The Loop Of Suffering
It hurts bad, you can't see
sweet suffering glazed with glee
I hoped and waited I was mad
You can't see, it hurts bad.
But who am I to blame you
I was the one to long, to pursue,
You didn't utter anything to lie
To blame you, but, who am I.
This love of mine I can't ever express
and in my own hopes I become depressed
Even God never gave a sign
I can't express this love of mine.
Animals we are, can't change anything
but we do feel everything
Like a withered stuck black flower
Can't change anything, animals we are.
Kill me with that indifference
How can I be a subject of remembrance
But of ignorance indeed.
With that indifference kill me.
My thoughts and feelings nothing can inhibit
So strong, so mad. To you is the credit.
You are so desirable in all your dealings
Nothing can inhibit my thoughts and feelings.
WOVEN IN THREADS OF LOVE’S FORGIVENESS
Time-tested love, bruised and battered,
Lay like littered crystals, sprawled out
Over the steel-plated stage of life—
Dismembered and crumbled—
Like stale cookies, whose particles have lost
Their electromagnetic-like attractiveness:-
Ingredients of envious spices,
Try to inhibit any and all adhesiveness,
That tough, threading love has kneaded:-
However, seaming forgiveness, knits
And weaves supreme love together:
Cocooning new soaring beginnings.
Indeed, the most fragile butterfly wings—
Soaring in monarch majesty—have conquered
Time-tested winds of trials and tribulations:-
Yes, “...to err is human…and to forgive, divine.”
May the weaving threads of supreme love, forever
Twine and bind, these blessed hearts of yours and mine:-
inner sensations inhibit the view-
life stands still
I have lived in three out of the four regions in America.
My experiences in some of them have been less than civil.
Issues in life, good and bad, may linger with us for life.
Stories that plague one's beginnings need not inhibit one's end.
Shielded from destructive effects in life, I did rise and thrive.
Satisfaction saturated my entire being
After we arrived at our new residence in '86.
Community spirit was there, alive and well,
Rendering a sense of family with great neighbors.
Anticipation of a better life for our kids was paramount.
Most experiences in this Northern California city were positive.
Every thought of leaving her filled my heart with grief and sadness.
Never had I lived for so long(35yrs.) in one community and loved it.
To every family member and friend, I say, "I brought you with me."
Of this I am sure: They say that home is where your story began; but
where I was born never felt like home to me. Like
nowhere else, Sacramento felt like home to me.
051223PS
You are Kings and Queens
Children to the universe
But royalty to the Earth plane,
My chosen
My loves
My warriors,
My strength in physical form,
None shall prevail in testing your might when your might is found in unison.
Love your neighbor
Love your spouse
Love those around you as if they are the same,
For love is all, for all is love.
Nothing can inhibit the ability of love to overcome hate
And nothing will change the fate of the world as prophecy is written long before lived,
So love all things.
Channeled 11/11/2022
This is my credo
massage my ego
Hey-the right to be me
with no morality
Hey-live and let live
don't inhibit me
Hey-listen to me
just let me be
let me feed my affectation
with contemporary confection
From my heart
There is a peace, a joy
That comes from believing
He is always with me,
He silences the worries,
Fills me up with hope and courage,
Inspires me to give away
All the love that He stimulates
With the grace that He provides
Grace that is so much - alive,
Like the dazzling stars at night
Like the sun who shines so bright
Like the wonder of a butterfly
Grace like this is beyond description
It is powerful, bringing the soul conviction
Through the spirit, sending sweet
Feelings of love that kisses away the tear
Flowing from the memory, the fear
That seems like it can inhibit every beauty,
Dissuade the music, the dance, the love
That abides inside the heart…
Who knows He is alive – He has survived
The skeptic, the cynic, the pessimist…
All the doubters who bring with them –
Despair, disillusion and discouragement
He is ALIVE – a all-consuming fire,
Stirring up the soul to delight
In all the beauty He has inspired
The miracles, the wonder, the peace
That flows down from the throne
Where His love can defeat any adversary!
A symphony in two part sound:
the fiddler and the frog
played echo in the fog,
a lovely analog.
Crescendoing as they redound,
with none to inhibit
the bow or the ribbit,
they simply ad-lib it.
Then, absent of all jealousies,
acknowledging their need,
they oft exchange the lead,
and neither does impede.
Across the water melodies:
the fiddler on her strings,
the frog, the baseline brings;
delight is given wings.
—————
for The Fiddler and the Frog Poetry Contest
sponsored by Craig Cornish
a Paulo Comitatu: 8:6:6:6 with abbb, accc, etc.
written on 1/22/23
I tell myself, abandoned by my own shadows long ago. Thoughts of embrace, but not the courage. I just desire to be appreciated for who I am even with my flaws. A black feather perches in my soul. Dreams of shouts for freedom, my empty words echo emotions built and have died for a reason. Someone to still love and forgive my mistakes I've made in the past to have strong hands and arms to hold me tight and whispered good morning, be warm with concern can be kissed goodnight. Fearful, of inadequacy inhibit my mind. How much longer is this going to last. I didn't realize this was too much to ask from the person my body and soul loves. I just desire to be appreciated for who I am.
alone to the nights
whimpering in gloom darkness
drizzle rhythmic hum
1/13/2023
Revealing Your Soul And Other Tension Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Sotto Poet
The farmer cocked his rifle and glared down upon the turkey
It wasn’t mist that made the farmyard and the turkey murky
His muddy specs and ageing eyes had made his vision blurred
And as he wiped his grimy specs he said this to the bird…
“Some folk say I ought to starve; my eyesight ain’t so hot,
But I ensured I heard the voice of everything I shot.
I bagged myself some lovely pork, you should’ve heard him oink
He hit the deck with quite a thud… his oink became a BOINK.
“My beef is fresh, as fresh as you, oh boy did that cow moo,
The racket he kicked up was like a knees-up at the zoo.
That tasty cow is gonna make a cupboard full of jerky,
But all their oinks and all their moos ain’t gonna give me turkey.”
The farmer aimed his rifle at the poor old turkey’s head
He squinted as he muttered, “You’re my dinner so you’re dead.
So say your prayers because my shot you never will inhibit.”
But then the turkey hopped around while yelling, “Ribbit, Ribbit!”
It is not about the wounds that inhibit us.
But rather, the laughter that we inhabit together.
It is true that sometimes the only treatment-
Is not some medicine.
It is instead relieving them of their poisonous body.
So that instead of sinking-
You shall be lifted by stepping stones.
Into the horizon you will go.
A horizon that is more kind than I can be for you.
Oh! Spring you come on joyful wings,
The plants in earnest expect your visit,
Hope, your coming brings.
The stage’s been made ready for your entry,
With longing hearts all sit,
Oh! Spring you come on joyful wings.
The dead laid down in the cemetery,
Your awakening call they heartedly solicit,
Hope, your coming brings.
To all you give, none not any differently,
Your coming, obvious and explicit,
Oh! Spring you come on joyful wings.
The elements that herald, make you seem unfriendly,
They, your good deeds can't inhibit,
Hope, your coming brings.
You permeate the space and cool it gently,
No boundary or set limit,
Oh! Spring you come on joyful wings,
Hope, your coming brings.
April 17, 2022.
Together, we shall learn until it is woven.
Our autonomy is what is chosen.
We will act on our promise.
We will be voices in our own independence.
Our guilt is our own.
And cannot be instilled by others- our hope we shall hone.
Our uniqueness, we used to inhibit.
Our fear of being burdens we used to inhabit.
But in this place, we shall learn to be known.
And learn a truth, which is that our strength will be shown!
You hastily spilled a loaded jar of stained language.
Sky aglow by a rainbow, as sunsets below a ledge.
Pouring a layer of dullness into a pristine scene.
Murky clouds have drowned the gentle sunshine.
Unscrupulous guarantees, sand-tidied venturing,
And the heart will stow away in the way they review.
In the azure sky, golden rings are instantly plunging.
Blackbirds crow around humans peacefully withdrew.
Storm haze from a weakening typhoon stream.
Realizing the window curtains inhibit late-day sun.
This fear involves a torrential downpour dream.
Nowhere for adoration untamed stallion to run,
He wanders around this forsaken dust bowl land.
Without a stated objective, just a promise in hand.
Dreams of enigmatic and utterly ease dry,
The rises speak culpability as they move away.
Written; December 26, 2021
A fearful mind approves each deft move.
As a roving lout, I have a soft spot and am sensitive.
Your clarion call ought to be a full-scale disorder.
I'm weaving dim deceptions over my slander.
Do you feel safe
When there are several there?
People to protect you
People to help and share
People to direct you
People to listen and care
There’s no safety in numbers
Do you feel safe
After you’ve received a shot?
Something to discourage the flu
Something to dissuade the virus
Something to inhibit the infection
Something to prevent the sickness
There’s no safety in vaccines
Do you feel safe
After you’ve buckled up?
Listened to the basic law
Listened to the rules of the world
Listened to the regulation
Listened to the commandment
There’s no safety in seatbelts
Do you feel safe
After you’ve won the award?
Heard your name announced as the winner
Heard your idea proclaimed the leader
Heard your hope become the champion
Heard your beginning to lead to success
There’s no safety in self-esteem
Do you feel safe
After you’ve learned and trained?
After you’ve found the right way?
After you’ve grown to be mature?
After you’ve felt inspired to do it?
There’s no safety in lessons
True safety can be had
But it isn’t found in this land
There is only one place safety can be found
There is only safety in Jesus, my King!
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