the first time that we saw him
we were worried for his health
he was sat upon a seat nearby
and talking to himself
his fingernails were broken
like his unconnected speech
and he spoke of really nothing
as he stared towards the beach
the next time that we saw him
he was stroking a stray cat
whose paws were hid beneath its fur
right where the stressed man sat
my wife first smiled then spoke to him
and asked him how things were
he was worried that his wife was ill
and sad he didn't care
the last time that we saw him
his whole head was in his hands
we were sitting on those seats again
across from Margate sands
beside him was a notepad
dated 1921
he stood up from his seat and then
half smiled and then was gone
we read what he had written
on that pad he left behind:
these words of hope then hoplessness
reflect my state of mind.
~ ~ ~
"On Margate Sands.
I can connect
Nothing with nothing."
(T.S. Eliot / "The Waste Land")
It was sudden, as they say in dime novels, but it was really sudden: having fallen asleep in this world, we woke up in another, and there wasn’t a place in the world for us. It wasn’t a matter of survival, it was a question when the last man on Earth dies. Sometimes among the crowd of people like me I see angels who lost their heaven too. Still, thin and tall, they look like road signs: signs of nothing, a road to nowhere. We pass them by in silence: nor hope, nor plea, nor prayer.
I heard over there
behind the hills the huge dead
body of god lies
I wonder what Entity brought me here
Feeling all alone in this great darkness
I am sinking, overwhelmed with such fear
Is there any hope for me to harness?
Caged inside a place that shouldn't exist
Feeling all alone in this great darkness
Will you remove these shackles from my wrists?
Here I am trapped, wanting to be set free
Caged inside a place that shouldn't exist
Please don't see me as the enemy
Do not remain deaf to my suffering
Here I am trapped, wanting to be set free
I feel like I am endlessly falling
Can it be I have used up my last chance?
Do not remain deaf to my suffering?
Is that your light I see in the distance?
I wonder what Entity brought me here?
Can it be I have used up my last chance?
I am sinking, overwhelmed with such fear
Craig Cornish's Hope Contest
November 14/2012
Trying out a new style, hopefully got it right.
When life seems so tempest tossed,
And all seems so hopelessly lost,
Claw back up that slippery slope!
Just remember that there is always hope!
When things never seem to go right,
And you feel you've lost your guiding light,
And in the darkest of times you trip and grope.
Just remember that there is always hope!
When in the throes of trials and stress,
And in times of dire hoplessness,
'Twill be much easier for you to cope,
Remembering that there is always hope!
When upon receipt of dreadful news,
You can dwell upon it if you choose.
It will do no good just to sit and mope.
Just remember that there is always hope!
When life has not been kind to you,
And you are feeling asea and blue,
Clinging fearfully at the end of the rope,
Just remember that there is always hope!
we see the poor erupt with little provocation
how many days in a mud hut can count as living?
children sick fear primary emotion
hoplessness
can turn to anger and then action
too many lies
will turn a head
to justice
False hope and many deaths will follow
but a woman can stand
and think of crowds destroying holy ground
and weep without solice
a man can work until his hands bleed
and not have enough for his family
it takes its toll this endless
hoplessness
even faith cannot carry a woman through
when her child is dying
empty promises ignite
when her husband is suffering
hands bleeding
spirit
broken on the ground
we see the poor erupt with little provocation
how many days in a mud hut can count as living?
children sick fear primary emotion
hoplessness
can turn to anger and then action
too many lies
will turn a head
to justice
False hope and many deaths will follow
but a woman can stand
and think of crowds destroying holy ground
and weep without solice
a man can work until his hands bleed
and not have enough for his family
it takes its toll this endless
hoplessness
even faith cannot carry a woman through
when her child is dying
empty promises ignite
when her husband is suffering
hands bleeding
spirit
broken on the ground
Lost a word which has pain,
Desperation, hoplessness, unhappyness in it.
You feel pain when you lost yor love ones.
You feel desperation when you lost your hops.
You feel hoplessness when you lost blessness of God.
You feel unhappiness when you lost your dreams.
You feel heartbrocken when you lost your true love.
Lost is a little word which has wast meanings.
A sense of loss is a terrible feeling,
it leaves a hallow pit in one's stomache,
feelings of hoplessness daunts the spirit,
Loss, most people don't want to know it
and many run from it,
Loss means that there has to be a new beginning,
when the tables are turned around,
and the promise of winning becomes intoxicating,
Then loss would have been a passage paid for better things
to come.......
The root to the end,
and it will make you descend.
Nothing you do or say,
will make it go away.
The feeling is plundered,
nothing left but to wonder...
Forgive me please,
For those times I let my heart go stray.
Forgive, I beg, the hate I've seen, and did not turn away.
Through times of trial and tests of strength,
I've failed from day to day.
Forgive me.
Forgive me please,
For black and white, when I didn't make a stand.
For all the poor in my midst,
I didn't give a hand.
Forgive the love I've never shown,
And all the times I could have.
Forgive me for not listening, when my conscience said,
"I should have".
Forgive me please,
The wars and pain; the death upon a brother.
Forgive again, the times I've slain the children of you mothers.
When innocence I have forgot,
And violence I did remember.
Forgive me.
Forgive us Lord,
For this day, for all the days that's been.
For all the tears and hoplessness,
And all the hate you've seen.
But most of all, forgive the fall,
From love into this state.
Please help us be a family,
Before it is to late!
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