Inadequate;
The word resonates with sickening intensity
All through my life I've had to be my own advocate
I've battled for myself with staggering immensity
The clashing of swords, the beating of drums,
I fight for myself despite the outcomes
I'm withered and weary, battle-worn and aching
I throw down my arms, finally forsaking
But I get right back up despite my depression
I knock down my foes now in quick succession
The war rages on, heartbreakingly perpetual
How much can I bear? My defeat is eventual
One day, I will be knocked down,
And as I rest on the earth, on the cold bloodied ground,
I'll smile in my defeat,
Because now my demons have finally been beat.
I dance.
I dance in the blind like I dance in the nude:
Unbound by the shackles of vision,
Unburdened by choice and decision,
Forsaking forgetting for good.
I dance with the owls and I dance with the deer,
I dance in the nude in the wild,
I dance—a free-spirited child
Endowed with the voices I hear.
I dance through the wild, through the pain, through the shame,
Through time and through rain and through granite,
I dance through the numberless planets
With numbers and letters for names.
I dance.
Sautéed psalms of silver strong
Believing in youth as maturity soothes
It is as it should be in my heart
No longer obsessed with less
Teal tears baptize and bless
Lust all that fuss dismissed
Creating a fuchsia foundation
For a clean heart of love so artistic
Kisses create passionate pulsing poetry
Amethyst heart fails to be imperfect
Yet victorious gloriously worth it
All the waiting praying forsaking
Of the wrong one’s led to
Love’s lavender ladder
Where superior intimacy awaits
Baking basking in indigo intimacy
Singing heart hymns
Turquoise touches melting them
From one note into one song
That dotes strokes sings steams
Hotter than July’s jade dreams
Purple passion new yet old fashion
Perfectly imperfect and ravishing
As I gaze into my Crystal Ball
What do I see
Is it the future
For you and me
Or just dreams from within my head
No, it’s the real thing instead
I can see us together for eternity
So what will be, will be
Happiness love and everlasting passion is ours
It will grow and grow just like the flowers
And will bloom more each single day
Because true love has come our way
My Crystal Ball, this earth of ours
Come Rain, Sun or earthly showers
We will be in love for ever more
Because I can see just whats in store
So my darling never fear
Our love will last for many a year
Through all darkness into the light
Many a hot, steamy passionate night
So everlasting love is ours for the taking
So grab with both hands, not forsaking
Our love will last till eternity
Because its truly real, this you will see
Ms. Muffet's back, eating different meals,
stepping on spiders with stiletto heels.
No longer eating curds and whey,
forsaking tuffets as a place to stay,
she splits her time on either coast,
dining smartly on avocado toast.
awkward always alone Allie
bragged boastfully to baby Bertie Bill
clearly clarifying club-footed cloven Callie
deliberately deciphering dairy dung in Dickie Dill
easing eager Edgar’s electrifying entry
forever forsaking flim-flam’s frequent flam
greasing gray grannie’s gentle gentry
hardily helping herself to Harry’s hottish ham
There was a time
When my faith was unshakeable
The Lord proved
That I was remakeable
His love for me
Was simply not mistakeable
The Holy Spirit’s strength
Was totally unbreakable
For forsaking me
He was incapable
His call on my life
Was just so inescapable
But I went rogue
And became insatiable
I thought His love
Would just be replaceable
In the world I could hide
And then become untraceable
Write my own ticket
My desires now obtainable
But such a life
Is so unsustainable
Bent and broken
I’m biodegradable
I’ll never get home
The chasm unscalable
Would He take me back
That seemed so debatable
My life got so twisted
My actions so hateable
I didn’t deserve it
My soul was unrateable
Consumed with despair
My steps were retraceable
At His gate I cried
My debt is unpayable
He opened the gates
How is this explainable
You are my son
That is not erasable
Such love as this
Simply unrestrainable
Old river-thought murmurs
—I slip—
not away, but into the hush between
what holds and what lets go—
a spine of light bending softly
from mist to depth.
I remember stillness:
cupped hands at morning prayer,
a silence shaped like longing
filling with the cool of grace.
Listen—
I dwell in every pause you mistook for end.
Your name—rippled
through me, again and again,
a hymn undone by echo.
Yet I am no hymn.
I am the silence after—
unclinging—
and the weightless reach.
See how the lily leans, not in sorrow
but surrender—
a slow bow to sky-drip,
a soft
unfolding.
Where I flow is not escape
but return.
The fall is not forsaking.
The fall is
how I carry
you home.
"Some things need to be let go before other things can be let in".
~ Marianne Williamson
Come back into my life again
If it’s but to abandon yet again,
come back for a moment brief
Oh, even if it’s to give me grief.
With impish look in your eyes
you escaped like a lover’s sighs
forsaking me like a haunted isle
I am dismayed by your cruel wile.
It’s been a long while and I forgot
did we love each other or hurt a lot?
Seeing you might refresh the pain
come, if it’s to find my faults again.
Let’s relive the lovely days of yore,
give our love a chance once more,
Oh, I’ve been missing you of late
roaming about in a confused state.
Even if it’s to break my heart— come
and do spend time with me some,
Then turn your back and walk away,
even if you’ve to forever go away.
Oh!
To be loved by the poem,
The stanzas by the universe
Every word a star,
Period a blue sphere and
Lapse of Eternity.
Deep eyes of Nova
Staring at a mere me
On a sphere of petty weigh
In the silence of chaotic plane
A stare and it all comes to pause
The works of world,
Sun let to dry and
Moon an ashen rock,
Waves of blue expanse, winds and light
All are at halt.
I in a millionth of a million of continuing cosmo, stand still
For am I even deserving of being the poet of a poem by the universe?
Of forsaking my name at the end with a tilde?
This tranquility of a stare!
Why does it ache?
Yet so in order
In peace
If the Muse bolts from me, I'll love her more
still and pen heartfelt songs of forlorn rhymes;
yet, I'll still wilt within internal climes
of gloom from her forsaking me before
I empty her spirit, for I've sometimes
gone to cruel lengths to dash her gentle heart.
So, having erred, the consequence for art,
and ingenious meters, thus makes betimes
my Muse's faithfulness to then depart
(from me). To shortly beg her forgiveness,
I take my medication, lower my stress:
renew my efforts to make a fresh start.
For my patient Muse, a Pierian empress,
inspires my dark, bipolar mind's fitness!
Wealth, a siren's charm, alluring and bright
A pillow's softness, a thimble's gentle might
It provides for earthly needs, a feast to behold
Yet, in its depths, a darkness unfolds
Oh, wealth! Where is thy dominion?
Poverty's cold grasp awaits, a dismal throne
A worm on a hook, luring the unsuspecting prey
Into a realm of excess, where virtues fade away
With dastardly cunning, it deletes the lines
Of custom and tradition, leaving only decline
A game of chance, where flies buzz, sensing decay
A babe in arms, fed poison, as the future slips away
Oh, wealth! Where is thy wand?
Unfolding minds like Sodom's gates, ajar to sin
Multiplying desires, like an untamed, raging sea
Disorienting hearts, like shifting sands, lost and free
You deceived the prodigal son, with promises so grand
A mansion's luxury, a selfish, wandering hand
Despising family ties, and the love that once was true
A leader's arrogance, forsaking the greater good, anew
this dark spirit goes upon decitfull 'mistle-toes' to tell deep lies
In kind disguise, with gutteral tones, this overblown' and
Foetid canker, consort of bankers, necropheniaic black
God forsaking.' death will take him, into hell for such awaits him'
Eavesdropping
the liars
where poison is stirred
Their message
rings toxic
the future interred
Foreboding
forsaking
all hope is unstrung
While deaf
to the mantra
— where truth waits unsung
(Dreamsleep: January, 2025)
Breathe so deep,
Lasting whispers linger on the lips
Stinging the soul from which they slip
Tattered memories of sun-stained dreams
Holding tight to our own ideas
Forsaking bonds that took so long to build
To cling to concepts others weave in fear
The challenge to understand the motives
That drives such sad words
Words only meant to Divide.
And when the realization of truth
Inspires you to look past the words
Of mad men looking for worth.
Remember the sound of a desperate rant
Remember the look in a persons eyes
When they are desperately begging
to keep their value alive
Remember it well when they tell you the sky is falling
And offer protection from the rain.
For when the time comes
and our world does burn
at the hands of fools with power
Remember it was us
Who stood by and let them devour
The hope we took for granted
The peace we resented
It was us who let them take our freedom
In the name of protection.
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