am here for you -
Whatever you need, or
Wherever you go;
I am here for you,
And those words
Aren't for show.
I am your strength
When you feel like you
Can't carry on;
I am your rock,
To cling to or stand on.
I will save you from
Life's stormy seas,
And help you build
Bridges to
New eventualities.
I am here for you -
Come night or day,
Rain or sunshine;
I am here for you;
I'll make you feel
Free and fine.
I am here for you -
Please know it in
Your soul;
I am here for you;
Here to help make you
Whole.
© Michelle Morris, 2020
Between day and night
my quiescent hub
Eve and dawn slow-
dancing in the soft pause
Views are hazy
lazing in the mellowed rev
Eventualities curb
as harmonies merge
Chords dark, soon creep
in a discordant sync
overpowering the light
dimming melody’s halo
Menace seeps deep tones
droning thru a dream
Packed disharmony!
Wolves snarling sharp
as they watch
singular beams of aurora
nick and sear,
jarring woods from deadpan
I grieve the briefness,
this escape from me and i
Over the calm,
life calls away its woo
(8/7/2022 Inspired by Gymnopedies I Contest)
one space two possibilities three eventualities ~ henceforth
Believing Covid has to be
a plan hatched by humanity
hoaxing a deadly disease
To which we've no immunity
One to see our freedoms cease
or fraud shaping economies
controlling all within a peace
One rule for all in all countries
Means you think it is mans creation
A vast fictitious fabrication
toward desired destination
benefiting every nation
A theory of simplicity
controlling all submissively
abiding voluntarily
united in a unity
But in its practicality
A paradox of boundaries
to have planned actualities
Bound for eventualities
This simplistic conspiracy
a variable complex mystery
Which in all probability
a near impossibility
Covid's true seems much more likely
when conspiracies weigh lightly
and the truth shines logic brightly
whilst conspiracies end blindly
Was it my fault
you lost your diamond earrings?
You said so.
A dozen hotel mornings,
packing again,
trying to meet itinerary deadlines
tightly coiled, breathless
hungover.
I might have scooped them
into a hotel room trash bin
in Rome, Geneva, Paris, or London;
you drop them anywhere,
or you may have left them
in one of a dozen vacated bathrooms.
Not that I am accusing you.
Try to relax, we are fully insured
for unforeseen eventualities
including divorce.
anything could happen today
i mull and sift through
likely possibilities
rule out the unlikely
settle upon the most reasonable
as usual I walk
take a longer route
still pondering
how the day will unfold
unaware
of the passage of time
the day slips into afternoon
I am still speculating
planning eventualities
working out how to manage
the coming hours
time slips by unnoticed
it is evening
still anything is possible
anything could still surprise
take me unawares
I am yet more vigilant
watching for something
night falls
i ponder the endless possibilities
the odds of anything happening
tomorrow
Our Final Dance with Death
One way or another in this life each of us shall end up,
In that final dance of our life—that dance with Death.
Some shall experience this dance routine earlier in life,
Whilst others shall follow later in the course of a life’s run.
Hope, faith, courage, and a spirit of love may help each of us
To cope with the expected final eventualities from this dance.
It’s oft easier to wax philosophically about someone else’s
Circumstances with Death’s spectre rather than our very own.
Ultimately, one’s faith in Almighty God is the eternal power
Far beyond our death that beckons all of us to His Kingdom.
And so, this final dance with Death is our transition from the
Mortal Coil as our souls ascend skyward into God’s Kingdom.
Deus est qui regit omnia—and we are one with Him in the end.
Deus miseratur, Deus vobiscum—Amen! Amen! Amen! Amen!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
September 12, 2018 (Couplet)
Ponderings
As life moves along its continuum
As reflection of the past becomes an increasing occurrence
As the sun rises and sets each day as before
When the hours pass just like they always have
When one day leads into the next
When time seems to be fleeting
What do we think about
What do we do to pre-occupy our minds with
What can we do to prepare for life’s eventualities
How do we justify our being
How do we look at how our life unfolded
How do we move on from here
Why, why now
Why the process and the journey
Why me
Into the abyss we move
Deeper and deeper into our own sole journey
To be remembered or forgotten
That is the question to pondered this day
Andreas Simic©
When time fleets I began to cry
Such nostalgia, I dignified
Started from time to time
Endless moonshine, so divine.
No secrets, no lies
Tears are the hardest to hide
Like a toothache that bothers for a long time
Loneliness is what I tend to try.
Craving fantasies that will gone with the wind
Can you even see what you have breathed in
Eventually, eventualities' coming is eventual.
Don't try your life as it is meant to be sensual.
No secrets, no soul.
When your universe comes to an end.
I am the black hole.
Day to year living in the shadows of life
Events, eventualities thrown like stones
Embedding in ones soul, pointed knives
Physical mental scars, some shown
This roaming through time, life's strife
Inhaled, our living poisonous spores
Exhaled near suffocation, breathless
Living in the shadows of life, day to year
Moments in time encompassed by they
Sporadic but reality fused by ones fear
Stones thrown, their leaving marks say
It's overcoming such, to again life's steer
Inhale, prevail, give existence your all
Exhale, reveal, your life thrall to live
.
Sometimes in a black-veiled night
When sleep eludes my frame.
My mind succumbs to fright
Of things too wretched to name.
I ponder the possible eventualities,
"What if this?" "What if that?"
They seem to be tenable realities,
And I am further taken aback.
One dark thought leads to more
'Til dawn's birth grants reprieve.
But other such nights are in store—
A specter I tremble to conceive.
Sweet Savior watch this night with me,
Bless me with the peace thou giveth.
From every fear let me be free
For I know of a surety thou liveth.
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