Restrained by my own hand,
I stagnate, going grey.
Through fingers, like sand,
Time slips away.
What could have been,
Never happened.
Now there is nothing,
I am alone.
She opens her eyes at dawn,
Finding a moment of peace
Before the day is drawn.
Noise of life soon intrudes
To underscore futile busyness
Like improvised etudes.
Let’s pray for a bottomless pit
Imagine deep down hell
Where we can toss our toxic friend
Who would bare her heart of evilness
Who even now I remember
Making my life misery
Who brought my spirit to an end
I cannot forget, I won’t forgive
But hope he/she tumbles in
One big push but wont mention her/his name
Let’s pray and let’s push together.
One could not avoid the putrescence clinging to every atom in every direction
Stoplights blinked caution in cruel irony
Racoons only emerging from city sewers at night had no instinct to return underneath such bounty
Tho power was erratic & petrol a memory radios still broadcast updates on weather patterns to avoid toxic ash-fall
People waited in long lines
Water
Food
Blankets
Protesting was useless
No one is listening
Life reverted to tribalism
Faces emerged from clouds speaking a language similar to Egyptian their message unclear
The clouds began to break-up spewing hordes of elf-like creatures with horrid pinched features if there was a message I guess that train left the station
In saying this I feel the shame
It's not the US alone to blame.
It's also UK & all the EU.
It all boils down to me & to you.
Neither is it only just their mess;
Neither is it politics or the press
Or the corporations
Or other nations.
***
There was a time in history
When humanity would say "It's no mystery.
It's the work of the devil
That the playing field is not level."
"It's the axis of evil
That allow some to be so gleeful,
When so many must suffer,
For they are 'the other.' "
***
"They should know their place & see!"
Whilst some, happy in their complacency,
Watch millions starve & die;
And the horse we sit upon is so high,
That looking down we do not see
That the real cause is actually you & me.
While the universe is ever-expanding
life on earth becomes even more demanding
despite a few one or two
world-shattering improvements
man is still wallowing
in the proverbial primordial
and if this road he insists on following
our future looks severely bleak
as where once we were happily winning
we're now all on a losing streak
yet history has taught him nothing
that and his memory is short
no thanks to his stupidity
between rocks on a hard place we are caught
but what about our children
those innocents who go unsung
there's not a lot for them to look forward to
that bell can't be unrung
as the genie is out of the bottle
what with plastic and fossil fuels
here's one last thought
I'm glad I won't be around to witness
the final endgame result
of what we silly fools hath wrought
cursive letters pale
fade into weathered parchment—
they were stories once.
In the end it just don’t matter, it matters no more.
This broken body so shattered can’t fight anymore.
Memories alone appear and play through in the mind.
Sorrows once owned and feared now fade into time.
Thoughts over fears of what will be now.
People so dear won’t be around.
Is this soul preparing to go somewhere new?
Because it’ll never stop loving and searching for you.
I never want to feel that again,
I saw your darkness in the end,
I never understood how you felt,
Until I saw you turning into someone else,
Trapped beyond what I could comprehend,
I was shown the severity behind the man,
Coming towards me from all different directions,
Rebuking while running for my life for protection,
Leading another girl out of the house,
I have no idea who she was but we both got out,
As I looked back into the room you were standing behind a brick wall,
All you could do was stare at me but you couldn't come near me at all,
As I woke from the dream in tears, my heart pounding hard,
I prayed Lord, was this really the condition of his heart?
Layers upon layers that I could not see,
Until I was shown spiritually,
My heart overwhelmed, I just sat and cried,
I asked God to protect his heart and his life,
Through all of this God was protecting my soul,
Showing me in the end how to let him go.
Life is already very tiring
What to do if you don't even
Have a spiritual sustenance
To a lover, life is inspirational
To a painter, the world is a canvas
To a farmer, the field is a worlplace
To a businessman, everything is a profit
To a writer, everything comes from an idea
To a poet, everything is delight of beauty
To a sickly, life is too tiring to live
It's God's mercy that one sickly to preserve
How I wish that everything we do has precaution
To lurk a danger is everything stop or slomo
Or send a warning message in the mind instantly
But no wisdom of precaution for a freeman
For a free moral agent is free for all commodities
Free for success and failure, free to do anything
Free for all qualifications in love and life
Everything in life has its ordeal and mantra
Any assurance is only goodness that is valid
To validate life's itenirary and soul's salvation
Life is not really free in accountancy
We expect every action for any accountability
Life is borrowed and expect the Master appear
To take accounting for His business investment.
At the end there are always the beginnings we fear
The tears falling as we moan
The regrets for missed opportunities
The guilt for not being there to protect
The wishes for more time spent
Our world seems to fall apart
When we lose someone so close
But when a child is involved it makes us rethink everything we have known
We can't always shield them we must let go
But when a bad decision causes it all to come to a sudden stop
We are in disbelief we question every lesson taught
But we as parents can not control the decisions they make
And sometimes it cost them everything.
I know its the hardest thing to see someone we love pass
But we must remember all that was great
Every moment that was beautifully shared and reflect on a life that will never die as long as we believe someday we will see each other again. Remember you are not at fault for what decision was made. We can not control fate we came only coup and heal when the end makes us.
Who will be beside me in my own death bed in the very end?
Will it be members of my family or at least an old friend?
Only God knows who I will see before my exact end.
Live in the end
In the End. At the last moment. Zero. No more time
No time. It’s finished, past my life. Death is knocking
Death is saying, Vilmos, no more time, but stay alive
I am still alive, but I can’t feel the life. Life is gone. Far.
Far. Far. For the life. For my life. I have gone a heart.
Heart, life, love. All of them are one. Missing. I can't find…
it
Come here, come here my missed love, and be my path
Be the Path. Way of my river and cold blood. Oh, flood
Love you a bad soul. He is dark, but a diamond mine. Cool
A mine. A mine, what is my mind? I lost that. I have no mind
In the end, laughing my mind, Waiting for me, I will get that
I will get that mind, be my wife, after this life, to cross the life.
Live in the End
How?
How can I live anymore?
Satan: Vilmos, only at the End
In the End
The End is infinity
Infinity is the End
Vilmos: Master, thank you for your caring and your wisdom
Satan: Do you want anything?
Vilmos: Job and money.
Satan: Great. You are my student.
I want to live in the End
In the End
In the Life
The only One
Terrifying threats hang over Israel from Iran
That Ayotollah Mullah Fellah sure can bellow
In the end, Israel will expose him
~ as yellow
I felt a funeral, in my brain
Somber people gathered
All in black
So many tears
The TRUTH revealed
People DID Care!!
Shovels of dirt cover me
It's raining soil on my casket
©Sam Harty
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