Through corridors where echoes stay,
An advocate walks day by day.
With weary files and restless eyes,
Beneath the court’s unending skies.
Not every truth is clear and bright,
Some tremble softly out of sight.
Yet hope survives in every plea,
Like waves that rise upon the sea.
Between the laws, between the pain,
They stand through loss, through doubt, through rain.
For justice is a distant flame,
Still burning though the winds may change.
The black coat carries silent cries,
Of broken homes and unheard lives.
Each page contains a human storm,
A wounded soul, a trembling form.
There are battles no one sees,
Hidden behind legalities.
A calm voice masking heavy strain,
A smile concealing private pain.
Still onward walks the heart so brave,
Not seeking glory, wealth, or praise.
But searching through the noise and fear,
To make the voice of truth appear.
And though the road is long and worn,
Where faith and disappointment mourn,
An advocate still chooses light—
A journey between hope and truth.
effectual effective effort
fortified Fred’s frenzied format
generating general genealogical gems
heaping habitual happiness
igniting impetus imperturbable inklings
justifying Jerry’s jerky juxtaposition
kindling kindred kinfolk
lamenting Larry’s lollygagging legalities
making melodious melodies
My wide wild imagination often carries me there,
To that fantastic ethereal world of elegance;
Where those immaculate white beings, like goddesses care,
With meekness, patience, gladness, and heroic vigilance...!
Though I don't know the truth, faith, like the yeast in me ferments,
Thinking of glorious, gorgeous beings joyous I feel,
Might and immortality merges with frankincense scents,
My soul wrapped by spirits, I sing glory with zest and zeal...!
With Dominions, Cherubims, thrones, and Principalities,
Firmaments shine like lights of million suns and moons and stars;
Grace and grandeur, reign with love and less of legalities,
Breaking boundaries, my physique and psyche cross the bars...!
All existential crises of this mundane world will cease,
Rid of all pains and aches, I'll enjoy the heavenly peace...!!!
I
Crime yesterday may be "civil - ized" today
From debt, in England, sent famed Dickens ... Founding Father, Penn, to penitentiary
Is but a civil debt without jail, thank heavens
II
Yes a crime is a powerful group's definition
Rebellious America rejected debt as crime
Some groups say RAPE can't be, marry minor
Crime, Dears, is socially defined. And changed
Let’s go on a shopping spree
Spending money we don’t have and enjoying a life that is not all ours but we own it without any legalities
Rushing through the aisles, I know your style
But I want more for you, because you deserve it all no lie
Let’s spend money and avoid the regular things
Let me buy you the sunset from the day I proposed so you can be warm and never cold
I’ll buy the moon so whenever it’s dark in your mind you can still see the light at the end of the tunnel
Let’s throw the bank at a mansion just for our dreams to relax in
We’ll stay at the beach house next to the mall
Swear for you I want it all…like everything is not enough
Shop until we drop because she is drop dead gorgeous
Put an Island in the shopping cart so we have some peace after an argument
So, calming we may never leave
Looking like a million all cash no cards please; you have enough credit with me
I have big dreams but haven’t woke up yet, so until I do, we will do some shopping at dollar tree
p.s. one day I will be able to afford these things
Pressed between twin stale realities,
a mixture of marble thoughts
Dark desires swirling around light devotion,
closet of moth-eaten moral legalities
Lettuce bed of flesh profiteering,
aorta slices of tomato fears
Asphalt of exhausted tears,
lip loyalty was bordello bought
Egged on by the sweet taste of a tainted tart ego,
soul slathering jive turkey flattery
Belly paradise of cooper acid reflux ...
Vomiting worship of dollar bread covetous regal
Mayonnaise daze of pickled yoke poverty,
rich irony is gut baked into the plight
Wry sandwich of crypt-o coin delight,
cemetery carry-out is a bottom feeder notion
Apple cider vinegar voices ... tax packet pocket oppression,
eye sprinkle condemn-mint dissent
Another time, same place location —
Spread the inequality plague of mayonnaise last days lesson
Torn apart yet you have a place in my heart
Wanting and needing you
But in the end
I know it will never manifest to be true
Many times I think back
When our love was deeply enacted
All the time spent
Was all excitement and bliss
But what could you ever give me
A silly ring and your self pity
My soul is in chains
By one night of screaming your name
Now I have said I do
But was my love really true
The pain is a reality
Forget all the legalities
But it was only a phase
And my mind is still in a haze
But you still have a place in my heart
Even though we are torn apart
Greed sparks
the ravenous cravings
of a secular mind.
With insatiable hunger
their spirits covet
desiring beyond need.
Insensitive humans
cannibalize their brothers
with no end in sight.
Where is compassion
when legalities
have no morals.
It's 3am
In this country of mine
Another undesirable
It was just a matter of time
Are they through the front door
Or through the back
Is there a lack of security
Questions to be asked?
Any sites Admin
Should be on their toes
It's in their best interest
Or anarchy flows
If undesirables appear
They should be vetted as such
And if they don't comply
They are kicked into touch
What are the legalities
In our premium fee's
When there is no protection
The undesirables run free
Today's date
Is the 28th of November
It is their duty
To report this sender
How do we know
Who we answer to?
It's time to show face
And show that your true
If actions are not taken
A different road we go down
Who has the courage
To hang their heads and frown
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Reality stole my fantasy, from my grasp three times.
Each one twisting my soul, mind again and again.
A life would be lost each time; I started the crimes.
Legalities not broken, others lives affected within.
Originality of my making, took control driving away,
Realms of destruction of my creation, upon a day,
Frozen ageless thoughts distorted by simple drugs in me.
A forever love destroyed, by both drugs and fantasy.
Not ever a real eventuality or even a possibility,
Transience of my mind, never to live in infinity,
Alive, I have awakened to a new precious reality.
Sending thoughts in forms of words, a new destiny,
Years have past me by, drugs forgotten in my insanity.
Stacy
Wife, mother, daughter, teacher
Daughter of William and Donna
Lover of poetry, writing, and legalities
Who feels abandonment, hopelessness and pain
Who fears to be alone, isolated and spiders
Who would like to see the Bahamas, New York City and Germany
Resident of Tomah, Wisconsin
Stiles
formalities mustn't be required
i can see,
as those in authority
have retired- & just
before, they had conspired:
rise against the frailties
of corresponding legalities-
corrupt.
interrupt;
contempt for the contaminated,
lament morality & all its
weighty shame.
forgotten, so simply, every name
is a motion,
every movement's the same;
no,
is not an option. possession
passes like electricity between
flesh-
in seconds
relinquished, replaced,
sanctity suddenly
erased;
the magnitude demonstrates in
growls that climb the spine
& make the planets align.
shining down, static subtlety,
burning the already scarred;
scared,
remarkable recovery,
falling through cracks of broken land.
it isn't my fault that
i give my breath to heal the frozen
hands.
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