Going Over Poems

The lonely

The lonely 

As I sit there in my room all alone, 
All I can think about is the emptiness I feel, 
Nobody to talk to, 
Nobody to see. 
Everyday is the same old day, 
On my own,
Going over the same things. 
It makes me feel so empty but someone how the depression makes me feel so much.
It tricks me, 
Makes me believe it’s here to comfort me, 
Here to be my friend. 
My one and only friend. 
I let depression in, maybe he will take away the loneliness. 
He doesn’t. 
He tears me down more, 
Eats away at my thoughts, 
Taking all he wants from me. 
I am vulnerable to depression but still I let him in more. 
He tricks me, 
Plays mind games. 
But I like games don’t I? 
Games are fun,
If I play these games I will have a friend. 
But what I don’t realise is depression isn’t a true friend and leaves you back in the dark all alone. 
Nobody to talk to, 
Nobody to be with, 
Just you and the lonely.

Going over the details

From: Now That She's Alone
Story of a Man's Wanting
( the mention to play glissando
and to sing aria)

Do you know what to say
does it make you
wanna just  walk away
seems it's clear to me
something more
obviously
maybe it's all in the song
those glaring melodies
something for ee
I swear it alluded me

Villainized by it's potential
scammed to be exploited
all in the attempt of bragging
such is easy for some
to ignore and
I sort feel
they wrote it like a song
maybe it's in the song
It's gotta be in the song

Stand dominates
it's all so complicated
sit down to see
the bright blue sky
the puffy pretty clouds
watch as they go by
when I stop my ponder
get my mind right
and understand
looking to my woman
reaching out to hold her hand
Keeping my lady Happy
Ya'll know I don't wanna be wrong
stop to read the lyric
Maybe it's in the song
Maybe it's in the song

Originally written in Italian
interputed into English)
He ate a Yankee Pastromi sandwich with
Russain dressing running down his cheeks.

True Friend

I sometimes feel you could hear every 
word I say,
Strange, I know, you are a thousand 
miles away.
Sometimes, when I am feeling down 
and low,
Your message pops up on my phone, 
I smile and think, how did you know,
as your sweet words and funny pictures 
carry me through the day,

You have always taken an interest in 
my life and never failed to enquire how 
I have been,
Sharing your time, love and support,
not once have you been abrupt or mean, 
Our friendship, a bond well-established 
and strong, I hope it will never fade,
May it continue to evolve and reach a 
few more decades.

Your presence in my life is something 
special, and I describe it as a rare 
treasure,
You can make an outing to the Cafe 
seem like an adventure,
Being in your company is exciting and 
a pleasure,
Your generosity can’t be compared or 
measured.

No matter how much I rack my brains 
going over and over,
The answer is the same, you're my 
best friend and my four-leaf clover,
Your efforts and time are valued more 
than I could ever say or show,
I am lucky to have you in my life
and this is my way of letting you 
know.



by Zyrool

Butterfly

Today, I woke as a beautiful butterfly.
Completely transformed from the creature before.
I slowly hid from my surroundings.
Now I can fly from one place to the next place.

The transformation process took ages.
To look like this, it was worth it in the end.
The metamorphosis from that thing to this beauty.
The eyes under the wings that make predators aware.

The face that shows everyone who I have become.
Showing the world that no one can keep this fighter hidden.
It took years to show the world the new me, the true me.
I am going to tell anyone that wants to listen to my roar.

My legs have changed, and my wings are in full bloom.
The color purple everywhere across my body and wings.
Going over fields and through many towns and cities.
I, the most beautiful butterfly this world has ever created.

Circle of doom

My life is a circle,
Going round and round, 
No end in sight, 
And no answers found, 
I'm stuck in a loop,
Going over again, 
Each day should be different, 
But the pain is the same, 
I can't make a break, 
In the circle of doom,
I can't take much more, 
I haven't the room,
I call out for help,
I desperately need, 
To cut in this circle,
A normal life I could then lead.

Death is just a fearful lie

Death is just a fearful lie,
A nagging fear of what is isn't.
A terrible tale of the great beyond,
Pray to your god, or his god, or hers,
Maybe a chance to die with a future.

Do as you’re told, what is right,
Nothing less.
Do a silly dance,
A potato on your head.
Stand in neat lines, waiting to end.
“You lived a good life, go forward to death,”
The angel just says,
“Follow the path, first door on your left.”

Through the door, a button,
A button marked “Respawn.”
A restart to your life, going over and over,
Redo as you’re told, what is right,
Nothing more.
Do a silly dance,
A potato on your head.
Stand in neat lines, waiting to end.
“You lived your life right, go forward to death,”
The angel just says,
“Follow the path, first door on your left.”

Through the door, a button,
A button marked “Respawn.”
A restart to your life, going over and over.
Redo as you’re told. That’s hardly fun.
Do what your like,
Watch a movie,
Go on dates.
Die unpredicted, 
Skydiving at 80.
“You lived your life happy, go forward to death,”
The angel just says,
“Follow the path, first door on your right.”

Through the door, a button.
A button marked,
“The End.”

An Overthinker's Torment

Thinking and thinking and thinking.
I want to stop going over the memories,
The looping record of agonising nothings.
That's the problem, you see?
It's not a problem to them.

A simple mistake,
So quickly forgiven, and yet,
It lingers like a pungent smell of embarrassment.

Perhaps a good action done awkward in manner,
A broken plate despite mountains of food.
It must replay.
Sleep isn't an option in this world,
Time for bed is time for a movie,
A movie, "The horror of Blank"
The timeless classic of forgotten mistakes,
Yet always remembered

The Unlucky One

I always held my breath going over bridges
And clutched onto countless rabbits feet
Watching you from modest distances
Just wishing again that we would meet

And one night on a random Tuesday
Again my wildest dream was real
In the same bar we were drunk with love
And your heart was mine to steal

But all those pennies I threw in the well
And every birthday candle I ever blew
I tell you just how badly I want us to be together
And you reply "what the hell else is knew?"

The Bridge

While taking a walk I came upon a bridge
It was sparkling silver just above a ridge
A small person in grey waved me her way
While crossing I stopped last time along the way
Looking around should I go or stay
Decided to go her way
As I got near saw my dear Ma surrounded by clover
I was now a step from going over
Yes, I was heading to heaven
My journey over at age seventy seven

Hypergraphia

Simpler and synplir words…

Distressing me more and moor…

Then the scribbles start.

It’s like- poking and prodding.

And the poking and prodding is distracting me.

My hands are burnt out.

But still I am-

Scribbling and writing until the page is filled.

Then going over again.

And crossing things out, but never erasing.

If I erase something, the memory dies.

Paper is spread around the room.

I need bigger paper…

Or else it doesn’t make sense.

The words are crumbling,

The words are ckrumling…

ing…ing…ing.

Thereafter

Running out of road, windshield wipers are useless for tears
Close my eyes and count to… not yet! reaper hasn’t appeared 
Lights flashing across the dashboard, warning indications 
Speedometer reads a ton, don’t care for vindication 

Stripping back life 
for all to see 
The lake below 
reflecting me

Going over the escarpment, free falling through a cloud
Brakes I leave redundant, accelerator screams out loud 
Weightless grow my memories, the rear view mirror is bleak
Exterior one’s more streamlined, if a little oblique 

Dug my own hole 
admission’s free
Revealed the sin 
got the car key

Not much on the horizon, seen a few birds here and there 
Was playing around for a long time, now she’s gone elsewhere 
And our song’s on the radio, I’ll never hear it end
(Stairway to heaven) rifts in stasis, just as I transcend

Oblivion 
nihility 
A growing bump 
delivery 

Hey! who’s that smiling lady, pushing me along the street 
I look out from the pram, peekaboo! my heart skips a beat…

The Swing Is Her Joy

she is two, and swinging with complete joy in her heart
she giggles all the way up as I say “kick toward the sun!”
You are going over the house! You are going to outer space!”
All she has to know is that she is loved and the swing is her joy.

War Wounds

Join up and enlist Kitchener said, the Army will be such fun
For King and country, make your mother proud son.
However life at the minute, it ain't that good
I've stood on a mine, losing lots of blood.

I've pins and needles now, feeling rather faint
I need urgent help or my prospects ain't exactly great.
help arriving now, trying to stop the bloody flow
off to the field hospital now; lets Go Go Go!

Fly me home please into the arms of my lover
if I'm back at home I know that I'll recover.
Time for me to leave now, time to say goodbye
homeward bound tomorrow it's time for me to fly.

My comrades aren't so lucky, tomorrow they're going 'over the top'
they won't be able to turn back, they won't be able to stop.
I may now only have one leg, but I'm the lucky one
tomorrow I won't be staring down the barrel of a gun.

For You My Love I Speak Sweet Blessed Peace- Cr

This resonated in my heart my spirit, 
my mind these words
" your strength is in your silence is power is in the words of God" 
as I was praying for you 
this new day 
that kept going over and inside me, love you

Blessings 
Beloved Daughter of God 
Great Grand glorious good new day


When you open up your eyes and listen with your ears. 
 Nothing but Peace
When you see it 
hear nothing but Peace 
Every human that you see  
Peace 
This day peace 
Sweet blessed peace 
in Jesus name Amen

The Real Me

Undisclosed on the outside,     
Pretty on the inside,        
Undesirable the cover may be,
Within are concealed treasures,
I may be dormant,
Within I take steps,
Each dawn I take a stride,
Don't strip me of my pride,
Take a walk through my door,
And see the fellow you call poor,
The real me in the works,
Going over the rocks,
Fine machinery I stand,           
My output awaits its season.



January 10, 2023.

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