( Picture a Wrestling ring The Rock's music playing only I'm the one in the ring about to deliver a promo straight from the Attitude Era)
Finally Morbid has come back to Poerysoup.com!
That's right folks I am back it's been a while, more surgeries kept me sidelined and I spent a while writing raps and battling on RapPad.co that was fun but too much drama. I had to walk away from it. I'll hopefully be writing more soon. I've missed you all!
Springtime, it's springtime
Winter has taken a leave of absence
Now it's time for flower to make their grand entrance
Leaving us awestruck and inspired
The mild breezes drift in through the shades
Almost knocking over the vase last year in pottery class I made
And the weatherman predicts unseasonably rainy weather
I start working out because soon summer will come and I want to feel light as a feather
A unique black squirrel climbs up a tree full of lime green buds
I put away my worn out, dull sweaters
For a nice outfit of cotton duds
Today the rays of sun stay brighter longer
Don't worry, I tell myself, for no longer do I have to feel somber
At the metropolitan parks nearby
The snow shovelers have to say goodbye
Springtime, it's springtime
We can't wait to welcome you again
But for now I'd like to take a walk
With my new best friend
Hey all I know that I haven't been active on here for a while. I've been having some health issues lately that have been keeping me sidelined. That and trying to mentally prepare for a 7th major spinal fusion operation with revisional repairs to the current hardware already inside of my back. I'm about to be fused from shoulder blades all the way down to my tailbone. That's really going to make moving around fun. Another multi level neck fusion surgery is on the horizon as well. I'm going to be like Michael Keaton's Batman. Having to pivot at the waist for any moment... But I don't know if I can even do that when everything is done.
It's taking a toll on me mentally and emotionally. It's just a lot to process. I'll be back again, but I just don't have the creative juices that I used to right now.
Take care everyone
Princess Matilda had style and grace,
she loved her kingdom very much.
Her graceful demeanor was revered
throughout the kingdom far and wide.
But deep down she longed for more.
So she took a leave of absence.
The King and Queen didn’t understand,
but they consented to her request.
She journeyed to a faraway place,
where her title meant nothing at all.
On her journey, she noticed a shelter
for abandoned underprivileged youth.
She started to volunteer there at once.
While she was there she found herself.
Serving those kids was her passion.
For it was the missing piece to her life.
However, she knew she had to return home.
She returned home with a broken heart.
But she served with style and grace.
It's been a long day
And all I've got to say is make it strong
It's been a long day
And all I've got to say is I've been wrong
So take a leave of absence
Tell me you'll be gone
I don't want to see your face
It's been a long day
And I just want to hide away
It's been a long week
And all the lines come down heavy on me
It's been a long week
I'm finally feeling like it's okay to break
into a thousand pieces
no one can replace
only I can find my way
It's been long day
And I just want to hideaway
It's been a long year
And everyone around me's disappeared
It's been a long year
And all this mess around me's finally cleared
So can I have a moment just to say hello
Can you let your anger go?
It's been a long year
And I'm finally ready to be here...
I don't know what I am going to write
But I'll write something
I am going to write about what the heck are you doing?
What the heck are you doing
when you leave a whole string of people hunger after you?
What the heck are you doing when you don't even cause it and don't even care?
Are you that cold?
It's summer you know
Oh it's still winter
The last brrr I had I was thawed out
There's no telling this time
What's the heck are you doing
when you are hot one minute and cold the next?
Who know?
And who cares?
My little doggies care
Their love is unconditional
Lol maybe
With a treat
What the heck I am doing
when I don't even know what is going on?
Whether inside me or out of me
Ahh leave that to the psychologist
And there is only one who can diagnose me
- God
And I am full
Full of His bull s
Full of His forever
Full of His promises
Full of His junk
I am taking a leave of absence
Because I cannot deal with this
He can rally
He can hooray
Who cares?
I don't
Cheering on
Because this one is missing
To the other world
There is a pending reality
Of which we dare not speak.
It concerns the finality
Of what is black and bleak.
The seasons are layered high
In which we have been one.
Now we note it with a sigh
The Reaper is due to come.
One of us with him must go.
So I hold you with all my might
Seeing the candle burning low
Not ready to forfeit the fight.
“I love you” we now oft repeat
At every turn and closing door.
It’s selfish of me and indiscreet
To foresee alone you I adore.
But we can’t view a closing scene.
I may be the one who is left alone.
Fated to live without my queen.
But faithed to believe He did atone.
The blackberry tree, hanging some of its branches over her,
arbors, shelters and comforts her. The blackberry honeycombs,
like little dark blueblack hives of hexagonal shapes, fall around
the ground near her feet and on her lap, lapsing down like
tears. She sits on a chair underneath the tree.
It is not goodbye, this leave of absence he has taken ... it is only
a reprieve, an intermittent restraint of silence. The other, her
brother, has darkish brown eyes, tender and compassionate,
and is of a symbiotic nature akin to hers: loving, lonely, longing
to be loved; humane, musical, altruistic and intuitive. He seems, in
his talks and communications with her, to be teaching, tutoring and
guiding her, telling her to be patient and wait for her softly-sparkling
blue-eyed love - as he, her brother, gently plys and plays his lute
in chords of harmony.
Don't look for her
At the break of day
No need to call either
She has gone away.
She left behind
A path of tears
She took a drive
To a place of peace.
Don't knock on her door
And call her name
No need to implore
She knows your games.
It is way too late
She'll be gone for a while
She has turned the page
Your regrets are futile.
Don't wait for her
Don't hope for her return
No need to bother
She believes not your words.
She will not leave a trace
for you to follow
To wait here is a waste
Better for you to let go.
Don't look for her
At the break of day
No need to call either
She has gone away.
By CarolineCécile
Copyright © 06.24.10
I'm leaving you,
but only for a season.
Against my own heart
have I committed treason.
You are the sun
that shines upon my soul...
The fire that provides
warmth for me in the cold.
You are the rain
that stimulates my growth...
The wind that moves my
waves about the ocean's coast.
However, our time together has drawn nigh
It's only fair that to you I say, "Good-bye."
All good things must come to end, within reason...
But my leave of absence is only for a season.
You are the beat fitting perfectly
to the rhythm of my heart.
Your hands work deftly,
coinciding with my body's every part.
Your lips are my dessert,
revealing to me naughty secrets.
But your eyes the most inert,
Mystery defined in discreetness.
We are destiny's offspring,
the couple of which love beckons.
But as the song of departure I sing,
Remember it's only for a season.