I gave myself this name because it describes me well
I enjoy writing about my happiness and where I fail
Just by reading my poetry you're getting to know me
If I haven't introduced myself I go by the name Key
Keyonda is my full name although I don't like it
So I use either name depending who I'm talking with
I started writing poetry at the age of sixteen
Keeping me less stressed and balanced in between
An emotional person is constantly busy in the mind
Although on the outside everything seems just fine
Expressed emotions are better when written down
Emotions that are real gives them their unique sound.
Introducing my dual identities:
To the public eye I am Jonnie Jupiter, the easy-going, polite, kind, thoughtful human being who is larger than life itself
Behind closed doors to "family" members, I am Jonathan... meaning I overthink, I hesitate, I desire control of my life, I am mindful of my surroundings
I will change, I promise
Right now I must focus on healing others
Before healing myself
Through the hardships I have endured through
I struggle to strive but at the end of the day I accomplish my goals
Hopefully I can inspire others to do the same. No... I will inspire others to do the same.
TIME: A BRIEF INTRORDUCTION
Time
Limited, limitless
Running, crawling, strolling
Contradictory as a paradox
Forward
ONE OF THE FEW TRUE INFINITIES
Eternity
Past, future
Flowing, unfolding, echoing
With us every day
Always
I am Name, the leader of the cast.
If all should fall, then I shall be the last.
Invisible, beyond what players see,
The play would be for nought, if not for me.
And so we're at the start, where I begin.
For them, I stand without; for you, within.
I ask for refuge to Allah from Satan the enemy of Allah
With the name of Allah the Merciful the Blah Blah Blah
All praises are due to Allah the Lord of the worlds
The Merciful the Blah Blah Blah
The Judgement Day’s Allah
We worship only you and we want your help not wrath
Show us the straight path
The path of those on whom you shower favors
Not the path of those who raise your angers
Or the path of those who are wrongdoers
(Amen)
There’s a strange dark place
So very close to our home
It’s the Ancient Old Wood
Where none of us dare roam.
We hunt at its fringes
For none of us dare enter
There is death and despair
At its fearsome dark Centre.
As we hunt at its fringes
We just hear branch’s sighs.
Sometimes the wind carries
Loud shrieks and fierce cries.
The fringes are dark
The ground mud runny
It never seems to dry even
When it’s been full sunny.
Our land here is beautiful
And our lives here are good
So long as we respect that
Ancient living breathing wood.
It’s been there since creation.
It’s called the Ancient Wildren.
We live in its shade for
We are it’s Chosen Children.
The day I met you
That was a hell of a day
You introduced yourself, you told me your name,
I ,too distracted by the speckles of gold in your eyes, simply replied.
“Wow.”
Embarrassment swelled inside my body but you just laughed it off
Embracing me like an old friend
Days turned to weeks
Weeks to months
And slowly but surely you became so important to me
I was yours and you were mine
Until my heart stops beating
Just know, i’ll never stop looking at you and just think..
“Wow.”
It was in the water
Where receptors were numbed
As currents of pain and pleasure
Were systematically being gummed
Blinded eyes gazed at silence
Forked tongues hissed at words
The machine making adjustments
Were the loud sounds players heard
Not for me, can't have
Move along little doggie, just get through
Suffering is your lot in life
Precious Blue can't always find, and rescue you
Words, sentences, mantra, belief
My narrative was alive......without....ME
Must hide self in the crowd
Where evil is not allowed
...........but where to hide
.................................when I must ABIDE
.......................................................in NOT.....ME!!!
Written by Trudy Schrader on 08/29/2020
Note: I swear, the healing process never ends. LOVE is always revealing areas in the heart that are cold and need the warm touch of caring love to make it whole and new again. This process is very difficult for me, but I will do the work so that I can be healed and maybe others can benefit from my journey. Wow! See!?! Melodrama....Lord, help me!
When is this book written
It was written the day I was born
When is it coming out
It is already out the day I started thinking about it
Those are the questions, little did the know
It is a manifesto of the love I have received
There were lots of those
It is a compilation of the pain I had endured
There were tears to show it
It is gathering of the strength I have accumulated
That actually made me who I am
It is a mystery of the things to come
That will leave the lips hanging
Who would have thought
I would come this far
Who should have anticipated this outcome
The victory in the making
It is just the beginning, smile for the audiences
Hello everyone and let me welcome you to the place you'll hate and love
Eager to come back each time to make yourself more miserable
Because your brain turns into a dark hole seeking for a sign from above
Sacrificing the pleasure and joy of your own ending up ing invisible
They seem to not see that your drowning at the bottom of the sea
Even though warning signs and sirens keep deafening the entire world
Fire balls and ice blocks in your stomach fighting won't let out word
So get your blanky and turn up all the lights to not be terrified from me
As the last part inside rotting screams in the smoke to the saving hand
Swallowing the hate and envy around me while the devil whispers me "it's the end "
Introduction
Stripping my soul of indecency, I enter into your abyss.
Secrets of tragedy I cannot explain, a tragedy that will forever exist.
Raw,
a wound from my darkest of hearts.
Unapologetically closing every door, as if you had planned to reject the part.
My darkest day, happened in our darkest hour.
Broken, I am broken.
But.
I refuse to be speechless. Because bravery is outspoken.
Heartache and bruising, this dance with the devil, I found amusing. Accusing my past, as if you choked me while chewing.
Hate.
Impossible, at least it was. You might debate me, but you lack the very definition of love.
You have introduced me...
To you.
Yet again.
To all of the above.
December,15,2019
INTRODUCTION
You came and retold me the story
All about God and love and of all of His glory
To reach the top, I must now stop
Doing the things that are not of Him
As I walk this lonesome journey
I can see God and He’s for me
He says son don’t cry, now I know you're tried, now
When you’re walking alone I’m by your side
To each his own to own one each is my prayer
Take p your cross and hand it to Jesus give it to the Lord
To each and everybody I want to say I’ve got to say
You came and told me the story
All about God and love and of all of His glory
And for that (this) I wanna say, hey, I thank you, I thank you
You’re a new friend in Christ
This is my preemption
My Introduction
03/06/06/
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2006, 2018
Will take you to my leader,
for this I'll be obliged.
Not a problem, will do that,
my leader I'll provide.
To my leader, you will go,
you are a special guest.
Am sure will make you satisfied,
you should be quite impressed.
My leader is responsible...
confident and correct,
True leaders are respectable;
so others will respect.
Mine is no exception,
she's brave and also strong.
Commend when one is righteous,
calls out when one is wrong.
Without hesitation, t'is an honour-
introducing to thee,
Soundly and profoundly-
MY LEADER IS ME.
(A Correspondence Course for Anyone Who Would Be Loved
by Someone Like Me)
Of course, it is clear; you deserve to be loved,
But your 'romances' so far are not going well,
It seems those you're attracting are all immature,
But, except for that fact, things "are great" you can tell!
You're open to love almost all of the time,
But more serious people are nowhere in sight,
And it seems so unfair that they're hiding this way,
How you long for a partner to hold you each night!
It's good though that you're not ashamed to seek help
And I promise to work hard to further your cause,
No one doubts your intention to marry my friend,
But to be safe on road heart must know driving laws.
Your license so far has been "learner's permit,"
And a person must practice to play a good game
You can see it in ones that you date, not yourself?
Win Gold Medal in Love when your own heart's not lame.
Brian Johnston
4th of June, 2018
Poet's Notes:
I hope to make this a series of poems! Keep your eyes open!
And Good Luck! Noone ever has more love than they need! Love that overwhelms is not love!
Trees are created .
Animals are created
People are created.
All created by the creator.
Death of you tree is my death.
Death of you people is my death.
Nothing you came with.
You will reverse with nothing.
You died.
You gone where I don't know.
Seeing that you called by the creator.
You came where I didn't know.
You gone where I don't know.
Poem by ndidzulafhi patric munyai .
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